Blue and Grey || Taejin

Chapter 32

Taehyung didn't want to come. He didn't want to have any teary farewell or sugarcoated goodbye. He hated goodbyes. He preferred to just fade into the background, just mesh with the other unimportant things in life. He preferred to disappear. 

And it would've taken little to no difficulty for him to just whisk into thin air but he couldn't. He could just tell the agency that he wanted to stop seeing a certain client and they would grant him that with no more than two questions.

"Did they assault you?"

No

"Did they start forming an attachment to you?"

No, I did.

Even if the answer to both the questions were no, Taehyung knew that the agency wouldn't mind assigning his client to someone else or just simply dropping them. Taehyung was their most valued employee and they couldn't afford to lose such a treasure. 

Then why did Taehyung end up in that cursed room, grabbing Seokjin's waist, when the older greeted him by winding his arms around the younger's neck, and pinning him to the door to feast on his cherry lips. Seokjin moaned his name against his lips and some sort of fire ignited inside Taehyung, driving him almost insane, so he pressed body hard against Seokjin and grabbed the older's thigh, digging his fingers into the fabric of his trousers as if he wanted to burn them off with his touch. He lifted Seokjin's thigh, allowing their body to cross every line of proximity, and rutted his hardening member against Seokjin's.

The filthy, addictive notes of raw desire and desperation echoed through the room as their tongues began to ravish each other's taste and their members were rewarded with delicious friction. Soon enough, Seokjin's wandering hands found themselves inside Taehyung's shirt and twisted and pinched his buds in such a way that Taehyung was forced to break the kiss and throw his head back, letting out a loud, guttural moan. Seokjin took the oppotunity to take off Taehyung's shirt in his moment of defenselessness and attack his neck, a place he rarely had the courage to venture.

Taehyung chuckled darkly amidst his obscene noises because Seokjin was exhaling soft moans just by runinng his lips all over Taehyung's neck and shoulders. He laced his fingers through Seokjin's hair and gripped it with enough force to make Seokjin gasp so lewdly that Taehyung grabbed Seokjin's other thigh and swiftly hooked it to his unoccupied hip. There was a brief pause, just for a quick moment, where Seokjin had his hands cupping Taehyung's face and they both stared at each other with inexplicable and unspoken fascination and heartache, before they slotted their lips together and Taehyung carried Seokjin to the bed, where he dropped the older more harshly than he had intended to.

But Seokjin was a filthy little boy, so he loved it. He pushed up his t-shirt and whined as an invitaion for Taehyung to destroy him. Taehyung didn't need to be told twice because he lowered himself immediately to abuse Seokjin's nipples with his mouth before trailing angry marks along his abdomen and stomach until his mouth was right over the older's clothed manhood. He shed off both of their pants in a flash and used his palm to aggressively rub Seokjin's hard-on, causing the older to rut against his hand.

"So impatient..." Taehyung murmured.

"V~" Seokjin mewled out of habit.

"Hm?" Taehyung leaned down and grabbed Seokjin's jaw.

"Didn't I tell you to call me Taehyung?" He demanded quietly as his thumb played with the older's bottom lip.

"Tae~" Seokjin mewled louder and circled his arms around the younger's neck to pull him down and interlock their lips.

"Taehyung...Tae...hyung...Tae..." Seokjin chsnted dirtily against Taehyung's lips as the wet sounds of their kisses grew louder and louder.

"Yes...baby boy?" Taehyung couldn't hold himself back.