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Taeyong doesn’t realize how they got to Jaehyun’s apartment. He doesn’t feel the coldness clinging on his skin with its claws nor does he feel the securing arm around his shoulders guiding him into the warmth of the building. His mind is numb just like his body and his feet carry him on autopilot. The artificial lights in the elevator are too bright; it seems the mirror emphasizes his red eyes and eyebags even more.
He looks horrible if he’s being honest, even worse than he thought. The mascara under his eyes makes him look like he hasn’t slept for days, the natural redness and oils come thru his splotchy makeup and the lipstick dried his lips completely out. He touches his face and turns around to escape from his horrible reflection.
Jaehyun doesn’t say anything nor does he ask any pressing questions as he watches Taeyongs behavior. He just presses him even further against his body as they arrive at his apartment door, like he wants to protect him from the rest of the world. Taeyong ignores the way his heart flips in his guts, but his body betrays him with leaning even further into his embrace, searching for the comforting warmth and safety.
Jaehyuns eyes are filled with fondness as he looks down with a small smile, but the crease between his eyebrows doesn’t hide the fact that he’s worrying. Taeyong wants to scream and cry; to tell him what’s wrong and how hurt he is; how much he needs Jaehyun, but the pain keeps his mouth shut like a lock. Jaehyuns warm hand caresses Taeyongs upper arm with reassuring strokes, a clear and silent message.
His apartment smells just like the first time he was here and it’s embarrassing how much he loves it; coffee and vanilla, but in the most pleasing and comforting way. Everything is neat and tidied, almost like he was expecting someone to come over. Guilt pangs in his chest as he looks down to his soaked socks, maybe he is interfering a night out.
Jaehyun senses the hesitation and stiffness in Taeyongs shoulders, so he guides the smaller man to the couch, his soft hands never left his own cold ones. He lets them go and Taeyong looks at him with big questioning eyes, already missing the feeling on his now warmed-up skin. He blushes at the thought; his brain is playing tricks on him again.
A dimpled smile appears on Jaehyuns face, the soft and warm lights of the living room bounce off of his skin so prettily, his cheeks look even redder and fuller. Parts of his hair dried, but his clothes are still drenched and look uncomfortable on the skin. A sinking feeling settles in Taeyongs stomach.
“I am going to bring you a towel and some clothes. You can warm up in the shower, okay? I hope you’re feeling a little better”, he speaks tenderly and his hand reaches out to wipe the fresh tears that burn in Taeyongs eyes. His palm is warm and holds him so delicately, his words are like balm for his broken soul.
Jaehyun caresses his cheek one last time and turns around to go to the bedroom. Taeyong looks after him like he could disappear any moment, missing his firm body against his own. Jaehyun zips his windbreaker and pulls it off, his shirt clinging on the right places and the wet patches emphasize his back muscles perfectly. Taeyong swallows and looks down, his thoughts wander in a dangerous direction.
Thankfully a happy Button is still there to distract him, already demanding attention to be petted from his new best friend. His face is adorable, he looks like a little child that played in the dirt. Taeyong fondles with his floppy ears lovingly, earning an eager tail wagging. His mood lifts up a little bit, but he still misses his little princess Ruby. He is sure they would go together perfectly.
His cuddle session is interrupted by Jaehyuns coming back with neatly folded clothes and a towel, handing it over with a smile. “Here you go, everything is prepared. I am going to clean up Button and feed him. You can leave your clothes on the washing machine, so I can wash them. If you need anything, just call for me.”
Taeyong thanks him with a bow, ignoring the way his voice shows how much he must have cried. He doesn’t know how to show his gratitude properly without breaking into tears, not daring to embarrass himself again. His steps to the bathroom are hurried, anticipating the warmth and comfort of the shower with every cell of his body.
Jaehyun knew that Taeyong would look good in his clothes because he is already striking and gorgeous, but when he walked into the kitchen dressed only in his t-shirt, Jaehyun almost had a heart attack. He wasn’t prepared and so wasn’t his brain. His brain seems to shut down completely, not knowing how to react or what to do.
