choking in the air and in a reflex effect, he tries to separate himself from Taehyung, but they are united in the most intimate of forms. “Wh-!” he manages to say. Taehyung, on the other side, lets his eyes roll back in his head and he slowly takes all of Jeongguk’s thick cock inside. Each inch slides in, hot and so, so heavy, filling him up and rubbing against his hyper sensitive walls. “O-Oh… Jeongguk!” the last part sounds higher and needier than ever. When he bottoms out, they both release a breath. “Fuck,” Jeongguk mutters. “W-When did you-?” Taehyung immediately realizes what the other is asking. “Just before you came in,” Taehyung murmurs, his eyes closed and his arms strongly surrounding Jeongguk’s neck. “Mmmh, hnng,” his lips are parted, “I should’ve prepared myself more… I didn’t know how thick you were…” There isn’t an ounce of pride, only concern on Jeongguk’s face, who presses his fingertips from Taehyung's ass to his waist. “Are you hurting, we can st-?” “Just give me a minute,” Taehyung interrupts him, breathing in and exhaling out for a few seconds. “Oh my God, Jeongguk, I’ve never been so full…” Awkwardly, Jeongguk twitches inside him, earning a small gasp from the artist. “Tae,” Jeongguk whines. “I don’t know if I can keep still?” Taehyung grins with his eyes still closed, it’s funny how powerful he feels around Jeongguk. “Sorry,” he murmurs at Jeongguk’s lips. They sit like that, clinging to each other and not moving, for a few more moments. “Jeongguk?” his voice sounds ragged but content. “Y-Yeah?” “I want you to fuck me now,” the artist murmurs fervently. “Okay?” Jeongguk cannot talk, his brain close to a short circuit, therefore he nods. It’s smiling that Taehyung quickly presses his lips to Jeongguk’s and lifts his hips at the same time. He brings himself back down slowly, savoring the feeling of being filled all over again. Jeongguk’s fingers are gripping bruises into his hips, while the man himself breathes harshly against Taehyung’s mouth. The younger male maintains a steady pace, his arms wrapped tightly around Jeongguk’s neck. Every movement feels hot and out of this world, Taehyung feels like crying because possibly—it’s his first time feeling this way with another human being and it is so sad that it’s Jeongguk, after all. “Taehyung…” Jeongguk’s voice is equally emotional and Taehyung is fighting with his own thoughts, knowing he should enjoy the moment, but he cannot, at least not completely.
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FanfictionIt's postwar in Paris and Jeongguk frequents the Maison even more than his own house, maybe the cause of it is related to the young artist who wears fringed dresses and has an incomparable talent. In times of violence, this is Jeongguk's happy bubbl...
