Boldly Curved

Chapter 4

The ride home was quiet, but the tension in the car was palpable. kook sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed over his chest, his jaw set tight. Tae, at the wheel, was humming softly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. The smugness was impossible to miss, and kook knew exactly what was coming.

As soon as they entered the mansion, the door barely clicked shut behind them when Tae grabbed kook by the waist, pulling him in close.

His lips brushed against kook’s neck, soft and teasing. kook’s entire body stiffened, already dreading what he knew was inevitable.

"Tae, not tonight," kook muttered, though his voice lacked conviction. He could feel Tae’s breath against his skin, hot and insistent.

"Not tonight?" Tae repeated with a low chuckle, his voice dark and full of promise. "But princess, you’ve been teasing me all day. Don’t you think I deserve to have my fun now?"

kook's heart raced, and his resistance faltered. He hated how Tae made him feel—vulnerable, exposed, but also wanted.

Tae’s hands roamed over kook's sides, dipping lower, exploring with that familiar possessive touch that always left kook reeling.

Before kook could protest further, Tae spun him around, pressing him firmly against the wall.

His lips crashed onto kook’s, rough and demanding. kook gasped into the kiss, and Tae took the opportunity to deepen it, his tongue claiming every inch of kook’s mouth.

kook’s hands instinctively went to Tae’s chest, as if to push him away, but instead, his fingers curled into Tae’s shirt, pulling him closer.

The intensity of the kiss left him breathless, and Tae’s hands were everywhere—gripping his waist, sliding down his hips, squeezing him possessively.

"Tae," kook groaned between kisses, his voice a mixture of frustration and want. "We... we need to talk."

But Tae wasn’t interested in talking. He was already dragging kook toward the stairs, his lips trailing hot kisses down kook’s neck, sucking just hard enough to leave marks.

"Talk later," Tae muttered against his skin. "Right now, you’re mine."

By the time they reached the bedroom, kook’s resolve was completely shattered. Tae shoved him onto the bed, his gaze dark and hungry as he climbed on top of him.

kook’s breath hitched as Tae’s weight pressed down on him, pinning him in place. He could feel the heat radiating off Tae’s body, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down kook’s spine.

"You've been such a tease today, princess," Tae whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "I think it's time I remind you who you belong to."

kook’s mouth opened to respond, but before he could say anything, Tae’s hand slipped beneath his shirt, his fingers tracing the lines of kook’s muscles.

The touch was electrifying, and kook’s body arched into Tae’s, a soft gasp escaping his lips. Tae grinned down at him, his hand moving lower, tugging kook’s shorts off with one swift motion.

kook barely had time to react before Tae’s hands were on him again, stroking, teasing, driving him to the edge of madness. kook’s fingers dug into the sheets, his breathing coming in ragged gasps as Tae continued to push him further and further.

The pleasure was overwhelming, and every time kook thought he couldn’t take any more, Tae would pull back, leaving him desperate and aching for more.

"Tae... please," kook finally gasped, his voice breaking with need.