✯ㅤtaehyung。

@ⓢ taehyung k。 [1] (you can totally kill me- wait nvm you already did)


"you like my words though, even though you don't admit it" There is no greater sin than watching the way you raise hell within the confines of this bed, enough fire to banish satan himself away into a shy corner-- cause your fire had always been for my greedy eyes alone. If anyone else dare to spare a glance longer to have a settled image of what you'd be in the darkness of intimacy, they shall be gone with their head. as playful as that thought may sound to your ears if ever uttered; the danger laced possessiveness that lies beneath the blankets of my heart with a knife underneath its pillow speaks of other stories. it whispers words that i whisper to you.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

"in the right position, i'm sure you wouldnt mind us soiling your desk if i your off it for you" its evil of me to use what i know will weaken you against you, but i had never been that merciful when it came to pleasure, always demanding-- always throwing gentle caresses to have you descend gracefully before me on your own- and if thats not raw pulchritude, i do not know what else can be the definition of the word. its in the way your eyes lose their authority that i know the soft game of tongue dance i played with your gentle hands had been won. I only spare what last to the tips of your fingers before your figure withdraws and im quick to sit up, hands pressed behind me on the sheets with nails digging in the soft fabric-- a fabric i'm not quite sure on whether it would survive the night ahead or not.

The choking sound can't be prevented, not when it bursts out of the confines of my lips and i'm left there gasping for breath-- or for to be more specific. The gorgeous set of cheeks on perfect display only pushes the colossal shaft between my legs to throb painfully, orbs of precum tainting the tip and dripping down the side -- i refuse to touch myself just yet -- i know just well enough that this bag of bones can reach their high only watching you but the promised gift of sweet pain and pleasure i can bring you halts my mind. The sick nature of the brain that demands to see the flicker of emotions break through your prideful expression sits me still, watching your pink flower getting prodded with your own wet fingers.

"God- look at you, look at your pretty your fingers in, you'd want it to my inside of you don't you baby? you'd want me so deep you'd feel all the inside you"

The words are mere imaginations of this unkind mind of mine that leaves my own soul in the pit of torturous hell. The second finger tugs at the edges of your muscles, stretching the sweet hold apart further- and comes the third later, the one i had marked with a ring and kissed every morning; now doing such a dirty deed in the mercy of aphrodisia. Before your words dare to spill; my figure had already rose up knees sinking in the sheets as my figure casts a shadow over yours. my hand grips onto my own shaft, stroking the stains all over the hardness till it glistens with wet desires before the same filthy hands press on your cheeks, nails digging crescents on them, tugging them apart for my dark onyxes to watch the pleads and uncontrolled s of your fingers.

My eyes catches you the moment you dare to peer over your sharp shoulder blades, i throw you a merciful smirk, wheel of control once more handed to me on a silver platter as i grip your wrist and tug your fingers out-- watching with curiosity as your hole clenches on nothing but air- pleasure cut short. allowing the walls to clench on the size of absolute nothing. "shh baby shh, daddy's here, he is gonna take care of you, gonna you so good he's gonna have to carry you around tomorrow"

@ⓢ taehyung k。 [2]
Hips slam against your globes in an aggressive kiss of skin. slippery, stained snuggling between your cheeks as i slowly grind on you-- and its in no way holding any gentle desire. not when my hand follows the line of your spine to press on your nape, holding your head down and your in the air- exposed to the sight of my lust filled eyes. Back and forth-- skin rubs against skin till the large, dripping crown gets stuck on the clenching ring of muscles. a throaty moan tumbles out, revealing my weakness over you. cause even if the mere expression of sin and power of a king had been there- i fall at your mercy just as much as you fall into mine. i don't offer more torture, hand gripping on the middle of the large shaft, hips slamming forward with a sharp to breach past the clenching muscles. my vision goes white, yet i force it to still on you. Its worth it, to see the stretch of your walls trying to accommodate the aggressive tension i create on the line of your spine, the extra heavy muscle taking in the empty tunnel of your walls and filling it to the brim with gentle love laced in each movement. My mind is dizzy, the moment the tightness envelopes my phallus- i know i'm just as much of a goner as you are -- and it inches forward, forcing itself inside till my balls press a kiss against your cheeks; then comes the game of control. my hands shake on you, body layered with sweat to hold back, to control and not to take pleasure with selfishness that might leave you in pain.

I let you breath, let you feel the throbbing of the shaft inside the confines of your most intimate treasure while my lips find the dimples of your back, light kisses of distraction scattered all over the empty canvas you offer me to take away the pain, to await your presence of mind back here where i have the permission to make love to you.

@ⓘ yongguk b。 There's no greater joy I take than instilling commands over you--- ragged, nimble curves of lightning to goad the arduous roar of thunder soon to come. But that doesn't stop my heart from leaping into my throat at your suggestions. The images pin themselves at the back of my mind and spread like a shade, swallowing everything as my resolve wanes into dusk. The thighs that clamp so tightly against your sides begin to tremble and I'm left to berate the betrayal of my body once again. My mind is its own--- stubborn and refute and unyielding in its inconvenience. But from the moment we met, my body's always been yours. And it's the fact, itself, that irritates me but the fact that it shows so easily.

"Still talk too much," I murmur heatedly, suffocating the palpitations that wrack through my veins--- desperate to disown the quiet moan that knocks at the back of my teeth and threatens to befall my lips. You've always had this way with talking dirty that just changes everything. I swore time away would steel me against it, but it seems to have had the opposite effect. "We'll put a raincheck on that for now, love... When we're at your place. I won't have us soiling my desk."

My free hand entertains itself by wreaking mischief upon your complacent frame. Fingertips dip into the valley between your collarbones, map out the curvature of your hips. My thumb rolls circles into your chest and draw my attention once again to the sweet buds there before a wetness engulfs my other hand. Immediately, my eyes zip back to your features just in time to watch my digits disappear past those full lips. The scene alone is a sight to behold, but it isn't until I feel the slide of your tongue that my own lips part in a silent gasp. I've always loved everything about you, every piece of you that traces stories into my skin and wedges its homage into my most intimate memories. But the way your work your mouth--- namely that sinful tongue--- always seems to steer me off my begotten path.

"You're gonna kill me like this, I swear," I confess just in time to withdraw my fingers. I wish with all my heart that you hadn't uttered that demand because--- even though I planned to do that anyway--- the intention loses itself in the bow of your will. I feel my control slipping from my clenched grasp, only to be gently handed back to me by your merciful smirk. Turning myself like you'd turned the tables, I press my chest down against the sheets so that my remains on full display right before you and god--- I hope I look even a fraction as beautiful to you as you do to me.

But there's no time for self doubt now, not with my pointer finger tracing a slick path between my cheeks and around my puckered rim. I sacrifice my other forearm, sinking my teeth into the flesh there whilst sliding in slowly--- stopping only when that finger's reached its base. My breathing picks up as my walls stretch against the intrusion--- not because of the novelty in it. I'm not unaccustomed to 'attempting' to pleasure myself. But the knowledge that you're right there, watching so intensely, draws a power in my touch that hadn't been there before. It isn't until my nail scrapes against a ridge of muscle that I realize I've started ing shallowly. In and out, smoothly timed until I'm certain I can handle a second one without flinching. My entrance braces itself with an initial clench but gives way, submitting beautifully to the prodding of my second finger. "Not enough, y'know that?" I scissor my fingers and utter through gritted teeth. "N-- never enough. It's never been as good as you, baby." In the end, there's only ever you.

