[M] Chapter 8 (1/1)

Chapter Song >> Sweet SerenadeThe younger smiles sheepishly before glueing his back on the door and closing it, then locking it twice. "Hi.." Taehyung can't help the smile that spreads across his face as he dries his damp hair with a large towel, "Hey," he replies, letting it hang around his nape, "What are you doing here?" The latter bites the inside of his cheek nervously and glances around the room, noticing how messy and all over the place Taehyung's bed was, "Soojung is still asleep." he answeres the question truthfully, playing with the hem of his shirt shyly. "Well, you can't sleep here and you know it." Taehyung laughs silently, walking towards Jungkook. He loosely wraps his fingers around the other's wrist and pulls him further into the room. Afterall, it's Jungkook the one who locked the door. He doesn't hesitate a moment taking the younger in his arms and connecting their lips in a lustfull kiss. It is what they need, he knows that's why the younger man came to his room. His hands find their way to Jungkook's hips right away and he gives a harsh squeeze that has the younger gasping. Jungkook wraps his arms around Taehyung's neck and purposely grinds his body against the older's, managing to earn the most sattisfying groan from him. "Fuck, you have no idea how I've missed getting to hold you and feel you like this.." the blonde breathes out against the man's lips, gripping his hips in order to keep his body steady while the thrusting continues. The younger laughs, letting out an unsteady breath. "You're not the only one." he replies, resisting the urge to moan out loud. His girlfriend is only a wall away. Taehyung chuckles, dragging the younger back, towards his bed. He swiftly exchanges their positions and pushes him harshly down on the mattress before falling on top of him. His legs are already spread apart and he genuinely resists the urge to call him a little slut, thinking that maybe he isn't into kinky stuff like that anymore. Their lips find each other's once again and the wet, astonishingly faniliar sounds that fill the room are something less than awkward. Taehyung then begins thrusting. Hard. He has the insane need to make Jungkook climax, to feel that he is the one causing it and not the basic bitch, named Soojung. So he lets his body take control. He can feel Jungkook wrapping his legs around his waist and his pelvis moving as much as possible to create the desirable friction. The hitched breaths escaping his lips each time they break apart to change the angle of the kiss sounds like music to Taehyung's ears. Like something he wants to hear forever. And since the average time before male orgasm is about two minutes, the rough dry-humping between the two males lasts nearly two minutes. Two absolutely blissful minutes. Plus, don't get them started about the actual orgasm. A few seconds in complete euphoria, in utter ecstacy, on cloud nine, in the seventh heaven. The best few seconds of the last five years. Jungkook's features refuse to soften up as he rides out his orgasm. His head is thrown back in the pillows, his lips parted, nevertheless, no sound coming out. Taehyung has to keep himself from collapsing on the younger as soon as he finds his release, deeming it is his duty to help the other ride out his, hopefully, intense orgasm. So he simply continues grinding their lower halves together, offering them both a post euphoric feeling. His knuckles have become white from gripping the white, thankfully unstained sheets. He buries his face in the crook of Jungkook's neck, just like the old times. He doesn't ask him if he wants to leave, because he doesn't him to leave. He has w