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Taehyun is… Kang Taehyun, in the grand scheme of things. And the not so grand scheme of things, Beomgyu supposes. Those are the only two ends of the spectrum, after all.
Taehyun is Kang Taehyun in the sense that he always makes his bed after waking up. Even without explaining it, Beomgyu knows that it’s a statement which is telling enough.
Taehyun is Kang Taehyun in the sense that he does the dishes right after he’s finished cooking so that there isn’t a lot to do after he’s done eating. Sometimes, Beomgyu even offers to wash the dishes instead.
Taehyun is Kang Taehyun in the sense that he always, always uses a condom. Which isn’t a complaint, necessarily, Beomgyu is just pointing out the fact that it’s such a Kang Taehyun thing to do.
Taehyun says that it makes clean up easier, and it’s not like Beomgyu can disagree with that—it does make clean up easier. What he can disagree on, however, is the fact that they always need to use one. Beomgyu likes safety, don’t get him wrong, but he knows, and Taehyun knows that they’re clean. It’s also not like they’re seeing anyone else.
But despite that, Beomgyu doesn’t know how to bite the bullet and ask Taehyun the ever so simple question: “Taehyun-ah, what do you think about fucking me raw tonight?”
In theory, there’s not much to it. In practice, Beomgyu would rather eat shrimp—Huening Kai style at that, shells and everything. Though, he hopes it doesn’t have to come down to that. Life would be so much easier if Beomgyu just sucked it up, and asked Taehyun for what he wanted, like they should be doing in the established, adult relationship they’re in.
But alas, Beomgyu has resorted to pushing the thought to the back of his mind instead: Taehyun is a comfortable weight in his lap anyways, and he’d much rather pay attention to him instead of entertaining his thoughts. Taehyun is more fun, as it is. Do Beomgyu’s thoughts kiss him back with the vigour of a horny teenage boy? Do Beomgyu’s thoughts shove their tongue into his mouth, run along the back of his teeth, and suck small moans out of his throat? Yeah, Beomgyu didn’t think so…
“Hyung, you’re drooling,” Taehyun comments when he pulls back. Hands on either side of Beomgyu’s head, knees on either side of Beomgyu’s hips, and chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. “Close your mouth, stupid.”
“Why would I close my mouth if we’re kissing?” Beomgyu mumbles, but he does as asked. He takes the moment to swallow the pool of saliva gathered under his tongue, his cheeks heating up when he sees that Taehyun’s eyes are following the movement of his throat. “And why are you staring at me like that? We’re supposed to be kissing.”
“Why do you like kissing so much?” Taehyun asks, but he’s not expecting an answer, since he doesn’t wait for one. Taehyun leans back down to connect their mouths, and Beomgyu is thankful since now he’s unable to blurt out something—like the truth—and answer Taehyun’s question with, “Because I like your spit in my mouth, duh?”
Yeah. Alongside genuinely just enjoying the feeling and comfort of kissing someone he loves, for Beomgyu there’s that too. Spit, that is. Taehyun’s spit, more specifically.
But again, he won’t say that. “Because I like you so much,” he ends up answering. It’s enough for Taehyun, because the latter knows the truth behind the statement. Of course it’s the truth—Beomgyu wouldn’t have moved in with Taehyun six months ago if there was no truth behind his declarations of love. Or dated Taehyun for three years, truly.
Anyways, Taehyun’s tongue finds its rightful place back in his mouth, and Beomgyu is left to grab onto any part of the younger that he can so that there’s at least something keeping him at bay. Taehyun kisses like it’s all he knows how to do—which isn’t close to the truth at all. Taehyun’s skillset has quite the range, so sometimes Beomgyu wonders how he can be so good at just about everything.
While kissing is one of those things, so is driving Beomgyu up a wall. Which is only a bit funny, really, since it’s usually Beomgyu’s resident role in anybody's life to drive them up a wall. And he’s good at it too, since years of practice tend to perfect a skill. So while he mastered the art of getting underneath Taehyun’s skin only seven months into dating him, Taehyun also only needed seven months to master the art of putting Beomgyu in his place.
And it really is an art too, since Beomgyu thinks there’s something only a bit lovely about the way all Taehyun needs to do is look at him a certain way before he’s forcing the words on the tip of his tongue back down his throat. He knows Taehyun thinks it’s lovely too, since after he’s levelled Beomgyu with a look, he smiles only a tiny bit meanly at him.
“Looks like there’s not much on your mind,” Taehyun comments casually. The tip of his pointer finger is tracing the features of Beomgyu’s face: from the slope of his nose, to the highs of his cheekbones, and the crease by his eyes. All Beomgyu can do is watch him, because yeah, of course there’s not much on his mind after Taehyun had practically wiped his brain clean with his tongue. “Does that mean you’ll be a good boy tonight?”
No. Maybe. Yes. He’ll be whatever Taehyun wants him to be, if he’s being honest. He doesn’t have an answer, so all Taehyun receives is a huff. Luckily though, it seems to make him smile, rather than make him raise an eyebrow in challenge, like Beomgyu’s behaviour usually does. “Maybe I’m getting too soft—you’re being cute right now.”
Taehyun probably is going soft, because closer to the beginning of when they introduced this dynamic in the bedroom, he definitely wasn’t calling Beomgyu cute for being difficult and anything other than obedient. But times are changing, or something like that.
“I am always cute,” Beomgyu says in his defense. It’s the right thing to say, no matter how it sounds to his own ears, because Taehyun just hums and nods his head. He’s sitting on Beomgyu’s lap properly now, no longer leaned over and caging him in. Like this, the angle is a bit odd as Beomgyu stares up at Taehyun, but it’s nothing worth complaining about.
“That you are. So, what does my cute boyfriend want me to do, hm? I’m feeling generous tonight, so use it to your advantage,” Taehyun tells him, truly looking all too willing to do whatever it is which Beomgyu may want.
It’s like he’s being handed a golden opportunity. Like someone grabbed him by the neck (Taehyun) and told him to finally ask for what’s been plaguing his mind for the better part of four months.
