secret royality; jjk + kth

•jjk• thirty-five'

"gukkie~ help- ah!", he moaned underneath of me and after a few seconds I pulled away to look at him and he was almost- scared?
As if he just discocered something completely new about his body.
And as I looked down, I understood.

oh my god.

"Want me to take care if that?", I asked and he slowly nodded, biting down onto his lip.

And I leaned back down to reattach my lips to his throat, working him up a little more.

“Jeongguuuk.”
He twines his arms around my neck and tosses his head back so I can get a better access. “Gukkie, oh my god.”

“Got you,” I murmured.
I kissed his collarbones again, running a hand up and down his thigh, causing him to wrap them around my waist, all thin and super sexy.
“Got you, ’s okay, you okay? You good?”

Taehyung just whined, high-pitched and needy.

"You look so hot right now baby."

And I definitely was not expecting his full-body shudder.

"Just—just—I wanna—,” he squirmed, practically rutting up against my lower belly. “Please.”

I stared down at him, stunned.

“Please,” he said again, and Christ, the way he looked right now, like he was already fucked out, like they had been fucking for hours: his face pink and sweaty, neck, mouth a wreck.
Taehyung made a frustrated noise and rolled his hips again, and Jesus fucking Christ.

He made a terrible, wrenching noise, almost a sob, and then I found myself yelping in shock as he flipped us over, having found the source of pleasure, getting what he, himself had to do to feel better as he landed on top of me with one knee planted between my legs and the other by my hip.

He shoved his face into the crook of my neck and gasps wetly, rolling his hips against my thigh.

“Taehyung,” I said. His robe was all bunched up around his ribs, my hands on the smooth skin of his waist. “Tae, baby, holy fuck.”

“‘Feels so good” he mumbled, lips smearing against my neck.

“Just wanna feel good. Want you to make me feel good.”

“Please.”

I looked down and saw the way he was grinding almost desperately against my thigh. I could feel the curve of him through the two layers separating us.

“Jeongguk.”

“I got you,” I said shakily, wrapping my arms around his back and holding him tight. “I got you, baby, take what you need.”

Taehyung keened. He was panting hard, mouth open against my neck in something too sloppy and far gone to be a kiss, hands in my hair. He shivered once, hard, and then he was grinding down for real, frantic little movements, no rhythm. Biting at my neck, whimpering into my skin. Wordless, mindless, shameless, just chasing his pleasure, working himself up.
I held him and breathed quiet words into his ear like, got you, got you baby, doing so good, so good for me, wanna see you, c’mon baby, you’re so hot, you’re so perfect, wanna see you, wanna feel you—

“Oh god oh god, Jeongguk,” he gasped, and then his entire body tensed up and he’s cumming with a high, broken moan, hips jerking, his fingers so tight in my hair that it actually hurted.
He was definitely shocked as he felt the liquids slowly running down and I could sense that since he was trembling in my arms and then collapsed sideways across my body, elbows giving out.