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Doyoung wiped his tears.
The curtains of the window moved as it was open. It was spring, and months like this always affected Doyoung's mood. He felt completely irrational, with no control over his perception of things. It was frustrating, making him feel completely powerless.
“Hey, look at me.”
Doyoung looked at Taeyong, who held his chin to make him meet his gaze. Taeyong, unlike Doyoung, continued to dye his hair after all these months together. Now he wore an orange color on his face and a smile that was just for his boyfriend. He settled comfortably by his side on the bed to cradle his face in the palm of his hand.
“I’ve always felt embarrassed to look at people while I cry,” said Doyoung.
Taeyong's smile softened. “And looking at me doesn’t make you feel that way?”
Doyoung finally gave a small smile. “No, with you, things feel right. The other day I collapsed in front of Johnny, and he was trying to make me look at him, but I couldn’t.”
Taeyong tried to keep his gaze calm, not letting the thoughts crossing his mind show on his face. However, he said something that wasn’t necessarily what he was thinking. “So why did you explode at that moment?”
Doyoung sighed deeply and settled into the bed, staring up at the ceiling. His hands went to his face to try to wake himself up, and also to see if that would help hold back the tears that wanted to keep coming.
“I know it’s silly because I’ve been preparing for this for months, but I’m really stressed about having to start being a switch director next week. I know I have the skills, but I’m scared. And we were doing the set rehearsal with Johnny and anxiety just got the best of me. I ran out of there and he followed me. I didn’t want anyone to see me, but it didn’t go the way I wanted.”
There was a silence. Doyoung couldn’t see the slight frown on Taeyong’s face. Otherwise, he would have immediately known what he was thinking.
But once again, Taeyong spoke. “You’re still doing therapy, right, baby?”
Doyoung nodded and looked at him sideways. “Every week.”
Taeyong smiled at him and propped himself up on his elbows to look at Doyoung. “Good boy.”
Doyoung held his gaze as he heard him say that, and after a few seconds, a small laugh escaped his mouth.
“What?”
He wiped away the tear that had slipped out while he was telling him everything with his wrist, and then held Taeyong’s chin with his hand. With his fingers, he traced paths over his jaw, his cheek, and gently touched the small scar Taeyong had under one of his eyes.
Doyoung felt a lot when he cried. Perhaps more than usual. His whole body connected with his emotions, becoming completely sensitive to any gesture, any touch, even any word. Taeyong knew this by now, and so he sketched a mischievous smile at Doyoung's silence.
“Nothing,” Doyoung said as he settled back on the bed, letting Taeyong closer to him.
Taeyong laughed, “Oh, c'mon.”
The chemistry was exquisite, the trust seductive. His eyes felt puffy from crying, his throat somewhat gritty and his body tired. But still there was a part of him that begged for a little more, that begged for that touch that he knew it melted him into a big mess. Taeyong made things worse when he looked at him like that, and Doyoung couldn't help biting his lower lip as he looked at him.
His hand on his cheek slid down through his skin to the nape of his neck, hiding his fingers in his hair to grasp it with little finesse. Like that, Doyoung brought Taeyong's face close enough so they were just a couple of inches apart.
“I want you, baby.”
Taeyong sketched a broad smile, and without a word, swung his leg over Doyoung's hip to sit on top of his boxers. There, he settled in nicely to feel it, and from his smile one could tell he liked the erection he felt.
“I'm always going to find it adorable when you get horny when you're done crying.”
Doyoung rolled his eyes and leaned on his hands to raise himself a little to Taeyong's height. “Shut up, would you?”
Taeyong let out a few chuckles and wrapped his arms around Doyoung's neck. “I think I'll do anything but shut up, baby.” With her mischievous grin, he left a tender kiss on his lips.
Doyoung sat up properly to leave his chest tightly attached to Taeyong's, and with the thrust, he took Taeyong's lips and kissed them without much calmness. His hands traveled to his hips which had begun to move over his boxers, and gripping his skin he invited him to move harder. When he did, Doyoun’s lips parted for air, letting out a sigh of one who begins to feel a slight vibration of pleasure.