But… Baby steps first, alright? Beomgyu will start off slowly, if only for his own dignity (whatever the hell is left of that around Taehyun) and sanity. Because God knows that his sanity will well and truly disintegrate for the final time when Taehyun indulges his newfound kink.
“Taehyun-ah,” Beomgyu begins, taking a deep breath in through his nose so that he has no choice but to let his desires slip out on the exhale, in one rushed breath. “I—I want to do it without a condom.”
They’ve been dating for three years—they started having sex six months into their relationship, and even then it wasn’t full penetrative sex yet. That was ten months into their relationship. Which was fine, it’s not like Beomgyu is complaining about anything right now. He’s happy with how their relationship has progressed, and how their relationship is progressing.
But—Taehyun had just asked him what he wanted him to do, right? And, for the past six months or so, this is what Beomgyu has been toying with in his head: Taehyun fucking him raw.
It’s not that he’s never felt comfortable bringing it up with Taehyun before now, it’s just that he didn’t know how to, and the opportunity never presented itself. Beomgyu is less than embarrassed when it comes to their sex life, but what he is sometimes, minutely embarrassed about is how Taehyun is prim and proper, while Beomgyu is… Not.
And that’s not to say that Beomgyu is gross, or something like that, because he doubts Taehyun would even be able to live with him if that were the case. The thing that it comes down to for Beomgyu is that, once again, Taehyun is Kang Taehyun in the grand scheme of things: which means he always uses a condom because it’s messy if he doesn’t, and because it makes cleaning up eons easier.
So in that sense—Beomgyu probably is a little gross for thinking about a literal glob of Taehyun’s spit going down his throat, amongst other things.
Beomgyu twitches in his underwear, and hopes Taehyun didn’t feel it when the latter finally reacts to what Beomgyu said.
“That’s what you want?” he asks, and he doesn’t sound grossed out, or condescending, or freaked out, or anything like that. And of course he doesn’t—he’s Taehyun. He’s seen the brute end of Beomgyu—which entails everything, by the way—so there’s nothing left for him to judge. If he was ever going to judge Beomgyu in the first place. He never does.
“Yeah,” Beomgyu nods slowly, realizing in the back of his head how stupid he probably looks because he’s still laying on his back. “I’ve been thinking about it, and I’m okay with it, a-and if you’re comfortable with it too—”
“Wait. How long have you been thinking about it?” Taehyun is a smart person, so he asks good questions. It’s just that sometimes, those good questions come out at the expense of Beomgyu himself.
How the hell was he supposed to answer this? Obviously, he should answer honestly, but does that include giving a whole backstory to Taehyun? Does the truth include how Beomgyu’s been practically gagging for a taste of the veins of Taehyun’s cock dragging along his walls without a rubber barrier between them? Practically gagging for the raw warmth of Taehyun pulsing inside of him—
“A while,” he ends up croaking out, because that’s also the truth. A while. A long while. The longest while, maybe.
“How long?” Taehyun asks again, and Beomgyu inhales sharply when he hears the edge to Taehyun’s voice: it’s only there because he made a mistake. Beomgyu didn’t answer Taehyun’s question properly, and the only reason Taehyun knows this is probably because Taehyun can tell when he’s holding back. “I asked you a question, dummy.”
Dummy is a nickname for Beomgyu, at this point. One which makes him want to curl into a ball and hide, because he shouldn’t like it. Alongside stupid, Beomgyu shouldn’t like the nicknames Taehyun lets drip off of his tongue like honey. But he does, so much so, because they practically ring like praise in his ears whenever Taehyun coos something along the lines of, “Cute, stupid little puppy.”
But yeah, that was something else. This is Beomgyu finally coming clean to Taehyun about wanting to have sex without a condom.
“Months,” he finally concedes, forcing himself to look into Taehyun’s eyes when he speaks so that he doesn’t get reprimanded again. “Probably starting after your birthday, honestly. Sex was really good that night, and you—”
“I came on your face,” Taehyun finishes, not looking half as red as Beomgyu. He nods slowly, as if he’s turning the information over, and then hums again. “But what made you think of doing it without a condom?”
Beomgyu is convinced Taehyun is just teasing at this point, because there’s no way Taehyun doesn’t know. And if he really doesn’t, then Beomgyu knows he’s smart enough to at least connect one point to another. Taehyun just wants to hear Beomgyu say it, and since the younger is on top of him, and since Taehyun’s forearms muscles look extra delicious today, Beomgyu bends to Taehyun’s will and answers the question.
“It was—warm,” he blurts out lamely, feeling said phantom warmth of Taehyun’s cum on his face like some weirdo. “And I wanted it… In me.”
“You want me to come in you,” Taehyun states, not a question, but an observation. One with the truth behind it, too. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Beomgyu repeats wearily, watching as Taehyun pulls his shirt over his head, and then brings his hands down to do the same with Beomgyu’s shirt. “Just like that?” Beomgyu’s hair probably looks messier than it already was when his head pops out of his t-shirt.
“Did you want me to say no?” Taehyun scoffs, now sliding off of Beomgyu’s lap so that he can part the other’s legs instead. “I told you I was feeling generous today.” When Taehyun reaches into the bedside drawer for lube, he doesn’t bring a condom out with the bottle, despite it probably being muscle memory, or instinct really, at this point. “And you already know that if there’s something you’d like to try, I am more than willing to make you happy. And more than willing to make you come.”
Beomgyu does know that, but hearing the words fall off of Taehyun’s tongue so easily when he’s usually spitting dirty words at Beomgyu in this position makes his brain whir, before it all melts to mush. In the end, he blurts out the only thing he can think of saying. “You really have gone soft.”
Maybe he shouldn’t have said that, though. There’s a glint in Taehyun’s eyes as he hears the words, and he gets that challenging look on his face again. His features harden, and Beomgyu has to bite back an embarrassing sound when he sees Taehyun flex his jaw. His boyfriend is so unbelievably hot.
