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the skirt clungs to taerae's hips in a way that could only be described as scandalous, practically the size of a belt. the leather barely made it halfway down his thighs, and even then, it did a poor job of covering anything. every time he moved, it rode up just enough to make gunwook's heart race, the hemline hovering dangerously close to revealing more than it should, leaving little to the imagination.
as for the crop top, it was so tiny that the zipper was strained to its limit as it was pulled almost all the way up, leaving just enough space for taerae's belly to peek through beneath the hem.
gunwook swallows hard, his thoughts teetering on a dangerous edge, couldn't help but think the boy was the perfect combination of dangerously sexy and irresistibly cute. it was maddening, the way he could pull off something so daring with an air of innocence that only made him more captivating. he looked like trouble. trouble gunwook wouldn’t mind diving head first into.
taerae, oblivious to the chaos he was causing in gunwook's head, tilts his head with a dimpled smile and asks, "so, how do i look?"
gunwook was sitting on the edge of the bed, his knees slightly apart, while taerae stood pretty in front of him. it was almost cruel how effortlessly he pulled off the outfit the other so carefully chose, making the younger wonder how someone could look so pure and so tempting at the same time.
"you look... so pretty, hyung. i..." he stammers in reply, voice faltering as his gaze wandered over the older boy's figure. he looks him up and down, lingering a little too long on every bit of exposed skin. there was just too much showing. toned legs, the soft curve of waist, the teasing glimpse of stomach, the little birthmark just above his arm.
taerae tilts his head, a sly smile tugging at his lips as he stepped closer. "really? do i look better than those girls in boots you always fantasize about?" his voice drops, low and teasing. "or should i also grab a pair of those too, just for you?"
gunwook’s breath hitches, his hands curling into fists at his sides as if trying to steady himself. he swore he was about to lose his mind. taerae wasn’t just teasing, he was downright torturing him. his words, paired with the dangerously short skirt and the impossibly tight crop top, were making gunwook’s thoughts spiral.
"you're gonna ruin everyone for me, hyung..." the latter finally muttered, his voice strained, barely above a whisper. his gaze drops to the floor, as though looking at taerae any longer might make him combust, "fuck..."
taerae leans in just enough that the younger could feel his breath ghosting against his ear, the faintest hint of mint intoxicating. "good," he said softly, "that’s exactly what i want."
gunwook could only swallow hard, his mind a mess as taerae pulls back with that same infuriatingly innocent smile–just like their midnight gaming shenanigans, taerae was winning, and gunwook was helplessly, hopelessly at his mercy.
he places both of his large hands firmly on taerae's waist, palms brushing against the supple leather of the skirt, the smooth material slid under his fingertips as he gently guides taerae to turn in place. his hands staying in position, never leaving taerae's hips, as if afraid to let go. when he completes the spin, gunwook’s fingers unintentionally grazes the soft, warm skin just above the waistband of the skirt.
the contact sends a jolt through him, and a deep blush creeps up his cheeks. his heart hammering in his chest, loud enough that he swears taerae could hear it. the heat of the older's skin under his touch was intoxicating, and gunwook’s resolve threatened to crumble with every second.
his voice comes out soft, almost shaky, as he asks, "can i touch you, hyung?"
taerae tilts his head, his eyes locking onto gunwook’s with a mixture of curiosity and something unspoken, a spark flickering in his gaze. he leaned in slightly, lips curling into a subtle smile that sent gunwook’s pulse racing even faster.
"you already are, though?" taerae replied teasingly, "but if you’re asking for permission..." he steps closer, closing the already small distance between them, his hands gently resting on gunwook's arms, "then yes. you can."
gunwook’s breath hitches as the words sank in. his hands, still on taerae's waist, trembles slightly, but he couldn’t bring himself to let go. instead, his grip tightens ever so slightly, grounding himself in the moment. taerae’s warmth, the soft leather under his fingertips, the way his eyes glimmered with playful confidence. it was all too much, yet not enough.
he swallows again, possibly the 10th time for the past hour, his voice a low murmur. "you're going to be the death of me, taerae-yah..."
taerae chuckles softly at the lack of honorifics. "okay," he says, "i wouldn’t want it any other way."
with a surge of newfound confidence, gunwook slips his hands beneath the hem of taerae’s crop top. fingers grazing the soft warmth of taerae’s skin, tracing gentle, exploratory touches. the sensation made taerae jolt almost instantly, his body reacting in the way it always did, adorably ticklish and unable to stay still.
