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From the moment he looked up from his phone and met Taerae's eyes in the mirror, until the very end of the work day, Matthew felt some kind of... charged energy between them.
They were filming an advertisement for some brand he barely remembered now, and they needed to look pretty, to really sell the product. And oh, was the other embodying it perfectly.
Taerae had his hair slicked back, and his glasses on. The make-up artist was finishing the touches on the lips, while Matthew had been ready for a little while. They stared at each other through the mirror for a bit, which somehow felt more safe than looking at each other directly, without a barrier between them. That would've been too much. Too real.
Matthew could see Taerae appreciating his outfit, the sleeveless shirt, the biceps fully on display, and he was honestly no better. His own eyes kept flickering down to Taerae’s pretty pink mouth, which curled in a smile that showed off his dimple. His phone was now long forgotten.
“You look… handsome. Like you’re glowing today.” He admitted out loud, not really thinking about it twice.
Taerae rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, pretending like he was not affected by his words. It was cute.
“So you're saying that I didn't look good yesterday?”
Matthew snorted, a small laugh escaping his lips. He should’ve expected that reaction, he knew the other quite well by now. But he wasn't going to back down.
“Just accept the compliment, wife.”
A recent pet name, an addition to their pre-existing list. Bigger, bolder, hopeful that he could throw Taerae off for once. It barely ever worked.
He sent a flowing kiss, just for good measure, and Taerae caught it with his hand, sending it right back.
“Only if you admit how much you want to actually kiss me, honey. You've been staring at my lips for a while.”
I do, his mind pathetically supplied without hesitation. His ears turned red anyway, even without voicing his thoughts.
“Not as much as you want to take a bit out of my arms, jagiya.”
He flexed his biceps and then of course, he didn't do anything else. Even if no one in the room paid them any mind, he was always a bit careful. For everyone around them it probably seemed like the everyday banter, a joking flirting that never led to anywhere. It should stay like that, even though he wanted so much more.
It's Matthew and Taerae. It's just what they do.
Matthew was expecting Taerae to deny, or even counter attack. Taerae did neither.
He looked away, cheek slightly flushed pink; more than the blush applied to his face could've taken credit for. Taerae thanked the make-up artist and quickly got up, his hands fidgeting.
Matthew didn't miss any of it; he was quite intrigued by the reaction. Was there anything different from usual?
It got busy afterwards when the real work started, but it still didn't stop either of them from stealing glances whenever they could even after that odd moment in the dressing room.
The whole deal felt absurd because hey, didn't they dress up everyday? Put make-up on, look pretty for the cameras, pretend that they weren’t affected by each other’s look? He thought he got good at it, that they both mastered the art. Or at least that was what Matthew wanted to believe. Taerae couldn’t read his mind, right?
Yet all it took was a mere lingering gaze for his resolve to fall apart, for his eyes to follow Taerae the moment the director screamed “cut!” or when the camera pointed in another direction, interviewing the next member.
And Taerae was always there to look back.
Any leftover shyness he might have had completely gone. It was as if every time he caught Matthew staring, his confidence only grew higher. His smile wider, his eyes crazed. It was almost scary, if only he didn't know he was probably mirroring that same look.
Matthew just wanted to see how far their game could go, where any of this would lead. He wondered if he was just under Taerae’s spell, a prey about to be eaten. He didn't mind as long as it would mean they got to do anything at all.
But he wouldn't be the first to move. Of course he wished he could touch Taerae and hold him right there but he was too afraid to do so, his self control too good to do something so stupid, so he never did (even if there was nothing that he wanted more). He needed to be one hundred percent sure Taerae wanted it too, so he waited for the other to start something new between them, something far more dangerous.
And maybe it was finally the day that Taerae would?
Their game– it was something he needed to go a bit back to explain.
See, Matthew believed that there were quite the amount of perks that came with being born in the same year: the lack of honorifics, knowing that he could never go over the line and the comfortability with each other being just some of them.