Doyoung and Taeyong didn't live together, but a few weeks ago they spent more at Taeyong's apartment than anywhere else. Doyoung already knew the place like it was his own palm, and there were even a couple of his clothes stored as if he lived there. Since they started being together things seemed to go quiet and calm for a long time. They both tried hard to maintain the bond, and they both reminded each other from time to time how much they used to detest each other when they worked together. Just for the laughs. Now they all had lunch together at work, Doyoung, Taeyong, Johnny, Yuta, Jungwoo, and that seemed to crown the pinnacle of tranquility they felt surrounded their days lately.
Taeyong thought of all that as he kissed Doyoung. His hands caressed his back and slowly pulled off his nightshirt. They broke apart just for that instant, and took the opportunity to look into each other's eyes for a few seconds. They were still puffy and he looked vulnerable even as there was a hunger for him in his eyes. And when he smiled at him, it was inevitable not to think about it.
Would Johnny be a better support than him?
“I love you,” Doyoung whispered, and Taeyong stared at him with some surprise.
“I love you, Doie.”
A smile from Doyoung and he kissed him again, this time with a slowness that ignited absolutely everything on Taeyong. Bites on his lip, scratches on his lower back, firm hand on his butt. Taeyong began to feel hot quickly, and the movements of his hips over Doyoung's erection began to grow more impatient.
“I need you inside me.”
Doyoung gave a mischievous grin, and without looking, lifted his hand to the night table to reach for a lube.
“Take off your clothes for me.”
Taeyong heeded him. First it was the shirt, then it was the boxer, glistening how hard he was too. Doyoung stared at him as if he were water in a desert. When he sat back on his lap, Doyoung took his erection in his hand and began to stroke it. There, with his face close to his, he smiled at him in the most charming way he knew how.
“Would you ride me, baby? Please.”
Taeyong felt his arms ruffle his hair and his breath begin to come in shortness of breath from sheer excitement. He bit his lower lip hard, and with a frown at the way he was touching him, he simply nodded at his question.
“Good baby boy,” Doyoung murmured against his lips. He brought the lube up to one of his hands. “Prepare yourself for me.”
Taeyong didn't hesitate for a second. He took the lube as his breath hitched more and more at Doyoung's hand, and swallowing deeply, he spread the slimy cream over his fingers to begin preparing himself.
A small moan escaped him, and Doyoung smiled with a certain sadistic air. Taeyong had his eyes closed as he pushed his fingers into himself to bathe himself in lubricant.
“Is this good, baby?” asked Doyoung as he began to touch him harder. Taeyong nodded, and Doyoung bit his lower lip mischievously. “I can't hear you, baby.”
“Y-Yeah, Doie,” blurted out Taeyong with a thread of voice, pleasure roaring through his spoken words. “It's too good.”
Doyoung was losing it all from how excited and horny he was. Seeing Taeyong like this was driving him crazy, making him lose his temper and motivating him to seek more and more of him. That's why he approached him to kiss him with a certain fierceness, with an uncontrollability that only Taeyong provoked on him. Taeyong moaned against his lips, Doyoung bit them every time he heard it. There was a heat between them that felt exquisitely unbearable.
“Now ride me.”
Taeyong nodded and brought his hands to Doyoung's boxer briefs to pull them off quickly. He positioned himself on top of him again, and with his knees supported himself while his hands touched Doyoung's erection. Up and down, down and up. Quickly, desperately. He bathed it with the remnants of lubricant left on his hands, and when he could take no more, he put his hand on Doyoung's chest to lay him down so he could sit on his hips. Slowly he began to put it inside him, and when the tip made it through, a sweet moan escaped him, one that was sustained until he got it all the way in.
Doyoung's lips were parted, his chest heaving back and forth. His hands traveled to Taeyong's legs, and quickly grasped his small waist. He looked at his body with apprehension. He looked at his tattoos, how thin he was, how small he could be in comparison to him. And shit, what a delight of a man.
Doyoung's hand went in search of Taeyong's erection to start touching it. “If you move slow, I'll touch you slow. If you move fast, I'll touch you fast. It's all up to you, baby, but just know that I want to see you cum all over my abdomen.”
