Paint Me | TaeKook

Blue - 10.1

To everyone.
This is for you.
Thank you so much for waiting.

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“I don’t know your secrets, but I’ll pick up the pieces, pull you close to me now…”

Jungkook woke up by the soft rays of sunlight gleaming on his face, it’s not that harsh, but enough to make him awake and be told that it’s already past early morning. He slightly shuffles thinking that someone would be beside him but is overcome with disappointment as he feels the other side of the bed deprived of heat. He tries to close his eyes again in hopes that he could just sleep the embarrassment he just had, but fails.

He shifts, and unconsciously sets his eyes on the wide glass window that occupies almost half the room, and he could see the calm blue sky, with big fluffy clouds that are starting to gather, and it might just rain.

On the middle of the window, he sees Taehyung standing, with the cloudy blue sky behind him, he looked like an angel, with a calm face that makes his heart thump slightly fast, eyes that bore through his soul, nose that traces each part of his body and down to his oh-so-sinful lips that set fire on every part he kisses.

He remembers how Taehyung lightly traced his thighs with his fingers, sucking his cock, and he moans, thinking it was a dream, it turns out it was real and it led to hours of hard and raw pleasure until they both tire, till it was near dawn.

Jungkook suddenly felt hot at his thoughts, and looks away. Trying to distract himself, he looks up and sees the window up him, and he remembers how the moon saw how sinful they were last night, how he moaned and how he was vulnerable under Taehyung’s touch and how his --- Jungkook shook the thought away again, and decided to clean himself up, feeling icky due to sweat and cum that dried up on his body.

He sits up, and the sting from his asshole shoots up to his spine, making him groan and moan at the same time (if he was able to). He was thinking of what to do next, and since he can’t muster the courage to see Taehyung immediately after what they’ve done, he remembers that he needs to clean up, and settles his hands on the edge of the bed to support himself as he slowly stands up, feet still slightly jelly as he puts a robe and drags himself silently towards the bathroom.
As he was coming near the door, he heard a shuffle and hurries reaching for the door and closed it loudly, forgetting the need not to be noticed.

Jungkook silently chastises himself as he faces the mirror and removes the robe, letting it pool on the floor. He looks at himself, his white skin, his body painted with light bite marks and hickeys in various shades of red and purple, and he was in awe of how it contrasts with his complexion.
He unconsciously touches one just below his collarbone and he moans at the sweet pain it gave him, he touched another one, remembering how he moaned when Taehyung gave each of it to him, and he burns again.

He looks at himself again, and notices that he doesn’t have any on his neck, and he suddenly thinks why the other male doesn’t mark him there. Maybe he gives himself a no-mark area, he thought as he approaches the shower and opens it, letting the cold water dampen his burning body, he reaches out for a bottle of soap which smells like strawberry and vanilla and starts to clean himself up. It took him a lot of time inside since he was thinking of how to approach Taehyung without getting awkward.

Well, you guys kinda got of dirty with each other last night, so why be awkward? A part of his mind said.

He sighed, and finished his session at the bathtub, thinking it was long enough and worried that Taehyung might be waiting, so he wrapped himself up and walked towards the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Taehyung there, slumped at the side, waiting. Surprised, his reflex was to close the door but Taehyung was fast, and strong to push the door open, reach Jungkook’s arm, pulling him outside and caging him beside the wall, face slightly leaning towards the younger male who puts his head down in embarrassment.