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Jaehyun reminded Taeyong of fire.
Out of control. Hot. Angry. Suffocating.
Jaehyun was like a burning building he wanted to get out of but couldn’t find his way out because the smoke was so thick and heavy. The horrifying part wasn’t that the building was burning down or that his lungs were burning from the smoke, oh no no, it was that Taeyong didn’t want to get out.
Taeyong wanted to burn to the ground surrounded by Jaehyun.
Taeyong can’t explain how he got himself here pinned down in the backseat of Jaehyun’s car, dress shirt unbuttoned and dress pants straining , and his baby hairs plastered to his forehead from the sweat that harbored there.
Hot. It was so hot in his car. Suffocating almost.
That probably wasn’t from the heat, that was probably due to the large boy weighted on top of him, his large hands holding tightly onto the soft fabric of Taeyong’s shirt. Taeyong loved this dress. It was a pristine white and when the fabric hit the light it shined so beautifully. Taeyong wore it every Sunday. Today was no different.
The boy’s lips stayed attached to his neck as Taeyong laid there, complacent, his hands rested barely on Jaehyun’s waist. Taeyong was scared to touch him. He didn’t know what was right and what was wrong. Jaehyun pulled back from his neck to look down at Taeyong’s face. He just blinked up at him, letting his hands move from hovering over his waist to rest heavily on Jaehyun’s broad shoulders.
Jaehyun was so big. It was stupid they kept making out in the cramped backseat of his beatup old car.
“Wanna try something new?”
Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. Matthew 26:41. The verse rang through Taeyong’s head once Jaehyun’s offer hit his ears. His doe eyes scanned his face unsurely, watching his pretty pink lips quirk up into a smirk at his hesitation. There was always something dark in his eyes. Something impure.
Jaehyun was impure.
He was, as his father affectionately put it, a “troubled youth” and needed some help “improving himself”
Taeyong’s father loved fixing things that never needed to be touched in the first place. Jaehyun was one of those things. He’s been drinking since he knew how to hold a bottle, fighting since he knew how to walk, and smoking since he was fourteen. He told him that once when he was taking Taeyong to church.
Taeyong, on the other hand, was pure.
Taeyong never drank, he never smoked, he never even thought about doing any type of drugs, and he had never kissed a boy till Jaehyun appeared in his life. Taeyong remembers the night vividly. He looked harmless, honestly, baby faced and dressed all nice. Taeyong’s father talked so highly of the progress he and Jaehyun were making, how Jaehyun’s life was only improving since his father started taking him to church.
Jaehyun was the devil in sheep's clothing.
Taeyong remembers how intense Jaehyun’s gaze was. How hot it made his cheeks and made him advert his eyes from him and onto the green beans on his plate. Taeyong should’ve known then and there Jaehyun was laying the trap out so he could keep Taeyong locked in his burning house forever.
God, if only he knew.
“What’s the new thing?” Taeyong wondered breathlessly. Jaehyun hummed as he sat up, looking around the backseat before nodding to the front.
“Get in the front. There’s not enough room back here.” Taeyong complied so easily, buttoning his shirt back up as he sat up to crawl over his center console and into the passenger seat. He didn’t even ask where he was taking him. Taeyong just listened to him without thought. Taeyong was Jaehyun’s lapdog practically.
Taeyong couldn’t help it. Jaehyun was interesting. He had so many stories, so many tales, some of drama, some of loss, and some were just funny. He was so interesting. Taeyong never met anyone like Jaehyun before.
Once the boy settled in the front seat, Taeyong propped his elbow up on the center console and rested his cheek in his palm, watching Jaehyun turn on the car with stars in Taeyong’s eyes. Taeyong adored Jaehyun as much as his heart could allow him too. He knew it was futile but he couldn’t help it, he was looking to be adored.
After a beat of him staring, Jaehyun turned his head towards Taeyong, brows knitted together and a scowl on his face. Taeyong simply batted his lashes at him, smiling warmly up at Jaehyun’s gaze.
He didn’t warm up. He never did. But Taeyong had hope one day he would.
One day, Jaehyun would feel the same way towards him.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“I like looking at you like this.”
“I don’t care. It’s weird.” Taeyong laughed softly at his rebuttal, shaking his head.
“It’s not weird. You’re just handsome.” Jaehyun scoffed, beginning to drive out of the church parking lot. “I like looking at handsome boys.”
