But what was one more considering the list was already miles long? That's what he told himself now, and it's what he would tell himself then. When the rays of the run broke through and shone down on his sins and he was made to answer for them.
Was made to answer for the way he guided the other back and down, until he was resting on the couch he had previously been laying on, the near by blanket still bunched up and discarded. Was made to answer for how he ended up between his spread legs, zipper between his teeth as he tugged it down, nimble fingers working open the clasp at the same moment. How he reached inside the thin material of the boxers Jungkook wore and let that beautiful hardness spring free.
How his mouth continued to water and his eyes went along with it, tears springing into the corners as shame washed over him. But it wasn't enough to actually make him stop. Because right now, inside of this moment, there was someone who wanted him. Someone who desired something from him. And so he gave it willingly.
Flattening his tongue, he ran the length across the thick head, lapping up pearly drops of pre-cum and sighing as the salt exploded on his tongue. Took it between his soft lips and sucked like it was a piece of candy. Used his palm to slowly stroke the shaft where his mouth didn't reach. Let drool fall down to ease the way. Took as much of it in as he could, before forcing himself to relax and easing the length back down into his throat, head bobbing up and down in some mimicry of an equally intimate act. Sucked and licked and allowed his throat to be thrust into until his jaw ached and he was certain he wasn't going to be able to even close it. That it was just going to be stuck in this position for the rest of his entire life.
"So good." Jungkook's voice rang out, head thrown back against the thick cushions of the sofa. Long fingers had found their way into his soft strands, tangling and gripping so tightly the pressure on his scalp was almost too much to bear. But he liked the little spraks of pain. Used them as fuel to do better. To let his throat open wider until his nose was pressed down against the other's skin and he could feel himself practically choking. Until tears were really falling from his eyes, becoming trapped in his lashes. Until his cheeks were red and flushed and he looked like a sweaty mess. "So pretty for me."
But there were words of praise too, and they were the source of his own pleasure. He felt so tightly wound, his own cock hard and pressed up tight against the silk he wore. And he wondered if he was going to embarrass himself by coming in his own pants just by sucking cock. Was that even a thing that could happen? Because it felt like it was about to.
"God, you're so beautiful baby." Those eyes opened and he glanced upwards, catching the way Jungkook was peering down at him. How his eyes were clouded over with lust and pleasure, and something inside of him tightened even further at the knowledge that he was cause. That it was purely because of him. That he was so incredibly good at this that he could actually make someone lose themselves that much.
"Gonna let me come down your throat?" He couldn't respond, his mouth was currently took full and busy. All he could do was let himself hum, the vibrations going straight through the thick cock currently stuffed inside him. Hum and nod his head and he shivered at the way Jungkook groaned above him. "Fuck baby. Gonna come so hard. Gonna give you so much."
He wasn't exceptionally experienced at this - in fact, he really wasn't sure where all of this knowledge had come from. Maybe it was just a natural talent. And the thought occurred to him that of course this is the one thing he would be good at. Of course sex would be his one and only natural talent. The universe was exactly cruel enough to make that happen. But he knew to ease off. To pull back until only the head remained. To hallow his cheeks and suck until he felt the first drops falling onto his tongue. Until thick ribbons of come were filling the hot, wet cavern of his mouth and he almost choked before forcing himself to swallow it all down, more tears filling his eyes at the sensation.
"Such a good baby. You're so desperate for it, aren't you? Look at how well you take it." Was he desperate for it? Not really. It tasted terrible and the consistency was like half congealed jello. But he was so incredibly desperate for the words of praise that he took it all without even thinking. Swallowed every single drop and made sure none went to waste.
Pulling away, he took a moment to try and catch his breath, and was shocked when those fingers loosened their hold, slowly guiding him down until his cheek could rest on the rough material of the jeans the other still wore. It was such a soft gesture, so deeply intimate that he couldn't help but glance up, something shining in those dark eyes that he didn't meant to be there. Those fingers moved through his now tangled strands, working through the knots and softly pressing against his scalp, easing away the ache that had settled there. Before moving down to wipe away the traces of tears and saliva that still clung to his skin.
"So beautiful." Those fingers shifted downwards towards the back of his neck, and he gasped as they tighten. As they guided him back up onto his knees, tugging and pulling and forcing him to go along with whatever actions the other wanted to him to take. Until the was scrambling up and his own legs were parting, coming to rest on either side of those powerful thighs.
Only to have lips press against his and that tongue licking it's way into his mouth. And he tried to pull away. He did. Because he knew his mouth was still coated in remnants of come. Yet Jungkook seemed to eat it up, groaning into the kiss as he shifted. As his free hand found where his own pants hand dampened with precum and slipped beneath the waist band, past the thin silk to wrap around his own cock.
Thumb flattened against the head, smearing the pearly drops and causing him to cry out, lips parting even further as that tongue exploded his mouth. Felt himself shake as heat pooled deep inside of his stomach and traveled down into his thighs. Felt the way they quivered as he came so close, until he was barely able to hold it back.
"Please." He felt so pathetic and broken crying out like that. Pulling away and practically begging, face once more flushed and covered with tears. "Please daddy. I need to come so badly."
"There's my good boy. Asking daddy for permission to come." Another stroke and he almost lost it. Had to bite down into his lip hard enough to draw blood to keep it back. "Come for me baby. Show daddy how much sucking his cock turned you on."
Enough that he had almost come untouched. Enough that it took less than a handful of strokes before he was coming. Thick ropes of come shooting out of the head and pouring over those talented fingers, making a mess out of his pants and ruining the silk he was so fond of.
So much for being clean and smelling good. Now he likely just smelled like the whore he was slowly turning out to be.
"You came so much for daddy. So messy." What he hadn't been expecting was for Jungkook to lifted his soiled hand to his lips, for them to part and his tongue to snake out to lick away the thick drops of come from his fingers. To suck them into his mouth like it was some delicious treat that he couldn't quite enough of. And he wondered if it was possible for him to turn any brighter red, because his ears already felt like they were on fire.
As he came down from his high, the guilt and the shame began to settle in. He had done precisely what he told himself he wasn't going to do. Just because he hadn't let Jungkook be inside him - actually, that was a lie. He had been inside him. He was still inside of him now. He had crawled under his skin and was becoming so deeply embedded there was never going to be a way to get him back out.
"Go get cleaned up, baby." Those same fingers were moving over his cheek now, smearing saliva that wasn't his across the skin, and all he could do was nod dumbly. Somewhere deep inside he knew that by the time he got back Jungkook was, in all likelihood, going to be gone. And that was just the way things were. That was just what he had apparently signed up for.
He really had to start reading the fine print more carefully.