But it didn't end there. There was another one, one probably reserved only for idols:
People expected them to be friends.
Fans wished them to be close, to be comfortable with each other, to care about each other and well, luckily enough, they were and they did. But that was beside the point.
Zeroses not only expected all of that, but they also requested the company to release content of the two; they asked them to sit close, to interact, make hearts, hug, do song covers and so on.
Matthew was really blessed.
If meeting Taerae in the last chance he had to debut through a survival show (with almost one hundred other trainees) wasn't lucky enough, the two of them also quickly became liked enough as a pair by their fans.
They weren't the most popular though, which somehow, made it better. They weren't popular enough for the company to realize that they actually had something (kinda?!) going on, but they were also liked enough to be selected and put in the front, at least a few times.
And man did they both like to take advantage of that.
It kind of started small at first, and it wasn't even completely in the right way (if there is a right way to do any of this).
Contrary to popular belief, they actually did get some media training! Even though it was just the bare minimum. Plus some general directions of their concept as a group: family! Friends! Best friends! Especially aimed at the members whose fans already wanted to be close, of course. Especially to them.
So they complied.
Matthew behaved with Taerae the way he behaved with all of his friends, and Taerae did as well, but it just wasn't completely clicking for some reason. They felt like two pieces of a puzzle that fit but had different drawings in them, accidentally taken from different sets (probably because external factors were pushing them in a way that it didn’t feel completely natural).
It wasn’t ungenuine per se because they both wanted to put effort in it regardless and the moments they shared were always fun somehow, but it just seemed like it wasn’t the type of relationship they were supposed to have. The one that the universe planned for them to have, written in the stars, their fate or some shit like that (not that he believed in any of it, but it still sounded quite romantic, didn't it?).
The reason was quite easy to figure out really, one of the purest, rawest emotions that have existed since the very beginning of time: Matthew liked Taerae. Even if he wasn't fully aware of the length of it yet, Matthew had a crush on him.
How surprising. Could anyone even blame him for it?
Taerae had the cutest dimples he had ever seen, a voice that could rival anyone, and a laugh so contagious he couldn't help but smile back every time he heard it. Taerae promised him that he would take care of him as his same age friend, and committed to it, helping him every time he needed it, extending his hand for him to take.
But Matthew still felt a minor… dysfunction between them.
It was probably lingering awkwardness: somewhere between getting to know each other and the nervousness that came from not getting close fast enough (for his liking).
There was still a whole second half of a bridge that he needed to cross to be fully, truly close to Taerae.
In most cases Matthew thought he was a pretty patient person, but he didn't like that distance. Something about Taerae made him feel funny under his skin, a constant fire and nerves running at a speed too fast for him to understand, let alone to explain to himself or anyone else.
Matthew also didn't enjoy being superficial and not completely truthful about things, but it was especially when it was about Taerae.
So he decided to just do it.
He walked over the bridge, climbed the high, high walls that felt like mountains that Taerae always put up, then sat across from him and talked.
And then he talked with him more, and then some more, hours and days passing by with their late night conversations until water was suddenly surrounding them on every front, the bridge collapsing and the island sinking.
Matthew? Matthew barely registered any of that happening, as focused as he was on holding Taerae’s hand. It was the scariest moment for him and yet the best he had ever felt since he was waiting for his name to be called at the finale of Boys Planet.
It got easier afterwards.
They hung out, just the two of them. They watched movies, taking off their masks and caps once the lights turned off at the theatre (Matthew regarded them quite useless, Taerae was quite easy to spot with his bright red hoodies anyway. But still, rules). They ate dinner outside, in areas a bit more far from the city centre, local shops owned by old ladies who would not recognise them, finding a new spot every time. And afterwards, a taxi to Han River and a walk late at night to digest. It was quite dark, a perfect cover up. It was fun, it was all he could wish for.
With time, Matthew managed to figure out Taerae a little bit better and he started reacting accordingly. He played along with his jokes more, paid attention to his actions rather than only his words, spent more time together and tried to keep in his line instead of being too affectionate.
