When Kim Taehyung's fictional romance with his costar Jeon Jeongguk starts to feel more genuine than anything he accomplished in his entire acting career, he believes it shouldn't be a problem: after all, it's just acting.
But isn't it wrong to be...
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Taehyung didn't know what he was doing.
It wasn't because of the fact that he was painfully inexperienced; he was far from that— kissing a man was no different than kissing a woman.
Instead, he was fixated more on the mess of thoughts tangling his mind into blissful knots and the less subtle sensation unraveling between his legs, prompting him to subconsciously press them together despite Jeongguk's firm grip pinning his thighs down against the bed.
He was basically wrapped around Jeongguk's finger, submitting to every one of his gentle caresses, every hungry kiss that traversed his naked torso. From the dip where his jaw met his neck to his shoulders. His defined collarbones. His chest. His lower abdomen where the skin was soft and supple— his soft lips explored him, damp and honest as he familiarized himself with every nook and cranny of Taehyung's body as though Jeongguk would forget it in seconds and that itself wasn't acceptable.
Jeongguk's skilled hands and honest lips roamed every plane of his body, made discoveries of his own, and marked the places that fascinated him with his teeth. Taehyung threaded his fingers through Jeongguk's hair, neck tilting back, throat exposed when his teeth grazed over his skin. It evoked a spark to jump and catch on Taehyung's sensitive nerves, making him tremble and give in to the spark fostered inside of him with a low, breathy groan.
Taehyung might have known nothing. But one thing that he knew for sure was that he did not want this to stop. Not now. Not ever.
He even made a mistake, and that was peering down over at Jeongguk as he teased him, fully aware as he was, senses amplified tenfold. Taehyung, with shaky hands, gently brushed his hair away from his eyes, revealing the focused crease between the brows and how the dim, hazy golden lamplight highlighted the fervor gleaming in his dark irises.
Jeongguk's intense, heavy-lidded gaze met his, and fuck— his breath hitched. It was lewd, so lewd how his damp tongue flicked over the peak of his nipples. His saliva was warm, and Taehyung swore Jeongguk knew what he was doing to him as he trapped them between his fingers. He twisted them, caressed them with the pad of his thumb, making Taehyung's body arch and quiver whilst he moaned an endless litany of heavy, uneven breaths begging, coaxing Jeongguk for more— and he gave.
He kept on giving, pleasing Taehyung with the same effort he put into pleasing others. He added more to the effervescent flame burning dangerously inside of Taehyung and the tight knot coiling in his lower stomach. It was dangerous. So dangerous.
If giving your all to one person felt this good, then perhaps Taehyung had some sort of epiphany right then and there amidst his blissed-out state.
If pleasing one person was this rewarding, perhaps he was doing something completely wrong.
"H-Have you done this before?" Taehyung managed to ask as they broke apart, breathless and trembling beneath Jeongguk's fire-infused caresses. However, Jeongguk's lips were suddenly on his again, urgent and demanding. Taehyung kissed him back with an equal force of tongue and teeth and lip.