Taeyong looks ethereal with his wet hair and the unsure smile, truly the prettiest fairy he has ever seen. The puppy eyes are killing every single intact braincell. The smaller man has a shy look on his face, but it completes the image right in front of him. Jaehyun straightens up as he tries not to stare too much and make the poor man uncomfortable, his ears flushed. He probably looks like a dumbass in love with heart eyes.
Maybe he is.
“Thank you so much, Jaehyunnie… I really don’t know how to show it, but I–I am so grateful you were there to keep me sane”, Taeyong mumbles as he blushes furiously, but the sadness in his eyes is still visible. Jaehyun wishes he could take all the pain away.
“I am sorry for causing you more trouble than I already have. Seems like fate always finds a way to bring us together… Isn’t that funny?”
The last sentence is followed by an awkward laugh, it almost sounds too fake. Taeyong scratches his neck like he’s being caught and seems to cringe with his whole body as he realizes what he just said. But his eyes still crinkle in the cutest manner, they sparkle even in the dimmed lights of the kitchen.
Jaehyun waves it off with a big smile, glad that Taeyong feels a little better. The relieve is intense in his body and he is sure it’s apparent with the way he breathes out. His heart is lighter in his chest and the mood around them seems airy and familiar, just like the first time they met in his apartment.
“I promise I won’t ask. Please don’t feel pressured to say anything just because I helped you, Hyung. And I am glad fate works so hard. I like being around you a lot.”
The silence stretches between them like a tough chewing gum, stuck on the bottom of your shoes. Taeyongs eyes widen comically, he looks like he is going to faint.
Jaehyun realizes what he just said, his brain to mouth filter is clearly not working. He wants to punch himself. Just as he tries to talk his way out of this, Taeyong suddenly smiles so bright, it almost hurts how beautiful he looks. Even his cheeks got redder and his eyes seem to shine brighter with every passing second. He wishes he could capture that moment and keep it forever in his mind. His heart beats crazily in anticipation as Taeyong comes closer with every step, stopping right in front of him.
He looks unreal and if this is a dream, Jaehyun doesn’t want to wake up ever again.
The self-consciousness suddenly takes over. He’s very aware that he might have dirt on his face and clothes, probably also smelling like sweat and rain. Damn Button for dragging him through the wet grass and playing fetch in the rain.
“Thank you, Jaehyun. I will never forget what you did for me. This means a lot to me. You are helping me so much.” Taeoyong leans in, his breath warm against Jaehyuns cheek. The kiss is short, but he is sure he won’t ever forget that feeling again. It’s short and sweet, like a silent thank you. It truly warms Jaehyuns heart, which works even faster every time he is in Taeyongs presence.
“I will sleep on the couch, okay? Please don’t argue with me, I am stubborn. You won’t win anyway.” He cheekily turns away and walks to the living room like nothing happened, but Jaehyun stands there moonstruck. His fingertips touch the spot where his lips landed and he smiles dumbly to himself.
He finds the way to the bathroom in a haze full of fairies and big doe eyes, his brain completely mush. The sudden cold light strains his eyes, he only realizes how tired he actually is and how much the cool rain affected him. But everything is worth for Taeyong.
Yawning he grips the clothes of the latter and throws them into the washing machine without even looking, his body automatically on shut down. Hopefully he can slide into his sheets as soon as he is done showering.
Something lands on the ground, visibly against the white fluffy rug. He groans like an old man as he bends down. His back hurts from the long walk with Button and the exercises he did with Yuta days ago.
Jaehyuns fingertips touch the soft material and his eyebrows shoot up, it’s something black and smooth, but… it doesn’t look like a normal brief. He eyes the fabric carefully, the crease between his brows deep. Without a second thought he picks it up and lets out the loudest gasp, Taeyong can probably hear him from the living room.