he squirms under the touch, his movements both endearing and tempting. a small, breathy giggle escapes taerae’s lips as he shifts, trying to evade gunwook’s teasing hands which has the latter's heart clenching, a soft smile tugging at his lips despite himself (because one thing everybody knows about taerae is that he will be laughing at the most inappropriate situations.)
taerae, for some stability, places his hands on gunwook’s shoulders, his grip tightening every time gunwook’s fingers brushed over a particularly sensitive spot. "yah, gunwook," he whines through a shaky laugh, his knees threatening to buckle from the relentless fondling.
but gunwook wasn’t about to stop. instead, he let his hands settle firmly on taerae’s waist, his touch grounding yet possessive. with a steady pull, he draws taerae closer, their bodies nearly flush and his gaze dips downward, lingering on the smooth expanse of exposed skin just below the belly button.
deciding to push his luck further, gunwook wraps his hands firmly around his waist, pulling him just a little closer, and without a second thought, he leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to that delicate patch of skin. his lips lingers there, soft and warm, the action making taerae freeze for a split second before his whole body shivered.
"gunwook-ah..." taerae murmurs, voice caught between a gasp and a plea, cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. the sensation of the younger’s lips against his bare skin sends a rush of heat coursing through him, leaving him breathless.
gunwook pulls back just enough to glance up, his lips still hovering near taerae’s stomach. his dark eyes meeting taerae’s wide, flustered gaze, and he couldn’t resist smirking. "you're so sensitive, hyung," he teases, his voice low and dripping with affection. "you should really be more careful. standing here like this, looking this good. it's dangerous."
taerae could only bite his lip, his fingers gripping gunwook’s shoulders tighter as his heart pounded in his chest. every touch, every kiss, felt like a deliberate assault on his sanity, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to pull away.
“dangerous how?” taerae asks, his voice laced with curiosity, though gunwook can’t quite tell if the question is truly innocent or deliberately teasing,
his resolve falters for a split second before his confidence returns. “well, for one... it’s me,” he says, voice steady and purposeful. his eyes lock with taerae’s, dark and intent. “and i want you. insatiably.”
before taerae responds, the younger's hands find their way to his waist again, firm yet gentle, pulling him forward until he finally settles onto his lap. the older boy’s legs fold neatly on either side of his hips, bodies pressed closer than ever.
taerae huffs, a soft sound of disapproval escaping him. “that's not what you were saying back in the studio, though,” he teases, raising an eyebrow. “you said you liked girls in boots, didn’t you?”
gunwook’s ears burn red as he groans, tilting his head back slightly in exasperation. “it was just reasoning! you know i picked those boots last minute and came up with that excuse on the spot!” his voice rises a little, the whine unmistakable as he tries to defend himself. “besides,” he adds, his tone accusing now, “you told matthew hyung if he’d like seeing you in these clothes!”
taerae smirks, clearly enjoying the way gunwook squirms under the weight of his teasing. he leans in just enough to close the distance between them, their faces inches apart. “and yet, here i am.” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry, the words hanging heavily in the air.
gunwook’s breath catches as taerae’s gaze flickers to his lips for the briefest moment before meeting his eyes again, his grip tightening slightly on taerae’s waist, his heart pounding like a drum. “you’re impossible.” he mutters, though the fondness in his tone betrays him.
“and you,” taerae replies with a knowing smile, “are hopeless.”
“i am. i really am,” gunwook admits, his voice dropping to a soft murmur, his eyes never leaving taerae’s. “have you seen yourself?”
the question lingers between them for only a moment before gunwook moves, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of his head. his fingers tangle gently in taerae's hair, anchoring him in place as he pulls him forward.
the older boy's teasing demeanor falters as their faces close the final distance. and then gunwook kisses him. it's firm yet tender, a kiss that seems to carry all the unsaid words and emotions gunwook hadn’t yet found the courage to voice. taerae freezes for half a heartbeat, his hands gripping the latter’s shoulders tighter as if trying to steady himself. but soon, he melts into the kiss, his lips moving softly against the other, tentative at first but quickly growing bolder.
the hand on taerae’s waist slips to rest on his back, pressing him even closer, their bodies perfectly aligned. the kiss deepens, slow and deliberate, each movement speaking volumes more than words ever could.
and when they finally part, taerae’s face is flushed, his lips red and slightly swollen, breaths coming in shallow pants. gunwook doesn’t move far, he simply rests his forehead gently against taerae’s, with their breaths mingling in the small space between them.