To emphasize this, I allow my third finger--- the ring finger--- to breech me just as easily. The slide has more friction this time, more to combat and I can acknowledge the pain that accompanies it. But with that third digit, my hand is free to cant itself into a newer angle and, before I can think to stop it, a heady moan tumbles into the sheets beneath me.

"Guk--- Guk, I---" Faster, my pace slowly becoming a bit more relentless until I can hear my own wrist creaking with each snap. Somewhere beyond my , I can barely make out the feeling of my toes curling and --- I know you're there. I know you're still watching. And all that does is stir a forbidden curiosity that bids me to peer over my shoulder at you for only the most selfish of intentions. I'm not certain how I look to you, but I pray it isn't as debauched and deplorable as I feel at the mercy of my own hand. I'm a ing goner this time. Too far in to handle much more teasing beyond this, and I let the last veil of pride fall at my heels before finally begging:

"Baby. Please, it--- It isn't you. I want you. Wanna feel your ." I want it to burn, to bleed. I want the pain that connects me so intimately to you, no matter the cost it seeks. "I'm ready, I swear. Please just me, please---"

@ⓢ taehyung k。 Your hunger for control never failed to lose its element of surprise, one that i have never grown accustomed to. Just when i, for a single second, think that the game is right in the middle of my honey filled palm; my hands are losing their touch over your skin. Perhaps our of birth are the same, yet the rugged digits demand to swim through the rocks of your seas. Then comes the halt and the sweet surprise, body knocked back against the cold sheets that grab harshly onto the amiability of my body, becoming one with my own temperature to prepare for the fire that's about to burn up the forest of this bedroom. Its good to be away, away from the crowd that lay behind the tall trees with a dark smirk glistening on their faces with blood, ready to throw judgment-- its simply beautiful to be lost in your arms, in your demands, in the statue of glamor that is your body.


ing god-- perhaps its not the best of ideas to take god's name in vain-- but the utter sounds of pleasure that's spilling past those swollen, sore lips tainted with the seeds i had left on your tongue is too much for the blood pressure to handle-- and perhaps i really do not own much control over the level of my libido when it comes to you cause my stands erected, crying silently and begging for attention to be buried in your tight heat--- eyes clinging to the hope of watching the way your walls take me in inch by inch till my hips leave two sweet kisses on your glorious, tanned globes. Maybe thats just another reason why i allow you to take control even though the prideful man inside is quite clingy to the nature of raw authority.

Rushed hands all over the clothes that threaten to rip- but all i can do is release a throaty growl of warning. the exposure is filled with pride, the worked out body there for your eyes to take in-- and i have only built it for your selfish irises, holding in the sharpness of a sword with the softness of a sweet lover. Hands refuse to stay hold, not when hips are at sight. They grip you, like those bones where made to be the place of each finger digging in them with the sole purpose of purple bruises of love and crescents of passion left inside for you to feel. "ing hell--" Head tilts back, body on auto pilot to give away access-- but the glint of mischief and amusement still stays, watching you with sharp eyes, aggressively looking for the hunger in your eyes to satisfy my own wolf inside.

"then is good that i wore a suit huh? you'd want to grip my clothes as i take you dont you baby? you'd want me to hold your pretty cheeks and force you on my -- you want it throbbing inside of your pretty little boy , huh? I guess we should give my desk at my place a go, it would finish up the business look for you"

If the soft nubs of yours held sensitivity that i was aware of-- mine challenged them cause goosebumps took over my skin like mountains and holy - i love your touch too much--- I love your mouth on every inch of me way too much for my own mind to comprehend in one moment. Your skin's like a curtain-- and I'd give the world to pull back the drapes at the corner of your clavicles, to breath in the beating organs and see the feelings displayed in raw motion before my eyes. but the broken pleas are a poem of covetousness blind me enough to push my mind into the over-drive. functions gone and replaced with the urge to take- to touch and to feel you under the brutal snaps of my body colliding into you.

But the sweet Collisions against my body are only the path of bruises you are leaving upon the sharp of my jaw-- building up your own special route where no one else can walk on. No one else will, not when the map of my body had become your world.

Soft petals part open, granting the long, gentle digits access, and the boneless muscle is there to welcome them at the door. it swirls and dances, flicking against each gentle pad. eyes flutter shut, a deep hum of pleasure muffled against your fingers as the drops of saliva leaves a layer upon them. deep irises flutter open once more, head tilted to let your digits slip in deeper to leave a ticklish sensation against the back of throat--- pulling out a carless moan out of me that just reminds me of how much i enjoy having the hard, leaking shaft of yours on my tongue-- almost as much as enjoy turning your lips sore with abuse of my own . Only when the nimble fingers of yours are coated with saliva; i pull back, a line of glistening water connecting my lips to the tips of your gentle fingers.

"Let me watch you, Let daddy watch how needy your pretty hole is"

If 'wrecked' held a synonym- i could only wish your name was before the word.

@ⓘ yongguk b。 Perhaps I'm hoping that the slip-up could shift us buoyant. After nearly suffocating beneath your lips, it's only natural that I seek reprieve for this stammering heart. For a moment too long, I rekindle the security I've grown so accustomed to in your arms. A homage of unspeakable comfort--- a safety from blinking camera lights and the noxious ink of an article's fresh cover page. In just a fragmented lapse, I forget that the purpose of all of this--- that the reason I'm even strewn this way--- is simply to . No... to embrace. To gather each other in a union that breathes every iota of adoration too ardent for the public's offended eye. For a moment, there's only ever you.

But then you gather me up and I crash from the height of my thoughts in one choking second, conjuring protests that fizzle out immediately. The gasps catch themselves breathless against my lips as your digits fiddle with my chest, back arching hard against you because godingdamn they've always been so humiliatingly sensitive. "Nngh--- not my fault you have--- strange tastes," I counter, but the argument is weakened in the way one hand grips the mattress. The other weaves around to latch a palm to the back of your neck--- and at the feel of teeth burrowing into pulse point, I emit a sharpened hiss. The pungent pain alone is dizzying, but the promise of your impending strip show all but knocks the breath from my lungs. I make a mental note to ask that of you the next time you show off your comeback dances.

But even in this position, I'm desperate for control--- for even a reminder of how beautiful you look as you fall apart at my hands. Using that vigor as the momentum I need, I press myself back against you with about as much strength as I can manage--- knocking you back and rolling over so I can effectively straddle your slender waist. "Come now, love. You still think it's so easy?" There's a dangerous glint in my gaze, an eclipse of silver as moon beams scatter across the onyx veneer of my irises. I drink you in like a spiced vodka and, dare I say, I'm a self-proclaimed alcoholic... who isn't looking to be fixed. My hands drag down your tux jacket, from the crisp lapel to the graceful hem that gives way to its quarters. I waste not another second of our lives before unfastening the buttons one by one like they're the embodiment of every sin I've ever denounced, every demon I mean to cast out. It makes it easy to toss open the obsidian flaps and reveal the white dress shirt tucked neatly underneath.

