Joon-Won's back met the edge of the bed with a soft thud, his shirt already rucked up from how Tae-hyun's hands had pulled at him during the heated kiss. It was slow and open-mouthed, their lips dragging, tasting each other between breaths until Tae guided him down completely.
Joon-Won didn't resist. Not yet.
The soft cotton of his oversized shorts bunched under Tae's knees as he climbed over him, bracing one hand on the bedframe and the other splayed flat against Joon-Won's chest. Both of them were flushed, still dressed but barely keeping it together, skin damp, breaths uneven.
"You swallowed," Tae whispered, voice low against Joon's jaw. There was a gleam in his eye something rare, something darker. "You fucking showed me your tongue like you were proud of it."
Joon-Won smirked faintly but didn't speak. His legs had parted slightly beneath Tae, just enough for him to fit there between them, bodies pressed in the center. Tae leaned down again, their chests meeting, his lips brushing Joon-Won's neck as he kissed along the pulse point and murmured, "You're too good at that to act so innocent."
Joon-Won exhaled hard through his nose. His hand flexed at Tae's side, maybe to take back control, maybe to anchor himself.
But Tae-hyun didn't give him the chance.
"You said you ever let anyone touch you like this?" Tae asked, voice a warm breath against his skin as his hand slid lower, beneath the hem of Joon-Won's shirt, tracing the firm slope of his abs before moving further down.
He moved two of his fingers to his own lips, wetting them slowly with his tongue while waiting for Joon's response.
"Mhm," Joon hummed, throat tight as he stared at Tae-hyun with slightly widen eyes at the sight.
Tae looked up at him as he slowly took his fingers out of his mouth and smirked slightly. "Good."
He kissed him again, slower this time, tongue dragging, teeth grazing the lower lip before trailing lower, mouthing at the spot under Joon's ear, then down his throat. Joon-Won shifted beneath him, breath catching when Tae's fingers slipped under the waistband of his shorts, not touching anything yet, just resting there, warm and close to his throbbing cock.
Joon's thighs tensed beneath him.
"You're nervous yet so hard," Tae whispered against his collarbone, smiling a little. "That's cute."
Joon-Won swallowed hard. "I'm not—"
He cut off with a gasp when one of Tae's fingers pressed lightly between his cheeks, pressing his fingers against his hole, just enough to make his breath hitch, not enough to enter. Tae's lips were still ghosting along his throat, open-mouthed and slow.
"Don't lie," Tae murmured. "You're tight here." His finger circled lazily against his hole, softly and teasing. "Clenching already. Just from this?"
Joon's hips shifted involuntarily, and Tae chuckled, soft and low.
"I haven't even done anything yet."
Then his mouth found Joon's nipple through the fabric of his shirt, sucking, and the finger finally pressed in, slick from Tae's own spit. Joon-Won jerked, trying to bite back a noise, but his eyes squeezed shut, one arm flung over his face as if shielding himself from how it made him feel. This was new to him, his body tensing up at the new sensation but he stayed still.
Tae-hyun started slowly thrusting it in and out, taking his time while Joon's clenched harder down around his fingers, he kept his face covered and his teeth gritted. Unsure of how he's supposed to act.
"This feels.. weird.." Joon mumbled quietly, panting every so slightly as he peeked through his arm to look at Tae who only arched his finger inside of him suddenly and speed up the thrusts, making Joon gasp out in surprise and cover his mouth quickly with both hands.
"Weird you say," Tae teased. "You're trying so hard not to make a sound."
Then suddenly, Another finger joined the first, slower this time, Joon's back arched under him and another gasp escaped his mouth.
"Tae.."
Tae eyes darkened once he heard his name being gasped out by the younger man and he started thrusting his fingers inside of him fast and deep, he tried his best not to be hard but whenever Joon would make the smallest noise he'd lose focus and go faster. "You like it.."
Joon-Won's hips bucked slightly, a quiet, guttural sound slipping out of him.
Tae leaned in close, lips brushing his ear. "Is this what you wanted when you dropped to your knees earlier? You knew I'd snap, didn't you? You knew what I'd do."
Joon's answer was just a rough exhale and a broken moan that he tried to stop with his own hand.
But when Tae shifted to press his fingers even deeper, trying to change the angle, and Joon suddenly moved.
Fast.
He grabbed Tae's wrist, stilling him, and without saying a word, took his fingers out and flipped them over.
Tae's back hit the bed in a blink, his legs still spread, shorts slightly askew. His shirt had ridden up, exposing his lower stomach and the trail leading down. His breath caught, caught off-guard.. not scared, just surprised.
