A soft peck to the ear.
Another sweet peck to the hair.
A trail of kisses littered along plump cheeks.
A final kiss against the lips, sealing the deal.
Kissing Hoseok was addicting. His lips soft and sweet, eager to please, and pliant beneath the youngers demanding lips.
With every maddening, addictive kiss, Taehyung couldn't help but fall further beneath his spell.
A kiss of wanting.
A kiss of feeling.
Passion and desire.
Yet somehow, so much more.
Soft gasps and whines echo within the dim bathroom. A rush of adrenaline and anticipation thrumming in the air. Its nothing more than a kiss, but they both still want so much more. To be more.
Desperate lips mouth along a slim neck, wanting to mark and claim, but holding back.
Slim, elegant hands clutch to a shirt, yanking the eager lips and hands closer, shaking and silently begging for something.
Yet it never goes past a kiss. Never past the rush of skin on lips, lips on skin, tongue and spit.
They can have nothing more than this. But that's okay, because for now, that's all they'll need.
Just a kiss.
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Sortsa things. Decent things.
Fanfiction*Hoseok centric* nothing but fluff and oneshots/drabbles uwu ***bottom hobi undertones galore binches*** (wattpad is too sad for my smut smh) IF YA DONT LIKE IT DONT READ IT CAUSE IM NOT GONNA DEAL WITH COMPLAINING SMH
