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“i want to be loved.”
the man sitting in front of new stared at him mid-chew, confused. “are you not?”
new pouted. “i am. but, like, a different kind of loved.”
“what do you mean?”
“i want to be loved by you,” new said.
tay straightened his back in his chair, putting down his utensils. “i love you, you imbecile.”
“are you?”
“what the fuck do you want?” he asked hotly, already very offended.
new huffed and ignored him. he pouted as he resumed chewing, attention fixed on his food the whole time.
they continued eating in silence.
the weird atmosphere lingered during the car ride back home. new drove in silence while tay kept himself busy with the playlist. he could not help glancing at new every few minutes, but new’s face remained flat, almost unreadable.
tay braced himself. something was going to happen. he was not sure what it was, but it made his heart flutter a bit.
the anticipation was almost unbearable before new opened his mouth. “te, i’m being serious.”
tay inhaled noisily like he made a point. “okay. you’re being serious about?”
“being loved.”
“being loved? by me?”
new hummed in agreement.
“aren’t you already being loved by me? do i not show it enough?” tay’s voice was sharp and impatient, but they both knew that was not what he meant.
“you show it. but,” new cut himself off as he made a turn to his apartment building. “you’re too distant.”
“i’m too distant?”
“like, right now, you don’t even hold my hand.”
tay glanced at new’s hands. large and strong and both holding the steering wheel. it was too dark in the basement to see him properly, but tay just knew new was smirking. he swore there was a glint in his eyes, too. his boyfriend was just asking for trouble, for whatever reason.
but tay indulged him. he played along because he enjoyed the triumphant look on new every time he did exactly what new wanted him to. he held new’s hand anyway, even though it was a little too far and he had to stretch his upper body to reach it.
“you’re literally driving.” his voice sounded flat because he could not decide whether he needed to sound irritated or amused.
“but i want to be held,” new whined.
the unreasonable request, plus the way new said it while he parked the car in reverse, stirred something familiar in tay.
“alright, i’m holding you right now.”
new sighed. “and now, how can i get out of the car?”
tay couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. “you are unbelievable. sorry for holding your hand like you told me to.”
they unbuckled themselves and got out of the car.
at the elevator, tay finally saw new’s face again. he smirked as he caught tay’s gaze in the reflection, one eyebrow lifting as he showed his empty hands. he burst out laughing as tay swore at him and reached out to hold his hand.
“and this is the best you can do?” he teased.
tay shuffled to stand behind him, crotch pressed against his ass. his other hand reached for new’s and gave it a gentle squeeze. “i can hold this too,” he offered playfully.
new rolled his eyes, hand reaching back to clutch tay’s cock through his pants. “i can do it too.”
tay tightened his hand, rougher this time. punishing, almost hurting.
and then he saw it, something flickered in new’s eyes. delighted and amused. new pursed his lips a little. and tay just knew.
he sank his teeth into new’s bicep. “you’re such a pain in the ass, hin.”
new looked unbearably pleased. he pushed his ass back to tay. they stayed like that for the rest of the elevator ride, waiting patiently to reach their floor. both already hard and heavy in their pants.
tay did not waste a second the moment new closed the door behind him. he shoved him to the nearest wall, mouth feverish and searching along new’s neck. his hands slid on their own inside new’s shirt.
“te, calm down,” new giggled. “let me take off my shoes first.”
with a hand on his shoulder, tay guided new down onto his knees at the same time his pants dropped to the floor.
“you asked me to love you.” tay’s breath hitched when new licked the underside of his cock. “this is me loving you.”
looking up from below, new held tay’s gaze as his tongue swirled around the head in circles, lapping at the bead of precum there. he parted his lips, took just the head in his mouth and sucked.
the suction was immediate and perfect, making tay groan out loud, his head tipping back.
“fuck, your mouth,” tay rasped, gripping new’s shoulder. “so fucking hot.”
new took his length slowly until the head nudged the back of his throat. tay watched as he steadied himself and eased forward until his nose brushed against tay’s trimmed hair at the base.
tay wanted to die right there.
“hin,” he groaned. “hin, fuck. oh, god. you’re made for this.”
new scoffed, still with cock in his mouth. the vibration went straight to tay’s spine. he stared stupidly as new bobbed his head. the sight was mesmerizing; cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide, lips stretched. when new smiled wickedly, tay could feel he was dangerously close.