“I’m the only handsome boy you’re looking at, let’s be honest, angel.” Taeyong preened at that nickname. Angel . Taeyong loved being his angel. A celestial being in Jaehyun’s eyes. It always made his cheeks burn. Taeyong sat up finally, looking out the window as he sped down the empty road that desperately needed fixing.
“Where are we going?” Taeyong asked after way too long of not knowing. Jaehyun glanced over at him then back at the road.
“My apartment.” Taeyong’s eyes lit up at that, the excitement clear as day on his face.
“Really? You’re really taking me there?” Taeyong asked leaning back over to rest his hands on the other’s bicep. Jaehyun couldn’t help but to smile a little at how excited Taeyong got over the minsecule of things. It was cute. Taeyong was excited to see Jaehyun’s apartment, something he didn’t see as a big deal, but Taeyong saw as a massive deal.
Jaehyun never took Taeyong to his apartment. It was like a shadowy part of his life the other didn’t know about––Well, a lot of Jaehyun’s life was like that.
“Yeah,” He chuckled quietly, “We’re trying something new, right? Why not do it somewhere new?” New for Taeyong, not new for him, but he didn’t say that. He just bounced excitedly in his seat.
Jaehyun’s apartment was rather messy. Taeyong wasn’t surprised. His car was messy so why wouldn’t his house be too? He guided the smaller through the disheveled living room, arm tightly wrapped around his small waist as Taeyong looked around trying to take in his new surroundings. Taeyong didn’t want to sound pompous but, god, he had to have only been paying barely three figures to be living in a place like this.
Jaehyun opened his bedroom door, letting Taeyong walk in first and look around. Taeyong was a curious little thing. Jaehyun liked that. He liked how little he knew about the world, how sheltered he was from everything dark and twisted. He liked showing Taeyong those aspects of the world, slowly and cautiously so he wouldn’t run away or get scared but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like when his eyes got all wide and full of fear.
“You should get an aloe vera plant.” Taeyong finally concluded, causing Jaehyun's lips to quirk up with a small laugh as Taeyong hooked his fingers in front of him, smiling up at Jaehyun. “You need something alive in here.”
“I got you, don’t I?” He tapped the tip of Taeyong’s nose at that. He giggled up at him, rocking back and forth on his heels anxiously. Jaehyun hummed down at Taeyong, waiting for a response with that same smirk on his lips. Taeyong nodded quickly, hands still laced in front of him.
“You got me.”
It felt like a promise. A one-sided promise.
Jaehyun pinched Taeyong’s cheek playfully before nodding towards his bed. He looked down at the black sheets, humming stiffly as he sat on the mattress, the springs squeaking beneath his weight. Taeyong's hands rested in his lap as Jaehyun towered over him, his eyes dark with something he didn’t know. Taeyong didn’t know a lot about Jaehyun.
Jaehyun tilted his head down at him, tucking hair behind his ear in one last gentle act of kindness before he dropped his hand to begin undoing his belt.
Taeyong bit his bottom lip as Jaehyun stared down at him, his eyes falling to his fidgeting hands.
“Let me just see your hands,” Taeyong didn’t hesitate to put his hands up, palms facing him. He easily took Taeyong’s wrists into one of his large hands. Taeyong swallowed thickly up at him as he wrapped the belt around his wrists tightly and expertly. He wondered how many times Jaehyun has done this with other people.
Taeyong let out a soft gasp when the other tugged on the belt, pulling him towards his hips till he was in front of his zipper. Taeyong swallowed thickly, looking up at him with big adoring eyes as he trailed his hand up and to tangle into his hair.
“Open your mouth, angel,” Taeyong’s jaw immediately dropped. He hummed in slight pride, nodding his head down at him. “Tongue out.” He listened to that command without hesitation as well, staring up at Jaehyun pathetically as he let go of the other’s hair to take off his jeans letting them fall to his knees.
Taeyong has seen Jaehyun’s dick before, it just happened. He didn’t plan on it, but it’s happened multiple times now.
“Why–”
“I don’t think I said you could talk,” There’s a pang of hurt in Taeyong’s chest, but he stared up at Jaehyun with big doe eyes as he gently tapped Taeyong’s jaw. “Just shut up and keep your mouth open.” Taeyong swallowed thickly but dropped his jaw again, watching as Jaehyun pulled his boxers down to join his jeans.
This was new. Jaehyun took his dick into his hand, stroking slowly like he was teasing himself.
Taeyong hasn't seen a lot of dicks in his life––Okay, he’s only seen Jaehyun’s but he’s going to assume that he’s on the bigger side. He has nothing to compare him to but a big boy has to have a big dick, right?
