Luxuria | BTS

Part XIX

"Noli timere, et confractus moribus"

-Don't be afraid to break character-

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It made your head spin, being so close to him. Lips on lips, tracing across sensitive skin, hands in hair and clawed into shoulders, bodies as close as physically possible. Seokjin had you where he wanted you, lying on your back, pressed up against him, dizzy from the sensations.

The sun had sunken a lot lower in the time you'd spent there, though miraculously, most of your clothes had stayed on. He seemed to know where your comfort zone ended for now, so with the exception of the straps of your top sliding down your shoulders and the top buttons of his shirt wide open, you stayed in the zone of "simply making out".

Not like that wasn't already overwhelming.

You supposed being the descendant of the literal Sin of Lust would make anything sexual beyond pleasing, but god damn. You didn't think you could ever get tired of this, his plush lips capturing yours with ease and not letting go until you were breathless and light headed. His hands already seemed to know your body, tugging at that particular strand of hair and touching you in all the right places. And the sounds that he made made the hair on the back of your neck stand up, lewd but so, so sensual.

If you were being honest, your mind went blank and you were happy with it. You simply followed his actions, and although it was more than a little sloppy and immature at the beginning, you felt you began to get the hang of it. You liked having control as much as when he took over, guiding you to do exactly as he said. Seeing his cheeks flush and pupils blow over with lust was a temptive reward, so you got over the initial clumsiness quite fast, simply to see more of it.

Of course, as much as you wanted it to, drowned in his scent and eyes squeezed shut in bliss, nothing could last forever.

You weren't quite sure what you were doing to end up there, but you were lying on him, his hands on your lower back and your lips connected in slow, languid motions, when the doors slammed open. Both of you shot up, but it was too late. Yoongi and Taehyung came strolling around the corner, abruptly halting as their eyes landed on the two of you.

Even if you hadn't been in such a compromising position, you wouldn't have gotten away with it. Both of your faces were pink and your breathing irregular, eyes glazed over and hair a complete, ruffled mess. Not to mention Seokjin's shirt and your exposed shoulders.

Heat of a different kind shot to your face and you found unable to move in shock. However, Seokjin, being the little shit that he was, smiled widely at the frozen duo, not taking his hands off your back.

"Were you looking for something in particular?" he inquired, and you shot him a dirty look, anger starting to boil inside of you. He noticed, turning his head to meet your eye in playful surprise. "What, sweetheart?"

"Oh, shut up", you growled, swinging your leg over his and getting up. Facing Yoongi and Taehyung, you crossed your arms and straightened your shoulders, trying to get out of this with any dignity you could muster.

Nevertheless, Taehyung's face split into that irritating, mischievous grin of his and he raised his brows in amusement. "No, please, we didn't mean to interrupt. It's not like we haven't caught Hyung with any girls before".

"Yeah, but now's not really the time to brag about you finding me in the hotel room with those Japanese girls, is it? " Seokjin reacted in a completely relaxed manner, simply rolling his eyes and running a hand through his already untidy hair.