Joon-Won hovered over him, chest rising and falling, eyes dark cheeks flushed.
"Did you really think," he said, voice low through heavy breaths, "I'd let you be the one to take me apart tonight?"
Tae blinked up at him, lips parted in surprise still as he stared up at Joon in disbelief.
Joon didn't wait for a reply.
He reached for Tae's mouth, pushed two fingers against his lips.
"Suck."
Tae-hyun did after a second of silence, slowly, obediently, eyes narrowing slightly in defiance but still doing as told. He wrapped his lips around the digits, tongue circling, swirling around them, wetting them down while Joon took Tae's shorts off, stripping him naked before pulling his fingers back and dragged those same fingers between Tae's legs.
Tae gasped as Joon yanked his shirt off then grabbed his waist, and pushed him flat to his stomach, ass up, arms folded beneath his chest. Tae turned his head, eyes half-lidded, panting.
"This is mine," Joon muttered, tracing a finger down the curve of Tae's lower back to his ass. "You hear me?"
Without waiting, he rubbed his hole lightly then pushed in slow, but deep, one slick finger easing past tight heat. Tae whimpered, hips jerking.
"Did you really think you were in control tonight, baby?" Joon whispered, breath hot against his back as he leaned over him. "You thought just because I swallowed, you'd get to fuck me?"
A second finger slid in.
Tae let out a broken moan into the sheets.
"Fuck," he gasped. "Joon—"
"You're lucky I let you get that far."
Joon leaned down, lips brushing the back of Tae's neck as he slowly moved his fingers, curving them just right like he knew where to press.
Tae cried out loud at the sudden switch, he was so turned on by all this every little move forced a reaction out of him, he arched his back, trembling, hole clenching hard around Joon's fingers.
"Right there?" Joon asked, voice low and teasing. "That's your spot, isn't it."
Tae gasped again, throat tightening as Joon's fingers fucked into him deeper, rougher now. pressing against that exact spot with deliberate rhythm. He tried to bite his lip to quiet the sounds, but a sharp slap to his ass made him jolt, followed by Joon's voice low and rough.
"Don't hold back. I want to hear everything."
Tae shuddered.
His body bucked involuntarily against Joon's hand, breath coming in ragged pulls. His face was flushed, eyes already glassy as he buried them into the sheets, the sound of slick skin and soft moans filling the room like heat.
"Look at you," Joon murmured, still fingering him without pause. "Thought you were gonna wreck me tonight. Thought you'd have me begging."
He leaned down, lips brushing Tae's ear. "You couldn't even get me all the way open."
Tae's mouth parted a breathless, almost laughing whine.
"Fuck you…"
"You're trying, baby."
Joon bit his earlobe lightly before pulling back. Tae-hyun felt the absence of his hand for only a moment before his hips were yanked up again, his back arched, the air cool against his fevered skin. Then the heat of Joon's chest pressed up behind him again, bare this time, he'd stripped his own shirt off at some point without Tae noticing.
Tae twisted to look over his shoulder. "You're really gonna—?"
The answer came in the slow, heavy grind of Joon's cock sliding between his cheeks, not entering yet, just teasing, dragging against his rim slick with spit from earlier.
"You're so fucking tight," Joon said, like he was marveling at it. "I can feel you twitching already and I haven't even put it in."
"Then fucking do it," Tae snapped, cheeks flushed frustrated by the teasing. "Or are you—"
And then.. Joon shoved in without warning.
Tae's whole body jolted.
"Ah—fuck—!"
His hands scrambled for the sheets, clenching tight as Joon filled him in one slow, steady thrust, giving no time to adjust but not hurting him either. It was precise. It was practiced. It was devastating.
"Still feel like you're in charge?" Joon muttered into the back of his neck.
Tae couldn't answer. Couldn't even think.
Every inch pushed deeper, pressing perfectly against his prostate, until Joon was fully sheathed inside him, breathing hard, fingers bruising his hips.
Tae whimpered.
"Say something," Joon ordered.
"For fuck sake…"
Joon pulled back, almost all the way out then slammed back in roughly.
Tae's cry was sharp, raw, echoing in the room.
Joon groaned. "You take me so fucking well."
He kept going deep, rhythmic strokes that had Tae trembling, his legs spread wide, ass arching into every thrust despite himself. He kept trying to hold it together, biting back the sounds, digging his fists into the bed but Joon was relentless.
"That spot again, right?" Joon said, angling his hips with brutal precision. "You make the prettiest sounds when I hit it."
"Shut up—" Tae gasped, voice cracking.