“Gonna fuck your throat,” Taeyong tried to wring his wrists with his hands but the leather restraint stopped him, causing the smaller to whine softly, “Hit my thigh if it’s too much, got it?”
Taeyong blinked up at him a few times, scared to speak again thinking he would snap at him again. So, he nods as his eyes fall downward. Jaehyun snapped his fingers causing him to look up at him again.
“Look at me and don’t look away till I say so, understood?”
Taeyong took a second, but nodded. He could feel his tongue getting dry. Jaehyun gently smacked the head of his cock against the palette of Taeyong’s tongue with a wet smack. He shut his eyes tightly before quickly opening them again––Taeyong is a good listener.
Jaehyun smiled down at the other, putting one hand on the back of his head to push Taeyong’s mouth towards his dick.
Taeyong balled his fists up, his nails digging into his palms as Jaehyun ran a hand through his hair. He was gentle at first, not pushing Taeyong too far or too fast, just a gentle guiding hand. It wasn’t bad. Taeyong wasn't enjoying it but he didn’t hate it.
It was for Jaehyun. Taeyong would do anything for Jaehyun.
He didn’t taste like anything really. There was a saltiness but that was easy to ignore. Taeyong was kind of had a hard time breathing but it wasn’t impossible. Truly, it could be better but it could be worse.
“Deep breath through your nose, angel.” His deep voice knocked Taeyong out of his thoughts. Of course he listened, he always did. Taking a deep breath through his nose as Jaehyun put a hand on the back of Taeyong’s head and pushed down until his nose pressed against his stomach.
Taeyong shut his eyes tightly, loudly sputtering and gasping around Jaehyun’s cock. Taeyong’s throat spasmed around him trying to catch a breath but to no avail. He could feel tears flood his eyes and roll down his flushed cheeks, unable to wipe them because of his restraints. Jaehyun groaned down at the boy, twisting his hand in his hair a little tighter to hold him down on his cock.
Everything was getting so messy. Taeyong hated messes. He didn’t want to be messy. Messes are bad. Taeyong wasn’t a mess.
“Fuck,” Taeyong gagged around his cock again, trying to focus on breathing through his nose but it progressively got harder. “You look so cute with my dick down your throat, angel.”
He thought this was cute? Rapid tears running down his cheeks and drool pooling from his mouth? Gagging around his cock? Taeyong was 90% sure he didn’t look cute right now.
He shut his eyes tightly before hitting Jaehyun’s thigh with his tied together hands, whining up at him pathetically before he pulled him off of his dick with a deep sigh.
Once off his dick, Taeyong coughed trying to catch his breath as Jaehyun watched the boy turn away from him, blinking hard as his chest heaved a little bit. Jaehyun cooed patronizingly down at Taeyong, laughing at how he still struggled to get it together.
“So cute,” He ran his knuckles over his cheek. His words didn’t feel sincere anymore. They felt mocking. Taeyong looked up at Jaehyun with a sniffle, clearing his throat with a deep breath through his nose.
“I–I don’t want to do that,” Taeyong put his hands on his thigh, “I-I’m not good at it.” It was a lame excuse that Taeyong knew he wouldn’t accept, but it was worth a shot. “My throat hurts already. I–”
“It’s supposed to hurt,” Jaehyun interrupted, putting his hand back in Taeyong’s hair. Taeyong whimpered up at him, eyes wide and lips swollen. “If you make me cum, I’ll give you a surprise. You want that, baby?”
Taeyong swallowed up at him, batting his wet lashes up at him.
He knew Taeyong liked surprises. He knew the smaller boy too well.
Slowly and unsurely, Taeyong nodded. Jaehyun smirked as he leaned down, sloppily colliding his lips with his. Taeyong whined softly at how his tongue licked into his mouth, groaning softly at his still sweet taste before pulling back with a wet smack.
Messy. Things were so messy.
Jaehyun grabbed Taeyong by his jaw, easily opening his mouth again so he could slide his dick into his mouth. He inhaled deeply through his nose. It didn’t help, really, Taeyong still gagged and his eyes still watered the further he pushed him down. When his nose brushed against his stomach once again, Jaehyun snapped his fingers above Taeyong’s head causing his wet eyes to look up from the carpet, looking up at him with the smallest whimper.
“Look at me. I want you to look at me when I fuck your face.”
Jaehyun’s never been poetic.
He was gentle at first, like he always was. His hips smooth and slow, his cock easily sliding from the back of Taeyong’s throat to the tip of his tongue. He didn’t mind the pace, he slightly enjoyed it even, but with time his hips snapped harder and faster.
