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For normal people in this world, a flower’s nectar tastes sweet and it gives them life. It’s a thousand times more addicting than cocaine. Sucking a flower’s nectar is an orgasmic, eyes rolling to the back of the head, experience. The viscous sweet goop lifts all their burdens and takes them to the edge of euphoria. Not only does consuming the nectar relieve their stress and give them strength, vitality, and energy, but it makes their blood boil with the need to feed and release into the sweet nectar.
Every morning, Taeil is woken up by the sensation of nectar rushing out of a nipple the younger’s gifted lips suck on. As reliable as the Sun is to rise, so too is Taeyong reliable to always awaken first and to always lay down between Taeil’s legs to start feasting on breakfast. Every morning, the hardest decision is which nipple he wants to suck on first. This morning, he picks pink left nub that he neglected last night. As soon as he flicks his tongue on the jelly, sweet, nearly transparent golden nectar bead. He closes his eyes and laps it greedily. His body doesn’t crave, it demands more.
Practiced lips vacuum seal over the bud and pump streams of nectar up through the peaks. Every drop of syrup that he gulps down his throat fills him with life, radiating his skin, engorging his muscles, and strengthening his bones. With more of the sticky nectar torrenting down his thirsty throat, Taeyong’s eyes roll all the way to the back of his head, his heart swells, and his throat growls a hungry moan that reverberates through the perfect pretty little body underneath him. The nectar instantly sweetens as Taeil’s conscious body begins to arouse. His left thumb rubs the aroused pink peak on Taeil’s neglected right tit. Compared to how the left one is now almost flat after laps of greedy abuse, the right is a plumpy A-cup. It's begging for him.
Left tit still secured in his hot needy mouth, Taeyong’s eyes open like a predator on hunt who just locked its eyes on its prey - said prey’s eyes flutter open like a new butterfly learning to flap its pretty wings. Taeyong waits until Taeil’s soft eyes meet his before sliding across Taeil’s chest to latch onto the pink bead of the right nipple. Taeil’s back arches and Taeyong hooks a thick arm under the open space to pull Taeil’s fresh supple tit deeper into his insatiable mouth. As if the sticky nectar wasn’t addicting enough, the moans Taeil’s pretty mouth sings put him under a spell. Taeyong flutters his own eyes close when he feel Taeil’s gentle fingers card through his hair.
“Taeyong…!” Taeil’s sleepy voice whines. The only thing sexier than Taeil’s sleepy morning voice was the high pitched squeal that resembled chants of ’Taeyong! Ah Taeyooongg!!’ whenever his thick cock buried itself inside the elder. Taeyong sucks even harder, flicking his tongue over and over the sweet jelly to draw out more nectar. Taeil gasps and his fingers curl around Taeyong’s blonde hair to push the younger’s skull into his tit - not that Taeyong would ever dare to pull out before it’s sucked dry.
Timing the switch from drinking to breathing is tough because it’s impossible to do both simultaneously. Often, the golden nectar fountaining out of Taeil is too precious to sacrifice. At this fork, he always chooses to drink his life’s worth of Taeil instead of breathing. So, a glob of Taeil’s barely-there-swell is vacuumed into Taeyong’s mouth where teethmarks are sure to show around the circumference of Taeil’s pec. A flattened tongue swipes over the nub and then curls back to repeat, each time the nipple squirts thick and delicious nectar. And then death itself appears; with a pointed tongue, Taeyong presses incessantly on Taeil’s nipple.
“Taeyyyy!” Toes curling, Taeil’s beautiful arch collapses to drop them both onto the bed with a bouncy thud that only pushes more of the tender flesh into Taeyong’s mouth. The sensation is overwhelmingly pleasurable! Taeil’s tugs on the blonde strands but Taeyong doesn’t budge. Instead, he flattens a heavy open hand over Taeil’s middle and pushes down to hold the smaller male still so that he can continue syphoning without interruption.
“Yongie!” he mewls, but it’s hard to speak when it feels like his own oxygen is being sucked out of him, leaving him breathless. His body betrays him and gives itself to the needs of his fiancé. Taeil throws his head back into the pillow and his chest rises to feed Taeyong. Taeil falls into a haze wherein he can do nothing but lay back and feel every mouth watering, heart pounding suction. Like 6 evenly spaced roads converging at the top of his nipple, he feels the streaming tickle of warm nectar sloshing through 6 veiny ducts. The tingly sensation was alike to soda bubbles that pop and fizz on touch…except it was so much stronger and all of it was concentrated on one point where Taeyong’s lips molded around.
Taeil sighs in bliss and smiles ear to ear, his body nearly convulsing from being juiced. One last time (at least for a few of hours), Taeyong’s full lips pucker around the whole right nub. With the obscene sound of a wet kiss, Taeyong’s lips finally detach from the now raisin like nipple. Coming off his own high, Taeil’s skin glows like gold under a summer’s Sun. Taeyong rests his chin on Taeil’s sternum and inhales large gulps to cool his burning lungs. He can feel Taeil’s heart thumping wildly below the paper thin skin on his chest.
Satisfied with his feeding, he surges up to capture Taeil’s small face in his hands in a heated kiss. Taeil’s saliva, although still warm and tasty, isn’t nearly as potent. But that’s okay because at least now he can taste Taeil with a clear mind. The younger speaks in between pecks to Taeil’s sweet lips, “morning hyung” then starts to pepper Taeil’s cheek with soft pecks. The elder blushes into the barrage of kisses as if he hasn't woken up to the same attack for the past 4 years. Taeil’s heart calms but the butterflies in his stomach flutter appreciatively under the affection of Taeyong. He never wants to wake up without Taeyong on top of him.
In an hour, they’d have to part to start their day. But for now, Taeyong, stomach full and heart content, curls his handsome face into the junction of Taeil’s neck and shoulder and kisses the warm skin there. Never one to waste sustenance, Taeyong’s wet pink tongue darts out like kitten licks to soak up the sheen of sweet nectar sweating out of Taeil’s neck. He nuzzles his nose into the golden neck and smiles to himself knowing that in a couple of more hours it’d be lunchtime.