“Yeah? We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” Taehyun mutters, squeezing lube onto his fingers. He uses his dry hand to push Beomgyu’s boxers down his legs. When his cock smacks onto his belly, leaving an obvious smear of precome on his skin, Taehyun snickers. “Let me fix that tonight, puppy.”
Taehyun does, in fact, fix that. Beomgyu is sure he’ll be sore for the next two days, and that he’s just cried enough for the next month. How could he not, though? When Taehyun had wrapped a hand around his throat and looked right into his eyes while spewing absolutely filth? Yeah, Taehyun hasn’t really gone soft—he’s still extraordinarily mean in all the right ways.
Taehyun also comes inside of him for the first time, and Beomgyu knows for sure that the feeling of Taehyun’s hot and sticky cum is what pushes him head-first into orgasming the hardest he has in months. Maybe even the hardest he has in his entire life, but Taehyun is always striving to outdo himself, so…
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Taehyun doesn’t feel generous again for a while after that night.
Well, he actually is being generous, Beomgyu just doesn’t know if he realizes it or not.
Today is a good example: let’s begin with when Beomgyu came home.
He expected to step into their apartment with Taehyun already home from the gym, maybe showering, or maybe just getting back. But when Beomgyu walks through the front door, he’s met with the sight of Taehyun already changed into pyjamas, sitting on the couch with a mug of tea.
“You’re back early,” Beomgyu notes, stepping out of his shoes and all but ungracefully joining Taehyun on the couch. “I thought I’d get here before you.”
“I’m not early,” Taehyun denies, turning his head to look at Beomgyu curiously. “You’re late. What time is it, hyung?”
Now prompted, Beomgyu looks at the clock they hung up near the entryway of the kitchen. His eyes widen a tiny bit when he registers what hour it is. “Oh—I must have lost track of time.” It's two hours after the time Beomgyu told Taehyun he’d be home.
Taehyun hums, taking a sip out of his mug. “What'd you get stuck up on?”
“Making flash cards. It’s brain dead work so I wasn’t paying attention to how much time passed… Why didn’t you call me?” Now Beomgyu is pouting, slumping against Taehyun’s shoulder while looking at his boyfriend with accusatory eyes. Well, not as accusatory as Beomgyu probably thinks they are, but Taehyun won’t point it out. It’s late already, as it is.
“I figured you were alive. If it was midnight and I still didn’t hear anything from you, then I’d harass you,” he explains, casually sipping his tea. He smacks his lips together and then looks at where Beomgyu is gaping at his response. “Why? Did you want my attention?”
“I want you to care about me,” Beomgyu cries dramatically, going boneless against the younger. “Some boyfriend you are…”
“Hm,” Taehyun hums around the rim of his mug. He finishes whatever is left, and fixes Beomgyu with a coy look. “And to think I was gonna offer to suck you off.”
Immediately, Beomgyu stiffens. He freezes completely, and then grins smally as he looks up at his boyfriend.
“See? I knew you loved me, somewhere in there,” he teases. Beomgyu’s hand makes its way to grab onto Taehyun’s free hand, fiddling with the younger’s fingers. “As generous as the offer is, you don’t have to. We’re both pretty tired.”
“You’re sweet,” Taehyun comments. Then he puts his mug down on the coffee table in front of them, and scoots off of the couch. Before Beomgyu can assume what he’s going to do, the younger gets onto his knees in front of him. “But I want to. And I also want you to just sit there, and take it.”
Beomgyu is glad he already started clenching the fabric of his sweater when Taehyun had slid onto his knees, since it’d be embarrassing for Taehyun to see the way his fingers twitch at his words.
“Well,” Beomgyu begins meekly, clearing his throat and spreading his thighs apart wider. “I wouldn’t ever deprive my boyfriend of something he wants.”
The smile Taehyun sends him is filled with mirth. He doesn’t bother with any preamble before his hands find the drawstrings on Beomgyu’s sweatpants, untying it swiftly and pulling the waistband down past his hips, along with his underwear.
Taehyun spends the next few moments stroking Beomgyu slowly in his dry hand, building him up to hardness while pressing small kisses on the exposed part of his thighs.
“Relax for me, hyungie,” Taehyun murmurs, peering up at Beomgyu while his lips find the sharp bone of his hip. “You’ve had a long day, hm?”
Beomgyu hums under his breath, finding it hard to string together a verbal reply with the way Taehyun is looking at him. Beomgyu is more than half hard in the younger’s hand now, and so Taehyun starts peppering kisses closer and closer to his arousal. Until his mouth is right at the base of Beomgyu’s cock, where he then begins to kiss up his length.
“Taehyunnie,” Beomgyu gasps tinily, his voice small and quiet as he focuses on the sensation of Taehyun’s warm lips on his sensitive skin.
“Taehyunnie what?” the younger repeats, arching only one eyebrow by the time his lips are mouthing around the head of his cock.
Beomgyu knows what Taehyun is asking, of course he knows, but it takes a minute for his brain to mouth filter to catch up and provide an answer. In the meantime, Taehyun suckles softly on the tip of his cock, making a show of enjoying the taste of his boyfriend’s precome.
And when Beomgyu’s tongue finally catches up to his thoughts, Taehyun has moved on to taking one third of his length into his mouth. “Taehyunnie hyung,” he whimpers, fists curling into the cushions of the couch. He knows better than to touch Taehyun before he’s granted permission to.
He’s learned that lesson one too many times.
Lips suctioned prettily around his cock, Taehyun hums in satisfaction as he hears the title slip from his boyfriend’s mouth. What he likes to hear a bit more, though, is the sound of Beomgyu moaning. So Taehyun moves on quickly, until half of Beomgyu’s cock is warm inside of his mouth.
Despite his initial enthusiasm and assurance, Taehyun can’t deny that he is a bit quiet from the day’s events. Beomgyu notices this, and acknowledges that that’s probably why there’s more saliva pooled in Taehyun’s mouth than usual, since he’s not as mindful to swallow it down.
