Taehyung is running his hands through his hair and pacing up and down his study. Two hands that's double exasperation. His usual concrete control seems to have slipped a notch.
"I don't understand why you didn't tell me," he castigates me.
"The subject never came up. I'm not in the habit of revealing my sexual status to everyone I meet. I mean, we hardly know each other." I'm staring at my hands. Why am I feeling guilty? Why is he so mad? I peek up at him.
"Well, you know a lot more about me now," he snaps, his mouth presses into a hard line. "I knew you were inexperienced, but a virgin!" He says it like it's a really dirty word. "Hell, Seokjin, I just showed you-" he groans.
"May God forgive me. Have you ever been kissed, apart from by me?"
"Of course I have." I try my best to look affronted. Okay maybe twice.
"And a nice young man hasn't swept you off your feet? I just don't understand. You're twenty-one, nearly twenty-two. You're beautiful" He runs his hand through his hair again.
Beautiful. I flush with pleasure. Kim Taehyung thinks I'm beautiful.
I knot my fingers together, staring at them hard, trying to conceal my goofy grin Perhaps he's farsighted. My subconscious has reared her somnambulant head. Where was she when I needed her?
"And you're seriously discussing what I want to do, when you have no experience." His brows knit together. "How have you avoided sex? Tell me, please."
I shrug.
"No one's really, you know." Come up to scratch, only you. And you turn out to be some kind of monster. "Why are you so angry with me?" I whisper.
"I'm not angry with you, I'm angry with myself. I just assumed." He sighs. He regards me shrewdly and then shakes his head. "Do you want to go?" he asks, his voice gentle.
"No, unless you want me to go." I murmur. Oh no... I don't want to leave.
"Of course not I like having you here." He frowns as he says this and then glances at his watch. "It's late." And he turns to look at me. "You're biting your lip." His voice is husky, and he's eyeing me speculatively.
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize. It's just that I want to bite it, too, hard"
I gasp... how can he say things like that to me and not expect me to be affected.
"Come," he murmurs.
"What?"
"We're going to rectify the situation right now."
"What do you mean? What situation?"
"Your situation. Seokjin, I'm going to make love to you, now."
"Oh." The floor has fallen away. I'm a situation. I'm holding my breath.
"That's if you want to, I mean, I don't want to push my luck."
"I thought you didn't make love. I thought you fucked hard." I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. He gives me a wicked grin, the effects of which travel all the way down there.
"I can make an exception, or maybe combine the two, we'll see, I really want to make love to you. Please, come to bed with me. I want our arrangement to work, but you really need to have some idea what you're getting yourself into. We can start your training tonight-with the basics. This doesn't mean I've come over all hearts and flowers, it's a means to an end, but one that I want, and hopefully you do, too." His gaze is intense.
I flush... oh my wishes do come true.
"But I haven't done all the things you require from your list of rules." My voice is all breathy, hesitant.
"Forget about the rules. Forget about all those details for tonight I want you. I've wanted you since you fell into my office, and I know you want me. You wouldn't be sitting here calmly discussing punishment and hard limits if you didn't. Please, Seokjin, spend the night with me." He holds his hand out to me, his eyes are bright fervent excited, and I put my hand in his. He pulls me up and into his arms so I can feel the length of his body against mine, This swift action taking me by surprise. He runs his fingers around the nape of my neck, he tucks my hair behind my ear, before gently pulling so I'm forced to look up at him. He gazes down at me.
"You are one brave young man," he whispers. "I am in awe of you."
His words are like some kind of incendiary device, my blood flames. He leans down and kisses my lips gently, and he sucks at my lower lip.
"I want to bite this lips," he murmurs against my mouth, and carefully he tugs at it with his teeth. I moan, and he smiles.
"Please, Seokjin, let me make love to you."
"Yes," I whisper, because that's why I'm here. His smile is triumphant as he releases me and takes my hand and leads me through the apartment
His bedroom is vast the ceiling-height windows look out on lit-up Seoul high-rises. The walls are white, and the furnishings are pale blue. The enormous bed is ultramodern, made of rough, gray wood like driftwood, four posts but no canopy. On the wall above it is a stunning. painting of the sea.
