Help Me Touch You || Vkook ff

Chapter 17

A/N:

Sorry for the delay, bla bla... you know how it goes....
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WARNING: Some smut ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Please skip it if you mind it, don't report! Or I will have to rate it mature. And if you're a baby, too young to be reading it then don't. Stay innocent for a bit more.

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It was 4 am; 4 am and JK was awake, eyes closed, chest heaving as he found it difficult to breathe, nose buried in his baby's soft hair, sniffing in his smell, filling his lungs with his aroma and barely keeping his hands to himself. But he couldn't help the small, upward hip thrusts, straight against the boy's thigh, the one that he kept moving restlessly, rubbing over JK's crotch and giving the latter an inevitable erection that ended up awakening him.

JK was in a sick state of mind – considering taking the boy right there. But he can't do that and he knows it. If he messes up even once everything could go downhill. He might completely ruin Taetae on a psychological level.

After what seemed like a forever of torture, JK removed Taetae's leg off of him, got off of the bed and rushed to the bathroom, shutting the door after him. He bumped his forehead to the door, releasing small, sinful groans. Why sinful? Because he got hard for an 8 year old. To be fair, the boy wasn't really an 8 year old; he got hard for a 23 year old. Nevertheless, the latter believed he was 8 and JK had come to see him as a little kid. It was like his perception of Taehyung also changed with each version of him. And so, right now, he felt like a pedophile.

JK started lightly banging his head on the door, confused about everything. These last few days disrupted his life so much, almost to the point of utter loss and confusion, but so beautifully, so addictively that he welcomed it all with an open heart. His heart was engulfed in everything that's Taehyung; the boy has taken over his existence.

He banged and banged, hoping for his mind to calm down and his hardened problem to go away on its own. But alas, the efforts he made were to no avail and so, he knelt right in front of the door and shoved his hand in to his pants. It didn't even take him a second to wrap his hand around his boner and start pumping it at maximum speed in hopes of deflating it as soon as possible. The soft little moans and groans that he was letting loose weren't as quiet as he thought or hoped. Chasing that good release, head thrown back, drowning in guilty ecstasy, JK zoned out, unsuspecting of what was to come in the few upcoming seconds. Little Taetae, feeling the absence of JK's warmth and heft beside him and missing his presence beneath his thigh, had woken up and heard JK voicing out his pleasure. But the boy didn't know those groans and moans were of pleasure. The sounds triggering parts of his memories that he did not wish to remember or relive, memories involving his evil uncle, memories that locked him in the age of 8, unwilling to grow old, hoping to live out his life compensating for the childhood he was robbed of. 

The boy did the first thing anyone would do if they thought a person they cared for was in danger. He left the bed rushing towards the bathroom and - "Kookie?" - he called for JK as he pushed open the door. Good thing JK was right in front of the door; yes, on his knees, but nonetheless, close enough to block Taetae from opening it any further.

"Taetae go back to bed! I'll be there in a minute." - said JK while groaning as he was still stroking himself along the length of his shaft - faster now that he heard his undeniably sexy baby's undeniably sexy voice. If V had heard JK just now, groaning and straining to get his words out, he would have broken the door down and taken the hornball right there on the bathroom floor. But V wasn't there, Taetae was; the innocent little baby boy that should under no circumstance see what was happening in there.

"What's wrong Kookie? Are you hurt?"

"No baby. Just go ba- Ah!" - JK came in his pants, all over his hand, as the other one was barely pushing back the door, trying to block it.

"Kookie!" - JK's strength gave out as his body relaxed and he fell to his side panting and Taetae came barging in.

JK groaned in response as Taetae kneeled down next to him placing his hands on his Kookie. The latter just rolled onto his stomach in hopes of trying to hide from the boy the fact that he had his hand down his pants; not to mention his pants was most probably soaked.

"Baby... I'm fine. Now don't make me say it again. Go to bed and wait for me there. I'll be with you soon." - warned JK, urging the boy to leave so he could collect himself... He was mentally cussing at himself, accepting his utter idiocy regarding how he forgot to lock the door when he planned to pleasure himself.