hostage || jaeyong

twenty three

Two blowjobs in one single morning!

Taeyong felt like floating as he was now all dressed up and ready to accompany Jaehyun to one of the construction sites to which the guy had promised to take him.

And what was pretty amazing, and a bit unnerving at the same time, was how casual Jaehyun's featherlike touch on his shoulder was.

The man was just guiding him around, and it felt so familiar that Taeyong was starting to wonder about moronic things like whether he had met Jaehyun in another life or something mystic like that.

It was also a bit of a letdown they had to leave the bed.

Jaehyun had promised they were going to play, but, apparently, in this guy's book, there was always room for work.

He wasn't in any position to protest.

His bones felt weightless. He was certain that must have been like when people talked about walking on cloud nine.

It was enough to recall just what happened about one hour prior. The gorgeous man on his knees, like the roles were reversed.

Taeyong wished he could suck cock like that. He could barely wait to give it a go again.

The first time now felt a bit blurry, and he could not remember details.

Next time, he was going to enjoy it even more.

He winced and adjusted his jeans.

It was clearly not the time to get hard. Again.

"Something the matter?" Jaehyun blew hot air over his ear, as he walked slightly behind, and pushing Taeyong through the large entrance door.

"Do you really need to ask?" He looked sideways and willed himself to avoid sounding like an amateur.

"Oh, did we leave the bed too early?" Jaehyun feigned pity.

"Yeah, right. You're a pervert, to always think about that," he threw over his shoulder.

Minhyuk was waiting with the door to the car open.

They climbed inside, and Taeyong loved how Jaehyun chose to sit very close to him, gluing their legs hip to knee. But it was not like he was going to get all mushy and gushy over everything.

And the man smelled heavenly.

He doubted he had ever met anyone to smell so good. And it was not just because of the expensive cologne.

Maybe it was true what people said about perfumes smelling differently depending on the wearer's natural scent.

Jaehyun was one of those people just smelling great by default.

Fuck, there was no chip in this guy's armor; just perfect all around and just pissing off people like Taeyong.

"Funny, I did not peg you for a thinker," Jaehyun joked and hooked one arm over his shoulders, pulling him closer.

Taeyong turned slightly to stare into the man's eyes.

"I wasn't thinking," he protested, just for the sake of saying the opposite.

"Ah, so you are just too engrossed in my presence that you cannot even think," Jaehyun joked, his lips quirked into a smile that held a vague, enticing promise.

"So full of yourself, I cannot believe it," Taeyong mumbled and frowned.

Jaehyun touched his forehead as if he was trying to smooth out the crease there.