The shiny black thong is simple, yet very pretty with the tiny pink bow as detail. Taeyong was wearing this the whole time they were together? Why was this so erotic? Jaehyun can’t help but imagine what Taeyong would look like in his bed, only wearing that little piece of fabric with his legs wide open, begging Jaehyun to do anything he wants. Sweat breaks out on his whole body and his heart beats crazy. He doesn’t know if he’s allowed to see such a private thing like Taeyongs underwear and on top of that question his choice of clothing.
Jaehyuns body reacts on his own and suddenly his throbbing cock seems also too interested in his thoughts.
His breath doesn’t calm down nor does his brain, suddenly the wildest imaginations appear in front of his eyes. With shaking hands, he throws the thong into the machine, like he burned himself and turns away as fast as he can.
The rain is still thundering outside like it did hours ago, covering every single bit with water. Normally the splashing sounds against the windows sooth Taeyongs nerves, but after today, it does the exact opposite. Nothing but pitch blackness is to be seen and it scares the hell out him.
The couch is extremely comfortable and the pillow is soft and still firm enough. Yet he still can't sleep, something is frightening him. And the darkness seems to make it worse, the lights from outside are forming bizarre shadows on the walls. He hasn’t looked on his phone since arriving here, but he can’t handle all the calls and messages from his friends and most likely from his family.
Button is fast asleep, snoring lowly on his bed.
Taeyong wonders if Jaehyun is still awake? He already asked for so much and the guilt is still very apparent. He can’t just walk into his most private room in the middle of the night and beg for any kind of company and comfort, just because he’s scared.
The skin underneath his eyes hurts when he rubs them, but the ease of sleeping never comes to save him. He truly made the worst decision of this night. Also, his butt freezes even with the fluffy blanket. His thong is in the washing machine and the briefs and pants were too big to be worn comfortably without them slipping right off his legs. But Jaehyun doesn’t need to know.
Goosebumps rise on his skin. This night is already horrible enough and the lashing rain against the window scares him to the point where he has to hide underneath the blanket. It get’s hot and stuffy underneath, so he throws the cover back and gets up.
Defeated and anxiously he walks to Jaehyuns bedroom, trying not to make any sound that could possibly wake him up. The door is opened a little bit, nothing but steady breathing of Jaehyun is to be heard. It’s soothing.
His heart beats at a fast pace as he walks slowly in, not seeing anything but the vague form of Jaehyuns body on the bed. Light floods into the room, but it’s still not enough to see properly. Taeyong feels really bad for doing this, but he is so sleep deprived and scared, he can’t stand the silence and loneliness in the living room anymore. Today was really hard on him and hopefully Jaehyun will understand it.
So, with a little hesitation he sits on the edge of the bed and gets all his courage together to breath his name out, scared of his reaction.
“Jaehyun? Are you awake?”
But nothing comes back, he just grunts and the sheets rustle as Taeyong leans further in to touch his shoulder. He gulps and presses his legs together as he touches the warm and soft skin. Jaehyun sleeps very naked and Taeyong doesn’t know what to do with this information, his hand stills in concentration. A dark rumble from outside takes over his decision, so he speaks louder, but he still sounds breathless and nervous.
Finally, Jaehyun opens his eyes a little in confusion, the sleep clearly fogged up his brain. Taeyong feels already bad for doing this, but the relieve is taking over his body. He smiles a little unsure, anxiety high in his nerves. Jaehyuns nose wrinkles as he tries to comprehend what is happening right now, his hand coming up to rub his eye.
“Yong? Why are you still awake?”, his voice is huskily and full of sleep, it tingles on his skin. The question is justified, but thankfully he doesn’t sound pissed off or angry. Taeyong wants to coo at him, he looks like a giant teddy bear waiting to be cuddled. Jaehyun shuffles a little further to the left to make room for him and lifts his arm, so Taeyong can lay on the space he was previously laying.
“C’mere, gorgeous.”
The words set his body on fire, it’s suddenly hot and stuffy in the room. Jaehyun’s words are innocent, but the rational part of his brain is on shut down again. He lets the breath out he was holding in and slowly lays down, hoping his body doesn’t betray him a second time tonight. The sheets are warm and soft against his bare legs, they smell exactly like Jaehyun. He takes a deep breath and lays on his back, not daring to touch any part of Jaehyuns body.
