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“Oh my god.”
Sprawled on the bed, Keeho’s limbs laid clumsily beside him, his chest rising and falling in jagged breaths. His lips were glossy and swollen, hot breath grazing Taeyang’s chest. Legs hooked around the older man’s waist, he guided him deeper, pushing his heels into Theo’s back.
“Quiet, I don’t want them to hear us.”
“Oh my goddd!” Keeho wailed, his mouth hanging open and his hands clasping against Theo’s chest, “Right there!”
Taeyang sighed, rolling his waist into the younger man’s hole harder. He lifted his hand and placed it over Keeho’s mouth, closing it in one swift motion. “Quiet,” he hissed.
Keeho moaned into Theo’s palm, his eyes rolling into the back of his head with each thrust. A few muffled curse words escaped his lips as he was slammed into the mattress. Keeho was in pure bliss, seeing colors each time Theo hit him in the right spot. He couldn’t help that Taeyang knew what made him weak, he couldn’t help making those loud cries each time he felt just a moment of the older member’s touch.
“You look so pretty right now,” Keeho said, muffled against his hand.
“Just right now?” he stopped moving for a moment, “I’m not always pretty?”
Keeho whined at the loss of friction, “You’re such an asshole. Stupid whore… oh sorry, I mean… You’re so pretty all the time, my Taeyang…!”
Theo chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling with amusement before he thrust into Keeho. Grunting softly, he began pounding into him harder, grabbing him by the waist to keep him still. Taeyang began kissing Keeho’s chest, biting softly as he showed Keeho no mercy.
Gasping for air at the quickened pace, the younger man let out a moan so loud Theo’s hand couldn’t suppress it. And the sound just didn’t stop. He sobbed, completely overtaken by pleasure to care about the consequences of any of this. Keeho felt whole as Taeyang’s cock pumped into him, rotating around his prostate rhythmically.
Theo felt too high off of lust to care anymore, he leaned in messily to kiss him as he felt the younger man tighten around him, his hole pulsing. Pleasure began pooling in his core, creating a pressure so strong it caused Taeyang to curse under his breath.
“I… oh fuck, I’m…” Keeho purred, “Theo! Oh fuck I’m–”
His hands plunged into the skin on Taeyang’s back, his grip leaving pale red scratches along his shoulderblades. He felt the flood burst from his body, nerves shooting from his lower torso upward, his cum splatting onto both of their chests. His body shook with each breath, loud gasps and whimpers escaping his lips as he pulled Theo into a tight hug, holding him in a firm grip as the older member emptied himself inside of him.
They remained motionless for a moment, shivering and panting, before Taeyang lifted himself so he was perched above Keeho, looking down at him with playful eyes. Leaning in to kiss him, Theo pursed his red lips sweetly before being interrupted by a loud knock on the door.
“What the hell is going on in there?”