Forelsket || taekook

Chapter 78: part 2

For a while, they lay there tangled in the thick air, bodies slick with sweat, hearts thundering. The quiet hum of a forgotten TV in the next room did little to drown out the sound of their breathing.

Their faces glowed with love. To be there in each other's arms, calming their breath down. Jungkook thought it was over that taehyung was done. Oh but he was so wrong, today, taehyung was high on Jungkook's love

Hands roamed again, lips brushing against flushed skin. With a low growl, Taehyung rolled them over, tugging him into his lap. "Ride me," he whispered, his grip firm on his hips.

The words sparked something sharp and bright in Jungkook's chest, even though he still ached deliciously from before.

He loved how he felt earlier; he wanted to try it, but couldn't have dared to ask about it.

Bracing his palms against a warm chest, he sank with a trembling moan.

Taehyung was big, and even after having him, he still couldn't believe that he was taking something so big in him. His face burned in shyness and embarrassment.

The stretch was intense, every inch a reminder of just how much he'd already taken, but he didn't stop. He knew for sure that he would feel him for a few days, the thickness, the warm feeling in him, the twitch he was feeling inside him was something else.

His movements started slow, savoring every glide, every pulse of heat and pressure.

Below him, Taehyung's eyes were dark and hungry, his hands roaming as if memorizing every detail. He can't stop touching the younger, he knows he can't leave marks as much as he wants to.

So he just thrust up sharply, hitting a spot that made stars explode behind Jungkook's eyes. If cant mark his skin, he would surely mark his insides.

the rhythm, which started slow, began to speed up. He rode him harder, both of them teetering on the edge of something frantic and fraying.

Jungkook was already on edge cause the elder's hand was playing with his nipples occasionally taking those buds in his mouth, flicking the bud and playing with it. As much as he was controlling himself, he came hard on the elder's stomach, spewing his cum on his stomach, making it a mess.

He almost cried , spilling hot across his lover's stomach.

Stopping for a few minutes, he starts moving again, taehyung still hadn't come, jungkook cant let that happen, so he moves faster and rougher with a determined look in his eyes.

A few erratic thrusts later, Taehyung followed, grinding deep, hips trembling as he came with a low, broken groan.

Jungkook collapsed onto his chest, utterly spent, body trembling from exertion and bliss cause he came again, feeling hotness inside him.

Every inch of him throbbed with the kind of ache that felt almost sacred.

"Tae... can't..." he whispered, voice muffled against warm skin.

He could feel the sticky cum on his and taehyung stomach which was rubbing together because of their position. But he cant care less about the mess. Its was their mess, their love.

A pair of arms wrapped around him, tight, too tight.

"One more," came the soft, rough reply. "Just one more time, baby. Need to feel you... need you close."

So they moved again, slower now. Exhaustion blanketed them, but the need was still there, quieter this time, almost reverent.

They lay on their sides, facing each other. Taehyung slid inside again with a groan that sounded more like relief than desire. Jungkook winced at the renewed stretch, his body already used and aching, but instinctively pushed back, needing it just as badly.