"I wish I'd have never even met you," Jeongguk spat, hand pumping just a bit faster, his tongue moving swiftly towards the other male's tip.
"Be quiet and swallow my fucking children, you slut."
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Pretty. He wanted Taehyung to call him pretty.
The same way he had done back when they first met, and the same way he'd sneak the compliment in when the two merged bodies with breathless pants, clinging to each other's touch, their naked skins.
"What do you think, daddy?"
Taehyung's eyes were quite occupied. If he looked up he'd see Jeongguk's innocent face, his pink lips and big eyes that called him, enchanted him, lured him into his world. But if he looked further down he'd see his pale big thighs adorned by the delicate fabric of the skirt he wore. Up, a pretty face. Down, pretty curves. Up, fluttering lashes. Down, squirming thighs.
Taehyung let his eyes settle between the two alternatives for a moment, his parted lips gradually pressing together, brows rising as he spectated the boy while detaching from his seat. With hands dipping into his pockets, feet skidding over the marble flooring, and a shadowed gaze, he finally spoke a response.
"What on earth do you think you're doing?"
Pretty. He wanted to be called pretty. But the words he had gotten instead came in cold deep vibrations, causing immediate shivers to rush up Jeongguk's arms and down his body.
"I'm-... dressing up..." he gulped out quietly, not having expected to see such a stone look on the man's face. Not that an expression like that was anything short of rare for Taehyung. "...For you."
"Yeah, dressing up, hm...?" The older's steps were bold, approaching Jeongguk until he stood a mere three feet away. "Like a girl. Does that not embarrass you?"
The boy's heart rate sped. He clasped his hands together, cheeks turning even redder at the moment of humiliation he felt for a few seconds, until he'd forced himself to pull it together. Taehyung only watched him in silence, letting himself take in the boy's appearance from head to toe, as if to still process it all. He had his hands behind his back, a focused look on his face. Jeongguk felt shy at the close inspection. It made him grasp at the tips of his skirt and try to pull them down a little, a weak attempt at concealing more of him.
"You're a guy, Jeongguk," Taehyung then continued, closing in the miniature distance between their feet only to grab gently at his chin. "And yet..."
His thumb brushed over the boy's bottom lip, Taehyung's eyes were locked on them, while Jeongguk's were attentive to the man's void gaze.
"Yet how is it that you look so... pretty like this?"
And there it was.
Pretty.
Jeongguk held in his breath, eyes fluttering closed while Taehyung's thumb placed itself over his cheek. He then exhaled quietly, brows contorting together.