I am quaking like a leaf. This is it. Finally, after all this time, I'm going to do it with none other than Kim Taehyung. My breath is shallow, and I can't take my eyes off him. He removes his watch and places it on top of a chest of drawers that matches the bed, and removes his jacket, placing it on a chair. He's dressed in his white linen shirt and jeans. He is heart stoppingly handsome. His black hair is a mess, his shirt hanging out his dark black eyes bold and dazzling. He steps out of his converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually Kim Taehyung's feet wow what is it about naked feet? Turning, he gazes at me, his expression soft
"I assume you're not on the pill."
What? Shit.
"I didn't think so." He opens the top drawer of the chest and removes a packet of condoms. He gazes at me intently.
"Be prepared," he murmurs. "Do you want the blinds drawn?"
"I don't mind." I whisper. "I thought you didn't let anyone sleep in your bed"
"Who says we're going to sleep?" he murmurs.
"Oh." Holy hell.
He strolls slowly toward me. Confident, sexy, eyes blazing, and my heart begins to pound. My blood's pumping through my body. Desire, thick and hot pools in my belly. He stands in front of me, staring down into my eyes. He's so freaking hot.
"Let's get this jacket off, shall we?" he says softly, and lakes hold of the lapels and gently slides my jacket off my shoulders. He places it on the chair.
"Do you have any idea how much I want you, Kim Seokjin?" he whispers. My breath hitches, I cannot take my eyes off his. He reaches up and gently runs his fingers down my cheek to my chin.
"Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?" he adds, caressing my chin.
My hard member is fully visible over my not-do-thick material of jeans, the muscles inside the deepest, darkest part of me clench in the most delicious fashion. The pain is so sweet and sharp I want to close my eyes, but I'm hypnotized by his eyes staring fervently into mine. Leaning down, he kisses me.
His lips are demanding, firm and slow, molding mine. He starts unbuttoning my shirt while he places feather-like kisses across my jaw, my chin, and the corners of my mouth.
Slowly he peels it off me and lets it fall to the floor. He stands back and gazes at me, ad I stood with my upper portion bare in front on his eyes. Thank heavens.
"Oh, Seokjin," he breathes. "You have the most beautiful skin, pale and flawless. I want to kiss every single inch of it," I flush. Oh my. Why did he say he couldn't make love? I will do anything he wants. He grasps my hair tie, pulls it free, and gasps as my hair.
"I like how silky your hair is," he murmurs, and both of his hands are in my hair, grasping each side of my head. His kiss is demanding, his tongue and lips coaxing mine. I moan, and my tongue tentatively meets his. He puts his arms around me and hauls me against his body, squeezing me lightly, hand remains in my hair, the other travels down my spine to my waist and down to my behind. His hand flexes over my backside and squeezes gently. He holds me against his hips, and I feel his erection, knowing very well that he could feel mine too, he languidly pushes into me.
I moan once more into his mouth. I can hardly contain the riotous feelings or are they hormones? That rampage through my body. I want him so badly. Gripping his upper arms, I feel his biceps. He's surprisingly strong muscular, tentatively, I move my hands up to his face and into his hair. It's so soft unruly. I tug gently, and he groans. He eases me toward the bed, until I feel it behind my knees. I think he's going to push me down on to it, but he doesn't releasing me, he suddenly drops to his knees. He grabs my hips with both his hands and runs his tongue around my navel, then gently nips his way to my hipbone, then across my belly to my other hipbone.
"Ah" I groan.
Seeing him on his knees in front of me, feeling his mouth on me, it's so unexpected, and hot. My hands stay in his hair, pulling gently as I try to quiet my too-loud breathing. He gazes up at me through impossibly long lashes. His hands reach up and undo the button on my jeans, and he leisurely pulls down the zipper. Without taking his eyes off mine, his hands move beneath the waistband, skimming me and moving to my behind. His hands glide slowly down my backside to my thighs, removing my jeans as they go. I cannot look away he stops and licks his lips, never breaking eye contact He leans forward, running his nose up my length, between my thighs. I feel him.
"You smell so good," he murmurs, and closes his eyes, a look of pure pleasure on his face, and I practically convulse, He reaches up and tugs the duvet off the bed, then pushes me gently so I fall on to the mattress.