"God, have I ever told you..." I lean in, teeth clasping the pressed collar and tugging insistently--- a slight struggle until the bowtie gives and the first button pops open. "Have I ever told you how badly I've wanted you to me in a suit?" My hands are mercenaries that seek only for payment, and they enact without remorse upon the rest of those buttons. Each one unclasps beneath trembling, nimble fingertips and teases inch for inch the milky chest that lies beneath. I'd spent too long mapping the flesh there out with my eyes--- lips... mind--- NOT to know it like the back of my hand. It still doesn't render the reveal any less damning.

The fabric hisses in protest as I push it back to drape just along the crux of your shoulders, only stopping when I've yanked it up from the confines of your pants. When we slow down like this, I know I'm only harming myself. You've found your relief at the base of my throat, but my own makes a point to remind me of its dilemma. It throbs as I rake my gaze along the crevices that scope out your abdomen, twitches as I lean down to nip chidingly at each perky . Hello. Nice to see you. Please never leave my sight again.

"Guk---" the plea is a broken one that severs itself at the tail-end, a soft pant against your neck, fists straining into the sheets beneath you. "Please. Please, I need you tonight. Need you so bad." I ornate you with every thread of dedication I can offer, nuzzling beneath your jaw--- a genteel growl and another warning bite pressed into your chin because I know I'm nearing my limit. "I'll kill you if we stop this now. I swear to god, love. I'll ruin you." Fingers lace themselves around your wrists, pressing in earnest. The desire to resist and take charge is as strong as the need to be filled by you. To be felt by you. And I know on any other night, I'd make you fight for it. But not tonight. Not when I'm just a mild breeze away from blowing my load all over your stomach.

Instead, I lift three fingers lift to your lips, a soft command whispered breathily against your chin. ". Make 'em drip for me, love."

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@ⓢ taehyung k。 The teasing game has always been a part of our fancy, intimate show and so comes the factor of surprise that never disappoints. what disappoints is my hands craving to be all over you yet losing their touch in matter of seconds with a harsh push, causing me to easily stumble back on the soft mattress of your bed- the same bed i seek to wake up in every morning just to see the absolute bird nest that is your hair- but the soft thoughts can barely find space in the clouds of lust filling up my skull- ones that scream your name in silent pleasure and the that had been spent minutes ago is once more twitching in excitement.

Well, after all i did not even have time to touch myself for a release, all the weeks away had been spent with exhaustion dripping off every muscle.

And so the show begins. Mind trying to not divert away from the scene to the sound of your rough voice, sore on the edges. my eyes swallow you, the golden honey skin revealed inch by inch that has me gulping visibly, throat imitating the dry desert with no exaggeration. soon saliva gathers- and if not for the sealed lips, i know i'd slowly start to drool just like how i always do when i go through the pictures i had taken of you, dirty little shots of your face and body in the most inappropriate moments- pictures saved for the privacy of my eyes alone. I can only wonder if you know of their existence. propped up on the elbows; the heavy breath exhaled is the direct result of the show, it fires up my mind, make me want to rip my own skin and crawl into yours, over and under till the shadows your body owns have my name printed upon their whispers. I want to bury my nose in the crevice of your skin, to breath you in while i try to restrain the itching fingertips from their egregious yearn to trace our stories across your skin.


My spine is straightened, hands on a polite gesture upon my knees as the fabric reveals the elegant curves of your body, hiding luxury within every dip. The boneless muscle tainted by your mouth seeks out to glide over the kisses the sun half left on you- and then the fabric falls and i can only let my soul fall on your knees with it. Such delicacy on one's body should be deemed illegal. It's rather rude to watch you bend over, and my mouth craves like a wolf hungered for years- wanting to latch on the skin and leave teeth prints all over the luscious globes- places no one shall ever see but the mark of claim shall still be there for you to imagine the things i had done to you for years.

What happens next is indeed a big halt, and i can barely react before your figure has a very ungraceful descend down against me-- my laughter doesn't stay contained, even among pressure and lust; i tip my head back, eyes falling closed to release a loud laughter, breaking the tension of the room with a gentle touch of playfulness. your words leaves me in disbelief, unable to handle the sudden switch in your demeanor to save the 'sweet' accident. but I definitely can not ignore the hint of your words, not when the colossal shaft stands tall, poking against the hard inked muscles of my stomach.

My hands reach down, fingers forming a soft collar around your gentle neck "I can not believe i'm finding you cute when we are about to " Leaving a trace over the roads i will pave on your neck, my hands reach down, gripping your arms and tugging you up into my lap with ease, to press the of your behind against the shaft snuggled up and poking between the soft crack of your cheeks. Fingers spread out evenly, starting to paint an unseen route from your hips up to the soft baby like skin of your tummy-- higher till the chest is within my reach and no mercy is given when my fingers twist the pink nubs in a not so gentle manner, flicking and rubbing them right after to sooth the pain i have created. nose is buried in the crook of your neck, sharp whites sinking in with ease till i know the skin might break underneath such pressure--- its then that i leave, making up with soft against the patch of golden skin. "next time, just let me give you a show, im sure you wouldnt mind me stripping off of my suit for you, specially that one suit you really like"

@ⓘ yongguk b。 Never I could I covet a kiss more than the moment you return it--- glacé perfection melding against my lips as if to fasten us together by the seams. The fists that tether you here only drag you closer, one heaving chest against another. Burning. Quaking for breaths lost in a flurry of dancing tongues. I can imagine that if my eyes were opened my vision would be cascaded in black spots, but instead I'm strewn behind a veil of eyelids--- taut and squeezed tighter as the moment elapses. Flickers of phosphones erupt across that blackened canvas and through them, I can barely map you out.

But as your sinful grip opts to veer its focus towards my neglected member, I wrench back in surprise with a feathery gasp. I've had my hands on my more times than a man should be allowed in the weeks you've been away--- and not once could I ever arouse it this way... much less sustain an . At the end of it all, I'd grown familiar to the sweeping rivulets of frigid shame across my hunched shoulders. Cold showers were the reprieve to a despair I'd never really encountered before meeting you. And now... now, I'm tempted to don some coquettish grin and meet you halfway with a "Long time, no see", but it seems I'm only capable of moans. It isn't even the bracket of your free arm against my back that steers me forward again. It's the sudden scrape of your bare finger along my clenching entrance that jars me to shock. "No---" I gasp breathily, wriggling out of your hold and away from any prospect of getting ed raw on your first damn day back home.

"Honestly..." In lieu of your domineering demeanor, I fixate my palms back the span of your chest and--- in one fluid motion--- shove you back to stumble against the bed. Without even waiting for you to settle against he mattress, I step forward to tower above you. It's the first act of dominance I've shown all evening and--- with the spice that breezes hotly through my veins--- I'm reminded why I'm enamored with the promise of control. "Honestly, all of the above." And yet, my actions betray my words in a staccato heartbeat.

My fingers dip beneath the hem of my shirt, dragging it up halfway before I stop to consider something. Devious smirk toying neatly at the crevice of my lips, I lower the fabric to try again. This time, with each inch revealed, I find myself swaying my hips. The movement is slow, about as graceful as I can manage and it's a wonder that a button doesn't get caught on my or something. As the collar gives way beneath my chin and I fling the garment behind me--- successfully obtaining just the right amount of tousle in my locks--- I stifle the victory that excites itself beneath my skin.

The bottoms, though, bring my progress to a standstill.

Swiveling on heel--- but not before shooting you another hooded gaze (along with the lap of my tongue across my lower lips)--- I turn away from you to begin working down my jeans and boxers. on full view and utterly ready for the taking. But as I bend over to help 'better' the angle, my boxers catch themselves just at my heels before I can even step out of them. Feeling myself topple, I swing violently backward in effort to right my footing, but the momentum's too much and--- The back of my shoulders are met with a solid weight and just like that, I recognize where I've landed.

