Roses You Left For Me

4

Taehyung rolls them over, placing himself on top as he grinds his hips sharply into the youngers, smirking as he whines. The rough fabric of the dancer's shorts against Jeongguk's bare skin has his body trembling as he weakly grips Taehyung's hair, whining pathetically into his neck. "Such a pretty boy, huh?" Taehyung teasingly grins, tongue running up the younger's neck. "You wanna forget so bad,"

And the words shouldn't make the younger boy moan, but they do. They fuel him into rocking his own hips up, desperate for any kind of friction that he's allowed. Taehyung forcefully pushes Jeongguk's hips down and holds them there, fingers brushing over his hip bone, the other hand tenderly holding his face as he kisses Jeongguk's lips sore.

Taehyung touch is bruisingly delicate, and it drives Jeongguk insane. The soft touches like he's made of the finest silk, sending shivers across his skin and the whispers of sweet nothings that dull the ache in his chest. The words stay stuck in Jeongguk's throat, with only soft whines and moans escaping his parted lips whenever Taehyung pulls away to abuse his neck with blooming hickies. "Floor or bed?" The elder asks seriously. But Jeongguk can't answer even if he wanted to. He's so breathless and in awe of the dancer that he just wants to feel him and nothing else. And Taehyung seems to understand because he doesn't move the younger from the ground, except to lean back and take a pillow from the sofa, placing it under Jeongguk's head. The simple touch has the younger gazing up at him in adoration, but the elder doesn't note it. He's too busy stripping Jeongguk of his ridiculously tight jeans, down his thighs, over his knees and off onto the floor. He leaves Jeongguk in just his white tee, before contemplating and ripping that off too, being sure to support the younger's head before it misses the pillow and hits the ground.

Taehyung manoeuvres him back onto the silk plush of the pillow and lets his hand trail from Jeongguk's neck and down his chest, the other pumping Jeongguk. The younger whines and wriggles desperately, earning a light slap on the thigh from Taehyung. "Stay still," the dancer orders under his breath.

Beside the sofa is a small table that has a glass bowl on top. Jeongguk never noticed it before, but it seems to hold small bottles and packets that he can't see until Taehyung is showing him a condom packet and a small bottle of lube. The dancer gently falls back onto his knees before he speaks up again.

"Did lover boy ever pleasure you properly?" Taehyung asks, distracting an obviously nervous Jeongguk who stares at the elder's hands as he coats them in a thick layer of lube.

"I guess so, but I haven't really got anyone to compare him to," Jeongguk says quietly as Taehyung leans over him, his fingers gently circling the younger's rim but not pushing in just yet.

The dancer leans in closer, lips pressed to Jeongguk's ear before he whispers, "I'll pleasure you so good that you won't want to fuck anyone else,"

The younger boy moans desperately, eyes fluttering closed. His body aches for something. Anything. He realizes that he's never felt this way with his ex before.

"Breathe," Taehyung instructs as he pushes a single finger into Jeongguk, feeling the way the younger's warm walls clench around it, desperate and needy. Taehyung edges it in and out, finding a slow rhythm before Jeongguk begs him for more. The dancer smirks and slips in another, scissoring them apart and listening to the sweet hiss that the younger emits. Jeongguk grips onto Taehyung's neck, keeping him close. The dancer spreads the younger's legs further apart, giving him better access to get closer as he curls his fingers, searching for that spot that makes Jeongguk suddenly scream out, hands scratching marks into Taehyung's neck as he cries.

"Bet he never made you feel like this,"

"I didn't even know I could feel like this," Jeongguk admits, although he meant it more for himself than to share it with the dancer. His jaw falls slack as Taehyung curls his fingers again, brushing against Jeongguk's prostate, making tears spring to the younger's eyes. The elder adds another, stretching Jeongguk as much as he possibly can before he pulls his hand away, listening to the sweet whine that fills his ears. "Please-" The younger begs as he pushes himself up onto his elbows to watch Taehyung rip the condom packet open with his teeth, eyes never leaving Jeongguk's. He watches eagerly as the elder rolls it on and coats himself in lube, hissing at the pleasure of it.