Until Taerae touched him first, that is.
Then it was a free game for him to play around like an excited fox and hold Taerae close as much as he wanted, but that was neither there nor here.
Somehow, even if he pretended to resist at first, Taerae let him. He let him every single time, when he barely let anyone else. He showed his dimples and squeezed his hand back, eyes shining bright, heart on his sleeves, at least for a few instants. Walls knocked down by Matthew a while ago, allowing him to see the sun.
It fueled Matthew more than anything else and he felt happiness overflowing, insides warm with every point of connection between them. Maybe he was a little too happy. Maybe he was a little too obvious.
But hey, if Taerae called him jagiya and pretended to kiss him first, wasn't he allowed to call him honey back? To be in his space, offer him a cookie, or maybe a kiss or two? It seemed only fair. It seemed like the only thing his heart was able to do.
Maybe Taerae was testing the water, seeing when he would be too much for Matthew. Using pet-names, acting clingy, to test his limits and try to piss him off, perhaps.
He probably would’ve never imagined that all it took was a bit of adjusting for Matthew to play along.
Then, somehow, things got even better.
You get interviewed with Taerae.
You get the unit card with Taerae.
You’re shooting the unit album photoshoot with Taerae.
Oh, what the hell! Isn't that a dream? What's next? Recording a duet cover?
All Matthew did was giggle and happily comply. The more often they were paired together, the more they spent time together, the more Matthew was with Taerae, content and pathetically crushing.
He didn't think it was one sided. It was quite difficult to believe that to be the case (who would write a romantic song about their groupmate??) but neither of them would admit to anything. They were too stubborn to do so, too convinced that the other would bend first. They played around, maybe a little too much, but never in a way that could hurt the other or anyone else.
So, when one day Taerae looked at him with a devilish grin on his face and asked:
“The company wants to profit off us? Good. Why don't we give them some content to record, then?”
Matthew only laughed, happy to follow him, heart secretly racing. He would follow him anywhere.
That was how whatever they had going on officially started.
They didn't set any rules, or any prize for the matter. They just did whatever was more natural, whatever they thought the fans would want or in Matthew's case, that he wanted.
A feathery light touch on the arm, asking to be held by the waist. A body leaning into the other’s space, lips asking for a kiss. Head turning, too close, not moving away when they should, breath mingling in one.
A hidden wink, followed by a gaze that seemed anything but a game.
Matthew’s heart had not once pretended it was. Every single time, without fail, it would beat so fast behind his ribs as if it was the real deal, as if this time, maybe, Taerae wouldn’t actually turn away at the last second. His beating organ told him to chase, to hold Taerae down, and begged him to finish what he started. He didn't. He couldn't.
The cameras were still rolling, after all.
They were professionals, they were stupid men in their early twenties with feelings that couldn’t possibly by pushed down all the time, they were idols and they couldn't do that, their lips were too close and aching to meet, they forced it to not mean anything and yet it meant more than they could ever have handled.
He wasn't even sure how long it had been since then. Even with those moments lingering more and more often, they never backed down, not once.
They were both too committed to the bit— they signed up for the game and they refused to be the first to call it quits.
Both of them kept leaning close, too close for a pair of coworkers but not close enough for the company to shut it down. It was a thin line they walked on, but a very satisfying and fun one.
Especially the first time it was done when there were no cameras around at all.
It was sort of inevitable, really. Some people say that jokes that are made too often stop being jokes at some point, and they just might not be that wrong.
Before he knew it, the shooting was over and the whole group was pushed inside the vans, separated in three.
The engine started as Taerae sat next to him almost on purpose, make-up still on, hair still made and fucking sexy.
Ah.
Was he planning his death? Is that what it was? Taerae sure was scary sometimes.
What was he going to do to make Matthew’s heart flip this time? Banter with him? Call him honey? Bat his eyelashes, make kissy faces? Make a joke that was definitely not safe for work?