Tipping my head back, I meet your gaze upside-down with ease. The moment's so effectively destroyed that I can't even fight back the urge to quip. "Fancy meeting you here." Tilting back a little further, my head knocks ever so lightly against your freed member and a satisfied purr leaves my lips. "And you too.. Please do 'come' here often."

@ⓢ taehyung k。 Careful hands and eyes are hidden behind the devilish curtain of lust, i watch the flicker of mischief daring to show off in the bright twinkle of your alluring gaze, each muscle is ready to hold you, the soreness of your knees easily noticed yet the satisfaction and tamed desire prevents too much worry to penetrate inside the thick, stubborn skull. I'm not offered much chance to react- perhaps i did not want to-- after all its the impishness concealed in the layers of inflexibility of your mind that made me fall for you, so hard i do not want to look up and crawl out, all i want is to dig deeper and further into this tight tunnel till my arms are there to secure your heart in their embrace. The bittersweet taste leaves a disgusting texture on my tongue, yet i can only groan from a mixture of arousal and displeasure, two things colliding against one another, leaving my mind in a place wherein deciding good from bad is within impossibilities.


I eat up the kiss eagerly, tongue twirling in a demanding dance around the coated tongue, mixing my essence of love with your nectarous taste to create sin in the most lewd manner. The savagery of your lips pull out iron tasted blood from the soft cuts where the nibble had pierced too deep- and i find myself enjoying the sweet pain painting my lips, though non could beat the swollen, saliva coated and red tainted lips of yours that hide away filthy words of abuse among them. and if this is as much control as you demand; i shall give cause non would be given by the time the finish line is seen. My hand wanders down the map i know by heart, every way and every curve that offers a storm. lower and lower till the outline of your heavy shaft is gripped into my unmerciful hand, rubbed with intense friction to let you feel the drag of the rough fabric over your sensitive . The same fingers skillfully tug on the hem of your pants, tugging down the clothing enough to welcome my palm inside rather forcefully, gripping the base like a natural ring and dragging up to flick the crown.


The free arm finds comfort beneath your shirt, warm tips caressing the dimples on your lower back in a warning to keep you locked and flushed against me. I take my sweet time, head tilting back to notice you, to admire you and you raw with my eyes. to take in the small details- from the length of your overgrown hair to those long lashes. flushed with arousal cheeks and tainted petals, parted, and with exhale; they leave nothing but a ticklish caress upon my own. The utter satisfaction comes when your voice echos in my ear, voice rough and heavy, deepening the usual tone you own, and my spine shakes invisibly, mind coated with heavy desire that the offer throws my mind into yet another conflict.

And you dare--- god, you dare to say the word that has my world turned into a heavy sandstorm.

Actions are pulled into halt for a moment before the same old chuckle of amusement slips past my lips. Tracing mindless shapes down your spine; the free hand sneaks inside the loosened fabric, nudging against the soft line between the luscious cheeks till they part for the intruder and its then that i press the pads of both digits over the most intimate area of you, right on the soft, wrinkled hole, gently rubbing in a teasing motion with evil intentions showing off.

"now that's a hard question, i want both, i wanna see how beautiful you strip off your clothes, but i also wanna rip them off you and have my tongue between those cheeks. which one would you prefer?" and with that, the hold around the base of your tightens, the tips of my fingers breaching just the slightest before pulling back, retreating to rest my palm against the gorgeous cheek- the one i want to spank till the color red leaves a blush on it.

@ⓘ yongguk b。 The world tilts itself upon an invisible fulcrum, a sway that cants my center of gravity and has my knees wobbling in search of relief. We've barely even started and already my focus wanes in a vertiginous haze in that has me steering in and out of control. It's a blessing--- in a warped sense--- that your grip rights my form, your hips pivoting mercilessly to ram yourself against the curve of my throat. My gag reflex flutters against your movements, my body tingles against your words--- and it's before I know it that I sense that impending release. Your voice alights and your s slur in an unrhythmic frenzy, my hands scrabbling back to your hips to regain their hold. But as I feel yourself withdraw, my lips clamp in earnest--- a desperate reaction to keep you there, but it's of no use.

Hold that pretty ing mouth open.

The demand itself is my birthright and it's only out of obedience--- the need to fulfill--- that I unleash an outright lascivious moan in response. In the next instant, heat scatters against my cavern in saline droplets that dribble across my tongue. My cheeks don't escape the onslaught, pearlescent orbs beading across my flesh and standing out all the more against that olive tinge. The taste of you reels me back to the first moment I'd seen you--- sweet almond eyes and husky breath, a man of no small wonder to which I'd dedicated many nights after in pining. Nights spent with my clammy grip slipping from the sheets as I fist them in frustration, battling back the thoughts of what you'd smell like, taste like, feel like... What you'd like. How deeply you'd love and how far we could trek...

Your demand nearly falls on deaf ears, as is already sliding down my throat before the dip of the second syllable. However, a flicker of mischief colours my gaze, steering me to stand--- albeit feebly--- to my feet. I pretend not to notice the way my knees wobble or the pang of protest they give as they're straightened, too busy throwing myself forward and sweeping my arms around your neck. "You first," I breath rebellion against you--- lips imprinting to your own, my tongue pistoning forward to part its way into your panting mouth. It's heinous and probably utterly disgusting, but I can't help the spike of arousal as I scoop what was left of your further into your mouth. There was always something utterly sensual to me about tasting yourself on your lover's lips and committing your natural savor to their own.

The kiss melds into something akin to savagery--- all nibbling teeth and forceful tongue, the soreness radiating from my own serving as a stark reminder of who had only just receded their control here. Pressing flush against you, I step forward, slowly urging you back towards the bed but it's a feat in itself, it seems. Searing an open-mouth peck into the corner of your mouth, my whispers scatter across your jawline.

"Do you want me to put on a show? Think you could bear it?"

God, my throat's nearly raw at this point, even breathing is starting to wax on the tender side--- but I know how much you and I need the offer right now. "Or would daddy rather rip the clothes right off me?"

@ⓢ taehyung k。 It's indeed a sight to save within my memory, the slow breakdown of your guards and the utter neediness with raw braveness that replaces your usual behavior. Its fresh, and it has my spine curling up in itself before exploding in pleasure, fingers gripping so hard the skin holds the shade of white to them but i can't stop, i cant help but abuse the pretty mouth for my own desire just to enjoy the stretch of your lips spread so wide around the heavy shaft, leaking of bittersweet precum from its tip. If the sight was not enough, you dare to look up, and i lose myself in the deep sea of wild sharks, trying to bite into the tension of the room, eating me up with them but its the helpless glisten of your gaze, shinning from unshed tears that has my head gripping onto the rope of power, tugging you along with me.

"Look at you, such a for me, you want this don't you? you want your throat sore and bruised?" and I ask knowing you have lost the capability to answer. a loud wince is uttered, balls sensitive yet your long fingers attempt pleasure, and the heavy shaft twitches in the warm hold of your cavern. pleasure breaks down everything and rush below, building up quicker than my mind can comprehend. but again comprehension and anything that twists its hand around logic had been stuck outside the bedroom door. "oh - Taehyung, you take me so ing well" the hollow of your cheeks and the sudden tightness of your throat against the flushed crown pushes my body into tenseness, causing the muscles concealed beneath layers of clothing to show off as my hold tightens further, refusing retreat for you, not when the thick tip is pressed against the curve of your throat, pushed too far- and i can only change the limit of what 'too far' may mean.

