Wanderer married to a nomad boy (Namkook)

Chapter 22: "It was all your fault to be so pretty" (M)

The first time his body felt the need of someone, the first time he found solace in the most chaotic movements of his lips that were under the dominance of his beloved 'old man'. Jungkook knew what's next and that didn't cause him to twitch out. He was feeling each movement of Namjoon's strong grip against his own smaller frame of physical structure.

Namjoon had his mind drained of consciousness at the possession of jewel he was holding in his arms. The softness in the lips of Jungkook reminded him of their first kiss after marriage. The rebellious boy who ran away from his own wedding to be with him. Namjoon never considered the boy as a dream, Jungkook was the desperate imagination that he never wanted to let his heart indulge in. Life really had other plans for the duo!

I do not know what to think
I do not know what to feel
The eyes are closed, the heart is blank
All my heart is ready to kneel
In front of you with all morales at bay
As this feels so wrong that I cannot say
This is not a dream, not a false hope
Yet, you feel like out of my ordinary scope
Am I committing a sin by claiming love
The weight of my love for you puts others above

Being overly encouraged by the nails into his shoulder, Namjoon pulled the string of ribbon attached to his lover's hanbok. He heard Jungkook gasping at the action. A stoppage was put in the kiss and the elder's head backed looking at the face that cannot be explained in earthly words.

The sweetly tortured lips were redder and plumper now. The eyes were closed but they held satisfying sensation as there was no remnant of tears. The cheeks were taking a unique colour of vermillion that was the result of this shy encounter. Namjoon would have to term the beauty of Jungkook as 'paradisiacal' to appropriately explain it.

"I'm sorry for being angry with you, baby." Namjoon apologised brushing the back of his fingers against the most beautiful cheek. Jungkook slowly half opened his eyes as returning to his husband's gaze would too difficult for him. With broken words, he accepted, "I was at fault, hyung. I promise I would always respect the privacy of our marital relationship."

In an instance, Namjoon sensed he has lost Kookie temporarily. In his arms, it was Jungkook, his husband and lover, not the teenage boy with crazy obsession over red orchids.

He overcame the guilt and reattached their lips taking off the uppermost layer of clothing from Jungkook. The boy had his grip tightened on elder's neck as he tried to process the events. Without taking a pause to the kiss, Namjoon lifted him up by the hips and Jungkook wrapped his legs around his husband's body to keep himself latched onto the elder.

The head was placed carefully on the pillow and body rested on bed with the rough hands all over him. The kiss was broken for second time now but Jungkook didn't care to open his eyes. He wanted his man's touch all over his body. His faster breathing helped him cope up with the elation though.

Namjoon unbuttoned the traditional shirt that was the only layer of clothing the younger had on his upper body. Jungkook didn't speak but despite the summer weather, a sharp stroke of wind poked on his upper body that he realised to be stripped off the shirt now. His hands slowly drifted away from Namjoon's neck and settled on either sides of his body on bed. It was a silent sign of submission of himself. To his assumption, Namjoon read the signal correctly.

Jungkook didn't feel the need to cover his chest but the eyes were shying away from locking that with Namjoon's dominating aura. A mild noise of friction with skin against fabric caused him to peek. The scene was more intense than he imagined! The elder took his shirt off and threw it away. Jungkook quickly went back to his still self but noticing the unnecessary creases on his eyelids, Namjoon smiled realising the younger was panicking.