The possibilities were endless, scenarios one after the other coming up in his mind, and Matthew kept stealing glances at the other while not-so subtly swallowing down his saliva.
Am I sweating right now? Do I always run this hot? Should I ask to roll down the car windows, or turn on the air conditioner?
But nothing happened, though. Nothing at all.
So much nothing happened that it was actually more scary and terrifying.
Taerae kept looking at his phone the whole duration of the ride, distractedly biting at his lip. He exchanged words with the manager, and then with Jiwoong who was sitting in the front, and not a single one with him. He was completely shut off.
They were sitting so close, so close yet absolutely nothing happened. Every gaze they exchanged during the day disappeared in the thin air.
Perhaps it didn't actually happen at all. Maybe it was all in his head. It must have been.
Am I going crazy?
He was overthinking. He must have spent too much time with Taerae and in some bizarre way, he was becoming like him. They weren’t even together, for christ's sake (not yet, at least).
The car came to a stop and before Matthew could even blink, Taerae exited the vehicle without as much as a goodbye. To say he was stunned would be the underestimation of the century.
After a few seconds of silence, Jiwoong coughed and broke him from the daze. The manager already left.
“Did you two fight?”
Matthew turned to look at him, the older peeking from the front seat. His head was tilting cutely and he didn't look too worried. Maybe a little amused? Why would he be, though? He couldn't really tell.
“Eng? I don’t think so…?”
There was a little seed of doubt though. They didn’t fight, right? But what was it all about, then? Did he accidentally do something to upset Taerae? Did he get the signals wrong and stared at him too much, making him uncomfortable?
Perhaps it was not a two sided game like he thought it was. Maybe he walked over the line, turning it from a game to reality, and Taerae didn't like it.
Fuck.
Jiwoong hummed, pensive.
“Try talking to him anyway. See what’s going on in his pretty little head.”
He was careful, trying to calm him down. Matthew nodded and thanked him before exiting from the car as well, following Taerae.
He overestimated how long the walk to the other’s floor would be, though. He was already knocking on the other's door before he could even plan what to exactly tell him.
“Yes?”
A single syllable greeting. It was okay. Matthew could handle this. Taerae was always a bit tired after a day full of schedules.
“Can I come in for a minute?”
The other looked at him up and down and for a second Matthew almost feared he was gonna shut the door in front of him, but Taerae ended up letting him in without a word.
He stepped in quickly, just in case the other changed his mind.
The dorm was otherwise empty as the others left, either for dinner or to go back to their parents since they didn't have schedules the day after.
Matthew sat down on the bed, looking up expectedly at Taerae. The other took the Monster he left on the nightstand, still fresh as he probably just opened it moments before Matthew entered, then sat next to him, acting nonchalant.
“Is there anything you need?”
“Yes- uh, not exactly?”
“Matthew-ya.”
Taerae deadpanned, eyes glaring at him. He made him so nervous sometimes, it was difficult to make sense of anything going on in his own head.
First of all, he needed to stop thinking about how close they were sitting, and how they were alone, just the two of them. Get it together!
“Is everything alright with you?” With us?
“Yes, why wouldn't it be?”
This time it was Matthew staring at him. He refused to say anything, only raising his eyebrow.
“So nothing that has to do with me upset you in any way today…?”
Taerae looked away, facing the wall. His car models were there, displayed just like Matthew’s anime figures in his room. Some of them, they bought together when they were in Japan a few months back.
The other crossed his legs and bit his lips, as if struggling to decide if he should come up clean or not.
“Well… I am okay. I was okay. But then I read something and now I'm not as enthusiast, I guess.”
“What? What is it?”
Matthew leaned closer, concern in his face, and Taerae didn't make any movement to run for once.
"I'm not sure if I should..."
"Just tell me, Taerae-ya!
“Fine.” Taerae let out a sigh, raising his hand in surrender.
Matthew nodded, encouraging, curiousity taking over him.
