PRISONERS [Taekook]

스물 아홉

28.

There's a strange heat pooling in the pit of Hoseok's stomach as he slowly, gently emerges from sleep.

He can feel that pleasant heat progressively spread through his entire body to engulf him whole, his still closed eyes twitching and his fists unconsciously tightening around the bedsheets as his body moves on its own to chase that heat, to bring it closer.

He feels the muscles in his thighs clench, his hips dance as if they had a life of their own, his teeth sinking into his lower lip... and it his own groan of pleasure that really shakes him out of sleep, his eyes popping open with difficulty and his consciousness finally making him realize where all that exquisite heat comes from.

Hoseok's hand travels down until his fingers are tangled in the soft black hair of a head bobbing up and down under the bedsheets.

"Oh... Oh god, Jimin..." he whispers, his voice raspy and groggy from sleep.

Jimin's lips are soft around his length, his tongue wet and hot as it drags up and down the underside of his cock as he expertly gives him a little morning treat, and Hoseok's couldn't have dreamed of a better way to wake up when it's four a.m. and you hate your job.

Hoseok's high is dangerously approaching because fuck, he's so good at it, and when the officer pushes the covers away to look at his boyfriend, he nearly comes from just seeing that magnificent man enthusiastically swallowing him in without rushing it, working his hand on the length he can't, or won't take into his mouth — let's admit it, gagging first thing in the morning isn't the most pleasant feeling, there are other ways to make your partner happy without choking to death.

The younger man is lying down on the bed, spread out on his stomach, his face between Hoseok's muscular thighs. His naked body is barely visible seen as there isn't any sunlight yet, but the little parts Hoseok can see — notably his round, perky butt — greatly contribute to his pleasure. He's eager to please, his glimmering eyes darting up every now and then to shoot little arrows at Hoseok's heart, and every single time it misses a beat.

"I'm gonna come," Hoseok warns, his fingers slightly tightening around Jimin's hair.

It doesn't take too long until his orgasm comes and shakes his body whole. Jimin doesn't stop, though, he keeps his pretty plump lips securely attached to his cock even as strings of cum shoot out of its head and into his mouth. He licks up his lover's cock one last time and swallows without an ounce of hesitation.

Jimin pushes himself up, and straddles Hoseok's stomach, a pretty smile on his face.

"Good morning," he leans in and leaves a gentle but quick peck on Hoseok's lips.

"Oh hell no, come here," he breathes out, grabbing Jimin's nape to pull him into a deeper, longer kiss and he feels him smile through it.

Their tongues dance and move in unison as they glide against one another, sending waves of heat to their still longing bodies. The kiss ends too soon, rushed by time, and the two lovebirds find themselves staring into each other's eyes, foreheads pressed together, hands roaming on bodies like touching each other's skin was all they ever needed.

"That must have been horrible. I've got morning breath and cum breath," Jimin chuckles, his face scrunching up in fake disgust.

"That's fine," Hoseok starts, sneaking his arms around Jimin's waist. "My own morning breath makes up for those two, and two negatives make a positive."

"I'm not sure that applies to— whoa!"

Jimin shrieks as Hoseok suddenly tips him to the side and pins him down on the bed before getting on top, their positions reversed in a split second.