"Why are you standing so far away? I know you want to come closer. Why don't you do that?" Jimin asked, the ghost of a smile remaining on his lips, looking at Jungkook's eyes glinting at the lake reflecting moonshine from above.
"I'll drown if I do," Jungkook answered melancholically, his breathing shallow. "What are you doing to me? Who are you?"
"Come closer and find out," Jimin tucked a leaf inside the book and folded its spine close before darting straight at Jungkook.
"No," the 18-year-old showed great strength. "You are... Dangerous." Jungkook's heart flared on hearing the rich sound of Jimin laughing in a high tone.
"You are right. I am. But you still want me to touch you in ways you would never admit in the light of the day." Jimin offered. Jungkook didn't answer. He gasped when Jimin jumped down from the rock he was sitting at and began to cross the lake.
The closer he got, the haywire Jungkook's head got, skin buzzing, heart fluttering like magnets were trying to suck the iron right across his aorta. When Jimin's hand cupped Jungkook's nape, his pupils dilated, the reality distorted and he turned into a delirious putty.
Every sane thought and valid resistance deserted him, leaving no room for arguments. A soft and delectable moan let itself out through the red petal-like lips. Jimin pulled Jungkook to his chest. "Darling," he cooed, "I can feel you. The things happening inside you."
Jungkook's pupils were dilated to the point that the little light from the moon also battered his cornea. Tears began to roll down at the threshold of pleasure, his skin sweating. Jimin tasted the salty outcome of his effect on Jungkook's neck. "Please, Jimin," Jungkook gagged. If Jimin didn't do anything, he was sure he would demolish, taking every bone every muscle in his body with his soul. "Please be inside me so deep that I wouldn't know where I am ending and where are you beginning. Please."
Jimin smashed his lips onto Jungkook's, locking them, gliding his tongue across the red ones, entering inside the warm and wet mouth of the young boy all the while holding him in his arms. Jungkook gripped the roots of Jimin's silky hair, yanking them with his tight fist to get an iota of semblance. Without breaking the kiss, Jimin lifted Jungkook's body.
The younger felt gravity losing his side as he floated in the air, or at least he felt like it before he was gently lowered into the wilderness.
The yellow, violet, orange, and white flowers looked like the entryway to Nebula when his neck craned to look at them closely as Jimin went down to work on his Adam's apple.
"Darling, mine."
"Mmm," Jungkook responded, his fists still gripping Jimin's hair.
"You have to believe that we are inside a chamber. No one can see us. No one can hear us. You'll not tell a soul of what I am doing to you. No one will find out the way you feel when I touch you, when I look at you... Don't think. Believe."
Jungkook half shrieked and half gasped when Jimin's lips touched his clavicles, his pajamas getting ripped, his skin coming alive the more it was exposed. "It's a chamber," he answered. In front of his eyes, a shiny, beautiful, and transparent wall emerged out of thin air, showing such a big reflection of his gushing pink face as though he was looking through a telescope at himself from another dimension. "I'll not tell a soul." He vowed, locking eyes with the diamonds in the sky.
"That's what I want," Jimin pulled away his head, and Jungkook's body was pulled up by an invisible attraction towards the older on its own. "Turn around."
Jungkook turned without losing a jiffy.
Jimin's soft hands cinched onto Jungkook's waist as he lowered his lips onto the velvety skin of the boy's inner thighs, making the latter's back arch. "You'll not scream."
"I'll not scream."
Jimin was filling Jungkook the next moment. The pain that ignited burned through Jungkook's every pore and crevice, but he didn't scream.
Jimin was pounding, the sound so risque and the speed so fast that it would have sent him flying across and colliding with the wall he was seeing in front of his eyes had the former not held him.
There was a small puddle of tears under him as he resisted the pain, finding the deliciousness in its wake. Heaped with pleasure, Jungkook was being shipped to orgasmic bliss. He was being consumed. He was sinking with no wish to emerge onto the surface for air.