It was only a matter of time before his cock was hitting the back of his throat repeatedly. The soft cute sounds Taeyong was making, morphing into dramatic gags as tears ran down his cheeks again.
Taeyong wanted to close his eyes, he wanted to wipe the drool from his chin, he wanted to use his hands again.
But it didn’t matter what Taeyong wanted. It was about Jaehyun. It was always about Jaehyun.
At least he was handsome, he looked so good when he felt good. He sounded like heaven too. His baritone groans were so harmonious and a blissful distraction to Taeyong’s throat getting fucked.
“Oh god, you’re doing so good, angel.” Taeyong hated how his compliment made his cheeks burn. “You’re no angel, huh? What angel sits around and gets their throat fucked?”
He tried to shake his head but Taeyong couldn’t move his head that much.
Taeyong was an angel. He was his angel.
“You’re just a whore, hm?”
Taeyong shook his head again, this time letting out a soft sound of protest that only made him fuck into his mouth harder. His hand in Taeyong’s hair turned iron tight as he gagged around Jaehyun’s cock again, spit dripping from his chin and onto the carpet. Taeyong hated how wet his face was, he desperately wanted to wipe his cheeks or his chin––He wanted to be clean again.
“You just need to be put in your place,” Jaehyun groaned, brows knitting in as more little sounds left Taeyong’s throat. “I’ll put you in your place, baby. I’ll show you what you’re really meant to be.”
Taeyong thought he was just talking to talk, he didn’t understand what Jaehyun was saying or what it meant. The ache in his jaw was pretty distracting, his jaw going slack and eyes glossing over as both of his hands went to either side of Taeyong’s head for more control. Jaehyun’s cock now sliding in and out of Taeyong’s throat with little resistance, the only sounds in the room are his rough groans and the crude squelching sounds from the other’s throat.
While Taeyong’s eyes were staring up at him, listening like always, his mind was elsewhere.
Taeyong wished he was in the car again. Taeyong wished Jaehyun was on top of him again. He wished they were kissing again. Taeyong liked kissing Jaehyun––No, he loved kissing Jaehyun. He has the softest plumpest lips, it was heaven kissing Jaehyun.
Taeyong didn’t have anyone to compare him to but he’d bet he was the best kisser in the world.
Hastily, Jaehyun pulled Taeyong off of his cock, jerking himself off causing Taeyong’s eyes to drop to watch him jerk himself off but he grabbed his jaw and jerked the other’s head up.
“Sorry.” Taeyong whispered hoarsely, watching Jaehyun bite his bottom lip as Taeyong watched his face with parted spit-slicked lips. Jaehyun’s chest heaved as his breathing picked up. The small grunts he was letting out turned into loud rough moans, his head falling back as he came in thick strings of white.
A string of cum splattered on Taeyong's cheek causing him to grimace a little, feeling even dirtier than before. Jaehyun watched the other as he came down from his high, breathing deeply through his nose before wiping his cum on Taeyong’s cheek.
“Jae!” Taeyong squealed, jerking away causing him to laugh at the other’s reaction. Taeyong whined loudly, struggling to stand from his position from the ground. The ache in his knees almost immediately once he stood. He ignored it to lift his tied hands with a clear of his throat.
“Take it off.” Jaehyun raised his brows at Taeyong’s tone, immediately knocking back into his place. “Please.”
He stared down at Taeyong for a second before taking his hands into his, untightening the restraints around the other’s wrists and letting his hands free again. Once his wrists were free, Taeyong quickly wiped at his face. He didn’t know what he was wiping off at this point cum, tears, drool––He wanted a shower. Taeyong sniffled softly, holding his tainted palms out to Jaehyun with a pout on his lips. Jaehyun looked at Taeyong’s hands then back at him, brows raised like he was supposed to do something.
“Just wipe them on your shirt.”
“I don’t want to wipe them on my shirt.”
“Why?”
Taeyong blinked at him.
“It’ll get dirty.” Jaehyun scoffed a little bit at that. “I don’t want it to get dirty.” Jaehyun shrugged nonchalauntly like he was supposed to help him.
“There’s drool all over it already,” Taeyong bit the inside of his cheek at how dismissive his tone was, “Wipe it on your shirt.”
It wasn’t a suggestion anymore. It was a demand. A demand that made Taeyong’s throat tight and his eyes to drop to the floor. Slowly, he wiped his grimy hands on the bottom of his shirt, brows knitting together in disgust as the white darkened to a dark grey.
