DESTINY FOUND ITS WAY | TAEGYU

DFIW : 3

The eighth dream was.... peculiarly distinct.

Having the constant of Beomgyu in his mind was dithering enough, now the man was conquering his state of subconscious too. Taehyun started thinking of him differently.

Yes, he was smart, well educated, well read, well spoken, but he was also so handsome. So handsome, that perhaps his mind decided to play a few tricks with that deliberation in mind.

Taehyun fell asleep at around 10 pm. Camille was snuggled close to his chest.

And the moment he slipped into a deep slumber, he was... making love, you could say.

The whole dream was confusing on its own. Everything was abstract, as if drifting away slowly. The scenery was stark white, faded, blinding to Taehyun's eyes.

He looked down and saw Camille, lying underneath him. She had her mouth agape, eyes wide, her hair splayed beneath her.

She was naked, and Taehyun realized he was gripping her waist while fluently moving in and out of her. Her moans were silent, no sound leaving her mouth.

He continued doing it, at a pace which became boring. But soon, Taehyun's head was filled with numerous sounds and voices and signals, until Camille wasn't there anymore.

Beomgyu was.

And Taehyun's pace increased, and his fluent snapping of hips against Beomgyu's quickened, and the bright white light turned a softer, warmer hue of oranges and browns.

Taehyun was so close to Beomgyu, seeing his soft skin and brown eyes looking up at him. Taehyun reached down and pressed the shell of his ear to Beomgyu's cheek, until his moans were the only sound he could hear, until his pitched screams filled the room and Taehyun was thrusting into him in a pace unknown, until-

"Taehyun!"

Taehyun's eyes flew open, heart beating rapidly, a dent in his pants that was more than obvious. He looked to the side and saw Camille sitting beside him, a hand on his thigh.

"Are you alright?"

"I-" Taehyun started, and then moved Camille's hand off his thigh, gulping down the shame, the guilt, the pure horror of dreaming something so horrendous, "Of course, I-I'm fine."

"You look flustered." Camille said softly, and Taehyun's mouth went dry.

"I said I'm-" Taehyun started, but then Camille moved closer to him, pressing her lips to his temple.

"Let me take care of it." She whispered.

Taehyun's hands fisted around the sheets. He nodded faintly, the embarrassment taking over him as she moved the bedsheets down and saw his aching member.

Camille started working on it, and Taehyun's mind wandered. Though bursts of pleasure were entering his system and he was letting out slight grunts for a response, he couldn't help but understand why he would even dream of such a thing.

Kissing was one, but making love was something else altogether.

Maybe Taehyun needs some medicine. That's what the doctors say to do when one has homoerotic thoughts.