the only sound tearing through the air was his angel's sweet sighs. so familiar but still arousing to taehyung. the way his angel's lips parted sent shivers through his spine.
taehyung caressed his lover's chest, remembering the feeling of the honeysuckle skin under his fingers. his angel's forehead was moist with sweat, his creamy bangs soaking up the liquid.
the sight was delicious. taehyung could almost release right there. but, he wanted to do something first.
his angel, so small and sweet, was still blinded by the cloth, enhancing his sense of feel. taehyung's hand reached to a bedside table right as his angel reached upwards trying to grab onto something, anything to steady himself.
from the table taehyung took the gleaming steel objects between his fingers, and with a full hand, he somehow, almost too easily, placed them around his angel's wrists.
