MUST HAVE BEEN THE WIND | JIKOOK ✔

CHP 18

It's been a couple days since the cameras have been installed and the security system has been updated. Because of this Jimin's gotten a bit more comfortable being left alone, knowing that every corner of the house is being monitored.

Especially the bedroom.

The teacher has also gotten better during his days of rest... however Jeongguk has also been avoiding him; not far enough as to have him fear filled, but just the right distance to keep him on his own two feet. And he knows exactly why he's been so evasive and rather cold.

Because despite it being a few days since Jimin brought up the stirring question, the thick sexual tension hasn't dwindled in the slightest. It floats in the air; an apparent cloud of pure need and lust. It downpours torment and shameless greed, inundating the teacher's body.

He's been in bed for days. The only time he's moved is it go to the bathroom or wash up. Otherwise Jeongguk has been the one bringing him his food and water, vanishing the moment he places the dishes on the side table. His peculiar moments of rare shyness are cherubic; endearing, in a sense. But if not just as frustrating as the moment he merely sees the man and his refined face, the excitment begins to bubble up inside of him; just to die down when he leaves.

"Ugh, fuck," Jimin mutters quietly, rubbing down his face with his hands roughly.

This isn't working out well for him. Jeongguk's deep-toned, delicious voice resides in the back of his head. If Jimin hadn't been so sick that day, he just knows that they would've tasted one another explicitly and without limitation. The hunger is mutual, this much he knows for sure. It's just a matter of igniting the flame full force as opposed to summoning a small, withering spark of desire.

And God, Jimin just can't fucking help himself. Jeongguk is in the security room, going over some files for Sungwoon's case.

So he's watching. He has to be.

The teacher pulls on his bottom lip, body shifting against the mattress. Rather than laying down, he props himself up using his forearms as well as his elbows. Jimin moves the blanket to the side, exposing his still clothing clad body to the camera hanging in the corner of the bedroom.

He's well aware he's being bad. Jeongguk is busy with work but his greed exceeds all moral thoughts. His mind defiles itself with images of the policeman deep inside of him, owning him and tarnishing his unmarked flesh. Pushing in and out of him with insistence, curving his pretty back by grabbing fistfuls of his hair. Skin aflame with his molten touch and mind foggy as a result of his powerful, domineering thrusts forward.

The display painted in Jimin's head is so fucking perfect; so vivid and vibrant. He eases one of his hands beneath the waistband of his grey sweats, palming himself slowly, simply as to get himself as well as Jeongguk warmed up.

A dulcet moan tumbles out of his crimson evolving lips, right into the air. He assumes the policeman can hear him; can pick up on any and every little obscene sounds that filter through the four walls of his bedroom. He uses that to his dirty advantage. It's just them two, resting rigid and insatiable. He isn't going to be quiet. He isn't going to try and quell his mouthwatering pleas for more.

Jimin grunts softly, hand kneading deftly at his slowly growing bulge. His head swings back and his legs part of their own accord; almost as if they're just as desperate for Jeongguk to see his eagerly swelling cock.

The teacher can feel the sweat slowly build as the temperature in the room rises substantially. He's barely gotten himself started and already his face glistens with the outcome of his filthy desire. His breathy pants fills the thick air and he slowly pulls his hand out from beneath the grey sweats, only to ease the waistband down to his lower tighs - slowly pulling them off of his legs. He wants Jeongguk to see everything.