Beomgyu isn’t fully sheathed in his mouth yet, but there’s still a small string of spit dripping out of the corner of Taehyun’s mouth. The sight of it makes Beomgyu choke around the next sound which gets punched out of his throat.
“You must’ve been pent up, baby,” Taehyun says knowingly, pulling up just to catch his breath and stroke his saliva down to the part of Beomgyu’s cock he’s yet to take into his mouth. “You already look like you’re gonna pop.”
That’s one way to put it, sure. Beomgyu sure feels like he’s going to pop too. Taehyun has swallowed the spit in his mouth when he pulled off, but as he dives back in to take the entirety of Beomgyu down in one go, the latter can feel the pool of wet gathered in the back of his throat.
Beomgyu has received blow jobs from Taehyun many times before. But he’s never been so hypersensitive when receiving. Tonight, however, it feels like each and every nerve ending of his cock is hyper focused on all the wetness of Taehyun’s mouth.
Taehyun runs his tongue along the veins bulging along the length of his cock, and there’s another line of drool escaping his mouth as he does. Taehyun hollows his cheeks and sucks, and Beomgyu can literally feel his boyfriend’s spit run down his cock and pool at his balls.
This blow job is so messy, so completely different from how Taehyun usually delivers oral that it kind of makes Beomgyu’s head spin. Well, no, not kind of. Beomgyu most definitely feels dizzy with the more spit that escapes Taehyun’s mouth, and with the more he can hear the wet sounds of Taehyun’s throat and mouth around his cock.
The next time Taehyun looks up at him from under his eyelashes, Beomgyu feels the bridge of his nose sting. Taehyun is so perfect, despite looking a mess with how sloppy his technique is tonight.
“Hyung,” Beomgyu moans, shoulder falling lax and slumping against the back cushions of the couch. Taehyun presses in closer, and Beomgyu thighs part wider to accommodate him fully. And when Taehyun dives down all the way, nose pressed to skin, Beomgyu swears he almost does actually cry when he hears the loud, jarring, wet squelch on saliva and spit as the tip of his cock touches the back of Taehyun’s throat. “Fuck, hyung, hyung—”
Taehyum hums, a mellow and even noise despite having a cock down his throat. He’s still looking up at Beomgyu, at the way his eyes are hooded, the way his nails are digging into his own thighs now instead of the cushions, and the way his chest is heaving up and down erratically. Beomgyu makes a pretty sight too, despite looking like he’s being worn thin.
“Taehyun-ah—Taehyunnie hyung, ‘m gonna come,” Beomgyu warns. His thighs are shaking with the effort to stay still, to keep his hips still too. Taehyun would probably point that out if he were able to speak right now.
At Beomgyu’s warning, the younger pulls up a bit, but not all the way. He still has one third of Beomgyu’s cock in his mouth, and he focuses now on sucking the head and fiddling his tongue with the slit. His sole goal is to get Beomgyu to come now, and he doesn’t even care about how messy this whole thing is anymore: spit running down his chin, drool pouring out of his mouth, saliva gathering underneath his tongue and then spilling in strings down Beomgyu’s length every time Taehyun opens his mouth even minutely.
Beomgyu, on the other hand, cares. He cares a lot—the visual of the bottom half of Taehyun’s face being so spit-ridden makes his gut clench. He can’t take his eyes off of the way Taehyun’s mouth and chin glisten, can’t take his eyes off of the way spit and drool cascades out of his mouth.
Taehyun is perfect, suckling the head of his cock, tonguing the slit, drooling over him—and it does it for Beomgyu.
Beomgyu’s hips twitch forwards smally before he comes with a loud moan, watching with half-open eyes as Taehyun focuses on not spilling any cum, determined to keep it all in his mouth. He keeps sucking, softer now, draining Beomgyu of all his cum and coherency. By the time Taehyun pulls off, Beomgyu is whimpering at the sensitivity of the air hitting his wet, soft cock.
“Hey, puppy,” Taehyun grins tiredly from between his legs, resting his head on the inside of Beomgyu’s thigh. “Feel loose now?” Unable to form words, Beomgyu resorts to simply nodding his head.
Taehyun gets it though, because of course he does, and he simply hums while gently massaging Beomgyu’s thighs and pulling his pants back up to get him to come down from the clouds.
And by the time Beomgyu’s back, his face is flushed and his eyes are sparkly, “Taehyun-ah, how’d you know?”
Taehyun casts a look at Beomgyu as he gets up from his knees, quirking up an eyebrow before taking a seat next to his boyfriend once more. “Know what?”
“About—About the spit. And stuff, you were so messy today, Taehyunnie. You looked so good—”
“Wait,” Taehyun interrupts, blinking as he processes all of Beomgyu’s words. “What… About the spit?” In real time, Taehyun gets to watch an equally confused look wash over Beomgyu’s face. They’re probably mirroring facial expressions, at this point. “What are you talking about, Gyu?”
And well, this is the point in time where Beomgyu realizes that Taehyun didn’t know about his newfound fascination with spit. Obviously he didn’t know, Beomgyu never told him. Unless you count the fact that he just did, inadvertently. Beomgyu pales upon the realization, balking as he struggles to find any word to explain himself.
His silence doesn’t seem to sit well with Taehyun, seeing as he shuffles a bit closer to get a good look at the older’s face. And sure enough, there’s a slightly panicked look in his eyes. “Did you like it?” he ends up asking bluntly, watching carefully to see if there’s any shift in Beomgyu’s face, his eyes, his emotions, lest he decides to be untrue with his answer.
Thankfully, Beomgyu’s eyes only widen before he takes a couple seconds to process the question. And when he does, his cheeks burn bright red. Before Taehyun can prompt him again, Beomgyu is already nodding his head to answer the question.
“Why didn’t you say anything before?” Taehyun frowns, one of his hands coming up to run through Beomgyu’s hair, comforting him enough to hopefully earn a verbal response this time. And he gets one, in the form of mumbles and a shrug.