But the latter has other plans. He slides his arm over Taeyong without a warning and presses him firmly against his chest. He can feel the steady heartbeat like a melody against his back. Jaehyuns hand lays on Taeyongs belly, he feels hot and cold at the same time, causing the smaller to shiver out of the blue. Jaehyun seems to notice it, his big hand sliding down and coming in touch with his thigh.
If Taeyong wouldn’t know better he would think Jaehyuns brows are furrowed with a big question mark, his breath seemingly to quicken as if he’s waking up properly now. His temples burn as he remembers he’s wearing no underwear. Sweat and panic breaking out at the same time. Jaehyuns hand slides higher and higher and stills on his upper thigh. The heat spreads like a wildfire. Taeyong presses his eyes together, the urge to open his legs and give him more access is overwhelming.
“Jaehyun?”, he asks without knowing what he is trying to say, desire taking over him. His voice is shaky and breathless. The atmosphere around them is suddenly not sleepy anymore, the tension rising higher up. Moments pass by, but no words are coming from Jaehyun. His hand is still on its previous place and it’s becoming harder and harder not to concentrate on the fact that Jaehyun is only wearing briefs.
“Is this okay?”, he asks with the warm breath against Taeyongs ear. The latter nods as he doesn’t trust his voice, anticipating what’s going to happen next.
Jaehyuns hand slides underneath his t-shirt again with more confidence, touching his belly softly with his fingertips. The smaller twitches and sucks in a breath, it’s a very ticklish and sensitive area. He doesn’t like to be touched because of his own self-consciousness, but he knows somewhere deep in his heart that he can trust Jaehyun. Besides it’s dark in the room, so the latter can’t see anything.
Taeyong leans subconsciously further back and his bare ass comes in touch with fabric. He gasps as he feels the heat radiating off of Jaehyuns cock. A little embarrassed he tries to keep space because he isn’t shameless, but Jaehyun presses him further his crotch with his strong arm, clearly enjoying it. Taeyongs mouth is agape, the desire to touch him getting worse with every passing moment. So, his hand finds Jaehyuns and his fingers trace along the veins, a newfound thing he likes to do. Fire burns on his skin as they touch. He wants to suck his long fingers until all the saliva dribbles down his chin, making a mess between them.
His thoughts are eating him up, he has to do something. Feeling bold he rubs his ass against Jaehyuns crotch, at first a little lightly but then going harder. It is so good and god, Taeyong can feel Jaehyuns big cock throbbing. His mouth waters and he is sure he will go crazy. Not knowing what's going on behind him is thrilling and it does things to his brain.
“You shouldn’t do that if you don’t want me to devour you right now”, the message is clear in his stern voice. He sounds like he is holding back, but Taeyong wants to see the untamed side of him.
So, he detaches himself from Jaehyun by gently taking his arm off of him and straddling the latter’s hip, sitting directly on his hard cock. Jaehyun makes a surprised sound and then groans loudly, his hands coming up to stabilize the man above him. The tension between them is hot and electric and Taeyong loves the bruising feeling of Jaehyuns strong hands on his waist. His own cock throbs almost painfully underneath his t-shirt and wants to be touched so bad. Taeyong is almost positive that precum is smearing on Jaehyuns abdomen and if he notices he doesn’t say anything.
Jaehyuns body is warm and made to be explored, so he places a hand his on his chest. Taeyong swallows as he feels the firmness underneath it and Jaehyuns heart beats fast. It soothes Taeyong, knowing he isn’t the only one that is feeling this way.
His hand wanders slowly to Jaehyuns strong arms, the hairs standing up. Prominent veins are running thru his muscles. He feels like a giddy and excited teenager, touching his crush and feeling him.
Jaehyun flexes his arms and in that moment it’s the most adorable thing. Taeyong can’t help but giggle, the anxiety and tension leaving his body. His hand wanders to Jaehyuns cheek and he can feel the smile on his face. Taeyong touches him dimples with the tips of his thumbs. He wishes he could see Jaehyun properly. He leans down slowly, their faces are only inches apart. Hot breath is fanning over his face. Silence stretches between them. Jaehyuns thumb rubs little circles on his skin and it causes goosebumps all over his body.
