His Buried Past| Taekook

Chapter 42

V swallows hard as he looks up at the older, his arms spread wide by the cuffs. "Kookie, we should probably call Baeki-hyung, I'm sure he's probably worried, same with Suga-hyung-"

He's interrupted by Jungkook's chuckle, the older man's voice dark, "Sorry baby boy, but I already called Baekhyun and informed him I'd taken you home to talk things over. And by now I'm sure Suga's a little tied up with Hoseok and Jimin and having his own issues dealt with." Leaning over the restrained boy, his lips tickle at his ear as he purrs, "It's just you and me...and my room is soundproofed, so I can make you cry as loud as I want."

The cuffed boy feels heat curling in his belly at the threat, before he feels Jungkook's lips trace a line down the side of his throat. He holds back a gasp at the feel of teeth pressing against his pulse, followed by the soothing stroke of the other's tongue. Determined to pull a reaction from the boy, the ravenette sucks harshly at the vulnerable skin of his throat as his fingers tangle in his ashy curls and yank. Hearing a sharp inhale from his lover, he smirks, before dragging his lips down the caramel skin of his chest, pausing to lightly nip at the tight buds begging for attention, before continuing down his soft belly. Unable to resist the soft skin of the younger's tummy, the ravenette gently bites down on the soft skin, licking and sucking until he's rewarded with lilac and black marks.

Reaching the waist of the boy's boxers, he presses a soft kiss against the skin just above it, before brushing his lips against the stiff member straining the fabric, grinning at the gasp the action draws from V. Looking up, he's rewarded at the sight of the younger already panting, his teeth digging into his bottom lip and expression filled with need. "What do you want from Daddy, baby boy? Hmm?" His voice is velvet-soft as he takes in the sight of his beautiful lover, admiring the black and purple splotches he's painted on the golden skin. Wordlessly, Tae squirms, his chest rising and falling in quick pants as his hips rock, seeking relief for the burning need in his lower belly. "Please...Kookie..."

The older arches a brow, clicking his tongue and lightly slapping at the inner thigh of the restrained boy, the sharp sound of skin on skin ringing through the room, before he rubs soothingly at the spot, "That's not my name baby. Let me ask again. What does my naughty boy need from his Daddy?"

His lips pushing out in a pout, the younger feels his face heat as he mumbles, "I want Daddy to untie me. Please, Daddy, wanna touch you."

Jungkook hums thoughtfully as he drags the band of the boy's boxers down, exposing his red, swollen erection to the cool air of the room. "Hmm, is that all you want baby? Or do you want something else from me?" Ducking his head down, he just barely skims the taut skin of the other's member, his breath teasing along the way before he looks back up, his dark eyes glinting with restrained desire.

V swallows thickly as he nods jerkily, his breathing shaky as he whimpers, "P-please...need you to--", a cry interrupts the boy as he feels the older's hot, wet mouth envelop his head, a smooth swipe of the ravenette's tongue catching the bead of precum that had collected at the tip. Whining, he helplessly thrusts upwards, struggling to push deeper in his lover's mouth. He's thwarted though, as the older raises his head, his lips damp as he grins tauntingly at the writhing mess before him. "What were you saying baby? Did Daddy's little slut need something else?" Wrapping his long fingers around the submissive's hard length, he slowly begins to flick his wrist, enjoying the way the smaller boy's hips gyrate at the action, his chocolate eyes squeezing closed as he moans softly.

"Come on baby, use your words. You wanna cum? Is that it?"

Taehyung nods, his voice cracking as he licks at his dry lips, "Yes, please Daddy. Please make me cum!"

The older smirks in satisfaction as he pushes himself up, his lips ending up next to the shaking boy's ear, "Hmm, I think you're gonna have to earn it slut. After all, you've been such a bad boy. Getting yourself hurt and then running away from me." Taking his hand from the other's turgid member, he stands up straight, yanking his shirt over his head, the muscles of his six-pack and chest moving under his milky skin at the action. Left in just his jeans, he narrows his eyes on the panting mess on the bed as his hands work on his jeans, the sound of first the buckle and then the zipper clear in the room.