“Isn’t it… I don’t know—weird? Like, aren’t you grossed out, or something?” he asks quietly, unable to even look Taehyun in the eyes. Which the latter is having none of, by the way, since he knows that they both know it’s important to be meaningfully a part of the conversation when they’re talking about something serious like this.
“Look at me,” Taehyun says first, voice soft but still making sure that Beomgyu knows it’s more of a command than anything else. Beomgyu meets his gaze slowly, and gulps before Taehyun continues speaking. “I’m not grossed out at all—why would I be? I told you, I’m always willing to make you happy. And if literally drooling over your cock makes you happy, then of course I’m not grossed out,” he explains. Taehyun even makes sure to hold Beomgyu’s hand while he’s speaking, if only so that they can have some physical contact to remind Beomgyu of the sincerity of his words.
Beomgyu says something, but it’s too mumbled and quiet for Taehyun to make out what it is. Despite the late hour, Taehyun doesn’t find his patience running thin like it usually does: this is clearly something a bit difficult for Beomgyu to talk about, and so Taehyun doesn’t want to come off as anything less than accepting. “Could you repeat that?”
“It’s not just you d-drooling when sucking me off,” he starts, cheeks aflame in something so red it’s able to glow in the dim lighting of the living room. “I want you to, like, spit… On me? And like, in my mouth, or something, and even if it’s just a hand job or something, I think I’d like your s-spit there too…”
“You sound unsure,” Taehyun notes calmly, despite all the implications behind his boyfriend’s words.
“No! I am sure,” Beomgyu assures, looking sheepish once he realizes how passionate he is about the topic. He’s back to speaking quietly when he continues with, “It’s just embarrassing to talk about…”
“It’s not embarrassing if it’s something you clearly like,” Taehyun assures, bringing their still joint hands up to kiss each one of Beomgyu’s knuckles. Taehyun can see and feel the way the older relaxes further at the action. “You can talk to me about anything, Beomgyu hyung.”
Beomgyu hums again, and fiddles with Taehyun’s fingers in his hand. “Are you sure? B-Because if it’s something you’re not into, then we don’t have to do anything about it. There’s so many other things that we both like, and you’re not—like, you’re different, and that’s okay—”
“Different?” Taehyun interrupts curiously. “What do you mean by different?”
Beomgyu looks like he’s struggling to put his thoughts and feelings into words again, but Taehyun is nothing if not patient when it comes to the other. So he waits, and runs his thumb over Beomgyu’s knuckles.
“You’re not weird, or gross like me, okay?” Beomgyu finally says, all in one breath. “So I get it if you think it’s disgusting, and if you end up not liking it.”
Taehyun doesn’t say anything for a while, mulling over how to deliver his words so that Beomgyu understand in one go. The stretch of silence makes Beomgyu’s shoulders slump, so Taehyun finally just bites the bullet and gets the words out to reassure his boyfriend.
“Liking my spit doesn’t make you weird or gross, Beomgyu hyung,” Taehyun says evenly, looking right into Beomgyu’s eyes as he speaks. “Having a kink doesn’t make you gross.”
Beomgyu looks like he’s debating with himself internally. “But—”
“There are no buts.” Taehyun dismisses that train of thought rather quickly. “If I told you I wanted to put on cat ears and meow for you, would you call me gross and disgusting?”
Expectedly, Beomgyu’s answer quickly comes in the form of him shaking his head vehemently.
Taehyun makes a sound of confirmation. “And then why would I think the same about you? You’re allowed to like things, things that turn you on. And I’m allowed to do things that make you feel good—I’m your boyfriend, Beomgyu. Your sexual partner, too. You can tell me things like this, okay? I’m like, in love with you. I’d lick the ground you walk on if you were into that.”
Finally, that seems to earn a giggle from Beomgyu. He’s finally smiling, and before Taehyun can admire the look on his face, the older is throwing himself at him in a hug.
“You’re right, Taehyun-ah, thank you. I love you.”
Now it’s Taehyun’s turn to smile, as he kisses Beomgyu’s forehead and squeezes him all the more tighter.
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Before Taehyun indulges Beomgyu completely, he decides that he needs to work out the nitty-gritty of Beomgyu’s preferences. He’s done this with other things they’ve introduced, and Beomgyu’s done it for him too. Which is why Taehyun likes to think of himself as a bit skilled and diligent when it comes to the practice of scoping out the scene.
And the way Taehyun plans on doing so, is by adhering to what Beomgyu himself suggested: “and even if it’s just a hand job or something, I think I’d like your s-spit there too…”
Yeah. Taehyun can do that. Taehyun can do anything for Beomgyu.
So Taehyun finds Beomgyu on the couch again, a week and a half later, on a calm and happy Saturday afternoon. He’s typing something on his laptop, looking like he’s due for a break. Perfect, his timing is impeccable.
“Hyung,” Taehyun chimes happily, skipping over to Beomgyu and taking a seat right next to him. “D’you wanna be my good puppy boy, right now?”
Abruptly, Beomgyu chokes on his next exhale. He coughs violently, and looks at Taehyun with wide eyes, clearly not knowing how to answer the abrupt question.
“What?” he eventually croaks out, shutting his laptop and putting it aside. “It’s—It’s noon? Isn’t it too… Early…?
“Does it have to be a certain time of day for us to play?” Taehyun asks back coyly, now crowding into Beomgyu’s space. He puts a hand on Beomgyu’s hip, while the other finds purchase on the arm rest beside Beomgyu’s head. “Do you want to play, Beomgyu?”
Beomgyu gulps, and Taehyun follows the movement. “Okay. Yeah, I wanna play, Taehyunnie.”
Taehyun grins, all teeth and his dimple. He crowds further into Beomgyu’s space, until he can make himself home on Beomgyu lap like he’s done so many times before. “Good boy.”