Jaehyun grabbed his chin, jerking Taeyong’s face up to look up at him. Taeyong stared up at him, eyes wide and innocent just like he likes.
“Do you want to shower?”
Taeyong nodded. Jaehyun dropped his chin, pulling his boxers up and kicking his jeans off before striding over to a drawer. He pulls out a large black t-shirt, handing it to Taeyong before nodding towards the door across the room.
“Towels are in the cabinet.”
Taeyong looked at the door, holding the shirt close to his chest before looking back at Jaehyun.
“You don’t use 2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner, right?”
Jaehyun looks back at him, brows raised as he lets out an amused chuckle. He shakes his head.
“I–uh–No, no I don’t. I use regular shampoo and conditioner.” He walks back over to Taeyong, putting his hands out to help him up. It took a second for him to get back on his feet, his knees aching almost unbearably and legs feeling like they’re not there. Taeyong held tightly onto his hands, closing his eyes at the headrush he got from standing up, sighing at how light he felt.
“You okay?” Jaehyun asked with a quiet laugh. Taeyong didn’t answer, just leaning forward and resting his head on his chest with a small sigh. It takes Jaehyun a second but he wraps one arm around Taeyong’s waist and places his hand on the back of the other’s head, playing with his hair as he let his eyes close.
“Go shower,” He whispered, “I’ll be right here when you get back.” Taeyong let out a small sound of protest before standing up straight, sighing. Jaehyun stared down at him, arm still loosely around the other’s waist as he leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his head.
“I’ll be out in a minute.” Taeyong whispered, patting his chest before walking into his small dingy bathroom.
Taeyong didn’t spend a lot of time in the shower. It’s small and makes him feel claustrophobic.
Taeyong stepped back into Jaehyun’s room, wearing the oversized black shirt he gave him. Jaehyun looked up from his phone as he laid on his bed with one arm behind his head. He doesn’t say anything, just pats the empty space next to him.
Taeyong smiled, skipping a little as he approached the empty side of his bed and crawling next to Jaehyun and resting his cheek on his chest with a fond smile. Jaehyun wrapped an arm around his shoulders before leaning in and kissing the side of his head.
Taeyong’s arms easily wrapped around his torso as he watched him mindlessly scroll through his twitter timeline, both of them just laying in silence.
“We go to sleep now?” Taeyong whispered, eyes never leaving his screen but his voice clearly tired. Jaehyun looks down at him, patting his shoulder before getting up to turn off the light, silently agreeing with him. He seems to do that a lot. Showing his agreement instead of vocalizing.
He wasn’t good with words. Typically only saying critiques and crude jokes. Taeyong chalked this up to him never learning how to properly communicate his feelings. He can’t be too sure though as he knows little to nothing about Jaehyun before he met him.
He was a mystery. Easily, a big part of why Taeyong liked him so much.
Jaehyun climbed back in bed, turning Taeyong on his side so he could slot himself behind him, holding him to his chest with one arm around the other’s waist. Taeyong always fell asleep easily. Something about the darkness just made it easy. Plus, Jaehyun was warm and comfy to be pressed against.
He hooked his chin over the other’s shoulder as his hand slowly bunched up his black shirt to reveal his boxer briefs. Taeyong opened his eyes slowly, turning to face him with a small sound of interest.
“Let me give your surprise, angel.” He whispered, gently bumping his nose with his before colliding their lips smoothly. He pulls away from Taeyong’s lips, slipping his fingers into his mouth to get them wet.
It’s a crude sight to see but he can’t tear his eyes away from it. With his free hand, he held Taeyong’s thigh tightly, resting his leg on his hip to keep the other’s legs spread. Taeyong let him manhandle him into the position he wanted, their noses bumping as Jaehyun dipped his face down, groaning softly as their lips collided.
Without missing a beat, he slid his wet digits down Taeyong’s stomach and into his underwear, wrapping his fingers around his dick. Taeyong’s back arched off the mattress with a small gasp when Jaehyun tugged at Taeyong’s cock.
“You’re such a good boy,” Jaehyun cooed, “Bet you’ve never been touched like this before, hm?”
Taeyong’s face got red red at that, shaking his head with a small whimper. Jaehyun’s the only person to ever touch him like this, he knows that Jaeyun knows that but Taeyong nods along to his words, silently agreeing. It feels like his body is overheating with pleasure as he swipes his head over the sensitive head of Taeyong’s cock before jerking at Taeyong’s cock with a steady and smooth pace.