Still kneeling he grasps my foot and undoes my converse, pulling off my shoe and sock. I raise myself up on my elbows to see what he's doing. I'm panting, wanting more. He lifts my foot by the heel and runs his thumbnail up my instep. It's almost painful, but I feel the movement echoed in my groin. I gasp, not taking my eyes off him, again he runs his tongue along my instep and then his teeth. Shit I groan. how can I feel this there? I fall back onto the bed, moaning, I hear his soft chuckle.
"Oh, Seokjin, what I could do to you," he whispers. He removes my other shoe and sock, then stands and removes my jeans completely. I'm lying on his bed dressed only in my boxers, and he's staring down at me.
"You're very beautiful, Kim Seokjin. I can't wait to be inside you." Holy shit His words. He's so seductive. He takes my breath away.
"Show me how you pleasure yourself."
What? I frown,
"Don't be coy, Seokjin, show me," he whispers.
I shake my head. "I don't know what you mean." My voice is hoarse. I hardly recognize it laced with desire.
"How do you make yourself come? I want to see."
I shake my head.
"I don't" I mumble. He raises his eyebrows, astonished for a moment and his eyes darken, and he shakes his head in disbelief.
"Well, we'll have to see what we can do about that." His voice is soft,challenging, a delicious sensual threat. He undoes the buttons of his jeans and slowly pulls his jeans down, his eyes on mine the whole time. He leans down over me and, grasping each of my ankles, quickly jerks my legs apart and crawls onto the bed between my legs. He hovers over me. I am squirming with need.
"Don't move." He murmurs, and then he leans down and kisses the inside of my thigh, trailing kisses up, over the material of my boxers, kissing me.
Oh I can't keep still. How can I not move? I wriggle beneath him.
"We're going to have to work on keeping you still, baby." He trails kisses up my belly, and his tongue dips into my navel. Still he's heading north, kissing me across my torso, My skin is burning. I'm flushed, too hot, too cold, and I'm clawing at the sheet beneath me. He lies down beside me and his hand trails up from my hip, to my waist and up to my chest. He gazes down at me, his expression unreadable, and gently pinches my nipples.
My nipples harden under his steady gaze. I am trussed up by my own bra.
"Very nice," he whispers appreciatively, and my nipples harden even more.
One of his hand moves to my other nipple, and his thumb slowly rolls the end of my nipple, elongating it, I groan, feeling the sweet sensation all the way to my groin. If it continues I will cum untouched. Oh. please, I beg internally as my fingers clasp the sheet lighter. His lips close around my other nipple, and when he tugs, I nearly convulse.
"Let's see if we can make you come like this," he whispers, continuing his slow, sensual assault. My nipples bear the delicious brunt of his deft fingers and lips, selling alight every single nerve ending so that my whole body sings with sweet agony. He just doesn't stop.
"Oh please," I beg, and I pull my head back, my mouth open as I groan, my legs stiffening. Holy hell, what's happening to me?
"Let go, baby," he murmurs. His teeth close round my nipple, and his thumb and finger pull hard, and I fall apart in his hands, my body convulsing and shattering into a thousand pieces. He kisses me, deeply, his tongue in my mouth absorbing my cries.Oh my. That was extraordinary. And guess what I came on my boxers. Now I know what all the fuss is about. He gazes down at me, a satisfied smile on his face, while I'm sure there's nothing but gratitude and awe on mine.
"You are very responsive," he breathes. "You're going to have to learn to control that, and it's going to be so much fun teaching you how." He kisses me again.
My breathing is still ragged as I come down from my orgasm. His hand moves down my waist to my hips, and then cups me, intimately Jeez. His finger slips through my boxers and took them off instantly and slowly circles strokes my member. Briefly he closes his eyes, and his breathing hitches.
"You're so deliciously wet, God, after coming untouched, I want you" He runs his hand to my hole and thrusts his finger inside me, and I cry out as he does it again and again. He continues palming my member, and I cry out once more. He pushes inside me harder and harder still I groan.
Suddenly, pulls off his boxer briefs, his erection springs free. Holy cow. He reaches over to his bedside table and grabs a foil packet, and then he moves between my legs, spreading them farther apart. He kneels up and pulls a condom onto his considerable length. Oh no... Will It? How?
"Don't worry," he breathes, his eyes on mine. "You expand, too." He leans down, his hands on either side of my head, so he's hovering over me, staring down into my eyes, his jaw clenched, eyes burning. It's only now that I register he's still wearing his shirt
"You really want to do this?" he asks softly.
