I Just Loved You (And I Still Do); Taegi/Taekook

❝aroused❞

He tasted like sweat and black coffee. Taehyung wanted to kiss the taste off his tongue until everything that would be left was the taste of him. The roughness. The sharp edges. It was arousing. Kissing him's always been - arousing, absolutely mind-blowing. Their first kiss, tender and sweet. Like whipped cream and strawberries. No passion behind the touch of lips on lips. Just deep, lovely affection both didn't know how to name. Their kisses changed. Were more heated. More desire and more urge, more pressure. How to handle this deep urge with something other than heated sex? How to handle this they had no effect on with something other than the slapping of skin on skin, teeth and hands?

Taehyung was cheesy - something he had from Jimin. Still believed in Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. Always had believed in true, deep love that didn't fade away. When he had met Jeongguk he found what he was searching for; true love. Their meeting was like a crash - literally. Something big to show how important they were for one another. It didn't take Taehyung long to fall for Jeongguk and it didn't take him long either to fall in love. They were - irreversibly and utterly - in love. Had fallen hard and fast. Hadn't intended on doing so. But only a few months had passed and Taehyung could say that he loved Jeongguk with a deep affection he hadn't felt ever before.

The mattress under Taehyung's back was soft. The sheets were new. Black. Jeongguk had insisted on them and Taehyung liked the dark colours of their bedroom. Everything seemed almost sinful. The windows were big enough to make it seem a bit friendlier at daylight. But now it was 11 pm and their room didn't need friendliness. And even if it was there Taehyung wouldn't have noticed. He tightened the grip around Jeongguk's neck, pressed him down to capture his lips for another kiss. More teeth and saliva than anything else. He felt hot. Their skin sticky, heated. It burnt. They burnt. Within their own, little fire of thrusting hips and breathy moans.

Taehyung wrapped his legs around Jeongguk's waist, pulled him closer so that their stomachs were pressed against the other. Jeongguk's breath was hot, fast and Taehyung could feel it tickling at his neck. He mouthed at the skin of the elder, buried his teeth lightly in it.

"Gguk", Taehyung stuttered breathily. He tried to bury his fingers in Jeongguk's neck, his back, scratched over the hot skin and he knew it would leave marks and Jeongguk would tell him that people always were asking at his dance practice. But actually none of them cared.

Taehyung felt Jeongguk slamming back into him, speed increasing with every deep thrust. They shifted, slightly and Taehyung couldn't help but moan at the new angle. At the feeling of Jeongguk inside him. At the deep affection, he felt towards him. At how much he wanted to tell him that he loved him. But there were certain things that didn't need to be said out loud. Because Jeongguk knew that Taehyung loved him. He knew that Taehyung was enjoying this. Knew Taehyung well enough.

The elder moaned almost shamelessly into Jeongguk's mouth, still tried to connect their lips. To put all his emotions in the touch of his fingers, of his lips. Nipped mindlessly at every inch of skin he could reach.

Sex with Jeongguk's always been mind-blowing and deep. They didn't fuck senselessly - at least not often (but there were times when Jeongguk would press Taehyung against every inch of their apartment and would take him fully clothed and impatiently and Taehyung couldn't say he didn't love how needy Jeongguk was from time to time). Sex was how they showed their affection. Their love. How they showed how much they ached for one another not only on an emotional level. And Taehyung loved how every thrust, every intertwining of sticky hands made him feel warm and loved. Loved by Jeongguk, the man he loved.

The hot tickling burn deep inside Taehyung's belly started to stray into every inch of his body, he gasped:"'m close." Jeongguk knew how to flip the head of his length, how to stroke the underside to make Taehyung clinging on his back, letting out those beautiful, long moans he always made when he was on the edge.