Jaehyun watches Taeyong lips as pretty little moans fall from them, kissing his neck with a groan. Taeyong arched against him with a louder than usual moan. His cheeks immediately got red at his volume, but he couldn’t help it. He just felt so good.
Abruptly, Jaehyun removes his hand from Taeyong’s underwear. Before he can complain or ask any questions, he manhandles Taeyong onto his back and pulls his underwear down his legs. He spreads his legs apart so he could lay on top of him like in his car.
Taeyong was panting at this point, the ache in your core only growing as he slid his hand back between your legs, lips only centimeters from yours.
“You’re so pretty, Taeyong. You know that?” Taeyong smiles fondly at Jaehyun’s words as his hard wraps around his cock again, picking back up the steady and smooth pace he had set earlier and Taeyong was in heaven again. His eyes roll back and head tips back against the pillow with a soft groan when Jaehyun squeezes around the head of his dick before sliding back down his cock.
God, it feels so good. Stupidly and insanely good. Taeyong can’t help but to buck his hips up into the feeling.
“Tell me how it feels, baby,” Jaehyun groans against Taeyong’s neck, his hand moving faster when Taeyong juts his hips into his palm. Taeyong blinks his eyes open, panting again, trying to think of anything to come out of his mouth to please him. He seemed to like how Taeyong struggled to get him together, smirking at how every time he opened his mouth to say something only moans came out.
“G-good.” Taeyong finally got out with a whimper.
“Aw, that’s all you can say?” Jaehyun taunts.
Taeyong gasped up at him, digging his nails into his arms at the building tension in his gut. This must be what euphoria feels like, Taeyong can’t think of another word to describe the feeling other than euphoric.
“It feels good doesn’t it, angel? You look so good right now,” Taeyong looked down to watch Jaehyun's hand twist and slide on his cock, his jaw dropping at the pornographic sight beforing looking back up at Jaehyun’s face.
“You think this feels good? Wait until I get my dick in you.”
Taeyong’s eyes rolled back at his words, nails firmly digging into Jaehyun’s biceps as he arched his back up against the other’s chest. A loud moan rips through his throat, his eyes shutting tightly.
“Jaehyun, Jaehyun, Jaehyun,” Taeyong repeats, like a prayer, his legs shaking against the mattress, abdomen muscles tightening. Taeyong’s cries of his name turn to incoherent babbles as cum splashes on his stomach and coating Jaehyun’s hands.
Jaehyun groans into the other’s ear at how pretty Taeyong’s moans sound, kissing the side of his head as Taeyong tries to ground himself but failing. He felt like he was in the clouds, like he was floating somewhere, he just felt so good. Taeyong never imagined anything could feel this good.
Jaehyun lifts his head from the crook of Taeyong’s neck, staring down at him with a smirk, brushing the hair from his forehead back.
“Look at you,” He hummed, tracing his bottom lip with his index finger smearing some of Taeyong’s cum on his lip, gross. “So pretty.” Taeyong lets his eyes open to stare into Jaehyun’s with a small whimper. Taeyong’s eyes drop to the other’s lips, tilting his head at the urge to kiss him. Taeyong lifted his head to collide their lips. He leaned into the kiss easily, humming against your lips with a small moan.
“My pretty, pretty, angel.” Jaehyun whispered, kissing Taeyong’s forehead causing him to shut his eyes. Taeyong undug your nails from Jaehyun’s biceps so he could wrap his arms around Jaehyun’s torso to pull him closer.
It took him a second to recuperate, wrapping his arms around Taeyong to hold him tightly to his chest. Taeyong nuzzled into the crook of Jaehyun’s neck, pressing a kiss under his jaw before pulling back and resting against the flat pillow beneath his head.
“Did you like your surprise?” He asked with a cocky smile, causing Taeyong to giggle softly. His cheeks grew pink at that, covering his face with one hand as Jaehyun wiped his hand on his sheets, laughing at the other boy’s sudden shyness. He rolled off of Taeyong, giving him the ability to feel around for his underwear.
Taeyong finally found them by the end of the bed, slipping them back on with a small ‘hmph’ sound, causing Jaehyun to lift his head and watch him. Taeyong soothed his shirt down, letting it rest at his pale thighs, looking up to lock eyes with Jaehyun in the dark, blinking a beat after him.
“You going to lay back down?” Jaehyun asks.
“Where else would I go?” Taeyong huffed, crawling back to his spot and laying down. Jaehyun doesn’t answer, just lets out a grunt and pulls the boy to his side.
The rest of the night was silent and cold.