The sensation is overwhelmingly warm, like a cozy warm night in the winter.
Jaehyuns hold on his hip gets stronger as he takes a deep breath, “Can I kiss you?”
The smaller doesn’t thinks twice as he leans down, their lips touch in a soft embrace. His heart almost bursts as they kiss very gently and careful. Jaehyuns lips are a little chapped, but they feel so good on his own one. They move slow and softly, Taeyong can taste the minty toothpaste. His eyes are closed as they kiss and he lets Jaehyun take the lead. It’s innocently, soft and warm. They part to take a breath in between, but their lips find together like they are drawn to each other.
Jaehyun gets a little bolder as they continue, the pretty fairy seems to be more comfortable with this position. He bites Taeyongs bottom lip and starts to rub his half hard cock against Taeyongs ass just slightly, causing the smaller to moan into his open mouths. Jaehyuns tongue slips in and Taeyong whimpers, suddenly becoming a little embarrassed of his reaction. The latter is a little shy and clumsy at first as he tries to simulate Jaehyuns tongue movements, but when they touch it’s suddenly becoming a fight for dominance. It’s filthy and hot as the saliva drips down their chin. Taeyong rubs himself on Jaehyuns abdomen like a bitch in heat, desperately searching for friction. He whimpers again as they part, both of them breathless and hot.
Jaehyuns hands wander aimlessly around Taeyongs body, stroking every inch of exposed skin. It feels like they’ve known each other their whole lives and the feeling won’t stop getting deeper under his skin. A whirlwind of ecstasy runs thru his veins, like the storm outside of the windows. Taeyong trusts Jaehyun, even so much that he is willing to try something he has imagined for so long with him. The idea forms in the latter’s head and he can’t stop thinking about it.
Gathering all his courage, he opens his mouth and asks with his prettiest voice, “S–sir, can I please suck your cock?”
Jaehyuns breath hitches as he processes the words Taeyong said. The latter hopes he didn’t step over boundaries, but the exact opposite happens. It’s like a switch turned on and the air in the room changes into something animalistic. Jaehyun grabs Taeyong a little harder and glides the latter down, so he can sit properly up against the headboard of his bed. Jaehyun leans to the right to turn the lamp on the nightstand. Both squint their eyes as they adjust to the light.
Taeyong looks ethereal like this, sitting on his folded legs and without makeup on. His big eyes are practically glued on Jaehyuns face and it really boosts his confidence. His cheeks are flushed and his lips are red and slick with spit. This is a picture he would like to see every day.
But Taeyong seems a little nervous sitting between Jaehyuns legs, so he takes his small hand and slides it over his own body, starting from his neck down to his abdomen and then he stops. His eyes never leave Taeyongs’ as he watches his reaction, feeling every dip of his muscles. The latter bites his lips, his gaze directly on Jaehyuns crotch, where his bulge is visible. His cock is throbbing with want, to feel his mouth directly on it.
Suddenly Jaehyun remembers something that engraved itself into his mind. The day they met, when he walked past Taeyongs door, hearing his loud voice as he was pleasuring himself with the toy he bought. Jaehyun recalls the words so vividly in his ears, like he is standing in front of Taeyongs apartment again.
“Do you wanna be a good girl for me?”, Jaehyun asks with his deep voice, his fingers playing loosely with Taeyongs. The latter gasps as the words reach his ears, fire burning on his skin. He whimpers and clenches his thighs together, the blush becoming more visible and spreading out down to his neck. He still stares at Jaehyuns cock, not sure how well he will do.
“Y–yes, please”, Taeyong breathes out, every ounce of patience leaving his body. Saying those words in a sober state feels so intense and sensual. Without taking his eyes off of the smaller, Jaehyun slowly pulls his briefs down. His cock springs free and lays hard on his abdomen, begging to be touched. The air is cooling and helps to pull himself together, but one look to Taeyong and he turns into a mess.