“I was on Twitter earlier. Matthew-ya, are you aware that people are calling us twins again?”
Taerae resumed sipping the Monster, annoyed, now with a scowl on his face. Matthew barely blinked when the other suddenly turned his face back at him.
He wasn’t sure how to respond. No? Yes? What?
“You're not that physical with me, and that's probably why they call us that. Matthew-ya, do you really want to do this fanservice thing? And if so,” Taerae’s gaze pierced him, magnetic and terrifying, ”is this the most you can do?”
If Matthew listened to the delusional voice in his head, he would think there was a hint of disappointment in Taerae’s tone. But at that moment the teasing at the end was much, much more prevalent. The challenge he was just put up to, completely filled his head.
And he also felt a bit of embarrassment too.
“I- uh?” He spat out, very intelligently.
Was this really the issue? Out of all the reasons his mind could come up with, this wasn't even on the bottom of the list. He was beyond stunned.
“You heard me!”
Now that the cat was out of the bag it seemed that Taerae had no filter anymore, no reason to hold back everything he kept inside. How had Matthew not noticed before, he didn't know.
The younger set the Monster back to the nightstand, and pointed an accusatory finger at Matthew’s chest.
“Didn't we want to give content to the fans together? That's what I remembered, but it seems like you already reached the limit of what you can do. What are you, afraid that I will break if you touch me a bit more? Hanbin-hyung and Hao-hyung are often all over me but you? You only get close when I touch you first! People online keep calling me a yearner and say that it's a one sided crush, not going anywhere. That's not what we agreed on.”
With every new accusation Taerae seemed to loom over him more, and Matthew had to hold himself back on the bed with his arms. What the fuck was even happening?
“Are you scared? Do you want to end our little game here? I won't push you if this is your limit, you know.”
Taerae barely finished the sentence before Matthew grabbed his hand, stopping him from pointing his finger.
In a second he switched position, now being the one to lean over the other, almost completely in his space. The younger’s eyes went wide- he probably did not expect this type of reaction at all. But Matthew always loved a good challenge, and Taerae should have known that too.
“I am not scared,” Matthew declared, firm, eyes glaring, almost like fire. His heart was racing but he pretended it was fine.
“You want to go further? Okay! We can do it. Let's practice now. Teach me exactly what you want me to do in front of the cameras, jagi, and I will do it. You just have to say the word.”
Taerae blinked a few times, lost in the consequence of his own actions. But it didn't take long from his lips, previously parted in shock, to turn into a satisfied grin.
“What do you think you're able to do? How far are you really willing to go, honey?”
Matthew groaned in frustration, making Taerae smile wider. His pretty dimples popped out— he was having too much fun with this.
Fine.
If this is what he wants, I will give it to him.
He grabbed Taerae’s waist, pulling him closer in one swift motion. His fingers were dangerously close to the other’s bare skin, hot in contrast to Taerae's usually cold body temperature.
“How is this? Am I going far enough?”
Taerae looked at him up and down, trying to seem unimpressed as if Matthew couldn't notice his ears rapidly growing red.
And then he dared tsking at him. Seriously?!
“Is this your limit, really? Family members could touch each other like this. You're not giving the fans anything, Matthew-ya. Do you care so little about them?”
Matthew huffed, but didn't back down. He already accepted the challenge, and he was more than willing to see it through the end.
He turned his body to face Taerae completely, then shifted to sit on his lap, quickly removing the smug face from the younger.
He finally got a few centimetres over him like he always wanted.
Taerae looked quite cute like this, red spreading from his ears to the neck, his eyes and pupils wide.
“Better? Are you satisfied now?”
“Maybe. Friends sit on their laps sometimes though, don't they?” His response was quick and bratty like usual, but his voice wavered just the tiniest bit.
He swallowed his saliva right after, biting his lips nervously. Matthew’s eyes tracked the movement, not missing a bit. He barely remembered to blink.