But he was falling apart already, his thighs quivering, his eyes squeezing shut with tears already threatening the corners. It was too much. The pressure. The stretch. Joon's cock pressing every nerve at once while his voice stayed maddeningly low, sweet, constant.
"You were so ready to touch me tonight," Joon whispered, kissing the back of Tae's neck. "Had your fingers teasing me like you wanted to ruin me."
He thrust again hard. Tae choked on a moan.
"And now look at you…"
Joon slowed his pace just long enough to drag it out, fucking him deep and slow, just to watch Tae tremble in pleasure under him.
"You can't even take me without crying."
"I'm not—fuck—crying," Tae said, voice shaky, broken, as one tear slid down anyway.
Joon kissed the back of his neck with a low groan.
"Then what's that?" he asked huskily.
"Fuck you…"
"Already doing that."
He moved faster again.. relentless, and now Tae couldn't stop the sounds. He was gasping, moaning, clutching the sheets like they were the only thing keeping him grounded. Every thrust made him jolt forward, ass reddened from Joon's grip and body slamming against his. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard knocking gently against the wall.
Tae was sobbing now. not from pain, not even from being overwhelmed. It was the kind of pleasure that hit too deep, too sharp, too good. His whole body trembled with it, his cock twitching and leaking cum against the sheets without even being touched.
Joon noticed.
"Oh… you came just from this?"
Tae nodded weakly, unable to answer.
"Didn't even need me to touch you, baby?"
Tae's voice broke. "Fuck— Shut the fuck up…"
But Joon didn't. He kissed his spine, slow and reverent now, his thrusts getting rougher, chasing his own high with low grunts.
"You feel so fucking good.. right and warm wrapped up around my cock," he whispered against his skin. "I could stay inside you forever."
Another broken moan from Tae, raw and wrecked.
"Gonna let me fill you up with my cum?" Joon murmured, breath trembling now too. "You want that?"
"Yes—fuck—yes…"
And that was it. Joon-Won came with a low, guttural groan, his hips grinding in deep, cock twitching inside as he spilled inside of Tae, warm, hot, slow pulses that made Tae twitch all over again.
For a moment, they didn't move. Just breathing. Joon's body pressed over Tae's, lips brushing his shoulder as their sweat-soaked skin clung together. Their shorts hung off them like forgotten clothes. The room smelled like sex and skin and heat.
Tae was still gasping, his face turned to the side, one tear sliding down his cheek onto the sheets.
—————
The air still shimmered with heat.
Their skin clung, sweat and slick and the lingering press of Joon's release still warm inside Tae-hyun. For a moment they only lay there, bodies still tangled, chests heaving in uneven rhythm.
Then Joon moved.
Not away. Not off.
He stayed inside.
Pulled Tae back up against him slowly, flushed skin to flushed skin, one arm winding under his chest to hold him close, the other trailing lazily down his stomach. Tae was still shaking.
"Too much?" Joon murmured into his shoulder, lips brushing lightly.
Tae just swallowed hard and shook his head. "Not even close."
Joon smiled against his skin.
Then he rolled his hips forward, deep, slow, not with the sharp impact of earlier, but a steady drag that made Tae gasp, his knees wobbling under the weight of it.
"You're still hard?" Tae asked, voice hoarse.
"No." Joon nipped his ear. "I'm hard again."
Tae's head fell back against Joon's shoulder with a broken sound, his body still sensitive. "You're insane."
"I'm not done." Joon licked a slow stripe beneath his ear, voice dark and thick. "And you're not crying anymore."
His cock was still sheathed inside him, hardening by the second, stretching him open again without ever having left. Joon's hips rolled, slow and hard, just enough to drag over that raw, over-sensitive spot inside.
Tae whimpered. "Joon…"
"Yeah?" Joon whispered, tongue flicking his earlobe. "What if I let you do this to me someday?"
Tae froze.
Joon's hand drifted down again, slow over his trembling stomach, fingers grazing the wet patch of Tae's leaking cock.
"What if you fucked me like this?" Joon murmured. "Held me. Made me moan into your ear…"
He rolled his hips again, harder this time. Tae moaned out loud.
"Imagine it," Joon growled, nipping his earlobe. "Me on my back, legs spread for you. Panting while you push into me for the first time. Desperate. Writhing. Hands in your hair. Needing you to go deeper."
Tae made a choked sound. "Joon—"
Tae was shaking, head falling forward, body twitching with every thrust.
"Stop—fuck—you're making me—"
"Making you what?" Joon asked. "Lose it?"
Another hard thrust. Tae gasped.. loud.
"You wouldn't last two minutes," Joon breathed against his neck. "I'd make you come just from the sound of me begging."