"I bet you can take more loads than one tonight can't you? i bet you want me to paint that pretty of yours just like how im gonna paint your pretty face" The desire to take boils underneath the heated skin, and its as if the demon of lust had built a house on my shoulders, knocking the passionate soft behavior away and replacing it with lethal dominance of an alpha ready to breed his omega full of love. My hands release your head just to grip the sides, holding your head in place and grinding the tip against the curve of your vibrating throat- and its the tear, the pretty tear rolling down your cheek that intensifies the trait- the inner sick kink to watch the tear stains on your face revealing itself like uncontrolled flames as my mouth runs with incoherent curses. Tugging you closer; with a harsh , the balls tap against your chin, threatening to choke every ounce of breath out of you with the pressure it offers against the curve of your throat, and mindlessly use, leaving hurried yet light s against the tight cavern .

Oh such a selfish man i am, but who wouldn't want to be selfish with you. "- g-good boy, choking on daddy's so ing well" and the heavy surge of pleasure knocks the breath out of me, the hands holding your head tugs it back effortlessly, letting the slip out of your mouth, glistening with a heavy coat of saliva yet standing tall, twitching with oozing out of its tip and i press it back in with no hesitance, s hurried, using the heat to push forward, to rip the i so desperately wanted all these months. It only takes seconds later of my rubbing against the flailing tongue and pressing against the sore throat before one hand releases your hair, gripping the base of my . "hold that pretty ing mouth open" it takes only a few tight before the heavy load shoots out, dripping inside of your lips and painting the inside of your mouth white- and like a sadist, i watch, satisfaction blurring my vision. I roll my hips forward, the tip coating your sore petals with , before im dragging it against your cheek to taint your face with dripping of love.

I barely notice the throb of my thighs where your nail had scattered sweet doodles upon them. My mind zooms out on you, and my voice holds authority as it cuts the tension of the room with a demand "swallow". And my mind is already running ahead, fingers releasing the absolute mess i have made of your head and losing its patiency to tear the clothes off of you. Yet amidst the abuse, my hand reaches out with a gentle caress, wiping away the tear stained cheek with an affection saved only for you.

@ⓘ yongguk b。 Somewhere in the back of my mind, I'm sure I'm utterly horrified of myself. When we first met, the thought of 'submitting' to a man was already such a foreign prospect to me. It took coaxing, your sweet words and trusting gaze for me to succumb beneath your touch and allow your way with me. But now, to truly submit--- not just in body, but in mind--- the feeling is surreal and barely short of terrifying. We embark on new, uncharted stretches this way, my knees bruised against the floor and your fingers yanking me forward by my tresses. Pain radiates from my scalp, shoots down my spine and emboldens itself at the back of my throat the moment your tip prods fervently against it. My own twitches in interest, a muffled whine tickling the underside of your member as my tongue traces its shape. I feel almost al again. And even though no amount of love-making could ever stand itself against our first time, this one is close to rivaling the sensation.

"Ngh---" My desire to please boils beneath my skin and sears itself over the moment I'm denied the chance to respond. My words are lost, caught at my lips and ed right back down my throat. It's been a while and I know I must seem utterly novice by now but the urge to draw every ounce of praise out of you wears itself in my bones. My hands grip your thighs to give me purchase, neck craning in time with your s. I attempt to hollow my cheeks as best I can against you, but they still bulge slightly with each breech of my heated cavern. My tongue is almost useless by then, flailing to keep up as it slides along the vein that pulsates against that engorged shaft. Something dribbles down the back of my throat--- rivulets so light I almost miss the cue to swallow--- and I moan at the musky taste of precome that greets me.

"Yes. Yes. W--- wanted this so goddamn bad. Missed your so much." The feel of it... The taste. For a moment, I entertain the thought daring to delve just a little deeper. But it seems you've all but read my mind as your next sheathes you so far back, my vision flickers--- a moment of panic and a brief sputter as I choke against you. My throat constricts, cradling your like a vice, and tears draw themselves to rest against my lashes. God. Damn. Seeking that feeling anew, I pull back just enough to curl my lips around that rubescent head, tightening around it and swallowing hard before sinking back to take the rest of you in. My nose buries itself in the downy hairs that dip into your crotch and I'm thrown once again into that delicious asphyxiation.

A hand unlatches itself from your thighs--- only belatedly realizing that my nails had carved imprints into the flesh there--- just to fondle with your balls. The thin veil of sweat that glazes them is all the friction I need to gain momentum, tugging the creased flesh there and adoring the weight balanced in my palm. By then, my neck sings its pain to me in a soreness I know I won't be able to hide in the morning. But I hold steadfast--- meeting your gaze through a curtain of thick, dewy lashes because if you wanted a 'good boy', you goddamn got one.

Another shatters me from my thoughts and I decide to make good with the power shoveled behind it. Gripping your hips once more, I let you ram as hard and as far as you'd like until I nearly blackout--- but instead of pulling off, I keep you there. Throat working as I gulp loudly against you, my palette squeezes your , tongue lapping meekly where it can. And it's only when I brave myself to draw my gaze back up to yours--- noting the intent behind those orbs, the carnal enthusiasm embedded there--- that I release a deep moan. The vibrations scatter and quakes us both just as the tears slip from their homage and roll down the curve of my cheeks.

@ⓢ taehyung k。 It only takes a second to watch the curtains fall off your intense gaze, filled up with beauty before hunger of desire is there to replace, one that i had not seen for a long time, the same aggression i adore seeing on you. My hands are easily open to catch the warmth of your body, engulfing you in my embrace just as your lips take over my own, easily winning the war. who am i to deny entrance to the sneaky little snake prodding shamelessly against my lips. my own reaches out, swirling in a dirty dance of wet saliva against your sin tasting lips, but the sweet warmth goes as quick as it comes-

way quicker than i wanted it to, and if it wasn't for the graceful descend you have on your knees with such filthy words flying out of your mouth, i would have gripped the soft hair and kissed you till your lips were nothing but swollen, with red cuts decorating them, but the same treatment shall be given, just with another tool.

Observing with careful eyes, the shaft concealed behind annoying layers of clothing twitches in excitement, all the blood rushing down south and leaving my brain in a pile of mush, filled up to the brim with the craving to have you, to taste you and the heat of your skin till nothing but glistening coat of love and sweat is left on your skin, tainted and bruised under my hands for weeks to come, a reminder of the belongings, how much you belong to me and how much i demand my presence all over your figure. its simply like heaven bestowed upon me on a silver plate, and my mind shall not refuse such a god sculpted pleasure.


"such a filthy mouth you got there baby, were you that thirsty to have daddy's taste on your tongue? do you want me to fill that pretty mouth of you and feed you?" Upon releasing the colossal shaft from its restraints; the shaky breath escaping my mouth is barely muffled by my lips, shudders wrecking through my spine and leaving the ink tainted body in goosebumps. The sight, I know i can myself and break down just watching you before me on your knees, needy, begging for pleasure- a rare sight but one that i know will accompany me in every wet dream i'll have in weeks ahead.