"Do you want to find out how many times you can come in a row?" Jimin asked, his voice like an appetizing venom, making Jungkook addicted to it with avidity.
"Yes," his tongue was bleeding at how hard he bit it to stop himself from screaming.
Jimin belonged between Jungkook's legs, also on his knees for the 18-year-old.
The first climax detonated Jungkook's body, leaving him gratified. His body was sore, tired, and wanted to break apart, but it also wanted more and craved infinity. "Turn around, darling."
Jungkook fell on his back onto the plush grass with a relaxing sigh. Jimin took one look at his face — the palpitating veins on his temples, the trembling jaw, the red nose, lips, and cheeks, the color spreading down his chest, moist, innocent eyes, — and held his Jungkook close delicately.
He opened Jungkook's fists with his own hands, yanking the scales of grass the boy had ripped from the ground astray. "Shh," blowing a breath on his lips, he let it blow all over the boy's body, making him writhe like a snake taking its last few breaths.
Jungkook didn't create one noise.
"My love," Jimin stared deeply into Jungkook's eyes, his own eyes clear, the haze from before settling. "Did I hurt you too much?"
Jungkook nodded.
"Will you be able to forgive me?"
The bottom nodded again.
"I can feed on your voice. It makes me unhinged when you call my name. You make me crazy when you hold onto me and I feel your delicate heart beating so fast. You fragile little thing," he pressed a feather-soft kiss over Jungkook's lips. "Talk to me, darling."
"If you asked me to shred my body into pieces with my teeth, I'd do it, Jimin. I - I don't know what I feel."
Jimin's smile hypnotized Jungkook when he flashed it from top of him. "I'd ask no such thing from my darling," his kiss wandered a little down to sit on the black, little mole under Jungkook's bottom lip. His hand snaked under Jungkook's right thigh and he lifted it into a V before slowly pushing his penis inside the submissive's little pucker slightly. "I am loving you tonight. I am loving you for a long time, pretty."
"You make me begin." Jungkook moaned, his hips humping against the hard and warm steel-like shape, transported by the sensations Jimin was instituting.
"And you make me want to end the time itself. How can I ever breathe without you, darling?" Jimin's hips rolled sweetly, the remedy to the earlier burn.
Jungkook's eyes wouldn't open no matter how hard he tried. The slow rhythm turned ever more urgent. Jimin's cock thickening against Jungkook's prostate imparted pressure on the glands. The demanding cadence made Jungkook's body cave the second time and he squirted, the liquid pouring down the sides of his waist.
"Give me one more," Jimin called, patting Jungkook's cheeks slightly, feeling the flow of his cum between their skins.
Jungkook's pectoral muscles stood out in high relief, his entire body wet with sweat, blood, tears, or cum, his nipples two small pebbles. "I don't think I can." He smiled.
Jimin began to work on Jungkook's hips with a little more effort. "You are more than anyone I've ever wanted. I want you to come on me, darling. Give it to me."
Jungkook gasped when Jimin licked a sensitive spot behind his ear. He thrashed, and bucked, his prostate throbbed against the filling organ inside him as he started climbing stairs towards his orgasm again. "Good boy," Jimin smiled, his fingers caressing Jungkook's cheeks for good measure. "I can feel it grow. One more, darling. I need it."
Jungkook's eyes opened as the first shot of cum exploded onto Jimin's body. He saw the moon much more clearly and tasted the sweetness of the air. Another shot followed until he was wimpy and flailing.
"Thank you, darling." Jimin held him up and the boy placed his chin over the man's shoulder, letting him guide them into the water.
Jungkook didn't know how Jimin did it, but when he entered his anus again underwater, he let all the pain numb. The man guided him up and down on his cock and Jungkook played the part like a puppet, the soft splash and the ripples in the water a telltale of his insides.
He passed out cold when Jimin trembled with a satisfying moan holding him.