And then from there, it’s easy to get Beomgyu where he wants him. All it takes is a couple of heavy kisses and petting: tongue in Beomgyu’s mouth, hand in Beomgyu’s hair, scratches behind his ears like he’s a real puppy. Because he is—Taehyun’s puppy. Taehyun’s little pet, if he wanted to think about it that way too.
It’s only a matter of minutes before Beomgyu is panting into Taehyun’s mouth, drooling like he does more often than not. This time though, Taehyun doesn’t comment on it like he usually would. Instead, he pinches Beomgyu’s chin between his thumb and pointer finger, and pulls away.
“Look at me,” Taehyun demands, noting how his voice has already dropped an octave lower. Beomgyu complies without a hitch, his eyelids fluttering open as he breathes through his mouth heavily. “Don’t hold back on me, okay? I’m going to figure out what you like.”
Beomgyu nods, and then opens his mouth to speak when Taehyun pinches his chin harder. “Okay, hyung. Thank you.”
Taehyun smiles, and Beomgyu would think it’s cute if the younger didn’t proceed to then hold his mouth open. He leans in and watches as Beomgyu’s eyes flutter shut, no doubt thinking that he’s about to get kissed. But Taehyun does him one better, and sticks his tongue out to lick up and taste the saliva which had already spilled past Beomgyu’s mouth while they were kissing.
It’s kind of redundant, since Taehyun isn’t really cleaning anything. It only makes things messier, but the little whine Beomgyu lets out is gratifying, as he feels the smooth wetness of Taehyun’s tongue on his skin.
Taehyun has a feeling Beomgyu would like that, so he takes it a step further and sticks his tongue between Beomgyu’s parted lips, right into his open mouth. They’re not kissing perse, because Taehyun doesn’t use any lips at all. And he doesn’t let Beomgyu do anything either, simply keeping his mouth open while he fucks his tongue in and out.
And like he’d asked, Beomgyu doesn’t hold anything back. Every minute whine and whimper falls out of his mouth without hesitation, filling the room with pretty sounds alongside wet ones. And since his mouth has been open all this while, Beomgyu saliva spills down his chin in copious amounts.
Taehyun finds he kind of likes the glisten it paints his chin and fingers in.
“Messy,” he comments once he finally pulls back, fully taking in the dazed and glassy look in Beomgyu’s eyes. It’s satisfying and rewarding to see, since they haven’t really done anything—nothing past making out, in all honesty. But Beomgyu looks thoroughly fucked out reagrdless, and so Taehyun has no choice but to enjoy the sight in front of him. “Swallow, Beomgyu. Clean your mouth out for me, baby.”
What Beomgyu ends up swallowing is a combination of his own spit and Taehyun’s. The older seems to realize this too, since he almost greedily, hungrily swallows it all down. He whimpers once it’s all gone, and Beomgyu opens his mouth almost immediately after, almost as if he’s asking for more.
He always wants more, Taehyun has come to learn.
“Good job, puppy,” Taehyun praises, smacking a wet kiss onto Beomgyu’s cheek just because he can. He then proceeds to shove a hand between them, and down Beomgyu’s pants. He’s already hard, like Taehyun expected, and so the latter wastes no time before pulling him out completely, and then offering a hand up in front of Beomgyu’s face. “Do you want to spit in my hand? Or should I do it?”
It’s almost painfully comical how fast Beomgyu’s answers. “Yours—please. I want your spit, hyung.” Taehyun kind of already expected the answer, but it is also gratifying to hear. And so he makes sure to maintain eye contact with his boyfriend as he pushes the pool of saliva he’d been gathering under his tongue to the front of his mouth. He doesn’t look away as he lets the thick line of spit drip down onto his palm, and just for fun, he smiles at Beomgyu when he’s done, admiring the dumb look on his face.
Beomgyu is cute. Beomgyu also likes this a lot more than Taehyun had originally thought. He’s looking at Taehyun like he hung the stars in the sky, just for him.
“Can you do it again?” Beomgyu blurts out when Taehyun begins to move his hand down to where the older’s cock is leaking heavily against his stomach. When Taehyun fixes him with a look, Beomgyu flushes two shades of red darker, but doesn’t waver as he asks, “Can you use more spit?”
Of course Taehyun can. And so he does—pushing more saliva to the front of his mouth and spitting into his already wet palm. This time, Beomgyu outright moans at the visual: both the sight of the spit leaving Taehyun’s mouth, and the sight of the spit on Taehyun’s palm.
Again, Taehyun smiles. It’s so easy to please Beomgyu, sometimes. Well, most times. There’s not much going on up there anyways, when he has this look in his eyes.
This time when Taehyun brings his hand down between them, Beomgyu doesn’t stop him. Instead he watches, transfixed, almost as if he’s in a trance, as Taehyun wraps his fingers around his cock, wet with his own saliva.
Immediately, Beomgyu’s hips buck up into Taehyun’s touch. Normally, the latter would reprimand him, but he decides against it today, since he wants Beomgyu to enjoy this as much as possible, so that Taehyun knows what he enjoys the most. After all, this is all for Beomgyu.
Taehyun’s hand twists up and down Beomgyu’s cock like he’s done so many times before, expertly using his thumb and fingers in a way which has Beomgyu moaning and mewling uncontrollably beneath him. It’s a familiar sight, but one which still makes arousal swirl in his own gut.
But he’ll deal with that later. The pressing matter at hand is getting Beomgyu off, and using an obscene amount of spit to do so.
The thing with saliva is that it dries up. Although Beomgyu is still canting his hips and chasing the friction of Taehyun’s hand, the drag is turning dry and rough. As a solution, Taehyun bends over halfway, so that Beomgyu can still see what he’s doing. This time, there’s a lot of saliva he gathers in his mouth, and a lot which spills out as a long string, right onto the head of Beomgyu’s flushed, hard cock.
“Hyung,” Beomgyu whimpers, practically fucking into Taehyun’s fist at this point. The latter lets him, just because it’s a cute sight to see. Beomgyu red in the face, sweaty down to his neck, thrusting into the ring Taehyun makes with his fingers, chasing his own pleasure. “Taehyunnie hyung, more, more, more—”
Always asking for more.
