Boldly Curved

Chapter 2

The room was bathed in the soft, golden glow of a bedside lamp. The air was thick with the scent of intimacy, heavy and intoxicating. kook was on his knees on the bed, his muscular body bared and bent forward, hands clutching the silken sheets beneath him. His back muscles tensed as he gripped the fabric tightly, trying to steady himself. His breath was ragged, shallow, and uneven.

Behind him, Tae moved with deliberate slowness, his hands gripping kook’s hips firmly but gently, guiding each thrust with precision.

His eyes were locked on kook's back, watching the way his princess responded to every movement, every soft push inside him.

Tae’s lips parted slightly as he admired the sight in front of him, the way kook’s powerful body trembled under the gentleness of his touch.

"Fuck, princess... you're so beautiful like this," Tae murmured, his voice hushed, reverent even, as he leaned forward, his chest pressing against kook’s back, skin against skin.

kook gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape his throat.

He hated how Tae could do this to him—how easily he could strip away all the power and control kook clung to so tightly. In this moment, he wasn’t the feared mafia king. He was Tae’s princess, vulnerable and laid bare in every sense of the word.

“Shut up…” kook growled, but his voice lacked its usual bite. Instead, it was strained, weak, betraying the pleasure coursing through his body.

His hands tightened their grip on the sheets as Tae’s gentle, steady thrusts hit just the right spot, over and over again, making it harder and harder for kook to keep his composure.

"Is that what you really want?" Tae teased softly, his fingers trailing down kook's spine before returning to his hips, squeezing gently.

He rolled his hips forward slowly, deliberately, each movement drawing a soft whimper from kook despite his best efforts to remain silent.

kook’s head dropped lower, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he bit his lip, his entire body betraying him as it responded to Tae’s every touch.

His legs quivered slightly, and he hated how weak he felt. But with each thrust, with each inch of Tae sliding in and out of him, he felt like he was losing himself more and more.

"Tae..." kook whispered, his voice hoarse, strained with a mix of frustration and undeniable need. His body was burning, every nerve ending alive with the sensation of being filled, of being claimed in the most intimate way.

Tae’s hands moved from kook’s hips, sliding up his body to cup his chest. His fingers found kook’s nipples, the sensitive skin hardening under his touch.

Tae smirked, knowing how much kook secretly loved this—loved having his favorite part of his body touched and teased.

He gently pinched kook’s nipples between his fingers, drawing a sharp inhale from the man beneath him.

"How's that, princess?" Tae whispered into kook’s ear, his voice low, teasing. "Does my pretty princess like this?"

“Fuck you…” kook growled, but his words lacked conviction. His body betrayed him again, arching into Tae’s touch, his breath hitching as pleasure shot through him.

The slow, deliberate thrusts, combined with the sensation of Tae playing with his nipples, was driving him to the edge.

Tae chuckled softly, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to the back of kook’s neck. "You say that, but I can feel how much you love this," he murmured, his hands continuing their slow exploration of kook’s chest, his fingers pinching and teasing the hardened buds with just the right amount of pressure.