Their truth.
Radiating all around them like the early morning sunlight streaming in through the window pane. And as he lay there, fingers tracing across the other's features, he realize the unique opportunity that he had been presented with.
Slipping from the fall of the arm that was wrapped around him was almost impossible, the sheer weight of it making the action a struggle. But he managed, somehow. Wiggled his way to the end of the bed and stood, stretching sore limbs and admiring the bruises that had formed against his own pale skin.
Didn't even bother trying to find a way to cover them up. Picked out the reddest pair of panties that he owned and slipped them on, did the silly little jump he always forced to in order to get his pants over the swell of his ass and sighed as he realized even the elastic was now too loose around his waist. Found Jungkook's tee shirt and hoodie from the night before and slipped them over his head, stuffing his feet into sneakers before grabbing a set of car keys and taking off.
When he returned an hour later it was with two coffee contained within each hand and the sound of the shower playing in the background. Everything was a mess. Clothes littered the floor and his blankets had been pushed to the end of the mattress and he realized that none of the groceries had ever actually gotten put away.
But that didn't matter. Because he found himself stripping as he went, letting the pieces fall where they may. Heard the heavy hoodie fall behind him, followed by the lighter sound of his leggings and the scrap of lace that someone had laughingly decided to call underwear. Pushed open the door with barely a sound, and sighed at the sight of the other's body through the fogged up glass of the shower door.
Opened it carefully and slipped inside, all within the span of a single heartbeat. Wrapped his arms around that slender waist and smiled as he was instantly welcomed, instantly leaned back into. Pressed his lips against the wet skin, let them drag along the length of the other's spine and smiled even wider as he cried out.
"Good morning beautiful." God, was there anything better than that voice early in the morning? When it was so deep and husky from the disuse caused by sleep? Only matched by the tone it took on when Jungkook was inside of him, and he made the mistake of sighing out at the thought. "Miss me being inside you already?"
"Mm, you're the one who got me addicted." And he was. Jungkook was like a drug that he constantly needed. It was no longer enough just to get the occasional fix. Because he knew how good it could be, and his body and mind craved it.
"So needy." But Jungkook was turning around, and he felt long fingers hooking beneath his chin, drawing him up from where he had lowered himself. Went along with the movement and smiled as the full bottom was taken between sharp teeth and sucked into the other's mouth. Until he could feel it swelling beneath the attention and didn't even care. Pressed in close and sighed at how hard the other already was. At the distinct knowledge that he was the cause. The only thing that could make him that hard. "Did you bring anything for us baby?"
"No." It came out as a soft whine, like he couldn't believe that he had actually forgotten. Not when he was always so ready and prepared. Like he couldn't believe that he hadn't thought to just do it himself before.
"It's okay." It was soft, a whispered reassurance pressed against the shell of his ear. Before teeth found the lobe and sunk in. As hands found his hips and forced him to move. Forced him to take a step back, until his warm flesh hit the cold tile of the wall. Felt those finger squeeze against his thigh, encouraging it to lift, to wrap around that beautiful waist and he went along with it so easily. Gave in just like he always did.
Cried out as he felt those hips grind forward, pleasure shooting along the length of his spine as their cocks rubbed together, creating the most blissful sort of friction. Heated water poured over them, cascading down their bodies and easing the slip and slide.
Nails dug into nail shoulders until he was certain he could feel the skin breaking beneath his grip. Dug in and held on and prepared for whatever was to come. Sighed in contentment as those hips moved again, a mimicry of what he wanted so badly. Forced himself to come down enough to not actually beg to be taken. That he didn't needed to be wet. Didn't need to be stretched. That he would suffer whatever consequences came as the results of his own needs.
But those hips were moving against his own and there were lips tracing long lines of kisses up and down the length of his throat. Teeth sinking in over the protrusion of his collar bone. Crooked fingers were sliding into dark, wet hair and he felt like everything in the entire world was suddenly right. Like nothing else existed outside of this moment.