“Please, who?”
Taeyong doesn’t register the words as his gaze lingers on Jaehyuns crotch, his thighs rubbing together and his own dick sitting uncomfortably trapped between his legs. Jaehyun grabs his cock and starts stroking it lovingly, hissing at the contact. Precum is shining invitingly at the tip and god, Taeyong wants to lick it. Embarrassed of his own thought he searches for Jaehyuns eyes that are trained directly on him with desire.
Taeyong swallows, “P–please, sir?”
Taeyong eyes drop down to the hand again, his breath ragged and hard. He imagines it’s his own one, too small to grab it completely. His asshole clenches around nothing, needy to be filled. Taeyong moans lowly at the thought. Jaehyun bites his lips and groans as he starts stroking harder, his cock pulsing so deliciously under his touch. He is sure he will come only from Taeyong watching him, so he stops touching himself.
“Aren’t you such a good princess, waiting for me to say something?” Jaehyun smiles as he cups Taeyongs hot cheek. His thumb is playing with his lips, smearing precum on them. It leaves a silky sheen and Taeyongs tongue follows the trace almost instantly. His eyes are innocent yet seductive as he does it, leaving Jaehyun question why they didn’t meet sooner.
He pushes his digit gently into Taeyongs mouth; it’s hot and wet as saliva overflows and drips down his chin, onto his t-shirt. The latter touches the pad with the tip of his tongue and begins to suck on it, closing his eyes to escape Jaehyuns burning gaze. Taeyong whimpers as the thumb pushes down his tongue and he tries not to gag as it glides deeper. Jaehyun is looking for any sign of discomfort, but Taeyong makes the prettiest noises and it seems like he enjoys it.
“God, you are so gorgeous, Taeyong. I wanna fuck your pretty mouth so badly. Would you let me do that?”
Taeyong releases the digit with a loud slurp, the connecting string of saliva shining in the dim light. He licks his lips, still tasting Jaehyun in his mouth. Slowly Taeyong bends down and hesitantly grabs Jaeyhuns cock. It’s red and hard, throbbing as he holds it gently. He was right, his hand is too small to grab it fully. Taeyong gives the head kittenish licks, looking up shyly to see Jaehyuns reaction.
“S–so good”, he moans muffled, intimidated by Jaeyhuns eyes that bore into his own. Taeyong still looks as he takes his cock as much as he can into his mouth. It’s too big for Taeyong, but he swallows down more, slow but steady. He presses his eyes together as they start to water, already reaching his limit and he didn’t even take him fully. Jaehyuns teeth clack together as he tries not to fuck Taeyongs mouth right there. His hand on Taeyongs head, playing with the strands to encourage him.
Determent to be a good girl for Jaehyun, Taeyong starts bobbing his head. He breathes out thru his nose, trying to keep up the speed. Saliva is thick in his mouth, perfect for Jaehyuns cock to slide. His hand strokes the part he can’t reach with his mouth, but Jaehyun seems to enjoy it. He groans and grunts with his deep voice, praising Taeyong with little compliments, being called a slutty princess. It makes his body vibrate with the want to please him so bad. His own cock rubs against the sheets and the friction is so good for his sensitive cock. He whimpers loudly and stops sucking, the sensation too overwhelming.
But Jaehyun doesn’t stop there, grabbing Taeyongs head and fucking slowly into his mouth again. Taeyongs eyes form tears, the burning sensation in his throat getting worse with the minute and his jaw hurts badly. As soon as he pulls off, he starts coughing with tears streaming down his face. It’s messy and filthy, spit is everywhere. The bedsheets have stains on them with Taeyongs precum, his t-shirt has dark patches on it and Jaehyuns cock is coated with fluids.
Jaehyun is concerned at first; his hand still on Taeyongs head, caressing it. But when Taeyong grinds against his bed like a bitch in heat, a sly grin appears on his lips.
“Look at you, gorgeous, can’t even take my cock?”