Taeyong managed a sly smile as he listened to him, and without a word, began to move gently at first. Doyoung complied with his words and embraced the length of his member carefully and slowly. He tantalized him by stroking the tip with his thumb, with releasing it from time to time only to his surprise and discomfort.
Taeyong was devouring it with his eyes, and suddenly, he rested both his hands on Doyoung's abdomen and began to move fast. Perhaps faster than Doyoung expected. Taeyong could see how his boyfriend was beginning to lose patience quickly. He could tell in the way he was touching him and in the way little moans came out of his mouth. Because he was moving well, fast, full and deep. He was doing it the way he knew he liked it, and he didn't plan to stop until he felt inside him that hot liquid he so loved to feel running down his legs.
“Fuck, baby...” Doyoung blurted in a whisper. “You're delicious.”
Taeyong was panting, his mind in a completely higher place than the building they were in. His hands slid from his abdomen to his chest, and he didn't care if at a certain point Doyoung's hand could no longer touch him leisurely. His mission was to reach his neck, and when he succeeded in doing so, he reached around him to hang him with his usual care.
Doyoung looked at him with his mouth half-open and with a little surprise, but with excitement throbbing wildly. He felt the pressure on his neck, felt his hips wiggle to make him thrust in and out of him, felt his penetrating gaze on him. It was fucking heaven.
“You're mine,” Taeyong said between moans. That had come out without much thought. They weren't a very possessive couple with each other at this point, but Taeyong felt the need to say it. “You're so fucking mine.”
Doyoung couldn't answer him. Taeyong was moving so well and so fast that he had him eclipsed, and the pressure on his neck only gawked at him more than usual. It was a very weak spot for him.
“I'm...” and Doyoung couldn't continue speaking. Taeyong had tightened his movements even more and lost it all. Without expecting it, he cum inside him with a loud grunt as a companion to the climax.
But Taeyong didn't stop moving. It did make him slower and fuller, but he didn't stop moving. He let go of his neck to take Doyoung's hand and bring it to his erection, sitting well back on his hips so he could touch him as he needed to.
“You're...?”
Doyoung was barely present. That he kept moving had him moaning and groaning, but he kept touching him anyway, this time hard and fast.
“I'm... y-yours,” Doyoung cried, completely gone.
“Fuck,” Taeyong blurted. He continued to move desperately and Doyoung joined him with his hand that showed him no mercy. The room was a mess of gasps and moans, and when Taeyong could finally cum, he made a mess all over Doyoung's abdomen.
Still, he fell limp on his boyfriend's chest, who quickly knew how to hug him to himself even though they were both panting and completely sweaty.
There was a silence between the two as they recovered. Eyes closed, lips parted. Heat melting between them and sweat soaking their bodies. The bed was in disarray and from the curtain the spring wind was still blowing in. Doyoung was the first to come to his senses, and from just glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, he smiled. Taeyong was all flushed, exhausted and gone with pleasure. He looked utterly beautiful in Doyoung's eyes, and for the same reason he couldn't help but let in a kiss on his hair.
“I love you,” Doyoung told him sweetly.
“Hm...” Taeyong barely mumbled as he lifted his gaze to him. He stared at him with his wide eyes for a few seconds, and Doyoung knew only to raise his eyebrows in some amusement at such silence.
“What, baby?”
Taeyong settled just a little to cup Doyoung's face with one of his hands, and well up close to him, he frowned with a certain playful air. “Doie's mine.”
Doyoung let out a few chuckles and took his face to kiss his lips. He tasted his mouth for a few seconds before moving to the rest of his face to leave small kisses all over his skin.
“I'm completely yours, Taeyong.”
But Doyoung didn't know why there was so much emphasis on remembering that he belonged to him. He didn't even get the idea, and only allowed himself to feel funny about it. On the contrary, Taeyong had a strange feeling in his chest. One that he only knew how to understand when he asked a couple of questions.
“Do you have the last rehearsal tonight?”
“Yeah, and then I'm going with Johnny for a drink. Next week I start directing it live.”
Taeyong avoided saying anything. He just nodded and hid his face in his neck. After a few seconds, he sighed.
“It will be fine, baby,” Taeyong said, but he didn't know if he meant it for Doyoung's debut as a director or for his irrational concern for Johnny.