The first contact almost got the knees weaken, but my hand fly up to brush between your long hair, pushing them away from your forehead to get the perfect view of your magnificent expression. a muffled curse spills past my lips, the sudden inviting warmth engulfing the large crown has my eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment before i'm forcing them open once more, to watch the chunky flesh of your lip spread around the heavy shaft. the pleasure is spine breaking, and it has the second hand joining in, pressing lightly against the back of your head just as my fingers tighten around the roots of your gorgeous, silky locks, gripping tightly as a warning. "what kind of daddy would i be if i don't grant my baby's wishes?" with a tight grip; i force your head forward, watching as the twitching shaft disappear between your lips, nudging harshly at the corner of your lips and forcing them to stretch- and god, i can already imagine the gorgeous bruises on the corners of your lips.

Impatiency shows off in the dark cloud of pleasure forming in the brown onyxes, and with not a single hesitation, i allow you to feel the carelessness of my hips, slamming forward and nudging harshly against the back your throat. Its as if every inch of my body craves for you, hunger burning every tree of mercy inside my bones and with no more time to waste; the hips are ramming forward, abusing your mouth for my body's pleasure and eyes' satisfaction, finding sweet lust in the squelching sound and muffled moans filling up the tension filled room. With a content, yet filthy smirk i whisper "is that what you wanted baby? huh?" and with raw mischief, i let my hips press in too far, to choke the breath out of you.

@ⓘ yongguk b。 I expect an uncomfortable silence of sorts--- the kind of thing only possible in a sitcom where the lovers merely blush at the realization of what almost happened and stumble off to go get hot cocoa or something instead. It'd be killer for the ratings--- a bolster for anticipating fans already perched on the edge of their seats to wait for 'that moment'. I expect a rejection. And yet I'm only met with the graceful curl of your fingers against the periphery of my face, a cue to lilt my gaze toward your own. When I'm met with a pair of sweet honey browns, I'm rooted right to the spot. Your eyes are the conveyance of every memory, every tender touch and stacked breath. In your eyes, I make out all of our hopes and shortcomings all at once. Our hues mingle in a radiant kaleidoscope that scintillates brighter than a newborn star. I'm hooked, just like that. Convinced and made yet again, a slave to your being.

"God ing damn it," I murmur near helplessly as you guide us the rest of the way, half the lobes of my brain caught in a daze. The walls expand before lifting from the scenery completely, my hazed focus only settling on those broad shoulders. I all but denounce every corner of the house until we arrive at the bedroom, the setting and your expectant smile slowly snapping the wires back into place. I blink back to life, peer upon you as if to give you one last chance to dip out... And then, I pounce.

"Baby---" The murmur gets lost in against your lips, arms returning--- this time tightly-wound around your waist. I waste not a moment prodding at your lips, my tongue as eager as ever to commit that taste only you wear so well. With my grip firm against you, I walk you backwards and further into the room. The air is warm, a deft cradle--- as if the house knows of what we are to do, and bids us well. Your mouth is petalesque and I find myself fighting the urge to peel back layer for layer--- greedily wishing to stake a claim of you wherever I possibly can.

"Need t- to just--- It's been too long." I can only imagine how senseless I sound to you, wanton and desperate and utterly breathless as I pant against your lips. A hand dips down to trace your crotch, the outline of its tip through the fabric. "Please let me taste you. Want you to my mouth, baby. Wanna feel how big you are again." I can barely recognize myself--- the so eager to please, existing only for the sole purpose of your enjoyment. I know I'll deny every bit of this in the morning, but for now I sink onto my knees with ease until I'm at eye-level with my second favorite thing in the world.

Unwrapping your is a simple task, even for my trembling fingers--- like a gift, I can't help but marvel at it. Whether I'd not seen you in months or in minutes, I know I'll always feel shamelessly grateful to see your . Fingers descending the zipper--- peeling back the flaps of your pants to expose the thing I crave most right now (besides you). Your boxers aren't a match for this heated gaze, tucking them just beneath your ball sac to better garner a look at the full package. Your is still as beautiful as always and I wonder if now would be the most appropriate time to say so... A long, lithe girth with the capability of a thickness I'm all too familiar with--- the pink head at it's tip already glistening with interest.

"Missed you so ing much. You've got the best goddamn in the world, you know that? Seriously, I'm addicted," the words tumble out in a hushed slur, silenced only by the kiss bestowed upon the tip. I feel the need to remind you of my request, lips parting to toy with the bulbous head as it taps against the inside of my cheek--- tongue lapping feverishly, teasingly against the slit.

"Remember, baby... I want you to use me, please."

@ⓢ taehyung k。 MY BURGER BUNS

MY PRECIOUS-

WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO EAT THE PATTY WITHsdkjhfjkdshF >:-[

@ⓟ woohee b。 SCREECHES AND KICKS YOUR BUNS

Smothers the windows with ketchup >:-[

@ⓢ taehyung k。 There is only seconds of me able to gaze at the swollen flowers, tainted by my teeth, decorating your lips before your rushed hand tug me away. eager would the understatement of the century when it comes to you, so the digits curl into your palm like they had found their home made pillow to snuggle into. my feet take in measured step, following after yours, nose inhale the soft sunny scent you leave behind and god- how proud i am to be this selfish to claim such a diamond and conceal it away from the world. another world wonder, but this one only for my eyes to see, for my hands to feel and for my lips to taste oh so ungenerously.


There is an immediate dislike in the parting of your heated hold, the desire to only suffocate you within the embrace that has your name written on it causing every cell on my body to tingle, but the excitement doesn't disappear, not when my mind returns back to the ink filled memory in Japan; the trip that held colorful memories with the lack of you, and what i did might just be an act of utter idiocy to you, yet perhaps it was the only way to get you as close as i wanted you to be- to imagine its your hand im holding while walking the busy streets in a black hoodie, concealing away my face from the crowd, imagining how it would feel to steal danger laced kisses from you in the corners of each street at every turn, at every restaurant till your lips demanded a break.

But what remains of the trip, is your name in black, inked into the left hipbone with a fancy hand, a red rose decorating the sides with its thorns wrapped around the name as if its arms are there to protect, to hurt- and oh, you hurt me so good.

The sudden halt brings my mouth into silence, surprise evident within the dark onyxes of raw love before my mouth tugs up, higher and higher till the gums show off into a full smile- the caring nature of your soul igniting the warmth of he fire your had planted in the cage of this beating muscle. silence, i let your words echo through the hallway, head tilted to the side with amusement dripping off my face before i use the same hold you have on my hand to swing you around and demand you to look at me- the smile planted there, only widening out of pure affection followed by a deep, breathless chuckle.

And moments alike this are nothing but a reminder of why i fell into the arms of your love, tainted with your passion and swallowed by your gentle sharks- regret never comes, it flies further away from the laced rings of our love.

"you are the best hubby anyone could ever ask for, but well no one can have you cause i put claim. but to answer your question, i have eaten, and I'm not really tired, and lets face it honey, i cant nap when i haven't seen you for months" silent and starving, my fingers prowl through your streets up to caress the cheek bones with a light touch of my thumb before i use the same hold i had on your hand to lead the way, going through the familiar route of the fairy like house, dripping with absolute tranquility- to knock open bedroom door, turning my head with an invitation on my lips.

