My Ideal Type Is Kang Taehyun | TaeGyu

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tw// explicit sex | reminder: everything written here is fiction and made for entertainment purposes only. if it bothers you, just skip :))

^pic collected from pinterest

The door clicked shut; Beomgyu pinned the younger against the door to kiss him feral. All the running had his patience wear off to the point where his head was clouded with only one name.

"Taehyun-ah..." Beomgyu hummed softly, mouth just a finger apart from the other, hands groping the younger's ass before capturing his lips again.

Letting the older suck and lick his tongue for a while, Taehyun slightly pushed his chest, "Hyung...bed."

Beomgyu hoisted the younger by his thighs, ensuing a startled gasp that made him chuckle. Taehyun wrapped his arms around his neck tightly as Beomgyu carried him to the bedroom. The older made him sit on the soft mattress, claiming his lips almost instantly. Taehyun too responded eagerly. His hands came up to caress Beomgyu's cheeks while the other's was all over his chest.

With a mutual smooch, they parted so Beomgyu could plant slow kisses down Taehyun's neck.

"Beom—ohh." He sighed in contempt when he felt the other nibbling his nape, his fingers now tangling with Beomgyu's raven hair.

Beomgyu pulled away, the two finally taking the moment to look at each other's flushed states, their ragged breaths echoing through the room.

Lower lip chewed by his teeth, Beomgyu flicked his gaze down to Taehyun's sweater, then back to his doe eyes.

"Are we...really doing it...?" Taehyun asked, guessing by the older's hungry stare.

Don't get him wrong! He was truly turned on by their make-out and he'd made up his mind already. But now that this was actually happening, he felt... strange. As if all of it were too good to be true.

"Not if you don't want to." Beomgyu hugged the younger, his hand rubbing comforting circles on the younger's clothed waist.

"...I heard it hurts a lot..." Taehyun mumbled almost inaudibly. Hadn't Beomgyu been so close to him, he'd have missed the uncertainty in his tone.

He smiled warmly, pulling Taehyun closer to nuzzle his neck. "For the first couple seconds it does but then it'll be fine."

"I...want to do it...with you—aaaahhh" Taehyun moaned out when he felt Beomgyu's teeth scraping under his ear. "It's just...I'm not sure how to make you feel good because I have no exper—mmph!"

Beomgyu cut off the younger's sentence with a rough kiss, grabbing Taehyun by the back of his head when he was failing to keep up. He pulled away to glare at the younger, in no mood for bullshit.

"Why does it always have to be you who's making me feel good huh?" Beomgyu's voice quivered, he was angry and hurt. "Since the day we've met, you are the one doing this and that for me, be it lying or paying for my friends' dinner or just scolding me! Fuck the payment, Taehyun! I wanna...I wanna give you more than that! This time I want to be the one making you feel good."

Taehyun blushed at his words. This might be the first time Beomgyu was baring himself to the younger in this manner. His words and the emotion behind those had a bigger impact on Taehyun than he could imagine.

"I want you to be comfortable with this." And when Taehyun nodded with a meek smile, he leaned forward to kiss his forehead, "Hyung will take care of you, Taehyun-ah."

"I trust you."

Beomgyu pressed their lips in a kiss that was slow at first, gradually getting fervent. He bunched up the younger's sweater, at once pulling it over to reveal Taehyun's flawless chest. Instantly, he latched his mouth on his neck again, gliding his hot tongue down to repeat the ritual on his shoulders and collarbones, sinking his teeth onto the skin harshly to leave red blooms on his way down. The younger's fingers raked Beomgyu's hair, his bare body squeezed between Beomgyu's cold hands and warm cardigan.