hostage || jaeyong

twenty one

Taeyong flipped nervously through the magazine left on the nightstand.

It was all in English, and he could not understand.

He sighed and buried his head in the crook of his elbows. Then he stretched, enjoying the fluffiness of the sheets.

"Nice view."

He heard Jaehyun calling from behind and straightened up immediately.

"Who's childish now?" He went for a frontal attack. "The door is locked."

"Of course it is. You have the bad habit to stray." Jaehyun smiled.

Fuck, was the fucker trying to blind him or something?

Jaehyun could be in toothpaste ads and make everyone buy that shit by the ton, only because he was telling them to.

Taeyong covered himself with the blanket and pouted.

Jaehyun deftly caught one corner of the blanket and pulled it away.

Taeyong huffed.

"Don't you have somewhere you have to be? Like your job or something?" He glared and pulled his knees to the chest, wrapping himself in a ball.

"Not today. I cleared my schedule so I can have fun with you. Plus, even I can enjoy a bit of a break once in a while."

"Then go watch TV or something. I'm not keeping you."

"That not my kind of fun."

Jaehyun climbed the bed with predatory grace.

He quickly grabbed Taeyong's right hand and placed it between his legs.

"Got it?" he asked.

"Pervert." Taeyong mumbled and withdrew his hand.

He would have enjoyed touching Jaehyun, but the thing on his dick was a fucking pain. He was starting to discipline himself not to get hard. It just caused pressure, without the possibility of release.

"I can tell someone is frustrated," Jaehyun joked. "Do you want me to take the chastity belt off, Taeyong?"

"Of course I do. It's shit," Taeyong replied.

"Okay," Jaehyun pushed his hand between Taeyong's legs.

Ah, Taeyong thought, if he was really, really smart about it, maybe he could tell that—

Jaehyun's mouth connected with his and all conscious thought was lost. He groaned as the guy pushed his tongue inside, making his eyes roll in his head.

Kissing was definitely nice, as was the hand wrapped now around his naked cock.

He was barely aware of how he was made to lie on his back.

Jaehyun's tongue was so, so good, wrapping around his, flicking and tasting, demanding and withdrawing.

Straight teeth at his bottom lip, teasing, and then tongue again, and it was all like a rhythm, and he could not let go of it.

He wanted it.

So he kissed back, and his hands searched blindly, first propped against perfect shoulders, then traveling down, cupping pecs so good they seemed cut in marble and belonging to old statues of ancient gods made of nothing but the lust and desire carved in stone by some frustrated artist.

The man in front of him was not made of cold marble, though; he was warm and hard, and Taeyong let his hands wander, curving and taking each muscle, down, down, down, until reaching their prize in a hot, throbbing member.