"you know, i have tomorrow off, and i'm really looking forward to holding you in my arms"

@ⓘ yongguk b。 My hands are restless voyagers--- carving secrets in the paths they stake along your backside and finding homage in the dimples of your spine. My fingers curl and unfurl, seeking to cling to every piece of you all at once as if --- in another panicked second --- you could slip from my grasp again. As if in the next instant, you'd be jetting off to concerts in Spain or movie shootings in L.A. and I would be here. Always and forever simply be here... Curtailing behind the trainees I manage, filling out the responsibilities of a loyal staff member who ducks his head from the affairs of a scandal. And yet, here I am, breath caught at bay with each press of your lips until my own purse in silent envy.

"Missed you too," I utter between each smoldering peck. "So damn much. Everyday, I--- couldn't help but ing think of stupid things." Like, if today would be the last I'd get to hear of you. Or if today you'd wake up and realize your greatest mistake in giving yourself to me. My grip fastens tighter, even more so the moment you let me down. But as my feet touch that floor, I'm just as quick to barrel forward into your chest --- arms possessive and adorning around your sylphlike waist.

I part my lips to counter your anguish, only to be greeted with the slide of a limber tongue against the seam and g o d it's been too long. My eyes roll back and I succumb to the honeysuckle taste of your musk before I find it simply isn't enough. Driven by carnal implications of greed, I clamp my lips down just as you seal the kiss to entrap that sweet, naughty muscle there. My own glides to keep it company, refamiliarizing itself with the dip just embodied at its tip... down to the curve of wetness that entices a flurry of shudders. And when you pull back, I'm sure that somewhere behind the disappointment, I'm relieved that one of us has the wherewithal to gain control of the situation. I partake, though, in the view of those spit-soaked, kiss-swollen lips and all at once I'm reminded of everything I've ever missed.

"Right. R--- right. We can't here. Gotta just ---" I claim your hand, praying to every deity in the stars that you can't make out just how clammy it must feel, and drag us gracelessly down the corridor. In that the lapse of time, a dreadful doubt befalls against my thoughts and weigh my steps. What if I'm reading this all wrong? After all, you'd only just got home. You could be exhausted, jetlagged, and here I am trodding off with you as if to start neglected chores. The horror in my selfish behavior stills me before I even realize it, and a fierce heat glazes my cheeks when I come to accept the strength of a month-quelled libido.

"Sorry. , what kind of house hubby am I? Baby, you need to eat. Have you even napped yet?" I can't find it in myself to face you, even though my words are pinned directly to you. I'm sure if I cast even a moment's glance at your heated features, I'd be a lost cause.

Ado to any hopes of holding back.

@ⓢ taehyung k。 "My cheese level had upgraded upon reaching Japan, must have been something in the air, or its my heart going absolutely crazy because it missed you"

The sweet sound of your laughter ring likes the bells of heaven in my ear, even though hell is where our bodies belong. I press into you, eyes falling closed as your lips decide to paint a sin on the pure skin, old marks replaced by repaired flesh that demands desire. the only thing my mind thinks of was kissing you breathless, to hold the warmth of your body in the selfish, demanding harem of my hold. but the imaginations and dirty thoughts that had drove me to edge more times than i could count, had raised the simple war of hormones inside. My emotions grip onto softness but the desire asks for the heat, the dripping heat of your body. my body easily gives a way, shoulders losing their tenseness and head tilting to the side to allow abuse.

"This man will die if you ever forget him"

The words hold a deep core of raw affection, yet my voice shakes, sensitivity high enough to alert every inch of my body of the closeness you offer, and it intensifies the hunger, the greed to eat the blaze off your skin. fingers release the warmth of your thighs with a gentle squeeze, reaching up to take a grip of your sharp chin, tugging your face away to watch you, a selfish demand to see what belongs to me. and i let the seconds tick by to watch, to satisfy the craving of the sharks hidden in the dark onyxes ready to eat you up. my lips descend down, the gentlest of touches left on the high cheek bones in a form of a kiss, a shaky exhale follows, eyes closed like an obsessed man tasting the waters of his gorgeous treasure. another kiss right below towards the path to your lips. its simply terrifying to know the control i have given you, yet the same control fills me up with raw pride of a hungry man.

The last kiss is not demanding for gentleness, its my lips melting against yours with pressure, its my hands leaving your chin to grip your gentle waist and omit the air between our torsos. I kiss to bruise, to speak the 'I miss yous' unable to fit into soft words. The taste of coffee, chocolate and a food that i can not pin point, a little bit of soft bitterness in between that pushes my lips to eagerly move against yours, flesh on flesh, coated with saliva in matter of seconds, sliding against one another easily, hungry to eat up the sounds you make. teeth bite into the chunkiness of your bottom lip, tugging and the skin in between the cage of my teeth and its then that my tongue knocks harshly against your door, politely asking for permission even though the impatient nature of it shows in the way i at your lips.

Its a sin to be reminded what i imagined those lips do in the dark loneliness of my hotel room, miles away from you.

With a tightened hold, i push us off the door, lips attached to yours like glue and as much as i dislike it, i let you down on your feet with utter gentleness, not wanting to trip over the fancy furniture and break a bone or two. Arms slide underneath the fabric of your shirt, dragging it up to let the digits peek at the fresh sun kissed skin on you, to let you feel the light drag of the corners of my nails across your back before the muscular arms prison you in my embrace again, and its only when my lungs are giving out that i release your lips with a breathless, deep whisper.

"this demands for something more comfortable before i attempt to break the things around here my love"

And the ticking of the clock is long forgotten, time a matter vanished when eternity lays in your gaze to feed my soul.

@ⓘ yongguk b。 I try not to react--- it's a valiant effort, I'm sure of it. The sting that accompanies the curve of my cheeks as I resist that familiar tug of an enticing smile. But how the hell am I to compete against you and your precious oddities? And as soon as the words, 'pretty ladle man' leave your lips, I've all but ruptured my spleen with the strength of the laughter that follows.

"Pretty ladle m--- Oh god, they've ruined you. It was the water, wasn't it? You're even cheesier than before." But there's no iota of me that doesn't adore this fact.

Lips parting to retort anew, my gaze flickers down to the movement of your sinful hands--- so awestricken by the deft in which you wield your tie that I forget to consider just what you aim to do with it. By the time I blink back to the present, I'm against you--- legs wrapped around your waist and breath abandoned from my cavity as you press me up along the surface of the door. And when my hands grapple against your shoulders, I convince myself that it's merely for balance and... not at all for swooning urge to succumb to your behavior. Your eyes bleed a silent command that my lips are quick to deflect. Submit--- and denial.

"You know I could never forget," I admit without pretense. A promise interlaced in the warm breath that ghosts across your neck and ear--- a violent tremble wracking its way across my spine as your words graze pieces of me neglected for far too long. It's been minutes since you've arrived, debonair and gorgeous and everything I'd missed while you were away. And yet already we're riled up like teens in the throes of a summer romance. Any other day, I know you'd hold out--- opt for something slowly and fluffy in lieu of any . Any other day... I'd hold out. But I'm drawn back to the weeks spent to the thought of your full lips and roaming hands. Night after night chasing pleasures left unsated because no distinct touch exists that could ever rival your own.