He thrust again.. deeper. Tae sobbed out a moan.
"You want to choke me while you fuck me, Tae?" Joon whispered. "Pin me down and make me cry for it? You want to hear what I'd sound like?"
"F-fuck… yes."
Joon shifted his angle. Slower. More deliberate. His cock dragged over that sensitive spot again, then again, building a slow rhythm, each thrust pressing a soft moan from his own lips, low and muffled against Tae's neck.
"Like this?" he whispered into his ear.
He moaned again, loud. A sound rawer than anything Tae had ever heard from him, drawn out and aching and Tae's knees nearly gave out.
"God—Joon—"
Joon bit his ear this time. "Would that drive you crazy?" he said, voice rasped from his own breathing. "If I made those sounds with you deep inside me?"
Tae was trembling now, whole body lit from the inside. He reached between his legs, desperate hand wrapping around his cock, slick and aching.
Joon didn't stop him.
"Go ahead," he said, voice dragging, still thrusting slow and deep from behind. "Stroke yourself. Pretend I'm under you. You want that, don't you?"
Tae groaned, pumping slowly, matching Joon's rhythm.
Joon pressed his lips directly to his ear now, breathing right into it, hips dragging forward with a brutal grind.
"You'd go slow at first, wouldn't you? You'd want to watch me take it. Feel how tight I get around your cock."
Tae's head dropped forward. "Fuck—fuck—"
"And then…" Joon's breath hitched as his own thrusts grew sharper. "You'd wreck me. Ruin me."
He moaned again, longer this time, deliberately close to Tae's ear.
Tae's hand moved faster now. His moans were ragged, lips parted, fingers slippery on his own cock.
Joon's voice dropped even lower. "You want to know something else?"
"What—what?"
"I want you to choke me."
Tae's hand stilled.
He twisted to look over his shoulder, eyes wide, sweat sliding down his temple.
Joon looked back at him, hair damp, lips parted, pupils blown wide with want.
"Do it," Joon whispered. "Let me feel it."
Tae turned fully in his arms and Joon let him, even as he stayed seated deep inside. Their legs tangled. Tae straddled him now, facing him, skin flushed and damp, cock twitching against Joon's stomach.
Joon pulled Tae's hand up, wrapped it around his own throat.
Tae's breath caught.
"Not too hard," Joon murmured. "Just enough. While I—"
He snapped his hips up.
Tae cried out, body arching, tears already in the corners of his eyes again.
"You're insane," Tae whispered, fingers tightening slightly on Joon's throat.
Joon moaned in response, his eyes fluttering half-shut but not stopping. He fucked up into Tae slowly, powerfully, hips relentless as Tae trembled on top of him, still stroking himself.
"F-fuck," Tae gasped. "You like this? You like me doing this to you?"
Joon moaned again.. needy, raw, not even trying to hide it anymore.
Tae's hand squeezed a little tighter. "You really want me to fuck you, don't you?"
Joon's lips parted but no answer came, just another thrust, another breathless sound, his eyes locked onto Tae's face like he couldn't bear to look away.
"Say it," Tae said, hand tightening again, grinding down into him. "Say you want it."
Joon's lips trembled.
"I want it," he rasped. "I want it so bad—"
Tae stroked himself faster. "Then moan for me again."
Joon's head tipped back, lips open and he did. Moaned loud into the air, broken and filthy and desperate. Tae's whole body responded like electricity. He leaned forward, crushed their lips together, hand still around Joon's throat as their bodies collided, one thrusting up, one grinding down, sweat slicking their skin, breath catching between kisses and moans.
"I'm—close—" Tae gasped.
"Cum on me baby.." Joon whispered. "I Want to feel it."
Tae's hand flew over his cock. His whole body jerked, eyes rolling back, moan breaking out of him so loud it echoed.
He came hard, hot and thick over Joon's chest, stomach, the strain in his thighs making him shudder even as Joon never stopped moving inside him.
Joon followed seconds later, one last roughl thrust, one last broken moan, spilling deep inside again while his arms locked tight around Tae's waist.
Both of them collapsed against each other.
Breathless. Shaking. Clinging like they were still moving.
Neither said anything for a long while.
Joon pressed a kiss to Tae's shoulder.
Tae didn't let go of his neck until Joon kissed his jaw too, gently.
Then he whispered, still breathless, "Told you… you weren't ready to top me."
Tae laughed, weakly. Joon softly placed his forehead against Tae's shoulder, eyes closed, panting heavily as he keeps Tae's body close to his on his lap.
Tae-hyun didn't answer.. But the flush in his face and the dazed look in his eyes said everything his mouth didn't.