Banana Milk

Nobody Wins

Nana (M)

Slow kisses soon turned into heated ones.

Kisses that stole dominance from one another.

Kisses that involved playful but sensual tongue movements.

Kisses that made their lips swollen and red.

Jungkook pulled on Taehyung's hair slightly, gasping for air as the two laid in bed, breathless. Jungkook went back in for another kiss, running his hands over the football players body.

They were on Taehyung's bed, some show on the television playing so their noises were concealed. Taheyung laid on top of the younger, pulling his hips up every so often to make contact with him. Soft moans left Taehyung as he grinded down on Jungkook.

Jungkook gasped as his eyes rolled back, his hands going back up to grip Taehyung's hair. Taehyung parted lips to take his shirt off, throwing it somewhere across the room. Jungkook looked down at the players body with hooded eyes, taking everything in.

He liked his lips and pulled Taehyung back up to connect their lips in a messy kiss. Jungkook pecked his jaw before going down to his neck, sucking multiple red marks to show everyone who he belonged to.

It was his first time doing this but a source of confidence erupted in him and he turned them around and straddled Taehyung's waist. Jungkook slowly pulled his own shirt off as he leaned down to paint Taehyung's chest with more marks.

Jungkook groaned as he pulled on the hem of Taehyung's pants slightly. They parted, cheeks tinted red. "Are you sure?" Taehyung asked as he looked up at Jungkook.

"Yeah. I'm sure."

Jungkook slid off the older boy and took his own pants off, leaving only his boxers. Taehyung licked his lips and pulled Jungkook back on him. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, placing the boy on his thigh, painfully pressing against Jungkook's now hard member.

Taehyung looked at the submissive boy in front of him and bit his lip. He bounced his leg, creating friction on Jungkook's hard on.

Jungkook whined and breathed in a gasp as he wrapped his arms around Taehyung's neck. Taehyung connected their lips again, pushing Jungkook down on the bed and standing up. He started to unbuckle his belt, looking down at the gasping boy.

"Are you really sure?"

"Yeah."

I Get Nervous Just Thinking About You.