"Please," I beg
"Pull your knees up," he orders softly, and I'm quick to obey. "I'm going to fuck you now, Kim Seokjin," he murmurs as he positions the head of his erection at the entrance. "Hard," he whispers, and he slams into me.
"Aargh!" I cry as I feel a weird pinching sensation deep inside me as he rips me apart, okay don't judge me, that what I felt. He stills, gazing down at me, his eyes dark, it's impossible to see through them.
His mouth is open slightly, and his breathing is harsh. He groans.
"You're so tight. You okay?"
I nod, my eyes wide, my hands on his forearms. I feel so full. He stays still, letting me acclimatize to the intrusive, overwhelming feeling of him inside me."I'm going to move, baby," he breathes after a moment, his voice tight.
Oh.
He eases back with exquisite slowness. And he closes his eyes and groans, and thrusts into me again. I cry out a second time, and he stills. "More?" he whispers, his voice raw.
"Yes," I breathe. He does it once more, and stops again.
I groan, my body accepting him.. Oh, I want this.
"Again?" he breathes.
"Yes." It's a plea.
And he moves, but this time he doesn't stop. He shifts onto his elbows so I can feel his weight on me, holding me down. He moves slowly at first easing himself in and out of me.
And as I grow accustomed to the alien feeling, my hips move tentatively to meet his. He speeds up. I moan, and he pounds on, picking up speed, merciless, a relentless rhythm, and I keep up, meeting his thrusts. He grasps my head between his hands and kisses me hard, his teeth pulling at my lower lip again. He shifts slightly, and I can feel something building deep inside me, like before, I start to stiffen as he thrusts on and on. My body quivers, bows, a sheen of sweat gathers over me.
Oh my... I didn't know it would feel like this didn't know it could feel as good as this. My thoughts are scattering there's only sensation only him only me oh please... I stiffen.
"Come for me, Seokjin," he whispers breathlessly, and I unravel at his words, exploding around him as I climax and splinter into a million pieces underneath him. And as he comes, he calls out my name, thrusting hard, then stilling as he empties himself into me.
I am still panting, trying to slow my breathing, my thumping heart, and my thoughts are in riotous disarray. Wow that was astounding. I open my eyes, and he has his forehead pressed against mine, his eyes closed, his breathing ragged. Taehyung's eyes flicker open and gaze down at me, dark but soft. He's still inside me. Leaning down, he gently presses a kiss against my forehead then slowly pulls out of me.
"Oh" I wince at the unfamiliarity.
"Did I hurt you?" Taehyung asks as he lies down beside me propped on one elbow. He tucks a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. And I have to grin, widely.
"You are asking me if you hurt me?"
"The irony is not lost on me." he smiles sardonically. "Seriously, are you okay?" His eyes are intense, probing, demanding even.
I stretch out beside him, feeling loose-limbed, my bones like jelly but I'm relaxed, deeply relaxed. I grin at him. I can't stop grinning Now I know what all the fuss is about two orgasms coming apart at the seams, like the spin cycle on a washing machine, wow, I had no idea what my body was capable of, could be wound so tightly and released so violently, so gratifyingly.
The pleasure was indescribable.
"You're biling your lip, and you haven't answered me." He's frowning I grin up at him impishly. He looks glorious with his black hair, burning narrowed dark eyes, and serious expression.
"I'd like to do that again," I whisper. For a moment, I think I see a fleeting look of relief on his face, before the shutters come down, and he gazes at me through hooded eyes.
"Would you now, Seokjin?" he murmurs dryly. He leans down and kisses me very gently at the corner of my mouth. "Demanding little thing, aren't you? Turn on your front" I blink at him momentarily, and then I turn over.
He runs his hand down my back to my behind.
"You really have the most beautiful skin," he murmurs. He shifts so that one of his legs pushes between mine, and he's half lying across my back. I can feel the buttons of his shirt pressing into me as he gathers my hair off my face and kisses my bare shoulder.
"Why are you wearing your shirt?" I ask. He stops. After a beat he shuffles out of his shirt, and he lies back down on me. I feel his warm skin against mine. Hmm it feels heavenly. He has a light dusting of hair across his chest, which tickles my back.
