secret royality; jjk + kth

•jjk• thrity-four'

Instead of being akward or inexperienced for a first kiss, his lips felt extremely soft and they seemed fo fit perfectly onto mine.

His fingers clenched into my sweater as my lips started to move against his and after a few seconds, he got the hang of it.

With every second passing, he got more into the kiss and then I trapped his bottom lip between my lips which caused him to gasp, probably surprised at this new feeling.
I used that to my adventage to slide his tongue into his mouth and when he still didnt flinch away, I stopped thinking and just let my senses take over.
I twisted us around so I was on top of him as I gently laid him down onto the matress.

I only caught a hint of Taehyungs taste before, on his breath as we almost kissed earlier, but now his lips are parting and I am slowly curling our tongues together, to not overwhelm him with everything.

“You’re doing good,” I mumbled into his mouth between deep kisses. “You’re doing so good, Tae Tae.”

"Guk—,” he started, but then my hands were in his hair, and we’re still kissing and it felt so good, it felt so good: Taehyung’s pretty little mouth, the soft swell of his bottom lip, the taste of his tongue.

He was starting to get sloppy, nipping at my lips, a little unsure about what to do with his tongue, but he was so fucking enthusiastic.
It was like a whole new person that had taken over him, a more confident person.

He was kissing me over and over again, and he was getting deep and messy, just how i like it.

“You’re so good,” I said kissing at the corner of his mouth, and then the other corner and then the center, the fullest part.

Taehyungs small fingers were tangled in the long hair at the nape of my neck and he kept making these noises.
Sweet tiny sounds, little drops of pleasure.

Fuck it I thought  distantly as I started to drop kisses along his jawline and ear and then lower, as I softly mouthed at the smooth skin of his throat, tracing down his veins, lapping at the base of it, paying attention to not leave any marks. Tae now was full on gasping in my ear, fingers tight in my hair.

Fuck it, I thought as I pushed the collar of his robe aside to kiss the wings of his collarbones.

Taehyungs skin tasted like salt.
I carefully sucked at his neck, memorizing every little sound, every breath and breathless moan.

“Guk,” he said, “Gukkie” and then I was being pulled back up and now, he was kissing me hard and rough and open-mouthed, rolling our tongues together.

Our teeth accidently knocked together and I pulled back, wincing.
It was a mistake, because pulling back means that I got a full view of the prince beneath me: Taehyung spread out on the white sheet, face flushed, hair fucked up and falling away from his forehead.
Fuck it, seriously.

Beneath me, Tae took deep breath before he pushed himself up, pressed his open mouth to my skin just like I did to him.

He pressed his tongue flat against my skin and scraped his teeth over the wet spot and kissed it.

I only realized I'd been making noises when he pulls back to look at me, eyes wide.

“Sorry,” I said, and I sounded so wrecked but I could’t even help it. “Sorry, ’s just, ’s good, ’s how I like it, I—oh—”

Taehyungs lips are back on my neck immediately.
I'm grinding down against his thigh, but I can’t help it.

I slode my fingers into his soft hair and tugged, softly pulling him away from my neck and onto the hinge of my jaw, the soft, hypersensitive spot right below my ear.

“Right there,” I gasped as he sucked at my skin, bites my earlobe, trailed wet kisses along my jaw, “right there, baby, oh my god, yes,” and he was definitely smiling.

And I'm dragging him back into a wild, messy kiss, licking at his teeth and tongue, biting at his lips.

I leaned down and took him. Cupped his face with both hands, thumbs on his cheekbones, and I took his mouth over and over again, licking into him.
This was so much better than I had ever imagined.