Felt the other tremble as he grew weak with impending orgasm. Felt the tension rising within his body and smiled at how well his baby tried to hold back.
"You feel so good baby. So tight around me. Like you were made for me. You were, weren't you? You were made to take daddy's cock." Seokjin had been made for him. Created with this one singular purpose. To be his.
"Yes." The next thrust was harder, Seokjin rising up until only the thick head remained and then dropping with so much force it had them both crying out. "I was made for you daddy. Only you can have me."
"No one else." The thought that anyone else had ever touched his baby was enough to make him sick. So vile and repulsive that it made his stomach turn and his head spin. "I hate that anyone else has touched you."
He would never understood why those words came out of his mouth.
"No one has." It was a stunning revelation that almost shocked him enough to stop.
Almost.
Instead it made his grip tighten. Nails digging into hips and squeezing around the other's throat, drawing his head back until it was tilted against his shoulder and he could so clearly see the state he had left the other in. Tear tracks trailed down his red, puffy face. Lips swollen and bleeding from his own teeth. And he couldn't resist kissing them then. Deep and bruising, until he was certain the bottom was going to massive purple sore that nothing would ease.
Seokjin had been made for him. Entirely for him. And that thought should not make his heart swell. Should not make it fill to bursting. Should not make that bubble grow and expand the way it did.
"Fuck I love you." It came out unbidden. Some where in between digging his teeth into that full upper lip and sucking on the other's tongue. Between feeling those walls clench around him, feeling the other's spine grow rigid. Feeling as that tension rose and the string finally snapped. As Seokjin came around him so much violently intensity that he couldn't hold himself back. Thrusted up into that beautiful tight wet heat and let himself go. Came in thick, long spurts until he could feel the white hot seed flowing out around him.
Barely even had enough brain power to gently ease the other down, first onto his stomach and then onto his side. Slipping out of him was almost painful, but he as he slotted himself against his back, curled around his body and drew him in, he slid right back inside. Felt those walls clench in welcome and sighed as he buried his face into sweaty, damp hair.
All he could hear was the beating of Seokjin's heart and the sound of his breathing. The way he whined softly when he shifted, reaching back and grasping his hip to hold him place.
"Stay inside me. Please. Wanna feel full." It sounded weak and broken in an entirely different way. Like he had been so ruined beyond repair and then reformatted into something different. Something better.
"As long as you want sweetheart." His touch was gentle now. Soft. Fingertips trailing along the length of the other's body, tracing the slope of his curves. Found the marks left on his throat and followed along the pattern. Lifted his leg and tangled it between thick thighs. Sighed in contentment as the heat radiating from their connection started to dissipate.
"Did you mean what you said before?" It was so quiet, the haze of lust having disappeared from the other's voice. And it sounded so thin now. Weak in all the ways he hated.
"Which part?" Because he had said so much. So many things that he didn't mean to.
"All of it." His hold eased as he felt the other twist back as far as he would go, one eye peaking at him under the fall of dark bangs.
"I did." He hadn't meant to let them all come spilling forth. But they were all true. "You're mine, Seokjin."
"And you're mine." It sounded uncertain. Like he was testing it out. Playing with it. Seeing if he could get away with it.
"I am." He had never been any one's the way he was Seokjin's. Had never belonged to anyone the way he did him. "And I love you."
"I know." It sounded -
Different.
So different from anything he had ever heard before.
Soft and surreal. Like the siren song of a mermaid calling out through the ocean's depths.
Like the whisper of clouds as they traveled overhead.
Like Seokjin had never been certain of anything before in his life. But he was certain of this.
"I love you too." And he was certain of that too. He felt it. Deep within his bones. A revelation that was too true to be a lie.
"I love you, Seokjin." It was a whisper. A caress pressed against the abused skin, lips moving against the shell of the other's ear as he arched in closer.
"I love you, Jungkook." Somehow saying it like that, with their names made it more real. Transformed it from just words into truth.
Their truth.
