Sliding up to Jungkook the way he did. Wrapping his free arms around those broad shoulders. Closing the space that remained between them. Eyes waiting until the last possible moment to flutter closed, hiding away the sight that would be burned within his memory forever. Full lips pressed against their match set, soft and delicate and light. It was a calculated risk, a move that he was certain would end with him losing the current battle that was being fought.
But all it received was a deep groan, one of those hands trailing down across the small of his back, following the lines and curves, before lifting and smacking against the swell of his ass.
"Ten minutes. Then I swear to god Seokjin I will knock that door down and take you on the bathroom floor." It was a deep growl, whispered directly against his ear, and it sent a shiver down the length of his entire spine. White hot electric heat that had his whole body shuddering with the force of it.
"Maybe I would like that." He would love that. Knowing that he pushed Jungkook so far that he had actually lost control would be amazing.
"Seokjin." It was a warning, teeth sinking into the still healing flesh of his throat and he cried out, pain shooting through his neck and down into his shoulder as the skin was broken and another wound was left behind. "Don't test me."
Then those hands were gone, and it was only then that he realized where they had been. One squeezing the curve of his hip, so tight that he was certain there would be bruises left behind. While the other had wrapped around his throat, beginning to cut off the flow of air and he realized within that moment just how much he loved that sensation. How weak and eager and ready it left him feeling.
But Jungkook was moving away, and he took approximately ten seconds to attempt to compose himself. To remember why he wasn't just giving in, stripping himself bare and dropping down onto his hands and knees and presenting his pretty pink entrance.
Slipping into the bathroom, he made the conscious decision to slide the lock into place, despite knowing how that one flimsy little barrier would hardly be enough to stop Jungkook. If anything, it would be more of infuriating pause, and he shivered at the thought of how much he would get punished for such an act.
Fingers grasped the hem of his thick sweater, tugging it up over his head, remembering only when it caught on his glasses that he was still wearing them. Lifted his hand and carefully removed them, setting them to the side before going back to his previous task. Removed the heavy fabric and the thinner tee shirt that lie beneath. Slipped out of his tight black pants and left them to rest where ever they landed. Removed his shoes and socks and kicked them off to the side. Dug around in the pretty pink bag, pulled out one option and then the other, before deciding between the two.
Found the little bottle of mostly used lubricate that he kept in the bathroom drawer. Slicked up his own fingers and bent himself over the edge of the tub, teeth almost tearing into his own lip as he stuffed himself so incredibly full. Circled his puffy rim and shoved three inside the tight heat, still so open and loose from the night before. And somewhere within the still working portion of his mind he wondered if he could just find someway to keep himself like that. Always spread wide and dripping wet, so ready to be taken at any given moment.
Glanced up at the clock at the very last moment and realized he had exactly two minutes remaining. Almost panicked trying to wash the sticky substance from his hands, before ripping the tag from his newly acquired purchase. Slid them up his legs and tugged them over the swell of his ass. Shifted and adjusted himself until they covered what they were meant to, even if it was only just. Took a deep breath and leaned in, examining the fresh damage that had been done to his neck before sighing softly in acceptance. Maybe once the wounds finally healed and scarred Jungkook would be satisfied, would knew that his marks had been etched so deeply into his skin that no more were needed.
Almost lost track of time staring at himself until he heard footsteps approaching, glanced at the door and considered letting Jungkook rip it from it's hinges. But he moved quick, fingers fiddling with the lock before sliding it out of place, the soft click practically ringing in his own ears and he knew the other had heard it too. Took a step back and waited, pressed himself into the expanse of counter, arms stretched out behind him, hips arching forward and teeth sinking into his lip.
"Damn." There was a gust of air suddenly sweeping over him, and his breath caught in his throat as the door swung open. As he watched that internal struggle raging within Jungkook, saw the way his hands clenched into fist, nails digging into the flesh of his palms like he was fighting some battle that he had no chance of winning.
"Was it worth the wait daddy?" Shifting, he lifted himself onto the flat portion of counter space, thighs spreading, the deep burgundy red silk and dark black lace he wore standing out like beacon against the pale flesh.
"Oh baby." It happened in a flash, in the span of a single blink of an eye, no longer than a heart beat and they were together. Those legs spreading wide open, welcoming Jungkook into the heat that radiated between them. Arms wrapped around those wide, strong shoulders as he felt hands land on his hips, as he felt them trail over his thighs, nails scraping lightly over the surface. "You are worth everything."
Kissing Jungkook was indescribable, an action for which there were simply no words. And he felt it now, as those lips descended and attached to his own, their connection so deep, seeping down into the very marrow of their bones. So passionate that it sent every nerve ending sparking rapid fire, a million little pulses of pleasure igniting all at once.
Jungkook sucked on his tongue before licking inside the dark cavern of his mouth. Tooth his bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled, splitting the scab that had formed over the previous wound until it dribbled bright red blood. Drank it down like he needed it to live.
Those panties had been expensive, and they were already being ruined. Soaked with pre-cum from both sides as powerful hips worked against him. Ground against his own aching hardness and had him crying out. Had him shifting closer, until he felt the edge of the hard wood cutting into his ass.
"Need you inside me." Because he felt so incredibly empty, like a shell that had been hallowed out and the only time he was complete was when this man was inside him. "Please daddy. Want you so much."
"Daddy wants you too baby." There were long fingers slipping beneath the thin waist band of those panties, tugging them down and he lifted his hips just high enough for them to slide down and leave him bare. Felt his entire being rebel as Jungkook shifted away, movements so tortuously slow as he shimmered them down over milky thighs. Didn't even pay attention to where they were tossed because that mouth was attaching to his skin and sucking and his head was falling back because it was so much.
It was so much and not enough and he cried out as two of those fingers pressed against his rim before sinking in so easily. "So loose and wet for me already, Maybe I should just keep you like this. Stuff you full of my fingers then plug you up with my come still inside you."
"Yes." It was a desperate whimper, a plea that he hadn't intended to make. But he was literally ready to drop down onto his knees and beg Jungkook to actually carry out those exact actions. He always felt so empty after, constantly wanted Jungkook to stay inside him for as long as possible. Always felt like a piece of him had been broken off and taken, had gone missing and nothing could ever replace it. "Please, daddy. Wanna stay full."