Beomgyu is always asking for more because he knows Taehyun will always give him more.
Taehyun spits directly onto Beomgyu’s cock again. The warmth makes Beomgyu’s hips spasm as he chokes on his next moan, and his response only encourages Taehyun to do it again, and again, and again.
After three times, the fourth time Taehyun leans down enough to spit on Beomgyu’s length, his boyfriend is already coming. His cum spurts out white, hitting Taehyun right on the mouth since he doesn’t have enough time to move away. He doesn’t move his hand at all, and lets Beomgyu’s hips do all the work as he rides out his own orgasm.
When his hips finally do come to a still, he doesn’t waste a second before he’s surging forward and catching Taehyun’s cum stained lips in a kiss.
It’s messy and hard from the start, Beomgyu’s tongue licking over his lips to taste himself, and then shoving his cum between their mouths so that it ends up as a thinned down liquid, courtesy of their spit, and runs down both their chins.
If Taehyun didn’t think it was so hot, he’d think it was gross.
“C-Can I please get you off too?” Beomgyu pants into his mouth, licking up— cleaning up— the cum on Taehyun’s chin with his tongue. “I want to make you come, please Taehyun hyung—”
“Of course,” Taehyun agrees on a harsh exhale, already lifting his hips up so that it’s easier for Beomgyu’s eager hands to pull his pants down. And eager they are, all but fishing Taehyun out of his boxers and running his thumb over the head to collect precome.
Giving Taehyun a hand job is practically ingrained into the golds of Beomgyu’s brain, which is why it’s easy for him to work his boyfriend up quickly—even more so than he already is. Beomgyu is determined, a goal in mind, and the pursed, concentrated pout on his face is endearing to look at.
But there’s something else Taehyun wants to try.
“Beomgyu-yah,” he calls, the older’s head immediately snapping up and looking into his own with wide, eager eyes. Beomgyu’s need to please is heartwarming, and Taehyun makes sure to satisfy that part of his boyfriend before anything else. “It feels really good, puppy. And I was wondering… Do you wanna suck on my fingers, baby?”
Beomgyu’s breath hitches as he hears the question, the movement of his hand faltering slightly on Taehyun’s cock. His hand recovers quicker than his brain though, since he’s already moving again, while his mouth is still opening and closing, unsure of what to say.
The sight makes Taehyun grin, biting back a groan when Beomgyu’s thumb swipes over the head of his cock so that he can speak clearly. He puts the tips of his index and middle finger onto the wet, bitten flesh of Beomgyu lower lip, and doesn’t comment on the way his mouth falls open farther. “Do you want to try? We’ll stop if you’re not into it?”
Beomgyu nods at the same time that he leans forward to make Taehyun’s fingers into his mouth deeper. His mouth is eager too: Beomgyu is bobbing his head up and down, sucking on his fingers like he would suck Taehyun’s cock.
The realization only makes Taehyun harder in Beomgyu’s fist. The latter probably feels him twitch, and also definitely feels him spurt out more precome, since he quickens both the pace of his hand and mouth.
Just watching Beomgyu brings Taehyun closer to the edge: lips rubbed raw against his fingers, Beomgyu’s spit running down the digits, pooling at the webbing between his fingers. Beomgyu’s hand twisting around his cock expertly, and Beomgyu’s eyes fluttering shut every time Taehyun’s fingers reach the back of his tongue.
And if Taehyun thought that the whole finger-sucking thing was affecting him, it takes only one look down between their bodies to see that it’s clearly affecting Beomgyu too: he’s hard again.
“You really…” Taehyun trails off breathlessly. Beomgyu can only vaguely manage to see the way he gulps, eyes closing right after. He’s focused on other, more important things, as it were. Like making Taehyun come, and sticking his tongue out enough to knock into Taehyun’s ring finger, silently asking for another. He’s granted a third finger the same time the younger asks, “You really like it this much, huh?”
Yeah. Beomgyu likes it a lot—likes knowing that his spit is running down Taehyun’s fingers, likes knowing that it’s affecting his boyfriend as much as it’s affecting him. So he nods, and Taehyun moans a pretty sound while his hand goes between their bodies to wrap around Beomgyu’s sensitive yet hard cock again. “Show me how much you like it, puppy. Can you come again, for me?”
If it’s for Taehyun, Beomgyu is pretty sure he can do anything. He nods his head yes, and takes a deep breath through his nose so that he can concentrate despite all the stimulation around him. Taehyun is close, that much Beomgyu can tell from the way his hips begin thrusting lazily into his palm. And he’s close too despite not having had Taehyun’s hand on him for too long, because Taehyun’s fingers are in his mouth—of course he’s close.
“Taehyunnie,” Beomgyu gurgles around the digits, panting far too heavily. He feels hot all over, even more so when he sees the pleasure-slacken look on the younger’s face. Taehyun pulls his fingers out only halfway as he tries to speak, and surprises himself as he moans alongside Beomgyu at the way Beomgyu’s drool spills between them. “Hyung, ‘m gonna come again,” he whines.
Beomgyu’s tongue is messy and uncoordinated as it licks over his fingers again, and his hand is beginning to lose rhythm too. Thankfully, rhythm isn’t what Taehyun needs right now, the friction of Beomgyu’s slick hand, and the way he keeps drooling over his fingers, is enough to bring him to an orgasm.
Taehyun comes with strings of pearly white into Beomgyu’s hand, and the feeling of warmth must be what sends Beomgyu over the edge, since he’s coming into Taehyun’s hand for a second time already. Beomgyu is shaking more than he is, obviously, convulsing as he tries to find something to ground him: it ends up being Taehyun’s fingers again, sucking on them softly as he whimpers and moans through the aftershocks of his second orgasm.
