Roses You Left For Me

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He doesn't give Jeongguk a chance to answer before he's gripping the younger's base, squeezing tightly to emit a ragged moan from Jeongguk's throat.

And just like that, words are forgotten. Lust clouds around them, as if a norm for the pair to be so close. Taehyung kisses Jeongguk tenderly, presses his soft lips to the younger's neck and teasingly nipping and biting at the skin beneath his teeth.

Taehyung's almost amazed by just how sensitive Jeongguk is. He's just as amazed to think that he doesn't even know the younger's name by mouth, and only on a screen, yet Jeongguk gives him his all as if wanting to be the best and only the best, on show for the dancer. As if it would kill Jeongguk to not be wanted. As if... As if knowing he's not good enough will tear him apart from the inside out.

Taehyung's hand freezes as he battles thoughts in his head, only snapping out of it once the younger is impatiently thrusting up into his tight fist, head thrown back. And who is he to not allow this boy his pleasure? He paid good money for it, and it's obvious he needs the escape. To get away from whoever hurt him, from whoever made him feel as if he's worth nothing. For a moment, Taehyung wishes the younger had never experienced such damage.

"Hyung-" Jeongguk whines.

"Funny," Taehyung says. "For all you know, I could be much younger than you,"

Jeongguk lets out an amused noise as a moan takes over. "I'm usually good at guessing," he says, whining as Taehyung brings his thumb up to push it down into Jeongguk's slit, bringing away beads of pre-come. Such a pretty sight, Taehyung thinks. "Am I wrong, hyung?" Jeongguk asks, holding back a gasp as the dancer begins to find a quick pace, his slender fingers wrapped tightly around Jeongguk's cock as he pumps him.

"You're not wrong, sugar,"

"My name's Jeongguk," the younger says as if this is really the right time to be introducing himself. Even so, it makes Taehyung snort.

"Congratulations," the dancer says as he eyes the younger, watching the disappointment flash across his face.

"You're meant to tell me your name," he persists, although he already knows. He just wants to hear the dancer tell him.

Taehyung hums and leans forward, hovering over Jeongguk as he continues to massage the younger's cock, moving from his thighs then back between that aches for attention. "Now why would I do that, hm?" He asks as he tugs, making the younger's eyes glance down as he gasps. "As far as I'm aware, we're strangers. And I don't know about you, sugar, but I'd like it to stay that way," he says as he gathers Jeongguk's pre-come on his fingertips, bringing them to the younger's lips. "Taste," he orders, watching with narrowed eyes as Jeongguk sucks in the dancer's fingers, his tongue massaging the come away, eyes never leaving the elder's. "Who wouldn't want such a pretty boy, hm? So good, too," Taehyung says with a tut and a shake of his head. "I should be calling you Petal, or maybe rose boy," he adds as he tilts his head to the side.

"You got my rose," Jeongguk says quietly after he slips Taehyung's fingers from his mouth, gently resting them against his lips. Jeongguk is almost in awe of the situation. His eyes are too wide, too hopeful for Taehyung to breathe properly. Of course, it's happened before. A client falling for you, it's nothing new. But something in him says that he just can't hurt Jeongguk. Doesn't want to. But knows he needs to.

"I got your rose," Taehyung finally says.

Jeongguk remains silent, on edge, as he stares up at the dancer, anticipating a response.

"You shouldn't keep it up though," he adds, watching how the younger's face falls, the dancing light in his eyes dulling into nothing but an empty pit of dark brown, the life in him sucked away.