My arms coil in around your neck, fastening me firmly in place as I pivot forward and latch one hot mouth against the juncture of your neck. I'm reminded that I hate not being able to do more--- can't stand a position in which I'm denied full range of your body--- but I'm desperate enough to take what I can get, and you seem to be teetering along the same treacherous edge of self-control. "How could I forget the only man to make me feel so heated? The only man to trigger my body in ways no one's ever done before?" A lapse to all the lovers I'd known in the past--- men and women alike, lovely in their own standings... never really able to arouse me the way a man my age should be. A lapse to all the doctors who believed it was a medical condition as incurable and unfortunate as anything else...

But the heat trickling slowly beneath my skin disproves every claim they'd ever made. The sole man to trigger the lust I'd never known I was capable of indulging in. As easy as clockwork, you unfold all my edges and remodel me anew--- the source of my own flourishing. A breathless surrender painting a dawn to the newness that encases me whole.

My body remembers--- because there's simply no one else to make it forget.

@ⓢ taehyung k。 Its a wonder amidst the dark thoughts clouding my mind on whether you know that your arms are the only blanket of raw tranquility i can demand from the nature, one that has the tense shoulders giving out under the pressure of your gentle words, softening in such an immediate manner than i fear what would be the world of mine without your presence. it had always been easy for you, a simple step into my world and every single goal was settled with you in my mind, and no regret had ever once been made, only an endless bliss to have the perfect piece of puzzle with beauty on its digits fit right into the welcoming palm of my own hand.


The warmth of your home is as welcoming as ever- the house i was sure had crawled right out of a fairytale when it was first presented to me- and the memory is still fresh. the house held eternal warmth, the same feeling your being offered, the magical nature of the lights leaving a sweet decoration only showed off the romance hidden in your heart, and then there was everything within, every single spot and corner, every freshly picked furniture that screamed your name.

The urge to lay here and never return to mountains of responsibilities was just a conflict i had a war with everytime i stepped inside. "how many times do i have to say not to apologize gorgeous, i have to apologize for not coming around sooner even though i was quite desperate. i had to stay in Japan for longer than i expected my pretty ladle man."

There is a halt in my words, eyebrows arched up into a perfect shape with a mischief filled gaze settling on you, judging, and jeopardous. a little 'tsk' spills past my lips, fingers reaching to brush away the curly hair, half styled yet tired, messily spread around my head. my figure leaves the door, fingers gripping the edges of the suit to tug it down, 3 buttons loosening in a silent manner before i tug the tie down, wrapping it around my wrist loosely with a smirk that refuses to skip away from my lips. " 'If' you had a man? are you telling me you dont? should i remind you of who you belong to Kim Taehyung? cause i really don't mind reminding every inch of you of whose name should fall of those pretty lips" and no hesitation meets my arms as they curl around you, almost easily sweeping you off the floor, solid muscles of each arm holding your thighs up in a demanding manner, as i let you feel the wooden door behind you. and i penetrate whats left of personal space, eating up the air you breath selfishly. The death grip of your thighs remain, a simple warning with a playful nature as a reminder for you.

"I have done more than watch your tho, one cant just watch those cheeks and not do anything to them sweetheart" and i dare not break this calm silence, voice dropping lower as a secret whisper for your ears to hear alone.

@ⓘ yongguk b。 In your arms, I'm founded anew. Reborn by the breathtaking warmth surfacing in your eyes, and I'm dumbstruck when I realize I can no longer differentiate the adoration hidden in those glossy orbs from my own which is mirrored so easily in them. I'm amazed at how easily we both succumb--- or maybe it's just me, just my own treacherous heart that bleeds frailty within the charming cant of your timbre. It's so easy to give in for you, always has been. The suave enamorato with a voice that rolled like the fists of Zeus and features as soft and unassuming as death in slumber. Beautiful, unending, and... right before me with a wilted flower suspended between us.

"I dunno, it kinda looks better this way," I offer with a noncommittal shrug of my shoulder --- plucking up the rose and hoisting it up to grant a whiff of it. By now, it's lost most of that strange, petrichor scent that most flowers have. By now... It smells of you, and suddenly that makes it all the better.

Your touch only instills this thought, a stark reminder of just what in this world I so desperately cling to. An innocent happiness as infantile as each press of your curves --- showing little to nothing but offering everything. "Missed you too, just --- I'm sorry. I've been swamped and..." Even now, it still doesn't feel like an excuse. After all, I've had paperwork but you've had EVERYTHING. Shootings and CD signs and collaborations. You've been working on tracks and as I'm reminded of the news articles relaying your comeback, my mind blinks back to thoughts of your lithe form huddled over notebooks accompanied by only golden lamp light. And, g o d, I'm utterly soft. "None, baby, that's why I'm out here after all." With hesitation and a spot of effort, I pull back just enough to clasp both your hands and draw you forward --- backtracking us away from the porch and through the threshold, blanketed in a home away from an autumn eve's chill.

"Solidarity. A break away from it all. But you can't be too careful." For a moment, I'm stricken with the idea of perhaps --- maybe --- bringing up that offering again. The idea that maybe, someday, you could relocate... It's impossible, I know. The fact that we're together, doing THIS, is ludicrous enough. But there's always hope... There's always stupidity.

"Ya know, I wouldn't need that ladle though if I had, say... A big, strong boyfr--- man, to watch my ?" It's coy and ridiculous and I can't stop the smirk from blossoming on my lips. But as I tug you inside and press you neatly against the door, there comes again that feeling of homage only ever complete around you. The buoyant desire that meets within the confines of my chest.

The ladle ends up forgotten on the porch.

@ⓢ taehyung k。 Its easy to hear the careful steps behind the door, lips settling for a warm smile with an expectation in my mind-
an image of you im used to and i wonder if the lazy wardrobe is adoring your figure again. Whether i want to laugh or cry at the fact that i was expecting such scene is left in the back of my mind- my thoughts leaving notes to bring cameras to get a capture of those heroic moves with aggression behind them. deep hazels stare at your figure, beautiful hair leaving a breezy gorgeousness upon the tanned skin, yellow lights doing too much of a fair job to intensify the absolute artistry that's your face. Its a wonder how one's face is able to do too much to one's mind, and my mind had been the abused slave of yours.

The words don't even dare to slip past my lips before my arms filled with a basket full of you.

The first attack of your breath leaving a ghost like whisper against my neck is enough to have a shudder burst through my body, the rose is forgotten, your tainted lips that hold curses upon them bringing out a deep chuckle from me, rumbling from the depth of my chest that has my shoulders shaking lightly "You ruined this basterd's present " the words hold soft affection laced within them, i pull back enough to save the lightly squished rose, breaking it in half just to slide it beneath your ear, your hair leaving too many pretty decoration around it and its then that my free arms take you in, sliding around the soft waist with rough fingers sprawled over the concealed layer on your skin, to tug you in the desperate embrace of mine.

"who else would be here at this time of the night if not me?" deep voice whispers against the soft crook of your neck, skin almost glistening with pulchritude and i don't have enough mercy to leave it be. burying my face against the crook of your neck; i inhale in the rosy scent in wonder of whether its your own or the shampoo you use- and the curse that spills past my own shameless lips is well deserved. ", i missed you" and one hand dont hesitate to crawl up, rough edges of each digits brushing in between the soft locks, body breathing yours in with a tight hold. "this worries me gorgeous, just how many intruders do you have that has you coming to greet me with a soup ladle?"

u wont have any left in your lungs soon

WHAT IS A IR unless we're sharing it

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D E F domestic Taehyung at-home
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YOUUUU

YOU
DEFINITELY
GOT THE IMAGE
RIGHT
BABY :)