Nights in the Studio - Taejoon

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Taehyung's POV

Is this real?

Do you feel how he holds you tight with his lips?

Yes

And how he breathes against your neck without saying a word but still you feel like you could do anything he could ask you to?

Yes

My breathing flinches, I make my best to keep my eyes locked in his.

Touch him

I extend my arm to his cheek, appreciating it for a moment in its infinite softness; the marks of his dimple pricking my fingertips at the moment his smile clouds my vision.

It's not just a dream

I play with the clothes that wrap around him in silence, imagining myself letting them fall. I feel how my cheeks redden, without giving way to the shame that is always there when Joonie holds me in his arms but that today, just because of the softness of his sincerity, has decided to vanish in the smoothness of his hands.

I want it to run through me forever.

"Could you let me...make you feel how much I care?" I hear him ask. I stumble in my own tongue, not wanting to reply as I need to hear his voice from him to keep me from falling "I want to keep you for now." He touches his forehead to mine and replenishes his small sighs.

I do my best to lower my hands to his shoulders and hold him, staring at a fixed point in the middle of his chest. Namjoon brings his lips to mine in a thin brush, then to my cheek, leaving little hints of coolness fluttering their way to my neck, where he makes me let out a delirious moan before asking with a burning smile "Do you want me to?"

He separates from me and looks me in the eyes again, I swallow but I'm sure of my answer.

"Yes," he waits without moving and I panic because I feel like I should say something else "please."

His lips are squeezed against mine in something new, something more needy, almost bestial that rips my soul with every little bite to my mouth.

As if he's an expert on my body, he circles his tongue with mine, lifting me up when his hands go to the edge of my shirt, he lifts it wordlessly.

The cold hits me and I feel my stomach contracting, I squeeze my eyes shut. I hear a laugh with a tone that makes my skin have goosebumps, I open my eyes and to my surprise Namjoon is there, kneeling in front of me while holding my hip, his gaze has a strange power. I try to go back crashing against the obvious wall in my back.

"Joonie..."

"You look good when you're flustered," I cover my mouth with my forearm as Namjoon traces the edge of my pants with two fingers in and out; it's a silent pleasure, watching him almost gawk at my body "I could look at you forever." I stare into his eyes once more and see that he gathers his hands in the clasp of my pants, just above my crotch that is starting to show.

"Namjoon..." I want to ask what he's going to do but when he unbuttons me and pulls down my pants, I know what he's planning.

An irrational fear enters me, and I take him by the shoulders.

"I can stop if you want." He tells me and I shake my head adamantly.

"No, I'm just...I'm scared."

Then out of nowhere, Namjoon brings his nose to my crotch, and I think I might pass out from how good it feels: His breathing is close, intimate even, as the one of a secret lover wanting to be a fugitive pleasant of mine.