“hin, hin, baby.” he pushed new away frantically. “stop. i’m too close.”
new pulled himself away from tay without looking away. a string of saliva connected his bottom lip to the head.
he was standing upright while tay tried to recover. impatient, he grabbed tay’s jaw with his hand and pressed his mouth to tay’s, still tasting like him.
tay kissed him furiously. all tongue and teeth. he shoved new back to the wall and ground his naked crotch to new’s jeans-clothed front. new moaned to his mouth, high and needy. he hooked his leg to tay’s hips, holding him impossibly closer.
“please, p’tay,” he mock-moaned, breath heavy on tay’s throat. “please, fuck me, p’tay.”
the honorific was the last push tay did not really need.
tay kicked his pants around his ankles, then half-dragged, half-lifted new to the sofa. they crashed together in a messy heap, new on his back, busy with sucking tay’s collarbone. tay’s yanked his shirt over his head, then shoved his jeans and underwear down to his ankles. new’s cock slapped against his stomach, already leaking.
“hands above your head,” tay ordered, watching new laugh breathlessly beneath him.
new stared at him, eyes bright and open. “why would i?”
smirking down at him, tay grabbed both of new’s wrists and pinned them against the sofa cushion. his other hand wrapped around new’s neck, firm and warm. he leaned down and forced his tongue into new’s mouth, kissing him deeply.
“because this is how i love you, baby,” he drawled.
new bit his lip harshly. “fuck off.”
tay grinned. his hand wandered from new’s neck lower to his sternum, to his stomach, and squeezed his hips hard. his fingers dug to new’s ass, pulling his hips closer to the pulsing heat against his own lower stomach.
suddenly, his whole body froze.
“what’s wrong?” his boyfriend asked.
“i forget where i put the lube last time.”
the sound coming from new was pure frustration.
they stumbled around trying to get up, searching for the bottle. in the end, tay found it in the bathroom, half hidden between a facial wash and a bottle of expired shaving cream. he insisted he never put the lube there, but when he came back, ready to defend himself, new was bent over the sofa, looking between the cushion. stark naked, completely unaware of the effect he had on tay.
“hin, don’t move!”
tay rushed to grab his phone. new pressed his lips together as he snapped several pictures from behind. tay’s cock grew impossibly hard the more pictures he took.
new peered back at him, back dramatically arched. “do you need me to pose, p’tay?”
tay dropped his phone carelessly as he shoved new against the back of the sofa. new laughed at him as his hands worked faster than his brain, fumbling with the bottle of lube.
he made sure to pour a very generous amount over his fingers before his middle finger found new’s entrance. he spread the lube around the tight ring of muscle, circling slowly. when he pushed two fingers in none too gently, he heard new’s breath hitched.
“you always take me perfectly.”
with his lips pressed against the nape of new’s neck, tay dragged his fingertips along the inner walls. the touch was smooth and unhurried. his thumb rubbed over new’s perineum and new let out a loud groan.
he started scissoring, taking his time like he usually did. tay inhaled deeply, new’s scent fogging his brain. his skin begged him to lick, to kiss, to nibble, until it was red and raw.
“is this what you want?” tay mumbled, kissing his temple.
“depends,” new shuddered softly. “is this you loving me?”
tay pressed his finger firmly against new’s prostate, making him moan sharply. “this is me loving you.”
new turned his head toward tay. his hips rolled down to meet every thrust of tay’s fingers. dazed, brows knitted together, he might be one of the most beautiful things tay had ever seen.
“well,” he whispered, eyes full of challenge and mischief. “show me more, p’tay.”
tay pulled his fingers out. “lay on the sofa.”
with a sly grin, new climbed over the sofa. his gaze was heavy and inviting as tay approached with deliberate stillness. he huffed when tay blew out a long breath.
“calm down, p’tay,” he said, reaching out to tug tay over. “i know you love me, p’tay.”
tay let himself fall completely on top of new, almost crushing him. in his sad attempt to steady his heartbeat, he hid his face on the crook of new’s neck. the only thing he could feel was new’s cock against his own. he only then realized he still had his shirt on.
“don’t call me that,” he pleaded.
“what?” new shifted his legs, now his legs comfortably caging tay between them. “p’tay?”
tay grunted. he gripped the hips beneath him tightly, rubbing the head of his cock against that slick hole. “you know what it does to me.”