Taerae was acting so tough, forcing a shitty grin on his face, but Matthew could almost feel him shake like a leaf, eyes wide full of anticipation.
How had he never realized before, when Taerae was so damn open about it? He didn’t know yet if he liked him back, but he was now aware that he was wanted. That Taerae desired him.
He took Taerae’s chin with his hand, thumb delicately brushing his lips, and got impossibly close. He paused before their mouths could touch, breathing each other’s air. He felt dizzy.
“Do friends do this too?”
There were barely a few centimetres left between them. Yet Matthew still didn't dare cross them, unsure if Taerae really wanted it as much as he wanted it.
It somehow all still felt like a fever dream, like if he pinched his arm he would be able to wake up and realize none of it was real.
He knew that this was a line that if he crossed, neither of them would be able to go back to normal. It was scary, terrifyingly so, but he wanted to jump and hoped to land softly in something that would be even better than normal.
And it did.
Taerae wasn't turning away. He didn't try to escape, to wriggle and free himself from Matthew's hold.
Quite the opposite.
He opened his mouth, and tentatively licked Matthew’s finger.
The latter opened his eyes wide in surprise, but didn't do any move to retract. He kept his thumb right there, and Taerae took it as permission to keep going.
He kissed the front, then both sides, and then some more. He was almost desperate, as if afraid that it would all stop so soon, but his eyes were dark and full of something so hungry that Matthew had never seen before.
He took Matthew’s hand on his own, pulling out the thumb and sucking the index now, deeper in his mouth. It was warm, so warm compared to how cold Taerae’s body usually ran. He knew the metal of the ring must have been quite the contrasting cold, but the other didn't seem to mind.
With his tongue, he turned it around, playing with it like a toy in his mouth.
He then sucked almost as if he was giving him a blowjob, batting his pretty eyelashes as he did so, and Matthew was just a very weak man as his boxers started to feel uncomfortably tighter. The sight of Taerae putting part of his body in and out of him in a slow motion was doing things to his body that he didn't know were possible.
Before he could do anything else as stupid as putting one more finger in his (big!) mouth and find out how many he could fit in there, Taerae stopped. With one last drag of his tongue, he removes his thumb from his lips and licks himself clean, a grin on his face.
He then leaned closer to his ear, whispering slowly.
“So, are we stopping here, jagiya? Are you still too afraid to actually kiss me?”
Before he could think about it, Matthew pulled back and finally met his lips.
It was nothing but a peck, just to shut him up, but it was still a kiss.
His eyes were wide open, but so were Taerae’s.
Did I-
Did I just-
A beat passed, and then two. Before the third one, before the fear and panic could fill both of their hearts, Taerae spoke again.
“Do it again.”
And how could Matthew ever deny any of his requests?
He gave a second peck, still unsure, just for a tiny bit longer.
“You're not running away.” Matthew whispered, almost starstruck.
Taerae giggled, as if the whole situation was absurd. Maybe it was. It definitely was.
Then he hooked his arms around Matthew’s neck and stared at him right in the eyes, a smile so sweet it could rival his favorite mint choco ice cream.
“I am not. Why would I?”
It was confirmation enough for Matthew to dive back in, but this time for real.
He tasted every bit of Taerae’s lips, full and soft like he always imagined they would be. He was always applying lip balm, and it clearly had multiple perks. It tasted a little bit of that and of the energy drink, which he wasn't a fan of but would drink it all from the other's mouth anyway.
Taerae moved his hands from Matthew’s neck to his face, holding him firmly. Matthew held his face too, and if only he wasn’t so busy kissing him, he would laugh at the difference in the size. He could barely wrap them around his head, while Taerae took all of it, and his heart too.
It was beating so fast he was sure the other could hear it. A concert hall worth of drums, with a bit of bass and now with a combo of guitar. Taerae’s lips are moving against his own, and he was experiencing hell and heaven at the same time.
He thought he could be patient, that just this little bit would be enough to satiate him. He couldn't have been more wrong.
