Boldly Curved

Chapter 8

As kook turned to gather his clothes, still simmering with frustration, Tae couldn't bear the thought of leaving him like this—unsatisfied, unfulfilled, and visibly tense.

The air between them was thick with unspoken need, the tension still lingering in every glance and every touch. Tae’s resolve wavered as he watched kook, his princess, who deserved more than just an empty promise and a gentle kiss.

His mind was made up in an instant; he wasn’t going to let kook carry that burden of unmet desire any longer.

"kook," Tae called softly, his voice low and laden with intention. kook turned around, his expression still tight, his lips pressed into a thin line as he tried to mask the rawness of his emotions. Before kook could say anything, Tae closed the distance between them, his hands gently but firmly parting kook's bare legs. kook's breath hitched, his body tensing as Tae knelt down before him, his eyes dark and determined.

"What are you doing, Tae?" kook asked, his voice wavering between a command and a plea. He could feel the heat pooling in his belly, the anticipation coiling tight as he looked down at Tae, who was now at eye level with his most vulnerable spot.

The sight of Tae on his knees, his eyes blazing with intent, sent a shiver down kook’s spine.

Tae glanced up, his gaze locking with kook's as he placed his hands gently on kook's thighs, spreading them wider. "I told you I’d make it up to you, princess," Tae murmured, his voice a mix of reassurance and quiet determination.

"And I meant it. I don’t want you feeling like this. Not when I can fix it."

Without waiting for further protests, Tae leaned in, his breath warm against kook’s hole. The first brush of Tae's lips against kook's sensitive skin made him gasp, his hands instinctively reaching out to grip the edge of the bed.

Tae’s tongue was soft, teasing, flicking lightly against kook’s entrance as he took his time, savoring every moment.

He licked a slow, deliberate path, tasting the sweetness of kook’s skin, his tongue pressing deeper as he sought to draw out every ounce of pleasure he could give.

kook’s head fell back, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips as Tae worked his tongue with expert precision. The sensation was electric, a shivering jolt of pleasure that traveled up kook’s spine and spread through his entire body.

"Oh God, Tae..." kook breathed, his voice barely more than a whisper as he tried to steady himself. His legs trembled, his toes curling against the cool floor as Tae continued his relentless assault, his tongue exploring every inch, every sensitive spot that made kook’s breath hitch and his heart race.

Tae groaned softly, the sound muffled as he pressed his mouth closer, his tongue swirling and flicking in a rhythm that made kook’s knees go weak.

He could feel every clench, every tremor of kook’s body responding to him, the heat and wetness drawing him deeper. Tae's hands gripped kook’s thighs tighter, keeping him in place as he devoured him, each movement of his tongue deliberate and intense.

He knew exactly how to push kook to the brink, how to bring him to that edge without letting him fall over too soon.

“Tae, fuck—” kook gasped, his voice breaking as his hips jerked involuntarily, seeking more of that exquisite pressure. Tae responded by increasing the pace, his tongue moving faster, more insistent as he pushed deeper.

The slick sounds of his tongue working against kook’s entrance filled the room, mingling with the soft, breathy moans that spilled from kook’s lips. Tae could feel kook’s legs trembling, his thighs clenching around Tae’s head as he was consumed by the pleasure.