It was so different than how they usually played. So quiet and intense. Filled with soft little gasp and cries of each other's names. Those two syllables leaving his lips like a prayer offered up to the gods. And maybe they were. Because he felt like he was being torn apart and constantly put back together. Like he was being transformed into something new. Into someone new. Someone different.
"Jungkook." It was too much. All of it was too much. They were too close and it was too hot and it felt like he was actually going to die. That string was being pulled too taunt and he was going to lose himself if they didn't stop. He was going to lose himself if they.
"You're so beautiful." Another whisper, pressed right into his ear. Soft and warm and it made something radiate from deep within his chest. Something that had no real name. Something that was a distinct mixture of the love and obsession that he felt. "I can't believe you're mine."
"Always." Forever. Their love was going to be unending. Like a season that refused to change. A constant that would never fade away.
"Marry me." Those words just slipped out. And if he had been someone else - if they had been someone else - maybe he would have thought that had been forced out in the heat of the moment. That they weren't actually real.
But they weren't a question. They were an order. And he felt them wrap around everything that he was and press all of the right buttons until all he wanted to do was submit. Was to agree to anything that Jungkook wanted, simply because he was entirely too aware of who was in control here.
Felt them bring him closer to the end, and those nails actually broke through skin then. Saw the bright red of blood twisting into the thin lines of water that traced along the tanned skin.
"Yes." Did he even know what he was agreeing to anymore? Did it actually even matter? Because he was going to go along with whatever it was. Was going to allow it. Accept it. Be the good little boy that he was and allow Jungkook to decide what was best for them. "Yes. I will."
"Such a good boy. So perfect for me." Seokjin was utterly and completely perfect. On the surface, there was nothing particularly special about him. Nothing that made him stand out from anyone else.
Because it was all hidden. All locked away, just waiting for someone to find the key that could unlock it.
It was all broken. Shattered in a thousand tiny little pieces. And maybe some wouldn't see the beauty in that. Would look and only see the mess they made.
But Jungkook saw the perfection in the madness. Saw the way the pieces had shattered and broken so uniformly. Admired the way Seokjin still managed to continue living each and every single day, despite the over whelming pain those sharp edges caused.
Slowly, they were mending each other. Bringing their pieces together until they formed into a whole. And even then it wouldn't be perfect. Would be held together with glue and duct tape.
But he saw the beauty in that too.
"So close." It was a wet whimper, and he silenced the sound with his own mouth. Let it spill into the awaiting cavern before licking into the other's, sucking on his tongue and scraping his teeth across his bottom lip. Felt him still, felt his own hips that had been rocking steadily arch out. Felt the explosion of warmth that it shot up across their chest, sighed at the way it made his own movements so much easier.
It was his turn to cry out as his perfect little one pushed him away, making just enough space between them for him to drop down onto his knees. Looked down just in time to catch the sight of him taking the thick, angry head of swollen cock into his mouth and hollow his cheeks, sucking so harshly he almost spilled right there.
Fingers twisted into dark locks as he rocked forward, moaning as felt himself knock against the back of the other's throat. Sighed as he felt it relax, until he could slip inside of it. Until he could thrust in and out, fucking that tight cavern until he really was spilling. Until his come was pouring down his beautiful baby's throat and filling him up in an entirely different way.
They were gentle then. Slow touches placed against the other's skin. Long swipes of the soft clothes that Seokjin used as they washed away the remnants of their sins. But there were some marks that couldn't be removed. Like the deep half moon indentations that had been formed on his shoulders. Like the bruising that criss-crossed Seokjin's throat.
Like the way they had become embedded into everything each other was. Wrapped around one another's entire being's until it was impossible to know where one ended and the other began.
And that was their truth.