“see what i mean?” gunwook whispers, his voice low and almost reverent. “you're impossible not to want.”
taerae bites his lip, his flustered expression melting into a soft, teasing smile. “and you’re even more hopeless than i thought.”
“yeah, i am, you have no idea what you do to me." gunwook admits, his voice was low and rough, heavy with unspoken desire. his fingers find their way to the zipper on the crop top, idly fiddling with it, the metal cool against his warm fingertips.
the heat between them is almost tangible now, crackling in the air like a live wire. his eyes flickers between taerae's and the skin barely concealed by the tight fabric, control hanging by a thread.
taerae tilts his head, a knowing smile tugging at his lips as his voice drops into a sultry whisper. “mhm... are you gonna show me then?”
the question hangs in the charged air, daring and provocative, sending a fresh wave of heat through gunwook’s body. his grip on the zipper tightens as his breath catches, his mind was racing between hesitation and the overwhelming urge to close the ever-shrinking gap between them,
“don't tempt me, hyung,” gunwook groans softly, his hand slipping from the zipper to rest firmly on taerae's waist yet again, his thumb brushing lazy circles against the bare skin there. “because once i start, i'm not sure i'll be able to stop.”
taerae's teasing expression softens into something more sincere as he leans just a little closer, his lips barely brushing against gunwook’s ear. “then don’t. i can take it."
taerae shifts off gunwook’s lap, his movements hurried and fluid. before gunwook can question what he’s doing, taerae grabs his hand, tugging him up with surprising strength. gunwook stumbles slightly as he stands, his tall frame towering over taerae, though the smug look on the older boy’s face makes it clear he’s the one in control.
and then, without warning, taerae pushes him, firm, confident, and unapologetic. gunwook barely has time to react before his back hits the mattress with a soft thump. as he catches his breath from the fall, his wide eyes lock on taerae, who wastes no time climbing onto the bed after him.
gunwook props himself up on his elbows, his lips parting to speak, but the words die in his throat when he sees taerae swing a leg over him. the older boy straddles him effortlessly, right where he needs him, settling on him with a commanding confidence that has gunwook’s heart racing.
the older boy leans forward slightly, his hands planting firmly on either side of gunwook’s chest, effectively pinning him in place. the smirk that curves taerae’s lips is almost outraging, a mix of teasing and control that leaves gunwook momentarily speechless.
“you're full of surprises, hyung,” gunwook finally manages, his voice low and strained, his hands instinctively settling on taerae’s thighs. his fingers curl slightly against the fabric of the skirt, his grip firm but unsure of what to do next.
taerae tilts his head, feigning innocence even as his eyes sparkle with mischief. “what's the matter?” he teases, shifting his weight just enough to make gunwook inhale sharply. “you were so confident a minute ago. don't tell me gunwookie is nervous now.”
gunwook bites back a groan, his fingers tightening their hold. “you really don’t play fair, do you?”
taerae’s smirk deepens as he leans down, his face just mere inches from gunwook’s. “and yet,” he murmurs, his voice a soft, teasing whisper, “you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
upon hearing that reply, gunwook's lips twitch into a sly smirk, a flash of mischief sparking in his dark eyes. and as if for revenge, he slides his hands up from taerae's thighs and plants them firmly on his hips. his grip commanding, fingers digging in just enough to send a jolt through the older boy.
before taerae can react, gunwook presses him down-deliberately, firmly-right against his cock. the sudden sensation pulls a gasp from both of them, the friction sending a wave of heat through their bodies.
gunwook's head falls back slightly, a low groan escaping him as his chest heaves.
taerae isn't faring much better. the pressure, combined with the way gunwook's strong hands hold him in place, draws a breathy, high-pitched whine from his lips. his fingers instinctively clutch at gunwook's chest, balance momentarily faltering as the pleasure washes over him.
"ah," taerae breathes out, his voice shaky, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson. he tries to regain control, but the younger boy's hands on his hips hold him steady, unrelenting.
"what's wrong, hyung?" gunwook taunts, his voice low and teasing, though there's a husky edge to it that betrays his own struggle to maintain composure. "you seemed so confident a second ago." he mocks taerae's words earlier.
taerae glares down at him, though it's far from intimidating with the way his lips tremble and his breath stutters, "you're insufferable." he mutters, but the way his voice quivers takes any sting out of his words.
