Really, Baby (I Will Be Just Fine)

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SMUT PART2😁

Eventually Taehyung grabs his hand and drags him through the streets, Hoseok pressed close behind and watching the way Taehyung’s fingers curl around his bony wrist like a summertime breeze. The few blocks it takes to get to Taehyung’s car (which is closest) feels like a century, but when the car beeps and unlocks, Taehyung pushes him into the backseat until his back presses against the opposite door and climbs closely between his legs in the tight space. Mini coopers weren’t called mini coopers for nothing, and they definitely weren’t meant for blowjobs.

Taehyung crawls as far down as he can between his thighs, hovering over Hoseok’s waist. He quickly starts working at the drawstrings of Hoseok’s joggers, but pauses to smirk up at him, pressing a finger to his mouth and indicating for him to be quiet. Hoseok hadn’t planned on being loud anyway, let alone be caught receiving a blowjob in the backseat of a yellow mini cooper in broad daylight. There were families and children at this river, for christ’s sake, but Taehyung is everything Hoseok wants in this moment, and he isn’t going to back out now.

When Taehyung finally goes down on him, Hoseok watches with every ounce of attention he can conjure with his hazy mind, trying to sustain himself even from blinking. He watches the way Taehyung looks up at him under his eyelashes when he swallows him down deep, the way he moans breathily each time he pulls off to suck along the sides until he’s tonguing at the slit, the way Taehyung grabs his hand to press his palm against the trapped heat between his legs. Hoseok gives him mercy and instead slides his hand past the waistband of Taehyung’s running shorts and boxers and palms him raw until Taehyung is grinding himself against his spit-slicked hand.

Hoseok ushers Taehyung to come first, whispering encouragements wantonly in his ear when Taehyung pulls off and rests his forehead against Hoseok’s shoulder instead, using both his hands to jerk him off. Hoseok follows shortly after, coming so hard he leaves faint bruises long Taehyung’s forearm from gripping him firmly.

It’s long after, when they’re done and laying in each other’s arms, when Taehyung leans up to kiss him that Hoseok realizes he’s scared to love someone like Taehyung. Scared, because for once, someone wanted him and not the other way around.

“You do know,” Hoseok starts, and he tries his best to make this lie believable, even to himself. “That this is just a casual thing right?”

He misses the way Taehyung’s face falls, hidden as he presses it deeper into Hoseok’s chest, trying to reach in and hold his fragile heart. But he can’t, not yet, because Hoseok can’t reach it either.

“Yeah,” Taehyung says and pulls away. “It doesn’t mean a thing.”