Taeyong only shakes his head, not daring to look up. Jaehyun enjoys every second of Taeyongs visible shame, the humiliation of his words is clear. His cock is already in his hand, spit slick and hot. His thumb plays with his slit, teasing the sensitive tip. The slick sounds are filthy and Taeyongs big eyes seem too focused on his movements, but still not looking into his eyes.
“Use your words, baby.”
“N-no, I can’t… I am s–sorry, sir.” He sounds so honest and sad, it’s breaking Jaehyuns heart. He hums as he plays with Taeyongs hair, not wanting to scare or hurt the pretty fairy because he looks like he is going to cry if they continue like this. Jaehyun wants him to enjoy it too, even if it’s not perfect and clumsy. An Idea starts forming in his head.
“Don’t be ashamed, gorgeous. We have plenty of time to get to know what we like”, Jaehyun promises with the softest voice, not wanting to pressure him into doing something he can’t. The smaller makes a choked off noise, trying to comprehend what Jaehyun is implying.
He let’s go of Taeyongs hair and kneels, so the pretty fairy and Jaeyhuns cock are on the same eye level. The question marks are practically written on Taeyongs face, the words at the tip of his tongue. Jaehyun grips his hair to keep him steady and starts pumping his length again. The blush creeps down Taeyongs neck as soon as he realizes what is going to happen.
His breath doubles as Jaehyun plays with the crown of his tip, the precum oozing out and shining in the dim light. The taller groans as he clearly reached his limits, the hot feeling pooling in the pit of his stomach, burning thru his veins like fire. He really wants to cum on Taeyongs pretty face.
Taeyong can’t help but grind against Jaeyhuns mattress, completely turning into a whimpering mess. The friction is so good paired with the wet and filthy sounds of Jaeyhuns cock, too much to handle. Sweat drips down his face and body and his legs feel numb from sitting on them the whole time. His orgasm creeps down his spine, causing goosebumps everywhere. His ass clenches around air and his nipples are hard as rocks. One touch on his sensitive buds are enough to make him cry out. The orgasm crashes down on him with the heavy weight, softly slurring Jaehyuns name with his high-pitched voice. His mouth hangs wide open, his moans turning into choked noises. Cum stains the bedsheets and his t-shirt darker, his legs shake badly. His body slumps forward, but the hand in his hair reminds him to stay upright.
The whole picture of Taeyong only fuels the fire in Jaehyun even more, coming with thick spurts on his face. He strokes himself thru his orgasm until he’s too sensitive to be touched. Jaehyun and Taeyong are both panting, trying to come down from their high. It’s sinful how beautiful Taeyong looks, there is cum on his cheeks, nose and lips. The smaller licks his lips like he is savoring the moment and turns beet red when he sees Jaehyuns burning eyes on him again.
Taeyong smiles a little shy as Jaeyhun reaches out to kiss him again, the post orgasm bliss visible in the way they sloppily move. The smaller sighs happy, glowing with the pure feeling of being content. The sticky and wet fluids on his skin are getting uncomfortable and it seems that Jaehyun thinks the same. He gives him one final peck on the lips and then gets on his feet to bring wash cloths. His heart flutters as the taller tells him to lay down in his soft voice, Jaehyuns hands are caring and gentle as they clean Taeyongs body up. He hisses when the warm cloth touches his length and Jaeyhun gives him an apologizing kiss.
They change the bedsheets and lay there with a big and happy sigh. Taeyong is still too shy to take his t-shirt off even tho it’s stained and he feels still dirty in it. Jaehyun doesn’t seem to mind, already pulling him into his chest so they lay face to face. Taeyong can’t help but yawn while giving Jaehyun the most radiant smile, his eyes already closing. Jaehyun turns the light off and throws his arm around Taeyongs back, kissing his shoulder tenderly. He takes a deep breath, nuzzling into the crook of Jaehyuns neck and placing a hand on Jaehyuns chest. It’s perfect like this, he could die happily in this moment. He easily drifts into the loving arms of sleep.
“Sleep well, gorgeous.”