"maybe," gunwook says, his hands flexing on taerae's hips, "but you like it."
taerae's gaze falters, his resolve melts under gunwook's intense stare. "shut up," he mumbles, though it's barely above a whisper.
gunwook’s grip on taerae's waist tightens, his fingers pressing firmly into the soft flesh, enough to leave marks he’s certain will linger later. with calculated movements, he pulls taerae down harder against him, grinding their hips together with increasing intensity. the friction is electric, sending shivers coursing through both their bodies, leaving gunwook’s breaths shallow and uneven.
taerae’s reaction is immediate, his head tilting back as a soft, breathy moan escapes his lips. the sound is nothing short of heavenly, filling the room and sending gunwook’s heart racing. his body feels like it’s on fire, the sight of taerae perched above him, flushed and trembling, does things to him.
the friction intensifies as taerae moves against him, the leather skirt hiking up higher and higher on his waist with each deliberate grind. the smooth material bunches around his hips, leaving more of his thighs exposed. he lets out a shaky breath as the deliciously rough fabric of gunwook’s jeans presses against him, the texture igniting every nerve in his body.
he clings to gunwook’s chest, fingers curling against the fabric of his shirt as if it’s the only thing keeping him upright. his body shudders with every movement, his lips parted as little whimpers and broken moans slip past,
all while gunwook watches him with darkened eyes, completely enthralled by the way taerae looks–his hair messy, his cheeks painted a deep red, his crop top slightly askew from the movement. “always look so pretty like this," gunwook murmurs, his voice was barely above a whisper but enough to make taerae's eyes flutter open,
taerae meets gunwook’s gaze, with a dazed and vulnerable expression, it nearly undoes him. still, he says nothing, simply taking it all, his body pliant and yielding in gunwook’s hold. the way he moves against him, guided by the firm grip on his waist, has gunwook biting back a groan,
"hyung," the latter starts, voice dripping with a mix of command and reverence, and hands sliding just slightly, thumbs brushing circles into taerae’s skin as he presses him down harder, "lean back a little and let me watch."
taerae’s eyes flutter shut for a moment as the words wash over him. he lets out a soft, muffled whine in response, with his body obeying almost instinctively. slowly, he moves backward, his spine arching slightly as he leans away from gunwook. his movements alluring, as if taerae knows exactly how much of a show he’s putting on.
gunwook notices, of course, he notices everything. his grip on taerae’s waist tightens further, his fingers digging into the exposed skin where the skirt has ridden up. the sight is sinful, and he has to fight to keep his composure, his jaw was clenching as he tilts his head back against the mattress, letting the sensation take over.
his hands find their way to gunwook’s thighs, his fingers pressing into the firm muscles beneath them for balance. he settles there, sat perfectly, his body now fully on display for the younger boy. his skirt has ridden up completely, leaving very little to the imagination, the smooth expanse of his thighs glows under the dim light of the room, chest rising and falling with every shaky breath, and lips parted as he struggles to steady himself under gunwook’s unwavering gaze.
the latter swallows hard, adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes drink in the sight before him. taerae looks ethereal, his head was tilted back slightly, his hair was stuck messily on his forehead, and his cheeks were flushed pink with a mixture of exertion and shyness and gunwook could see every little tremble, every subtle shift of taerae’s body, and it drives him crazy.
“you're perfect,” gunwook mumbles, almost to himself, his thumbs brush over the sensitive skin just below taerae’s ribs, eliciting a faint shiver from the older boy.
taerae glances down at him, his gaze heavy-lidded but filled with something vulnerable, something raw. he bites his lip, his fingers twitching slightly on gunwook’s thighs as if trying to anchor himself. “this is so embarrassing,” he mumbles, his voice betrays the smallest hint of amusement, almost as if he enjoys the attention.
gunwook’s lips curve into a faint smile, his hands pausing at taerae’s waist. “embarrassing?” he teases softly, leaning forward just enough to catch taerae’s gaze. “hyung, you’re the most stunning thing i've ever seen. don't hide from me now.”
taerae’s blush deepens, his hands gripped gunwook’s thighs a little tighter, but he doesn’t move away. instead, he stays there, vulnerable yet so breathtakingly confident, letting the younger take in every inch of him. he looks wrecked, utterly divine, and gunwook can’t help but think that nothing has ever felt this good or looked this perfect.
his hips push up slightly to meet taerae’s movements. the friction between them grows unbearable, the denim of his jeans contrasting perfectly with the smooth thighs. it's intoxicating, the mix of textures and sounds, the faint squeak of leather, the rasp of denim, and taerae’s soft, heavenly whines.
