K-pop smut

Taeyong x Jaehyun (NCT U)

Jaehyun's fingers shook as he undid one button after the other, struggling to push the annoying things through their respective holes and ridding himself of the garment standing between himself and what he wanted. Hot breath tickled his ear as a voice murmured his name again and again. The passion in that voice made him shiver as much as the cool fingers now sliding along the curves of his sculpted chest, tracing him as if he were made from marble and not warm flesh.

"Jaehyun..." the voice whispered heatedly, "Jaehyun, your skin is so smooth..."

Soft lips tormented him as they journeyed from his ear to his neck, occasionally pausing to nip at his skin and make him gasp.

'Ah, Taeyong,' Jaehyun moaned as his hyung paused at the junction of his neck and bit down, sending waves of pleasure rolling through the younger man. It felt so good to be touched this way, especially by this person.

It had started out as such a normal day. Shows after shows and interviews crowding the schedule. Jaehyun dragged his body from place to place, pretending to be the cheerful guy, full of so much energy, though he had not an ounce of strength left. The only comfort that came from this day was the presence of Taeyong by his side, ever attentive and cheerful, poking at the younger's cheeks, trying to make him laugh. Jaehyun had known he would never love anyone as much as he loved his hyung, but the nature of their love had never been questioned by either of them.

There was a line between them. A line created by high society and by their own mutual desires to not compromise their relationship in any way. This line would never be crossed and the unanswered questions that floated around it would never be voiced aloud, let alone answered.

They both just accepted their roles as hyung and dongsaeng as well as their fate to never let the one they loved best know of their true feelings with anything other than everyday courtesies. Pleasantries. The way they greeted each other, and the special attention they always paid to each other. Simple actions.

But those simple actions had turned on them today. As the day had changed into afternoon, thick clouds had formed in the sky, warning them rain was coming. In the blink of an eye, a torrent had ripped open the clouds and soaked everything in it's path, including Taeyong and Jaehyun. The two were at a practice room, and had walked there, so there was no possibility of getting back without getting drenched to the bone. Nevertheless, they still began the walk, tightening their coats around their bodies and hiding under shelter whenever they could.

Jaehyun entered the empty dorm cursing, removing his coat before he could get colder. He could already feel a chill settling into his wet clothing, and the desire to strip right then and there, in the dorm living room, was overwhelming. He walked to his room and tried to peel the clothing off but the wetness stuck to his skin, ending up with him tangled, arms flailing out of the shirt trying to get free.

''Jaehyun, can I help,'' Taeyong sang and appeared at his side. Of course, Jaehyun would accept. He needed to get free, as his arms were sore, and he would never miss the opportunity to have Taeyong undress him.

Jaehyun sat on the edge of the bed and began to try to pull his pants off. ''Take off your clothes too, hyung. I don't want you to get sick with me.''

Taeyong  hesitated. He paused for a minute, watching Jaehyun fiddle with the collar of his shirt, clearly uncertain as to how to get it all off. He may look like a man, but still a kid inside. Taeyong chuckled quietly to himself and walked over the the younger boy, using Jaehyun's innocence as an excuse to keep his clothing on.

Jaehyun's teeth were chattering loud enough for Taeyong to hear across the room, and the sound got louder as he approached. ''Jaehyunie, I hope you're not catching a cold.''