The Man Between The Pages {Jikook} [completed]

~Naked Poetry!~

''And just like that we created naked poetry.

Our bodies were drawing their own paintings,

vagabond on your dulcet chest I was running

trying to catch my breath that you previously stole.

And with with words soft as honey,

you twisted my tongue and

tied my hands tighter  than any handcuffs 

or rope ever could''.

[what the hell have I written? Warning sexual content, vulgar language, mature content]

Intertwined hands and messy locks. Glossy lips and rosy cheeks. Sweaty chests and dirty thoughts.

Dragging his boyfriend in his bedroom, eager to feel how making love feels like, Jungkook smiled cheekily. Jimin's eyes focused on the corners of the room, making sure that he had destroyed all the cameras. He was so disgusted when he found out that they had planted cameras in the entire house- in the bathroom even-. Sure, he was responsible for placing the cameras in the living room- checking if they work or not- but he wasn't going to allow Yoongi and the rest of the guys seeing Jungkook's  personal moments.

''What? It's not going to be like the last time Jimin-ah, I won't hurt you'' he promised.

''No, no... I wasn't thinking of that. I just don't want to ruin this like the previous time'' he explained. 

''You won't'' he reassured him and gently pushed him on the mattress climbing on top of him, their lips never unlocking. ''Just lie back, relax and let me make you smile'' he soughed in the blond's ear and began to suck on the soft skin of his neck. Jimin just bit his lip letting the younger plumb the depths of his chest. But Jungkook wanted some sort of response, a moan, a whine, anything.