"So you want me to fuck you again?" he whispers in my ear, and he begins to trail featherlight kisses around my ear and down neck.
His hand moves down, skimming my waist over my hip, and down my thigh to the back of my knee. He pushes my knee up higher, and my breath hitches. What's he doing now? He shifts so he's between my legs, pressed against my back, and his hand travels up my thigh to my behind. He caresses my cheek slowly, and then trails his fingers down between my legs
"I'm going to take you from behind, Seokjin," he murmurs, and with his other hand, he grasps hair at the nape in a fist and pulls gently. holding me in place. I cannot move my head. I am pinioned beneath him, helpless.
"You are mine," he whispers. "Only mine, Don't forget it" His voice is Intoxicating his words heady, seductive. I feel his growing erection against my thigh.
His long fingers reach around to gently massage my member, stroking slowly. His breath is soft against my face as he slowly nips me along my jaw.
"You smell divine." He nuzzles behind my ear. His hand rubs against me, around and around. Reflexively, my hips start to circle, mirroring. his hand, as excruciating pleasure spikes through my blood like adrenaline.
"Keep still," he orders, his voice soft but urgent, and slowly he inserts his thumb inside me, rotating it around and around, stroking the front wall of my hole. The effect is mind-blowing all my energy concentrating on this one small space inside my body. I moan.
"You like this?" he asks softly, his teeth grazing my outer ear, and he starts to flex his thumb slowly, in, out in, out his fingers still circling. I close my eyes, trying to keep my breathing under control, trying to absorb the disordered, chaotic sensation that his fingers are unleashing on me, fire coursing through my body. I moan again.
I want to stiffen my legs, but I can't move. He's pinning me down, keeping up a constant slow, tortuous rhythm. It's absolutely exquisite. I moan again, and he moves suddenly.
"Open your mouth," he commands, and thrusts his thumb in my mouth. My eyes fly open, blinking wildly.
"See how you taste," he breathes against my ear. "Suck me, baby." His thumb presses on my tongue, and my mouth closes around him, sucking wildly. I taste the saltiness on his thumb and the faint metallic tang of blood. Holy fuck. This is wrong, but holy hell is it erotic.
"I want to fuck your mouth, Seokjin, and I will soon his voice is hoarse, raw, his breathing more disjointed.
Fuck my mouth! I moan, and I bite down on him. He gasps, and he pulls my hair lighter, painfully, so I release him.
"Naughty sweet boy," he whispers, and then reaches over to the bedside table for a foil packet, "Stay still don't move," he orders as he releases my hair.
He rips the foil while I'm breathing hard, my blood singing in my veins. The anticipation is exhilarating. He leans down, his weight on me again, and he grabs my hair, holding my head immobile. I cannot move. I'm enticingly ensnared by him, and he's poised and ready to take me once more.
"We're going to go real slow this time, Seokjin," he breathes.
And slowly he eases into me, slowly, slowly, until he's buried in me. Stretching, filling, relentless. I groan loudly. It feels deeper this time, delectable. I groan again, and he deliberately circles his hips and pulls back, pauses a beat, and then eases his way back in. He repeats this motion again and again. It's driving me insane, his teasing, deliberately slow thrusts, and the intermittent feeling of fullness is overwhelming.
"You feel so good" he groans, and my insides start to quiver. He pulls back and walls. "Oh no, baby, not yet" he murmurs, and as the quivering ceases, he starts the whole delicious process again.
"Oh, please," I beg. I'm not sure I can take much more. My body is wound so light, craving release.
"I want you sore, baby," he murmurs,"every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I've been here. Only me. You are mine."
I groan.
"Please, Taehyung," I whisper.
"What do you want, Seokjin? Tell me."
I groan again. He pulls out and moves slowly back into me, circling his hips once more.
"Tell me," he murmurs.
"You, please."
He increases the rhythm infinitesimally, and his breathing becomes more erratic. My insides start quickening, and Taehyung picks up the rhythm.
"You. Are. So. Sweet" he murmurs between each thrust. "I. Want. You. So. Much"
I moan.
"You Are, Mine, Come for me, baby," he growls.
His words are my undoing, tipping me over the precipice. My body convulses around him, and I come, loudly calling out a garbled version of his name into the mattress. Taehyung follows with two sharp thrusts.