#Warning: Mature content!

The Artist:

A miracle, born out of my moments of weakness, my missing part, the final puzzle piece to make me whole.

I have been feeling everything, from fear to affection, affection to lust, lust to trust while falling all in you

There is so much need in his eyes, need for hope and light, making me want to be Prometheus, unbound to give the light of the world to him.

Every inch of him a brittle piece of heaven, so I run my hands carefully on him, trying my hardest not to show my weak human hunger to wreck his angel gleam.

He grabbed my hand, softly moaning and writhing, making the sheets a crumpled mess and urging the raging animal in me to make a better mess of him.

“S-Stop teasing me..” he whined digging his face into the pillow and I leaned down to him, grasping at his jaw to make him look at me “clearly you’ve never been loved right”. I kissed him again and he responded instantly, cupping my face with both his hands to deepen the kiss before edging them down my neck slowly as he hesitantly began undoing the buttons of my shirt. I let him push my shirt off of me and ran my hand lower his bare body and down to his member, loving it when he begins groaning and whimpering in my mouth.

He pressed his eyes close as I knelt before him, leaving open mouthed kisses on his flushed glowing skin, his sawing legs proved his restlessness while I dragged my other hand over his waist and the swell of his ass to grasp at his thighs. He shivered and cursed under his breath and put a hand over his mouth, trying to cut off the moans my sensitive touches were pulling out of him. Intentionally, I hastened my hand on his growing length. 

“Why are you trying to deny how good I am making you feel?”

My eyes fix on his privates, as I fought my own needs to devour him so that I can focus on pleasuring him, he deserves every bit of it, and so much more. I demand him to break free of his inhibitions, I know he wants me to make him feel every bit of this ecstasy I am giving him, I can see the urge in his eyes and in his needy quivering lips.

Ah those lips...I want those all over me...bruised with my crazy hunger, red and swollen due to my burning passion for him. 

He eyes me, chewing on that thick cherry flesh, mouth hanging open in silent pleas and I lose my mind for a short second, jerking him down nearer to press against my groin and undoing my buckle in a flash.

“F-Fuck!” He shudders, arching his back off the bed when I play with him more crudely, rubbing my own erection on his while my teeth dug on my lip seeing him splayed out, open for the taking and needy for me.

Greedy, sly, half loose in the head, call me every possible curse available ...I have no excuses, this is what you make me, selfish and demanding to you to give me what I need yet begging you to stay hopelessly tangled with me in my every minute.

“B-Baby will you give me what I n-need? Will you let me take all of you..huh?”  I’m losing my mind now, can’t think straight...need..need to have him...all of him..and only him.

He nods his head, teary eyes looking up at me “p-please...I need m-more”

I press a kiss on his mouth before leaning over to the night stand, hastily grabbing a couple of condoms and lube while he dragged his mouth on my skin, marking my neck and chest in his own lust-crazed need. I let him pull my pants further down and off of me, and he kissed me with overwhelming desire, knocking my senses off of their sanity as he wrapped his naked body around me and I pressed him down onto the mattress, trapping him underneath me, giving  him no more scope to deny me because I’m taking over him now.

He squirms and pleads for me while I ease my lubed up digits into him, stretching him out for myself as I gazed down at his weak whimpering state. His need grew greater and he rolled his hips in sync, urging in the intrusion and imploring for more. A sinful sight but so satisfying, the perfect lover in every way.

And I let him have what he wanted from me, telling him under my breath that not only tonight but I’d love him with my everything for all the nights to come if only he’d stay with me.

“T-Tae...” “Yes-you ok? S-Should I stop? What is it?”

Although my body was raging against me for stopping midway, I waited, letting him adjust to me. God he’s so perfect in every way, calling onto me like a siren to an unfortunate sailor lost at sea, he is drawing me into him.

“Nghh...move..” he screwed shut his eyes and bit down on his lips while I watched him hungrily, sweat blooming on both of us as I began working my hips against his. “Ah-nghh-y-yes” his lips curved in the softest smile as he gazed at me through half-hooded eyes and moist lashes, “T-Taehyung-mhmm”

Lightning struck through me when I heard him moan out my name as I moved in him in steady thrusts, I coiled an arm underneath his thigh pulling his leg up as I leaned down to him, holding my weight over him as I picked up the pace, opening him up to go deeper into him and his yelp and shudder was enough of a proof for me to realize I had hit where I had aimed to.

His eyes watered anew and he scratched anxiously at my shoulders, back arching up again in his extreme need to climax.

So I worked him harder, haze covering my brain as I felt my own climax pooling in my belly and instinctively grabbed at his hard neglected cock and not even a second in he shrieked out his orgasm, spraying cum all over our chest and stomach. While I forced deeper into him, losing my mind due to the way his walls were squeezing me painfully hard and nearer to my own high. He began sobbing breathlessly as I took the thrusts up a notch before I stilled, my body jerking for more as I peaked and came in the condom.

