"Say it again." The things that he would do to continue to hear those three words produced by that voice for every single day that remained in his wretched life were unspeakable. And if he were a different person, someone who was standing on the outside looking in, he would see how vile this all way. How cruel. How unhealthy. But they were so desperately addicted to one another that neither of them could see it. It felt like they were wrapped in a bubble, fragile and thin, barely enough to keep them protected. But it would grow with their love. Because he was in love with Seokjin. Everything on heaven and earth and in between help them both.
"I love you." It was so much stronger this time, like the courage to let those words go free had finally been encountered. Like the strength had finally welled up with Seokjin's chest. And he realized these were the moments he loved the most. When Seokjin would let go of the rational thoughts that were trying to apply themselves to a situation that made no sense. Where he let go of his preconceived notions and simply accepted them as they were.
"I love you too." He barely even recognized the sound of his own voice. Didn't even know that it could take on that quality, so deep and serene and he shouldn't have been fascinated by it. Shouldn't have wondered what else would be capable of bringing it out.
Should have hated the way his heart skipped a beat as his beautiful baby blinked at him under the fall of thick lashes, that same strength radiating from those swirling depths. It was always so clear when Seokjin had come to some sort of decision regarding them. Like he had finally accepted the consequences and chosen to accept his own fate. To actively participate in his own downfall. His own destruction.
Only the pile of bones that he would be landing on were Jungkook's, because he had finally found something worth falling over.
It was gentle. Soft and warm and it made those feelings that had only started to bud and bloom come to life more quickly. Lips pressing against his own, plush and wet and he loved the feeling of them. Loved the sounds that emitted from the other's throat as he sucked the bottom one into his mouth and nibbled on it. Loved the way air seemed to catch in the other's throat as his tongue licked inside the warm, wet cavern, claiming it as his own.
Wide hands caught on those hips, gripping so hard that the skin would damage, would formulate into a bruise, visible proof of his possession. Of his ownership. Of his love.
Felt himself grow so impossibly hard that it felt like all it would take is a single touch for him to come apart. Never understood how he managed to withstand so much and hold out for so long. Only that watching this man fall to pieces below him was worth it. Was worth the test of his own control, was worth wrecking his own reserve of stamina.
There was a punishment that needed to be carried out, and the thought flashed within his mind that maybe it should be withholding. Working Seokjin up to the tipping point and then simply leaving them there, empty and wanting. Unfulfilled and stretched and with out permission to finish. There was no coming without daddy. There was never going to be anymore coming without him right there.
But the portion of his mind that was still capable of common sense said that there was a time and place for punishment, and that right now wasn't it. Right now it would only serve to ruin the progress they had made. This delicate new balance that had been formed between them.
He could wreck Seokjin later. Could tie him to the bed using scrapes of silk and torture him for as long as he pleased. Until those tears were from need and want and he was begging to be touched.
Now his touch was gentle. Delicate. A soft caress as it smoothed across the flat expanse of Seokjin's lower belly. As it drifted upward, pushing the fabric of the shirt he still wore away. Holding back everything inside of him that said to tear at the material, to rip it apart and reveal what it was keeping hidden from him. To get at what was his.
But Seokjin moved so readily. Shifted without even having to hear the command. Crooked fingers grasped the hem of the offending article as he sat up, tugging it over his head and tossing it in some direction he didn't bother to take note of. Sighed as all of that pale, smooth skin came into view. Like his favorite treat that was slowly being unwrapped, a show that was only ever meant for his eyes.
Smiled as Seokjin shifted, pushed himself up onto his knees and hooked those same fingers into the waist band of his pants. Pushed them down in one smooth motion. Only for him to be completely disappointed when his gaze was met with the sight of plain cotton boxers instead of the pretty panties his baby always wore for him.
"Where are your panties, sweetheart? I thought you liked wearing them for daddy?" Should he really be speaking like that when he was about to make love to someone?
Is that what this even was? This electricity that was steadily sparking between them like lightning. This sensation that was dancing across his skin, making it erupt into thousands of tiny bumps. Making him shiver and shudder as pleasure ran along the length of his spine.
He didn't know. And he supposed he really didn't care.
"I do. But they're only for daddy." Suddenly, all at once, the memory of the night before came rushing back. The reason why Seokjin had to be punished at all. "I didn't want Hobi to see them."
"Such a good baby." He wanted to ask why anyone else ever would have seen them in the first place. Until he remembered that there seemed to be absolutely no personal space when it came to some people.
He distinctly remembered Taehyung walking into his room without even knocking first and sitting on his bed the night he was trying to get ready for his date with Jin. He had been wearing a towel and nothing else and he didn't even seem to mind. Had even stared right at him as he had pulled on a pair of boxers, talking animatedly about what kind of sushi Jin would want.
That's probably all it was.
He told himself that's all it was.
And Jin had done the right thing. Had saved that special little part of himself for the person who he deserved it. For the only one who did. For his owner. His daddy.
For his love.