His hand moved, fingers going under the hoodie, kneading the shoulders, and Taerae whimpered: a sound oh so delicious and more grand than any band. He parted his lips and Matthew thought it was it.
All the hunger, all the desire he had been feeling for months, maybe a year at this point, were finally free. They crawled outside of his body, latching Taerae and glueing them together, at least for those hidden hours they had in that secluded, small room.
Taerae didn't seem to mind. His despair actually seemed to mirror his own.
He moved one of his hands down, arms wrapping around Taerae and almost chest-to-chest. His fingers trailed over his back, touching the spine, rubbing and kneading and trying to make all of Taerae his, an animalistic desire blooming from his veins. His legs closed more tightly around the other, his ass grinding down eliciting a moan from Taerae.
The other let himself be touched, and touched back with just the same amount of frenzy, of despair. He grabbed his biceps, fingers holding tight enough to leave a sign, pushing and pulling and scratching, and it was the hottest thing Matthew ever experienced. He felt owned, he felt desired.
Matthew took Taerae’s shirt off first, and the other did the same to him in an instant. It was the only second they spent without their lips touching but as soon as they were done, they went straight back into it, teeth almost clashing. They broke out in giggles and took it as a sign to breathe, but their gazes never left each other.
Matthew did think sometimes how it could've been, to kiss Taerae. A dreamy scenario where neither of them turned their heads, where they both wanted it to be real.
He did not once think that they wouldn't have been able to stop smiling, too giddy and enthusiastic beside all the raw feelings and well, the lust. It was an incredible mixture of both, it didn’t make sense but it was also exactly what was to their core, them.
They didn't allow themselves to be awkward even if they had never done this before or touched each other in that way. Matthew had wanted it for too long to worry much about anything that wasn't the feeling of Taerae’s mouth on his own, his tongue darting across his lips and then sucking his bottom lip. He thought he was about to lose his mind.
When he finally was able to get access to his mouth again, Taerae immediately let out a groan that went straight to his dick. He couldn't stop the whimper from following right after, his senses overwhelmed. His skin felt on fire at every point of connection, his body sweating and hands almost shaking. It was all so good, so much, and they barely even started.
Once he felt satisfied enough, thoroughly explored the inside of Taerae’s mouth, tongue and teeth, Matthew moved around it. He kissed the other’s mole, the cheek, his jawline, the neck where he licked a straight line, making Taerae giggle once more. They couldn't afford hickeys, let alone bite him and open the flesh to make a cozy nest for himself inside of him, so this had to suffice.
The laugh quickly died in Taerae’s throat when his hand tentatively palmed the tent in his crotch.
He was already so worked up, so vocal and harmonious in each one of the new sounds Matthew heard coming from Taerae’s mouth for the very first time, he couldn't wait to hear more. To be the one that made Taerae do more. He was so, so fucking excited and barely could control himself.
“Ah- I don't think this can be in camera though, jagi.”
“Not officially, no. But I've read of fans asking for this tape…”
“Shut the fuck up.”
They both giggled again, but Matthew was still on a mission.
He got off the bed, and sank down on his knees, turning Taerae’s body in front of him. The younger quickly understood and got up enough to take off his pants and boxer then sat back down, legs bare for him.
Matthew had never believed in god, not once in his lifetime. But what he could believe was the divine. so beautiful that it felt like a blessing, something superior to you, otherworldly. Matthew took all of Taerae’s body with his eyes, immortalising it as quickly as he could, then pulled him closer to the bed edge. With his hands, he touched him. With his mouth, he took him in. With his tongue, he tasted divinity.
A divinity that had two pretty dimples, still was wearing glasses and a completely red face, a divinity who was his same aged friend. They were different but born in the same year, and Matthew would be the one to reach for him first, breaking the barrier they both created.
He didn't care about their little game, he did not care about the rules they had to abide by. He took Taerae’s dick in his mouth all at once, and looked up at the other as he did so.