I dropped myself on him, losing my strength completely at the moment and he dug his face into my shoulder, nosing at my neck while he kept whimpering softly and circled his arms around my neck holding me to himself, so fucking cute. Mindlessly I searched for his mouth, and kissed him breathlessly before I slipped out of him and chucked the condom into a bin. I let my body fall beside him, sated for the time being but still expectant for more. 

I watch him curl into himself, rubbing away the half-dried tears with the back of his hand.

“Shower?” I turned to him, pulling his hand away to kiss his soft sweaty face, he’s absolutely stunning, no arguments about that.

“A little later” he mumbled, setting his temple against my chin, not letting me gaze at him. I caressed his head not having the heart to go against that soft request and decide to help the tension as well as our harsh breaths ease a bit “how did you learn about my name?”   

He yawned adorably “the canvases...they all have your name” the words became muffled as he snuggled into me further, and I smiled to myself feeling like a fool to have asked the question.

“Right”

“I didn’t get to see the painting you made of me” his breath tickled against my skin as I pulled him closer to myself, encircling my arms around him.

“It’s still incomplete” he nodded mumbling sleepily about wanting to see it but settled further into my arms and I set my head on top of his.

Every passing minute is only a proof of how comfortable and fearful you make me feel, weak as well as strong, it’s like my heart knew I was going to find you someday but not really aware that I was waiting for you, and you are  finally here, with me, in my arms, safe and secure.

Finally mine.  

He fell asleep soon enough, and my wish to try it again got deferred. So I threw on a pair of sweats and chose to walk back to the living room where my canvas stood expectantly, waiting to attain its utmost beauty which can only be acquired at completion.

And this time although I don’t have Jin sitting a couple metres away for me, every bit of him is more vivid and alive in my head. My hands know every dip and dent of his flesh, my mind swamped with snippets of the million shades of his emotions and his nimble electric gaze, or the way his mouth moves differently for every desire he utters or every bliss he moans for.

He is art personified, and I will treasure every minute of the moments he gives me...hold onto those like a never ending dream, to live those over and over again whenever days become a grim cage

My hands are easier on the canvas this time, mind not cramped due to the intense tension I had been feeling before I had taken him to bed and time slips away effortlessly as I spent hours putting colour to my waking dream.

“What are you doing here in the middle of the night?”

I heard his embalming voice at my back and felt him rest his chin on my bare shoulder.

“Is this me? Oh goodness!” He leaned to share his warmth with me and I took the chance to turn to him “I told you it’s not complete yet”

He paid little attention to my words as he gaped at the canvas open-mouthed. His slightly bruised cherry lips drew my eyes instantly, his soft bed head and pale shoulders marked with my desires. Simply a means to tease my senses anew.

He had draped a white sheet about him, loosely holding it in a bundle over his chest and gave off a sexy view of his full shoulders and alluring chest. It reached down to his legs, adorably pooling about his feet in unkempt folds and I remained confused trying to understand how anyone could look so sexy and cute at the same time!

I pulled him onto my lap, loving how this one short action snapped his attention back to me.

“Something else feels incomplete as well” he looked at me with wide confused eyes and I felt like teasing him more, lowering the cover to put my mouth on his shoulders.

“Wanna go back to bed?”

I dragged my hand over his arms, my fingers raking down his skin in the slowest steps as I peppered him skin with more kisses.

He cupped my face and made me look at him, putting his lips on mine in a slow sensual kiss, relishing every move of our lips and tongue as we let ourselves loose into the feeling.

“On one condition..” I watched his brown eyes look at me with an untold affection, golden gaze spearing into my soul to enchain me to his charms further as I waited to serve any and every condition he would put forth “don’t leave me alone in bed...I get lonely, makes me feel pitiful”

I feel a crack resound through my veins as the words leave me craving to give him all the attention he would demand from me, cursing myself for being so insensitive towards him, I am the one who should feel pitiful.

I pick him up in my arms, and he locks his limbs around me out of fear of losing his balance.

“I’d never let you feel lonely again” I carry him back into the bedroom, feeling him smile against my cheek “don’t say such words so casually, I have a weak heart, I believe too easily”

I set him down on the bed and kneel before him as I gently begin unwrapping him “but I mean every bit of it, and have every intention to keep you with me forever”

I don’t wait for his reaction as I pull him into a kiss, not giving him scope to procrastinate too much into details but urging him to open up and put his faith in me. I have no idea what he has lived through or what had hurt him to become so guarded and parched but I need him to know how I feel for him and what I’d give to have him become mine.

He gives in to my ministrations and succumbs to my arms around him, for tonight let me satiate his needs, maybe tomorrow he will see what I need him to see.

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[A\N] Well...👀