taerae gasps as the rough fabric brushes against him in just the right way, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his body. "haah,” he whimpers, voice cracking with a mix of desperation and pleasure, his thighs trembling slightly as the sensations overwhelm him.
gunwook's hands now slide along taerae's legs, smirks faintly, his confidence surging at the sight of taerae falling apart above him as he watched the older boy press himself harder against his cock.
taerae moves on top of gunwook with a flow that feels almost unreal, his body rolling gracefully, each movement was purposeful and intoxicating as his hips sway with precision, the soft leather of his skirt brushes against gunwook’s thighs as he grinds down, slow and calculated.
gunwook can’t take his eyes off him, completely entranced by the delicious curve of taerae’s torso. the way his body arches and moves feels like a performance, one designed solely for gunwook to witness. the fabric of the crop top clings to taerae’s skin, lifting slightly with each motion, teasing just enough to show glimpses of his very endearing belly.
the growing tension between them is palpable, the heat radiating off their bodies as taerae continues his movements, each grind more deliberate than the last. gunwook’s breath hitches, his hands instinctively gripping taerae’s waist again, his fingers pressing into the soft skin as if anchoring himself to reality.
the subtle pressure of the boy's weight on top of him combined with the way his hips roll sends a sharp jolt of pleasure coursing through gunwook. the tent in his jeans grows harder, straining painfully against the fabric with every grind.
“taerae hyung,” gunwook rasps, his voice rough and low, barely able to get the word out. his head falls back against the pillow, his jaw clenched as he fights to keep himself together. the heat pooling in gunwook’s stomach becomes almost unbearable, growing stronger and more powerful with every press of taerae’s body against his. it coils tightly, an ache that spreads through him, making it impossible to focus on anything but the boy moving above him.
taerae smirks faintly at the reaction, his confidence surging as he picks up the rhythm, his body swaying with even more purpose. “what's wrong?” he teases softly, his voice breathy but playful. “can't handle me?”
he moves with a rhythm that’s almost hypnotic, his hips rolling in slow, but also deliberate motions, each grind sending shivers down gunwook’s spine.
“i can feel how much you want me,” taerae murmurs, he tilts his head, watching as gunwook’s expression shifts between pleasure and desperation, his flushed face and darkened eyes betraying just how close he is to losing control.
“hyung– 'm close,” gunwook whimpers, hips bucking against taerae’s movements, adding even more friction that makes the heat in his stomach twist into something unbearable.
taerae lets out a soft hum, his lips curving into a smile as he leans down just enough for their foreheads to touch. “you're taking me so well.” he whispers, his voice a mix of teasing and affection, his body continuing to roll against gunwook’s in a way that leaves them both breathless.
"fuck..." gunwook groans, his voice strained and trembling as his body tenses beneath taerae. the heat in his stomach finally snaps, and the overwhelming pleasure washes over him in a dizzying wave. his hips jerk involuntarily as he climaxes, the tightness in his jeans growing damp, leaving him flushed and breathless.
his chest heaves as he struggles to steady his breathing, his head falling back against the mattress. a faint sheen of sweat clings to his skin, and his dark eyes flutter open to meet taerae's gaze.
above him, taerae sits poised, his confidence radiant as he looks down with a satisfied smile. there’s a glint of playful pride in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curl just enough to tease without saying a word.
“you– you're really something,” gunwook says, his voice still thick and hoarse as he gazes up. his cheeks are flushed, both from the heat of the moment and the undeniable embarrassment of his own lack of restraint.
taerae chuckles softly, leaning forward so their faces are close. “told you i'd ruin you,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, but with a hint of affection behind the words. his fingers trace lazy circles over gunwook’s chest, his smirk widening as he watches the younger boy struggle to compose himself.
taerae then leans down, pressing a soft kiss to gunwook's lips, his body shifting as he does, causing the younger to let out a breathless whine from the lingering overstimulation. taerae smiles down at him, brushing his hair back gently.
"you did so good, baby," he says, voice full of warmth and praise. "let's take a shower now."
but just as he begins to rise, gunwook's hand shoots out, gripping his wrist and pulling him back down with a determined tug.
"where do you think you're going?" his eyes glimmer with mischievous intent, "you can't possibly think this is over, huh?"
taerae raises an eyebrow, feeling the heat between them rekindle. his body instinctively leans in closer, as gunwook's grip on him tightens, eyes dark with a mixture of impatience and desire. the air between them fills with energy, thick and heavy.
"i can't believe you still think you're the one in charge here."