moony ; doil [ ✓ ]

21. moony

taeil loved kissing doyoung. he's done it so many times and he likes the habit of just having to do it, to see his adorable little simper he tries to hold back and the way his cheeks go red. but this time is different.

the way doyoung lets him in to the rest of his mouth, the way his hands reach up to tug at his hair ever so lightly. he's pushing, wanting to be on top, but taeil isn't going to let him. after awhile, he gives his lips a break, sliding them down to attach themselves to his neck, kissing down before finding a patch to suck on, hearing the way doyoung gasps.

the mood in the air is obvious. the air's thick of it as they continue on, doyoung's sounds becoming louder the more taeil explores the rest of his body, slipping his hands under his shirt. when the mood seems to reach its peak, when taeil pulls away to see the sight beneath him, doyoung with those needy eyes, he can't hold back anymore.

once his fingers slip out slowly, dragging themselves out of doyoung's now stretched entrance, and doyoung seems to quiver slightly, letting out another low gasp.

"illie," he then manages to say in a hiss. "hurry up."

"don't rush me," taeil breathes, his heart beating so loudly in his chest as his brain is completely driven by lust caused by want. he was so hesitant at first, but it hard to think that. he was so into it now, he wanted to keep hearing those noises from doyoung.

the one underneath lets out an impatient huff, throwing his head back as taeil merely presses the head of dick against his hole, just barely slipping past the ring of muscle inside. "illie!"

"i don't want to hurt you," taeil says lowly. of course, even in a time like this, caring for doyoung was important. he had been so tight....

"you won't," doyoung says with full trust reflected in his eyes. "just, hold my hand, please."

"of course," taeil nods and he uses a free hand to hold onto one of doyoung's hands as he guides himself inside of him. the other lets out a low, nearly quiet moan as he does so, tightening around taeil, who couldn't suppress a groan.

he's taking him so well, taeil thinks, though doyoung is still rather tight despite how much preparation he had done with three fingers. he lets doyoung adjust before slowly moving upon his request. too slow, for doyoung's liking, but it's a nice pace to start at. he grew used to the feeling of something moving in and out of him in a consistent repeat, hitting just the right place.

"illie," doyoung says after awhile. "can you... kiss me?"

"of course," taeil complies, leaning down to connect their lips in a kiss. but they can hardly focus on that with taeil thrusting in and out of doyoung.

it's not much longer before he's telling him to go faster, the volume of the noises coming from
their mouths — especially doyoung's — increasing in pitch. doyoung's the first to release, his hands gripping taeil's arm particularly tightly as his mouth falls open as his jaw goes slack. it's enough to drive taeil to climax as well, managing to pull out in time to spill all over doyoung's bare stomach.

before taeil could think of aftercare, doyoung pulls him down for a long, sweet kiss that lasted long enough to satisfy them both.

the next morning, taeil wakes up in a daze. he looks down at the warmth up against him — it's doyoung, still very much asleep and lacking any clothing, just like taeil. he smiles softly at the asleep male, leaving a kiss on the middle of doyoung's forehead, which just stirs his boyfriend awake.

"morning," doyoung greets him, smiling softly.

"good morning, doie," taeil smiles back at him. doyoung moves up slightly to kiss him on the lips before snuggling up against him. "we have to get up. we've got school, doie."