“what does it do to you, p’tay?” new took a hold of tay’s hair, forcing him to lift his head. the strained look on tay only widened his smirk. he cupped tay’s face with both hands, kissed his lower lip sweetly and whispered, “my p’tay.”
the first thrust was rough and hard, knocking the air out of their lungs.
for a moment, they stayed perfectly still. tay could only feel new. new was everywhere. his dark eyes, always knowing, full of secrets. his lips, slightly parted, like he wanted to say something but the words kept dissolving on his tongue. his beautiful face, loving and demanding all at once.
suddenly, tay felt a burst of emotion. his chest was full of an overwhelming urge to hold new, to keep him close, to give every part of himself to him. his hin. his love.
“i don’t know what got into you earlier,” he rasped. “but i love you. i swear.”
new smiled. the first genuine smile he had given all day. he ran his fingers through tay’s hair lovingly. “i know.”
“so please don’t ever question that.”
“i’m not.”
“it doesn’t matter if you don’t love me too.” tay buried his face against new’s neck, licking at the pulse on his skin. he wanted to cry. “actually, no. i’d die.”
the sound of glee coming from new made tay’s heart ache more. “oh, p’tay,” he cooed. “please don’t die.”
tay rocked into him slowly. he was savoring the warmth on his cock and the explosive emotion on his chest. new hummed into his mouth, thumbs stroking tay’s cheek.
then he squeezed around tay unexpectedly. tay grunted, his hips twitched.
“enough with this lovey-dovey shit.” new clenched again. “let’s fuck.”
tay bit new’s jaw.
“you demanding piece of shit.”
new was delighted by the way tay hooked his leg high over the backrest, while the other remained bent against the sofa. and when tay’s cock twitched visibly, new was unbearably thrilled by it.
with one hand pinning both of new’s wrists above his head, tay leaned against the back of the sofa for leverage. his right hand gripped new’s raised thigh, pushing it even further back. the angle folded new open, almost bending him in half.
tay felt dizzy with want.
new smirked smugly. the satisfied look on his face was unmistakable as tay lined up the head of his cock against his glistening entrance.
“remember this every time you forget if i even loved you.”
a long, guttural moan escaped new as tay sank into him, all the way to the base.
the sofa creaked beneath them as tay fucked him. new’s back arched as he took all the love tay gave him, all the love he had been asking for the whole night. the way he was folded only making the angle steep and delicious. his toes curled every time tay hit his prostate. the pace was fast, bruising and possessive, just like how he liked it.
tay could not look away. every twist new’s expression pulled him in further. he wanted to give, give, give.
“you ruined me,” he breathed.
new’s broken laugh only drove him crazier. his hand left new’s wrists to pin both of his thighs against the sofa. new grabbed fistfuls of the shirt, yanking tay closer.
“harder,” he demanded.
“greedy little thing.”
but tay pounded his hips faster until new’s whole body jolted. his pace became desperate. every time tay drove in, he ground against new’s prostate, dragging broken moans and curses out of him.
the sounds coming from new were magical. tay could only keep fucking him helplessly. he could ask for anything, what could tay do except give it to him? when tay handed him his whole existence so easily?
“baby, hin, hin,” tay choked. “please have mercy.”
and that was it. new closed his eyes, body jerking almost violently.
tay came from the way new came apart. the pleasure hit him so hard he thought his heart might actually give out.
after the aftershocks faded, tay let himself collapse on top of new completely. the cum on new’s stomach soaked into tay’s shirt. it was sticky and disgusting, but new wrapped his arms around tay’s shoulders in a bone-crushing hug, ankles locked around tay’s ass. he let a very long exhale.
they stayed like that for a while, catching their breath.
when it started getting cold, tay stirred.
“you could ask nicely in the future,” he said tiredly. “p’tay, please fuck me roughly.”
new chuckled softly, face serene. “not fun.”
he kind of agreed. this was much more fun.
“do i show you enough, though? how i love you?”
he could feel new’s wide smile against his cheek as he kissed him fondly.
“yes, very much. thank you, p’tay, for loving me.”
if he could, tay would inject the feeling straight into his veins. he would live with it every day, forever. with new in every beat of his heart.
hin, hin, hin.