Another kiss, this time deep and breath taking, another distraction before the other's weight was over him, only this time when his hands tried to find purchase, all they found was skin. Nails bit softly into the flesh of the other's back, causing him to sigh into the kiss, lips parting and tongues meeting, a rapid fire dance where the fight for dominance was more like Seokjin rolling over and giving in without so much as a whimper.
Long legs spread wide, falling open like a flower in full bloom, and Jungkook slid so easily into the space between them. One lifted, wrapping around a slender hip and drew him down, until they were pressed together and he could feel hard heat radiating against his thigh.
Hips worked against him then, a slow grind that made him cry out, tossing his head back as the sensation danced along the length of his spine and sent every nerve ending into over drive. Another came, and he bit his lip to try and stifle the sounds, only to have it slip forth with the next movement. And the next.
Hands went to his waist, fumbled with the clasp of his jeans for less than ten seconds before a frustrated growl emitted from the other's throat. Pushing himself up, Jungkook placed a hand on either thigh, forcing them apart long enough for him to crawl out from beneath them. Hands went to work on the button and the zipper, tugging them free and down, before fingers curled into the waist band and pulled.
Only to find nothing but a tiny little scrap of fabric underneath that could have, to someone at least, been called underwear. White lace that barely contained what it was meant to, and he chuckled at the sight.
"Such a naughty baby. Who were you wearing these for?" Leaning down, he took the fabric near the hip beneath his teeth and tugged until they were taunt, before releasing and letting them snap back down.
"Myself." Because they were the only thing that actually made him feel even a little bit sexy. Because he liked how they made his ass look, liked how they felt against the rough fabric of his jeans.
"Mm, wear them for daddy next time." It wasn't a request, but he didn't even bother focusing on that. No, instead all his mind stopped completely on the idea that there would be a next time. On the concept that they would do this again.
On the promise.
"What color should I wear for you daddy?" Really, he was only speaking to try and distract himself from the fact that other was slowly dragging those tight jeans down his thighs, revealing the milky, smooth skin that he worked so hard to keep soft and hairless. His own personal preferences had never worked in his favor with anyone, but as Jungkook reached his calf he hummed softly, lips running across the smooth skin before sinking in teeth into it, like it was his favorite kind of sweet treat.
"Black." Did he even have a pair of black ones? Maybe he would have to go shopping and - why was he even allowing his mind to go down this path? Why was he allowing himself to think about things that were clearly never going to happen? Life was no fairy tale, was no work of fiction, and those were the only places where one night stands ever developed into something more. "Or red. Both would look so good against your skin."
There was a distinct thump against the floor as one of his boots was untied and slipped off, followed by the repeating answer a moment later, at long last the jeans slipping from his body. Only for those lips to attack the other leg, as if following a road map to return upwards. Deep swirls of red and purple were already starting to develop on his thigh, there were teeth marks in his calf, and he wondered how he was ever supposed to explain this to anyone.
Not that anyone would ever actually be seeing his legs. His work uniform covered his entire body perfectly, so the only one who might catch a glimpse was Taehyung and -
And Jungkook's earlier words about Taehyung being too busy to notice he was gone played over within his mind. Would Taehyung actually care? Or maybe he would just use it as an excuse to not actually bug Seokjin quite so much anymore. He had gone out and lived, had been young and made reckless decisions for a night. That should buy him at least six months of peace and quiet. He should be happy about that.
Should be, but the thought of being a burden to his friends always weighed so heavily on his mind. That he was nothing but a bother, someone who they only spent time with because they felt sorry for him. Those thoughts were so difficult to shake, despite knowing that wasn't exactly what Jungkook had meant. Taehyung was busy for the moment, not forever. Of course he would care.
Teeh sank into his thigh, sucking the flesh into his mouth and he cried out, drawn from his thoughts so suddenly. It hurt, a deep ache settling into his skin, but then it flowed deep inside of his veins and turned into something else. Into want, into desire. Into pleasure.
"Jungkook." It was a soft moan, those lips having chosen a different spot. Only instead of the assault continuing, he suddenly found himself pinned, arms trapped above his head as his back arched.
"What did you call me?" A sharp cry left his throat as the rough fabric of leather pants rutted against his aching erection, the lace of his underwear rubbing against the hard length and providing just enough friction to keep it from being entire painful.
"I'm sorry." That sound was followed by a soft whimper, back arching again as he strained against the hold.
"You're sorry what?" Those hands tightened around his wrist, just a little. Just enough that he might have a bruise come morning.
"I'm sorry daddy." He shouldn't like this. He shouldn't. It was too much. Too much too soon and he was too inexperienced.
But he loved it.