“You’re crazy,” Taehyun tells Beomgyu once he’s caught his breath, watching with fascination and adoration as Beomgyu suckles his fingers. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”
“You’re hot,” Beomgyu corrects, pulling off of Taehyun’s fingers slowly and kissing the tips. “It was so hot when you spit on my dick—I thought I was gonna die. Seriously.”
Taehyun snorts, and then looks at the mess of spit and cum between them. “Don’t die yet, baby. We have to clean up.”
At least Beomgyu has a bit of audacity to look sheepish as he asks, “Can I lick it?” Taehyun groans, swearing he sees stars swimming in his vision. Beomgyu was going to kill him one day, wasn’t he?”
“Yeah,” the younger ends up conceding, bringing his soiled hand up to Beomgyu’s swollen mouth. The bastard licks his lips before sticking his tongue out to lap up all the cum coating Taehyun’s fingers. All of his cum coating Taehyun’s fingers. “Good boy, Gyu. I’m pretty sure I figured out all that you like.”
There’s an implicit promise of something in Taehyun’s words, one which Beomgyu looks forward to with a racing heart and a whirring mind.
In the meantime though, Beomgyu makes a show of cleaning Taehyun’s hand: maintaining eye contact with him, and smacking his lips together to savour the taste when he’s done.
Needless to say, they play for a lot longer after that.
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Taehyun is ready to put all of his acquired research into valuable, fulfilling practice another week later.
Tonight, he finds Beomgyu on their bed, face smushed in the pillows, with the blanke covering only half of his body. The sight is cute, so Taehyun spends an undisclosed amount of time just watching from the doorframe. And when he finally puts one foot in front of the other, his footsteps are light so as to not rouse Beomgyu from his nap just yet.
Taehyun takes his jacket off, and drops his backpack down onto the floor next to Beomgyu’s. He takes his jeans off too, relishing in the comfortable feeling of being freed from the restrictive material, before joining Beomgyu in bed.
He shuffles under the covers slowly, pressing his chest to Beomgyu’s back while throwing an arm over his waist, just how the both of them like it.
And he spends some time like this, quietly. There’s something relaxing and comforting about just being able to feel Beomgyu’s heartbeat through his body, to be able to match his breathing to the sleeping boy’s rhythm. To be able to kiss the nape of Beomgyu’s neck through his outgrown hair, to be able to nuzzle into his warmth.
Taehyun likes and appreciates moments like these: where there’s nothing else to fall in love with besides each other.
Eventually though, Beomgyu shifts in his sleep, and realizes that there’s another body next to him. Taehyun keeps watching the whole time, endeared as it seems like the older’s body is pushing further back into him, without even opening his eyes first.
“Taehyunnie?” he mumbles sleepily, voice croaky and dry from not being used. He hasn’t turned around to greet him yet, but he does find Taehyun’s hand with his own, twining their fingers together and letting them rest on his stomach.
“Mhm. Good morning, Gyu,” he mutters, kidding Beomgyu’s cheek this time, the skin warm and flushed with sleep.
“It’s not actually morning, is it?” Beomgyu finally cracks an eye open, looking around the room to see that only darkness peeks through a slip in the curtain. “Scared me for a sec…”
Taehyun chuckles, and Beomgyu finally turns around to look at him. His eyes are puffy around the edges, and swollen with sleep. They don’t open fully yet, but they don’t need to in order for Taehyun to lean in and peck his lips, like he’s been waiting to do since they said goodbye to each other in the morning.
“Still tired?” Taehyun asks against his lips, to which Beomgyu shakes his head cutely. His hair is a mess from sleep, black, outgrown strands sticking out fluffily.
“More awake now that you’re back,” Beomgyu smiles, leaning in to kiss Taehyun himself. “Did you get all your work done before coming home?” Taehyun nods his head, his unoccupied hand brushing through the slight tangles in Beomgyu’s hair. “Good. I can have you all to myself now.”
“You always have me,” Taehyun says without thinking too much, earning a pretty pink blush from Beomgyu before the older is leaning in to kiss him again. Probably so that Taehyun doesn’t say anything else like that.
Taehyun kisses him back, languid, soft, and slow. They melt into each other and the sheets, pressing warm hands to warmer bodies, tangling their limbs alongside tangling the blanket. Taehyun slots a thigh between Beomgyu’s legs the same that Beomgyu trails kisses down to his jaw, sighing happily and pleasurably once he begins leaving faint marks on the younger’s skin.
“You’re not wearing a shirt,” Taehyun states after a few minutes, running his fingertips up the bare knobs of Beomgyu’s spine.
The older hums against his pulse point. “Hm. Did you just notice?” Taehyun isn’t too ashamed to nod his head. He was a bit distracted with his too-big-for-his-heart feelings for his boyfriend, anyways. Beomgyu snorts at his immediate answer. “You should pay more attention to me.”
“I always pay attention to you,” Taehyun tuts softly, dipping his head back down so that he can occupy Beomgyu’s mouth with his own. “You don’t want to get bratty with me now.”
“Is that a threat?” Beomgyu mumbles, a lazy smile on his face. Their lips brush together with every breath, but neither of them move to make it into a proper kiss. “Or a promise?”
Taehyun hums, pretending to contemplate his answer. The hand still on Beomgyu’s back trails its way up higher, until he’s able to grab a fistful of hair, and pull Beomgyu’s head back. Not as roughly as he usually would, but rough enough that it sends pain through his scalp. “What do you want it to be, baby?”
Beomgyu hums too, but his comes out shaky. The latter’s lidded eyes are boring into Taehyun’s already dark ones, seemingly contemplating an answer. Finally, he settles on, “Promise. Can you fuck me?”
“‘Course I can,” Taehyun answers easily, rolling onto his back and bringing Beomgyu with him. This time, it ends up with Beomgyu on his lap, blinking at him owlishly as he gets used to the repositioning. “But why do you deserve it?”
“Been thinking about you all day,” Beomgyu admits easily, shuffling around a little to get comfortable in Taehyun’s lap. The hand in his hair lets go, following a path down Beomgyu’s shoulders, tracing his collarbones, and then tracing the lines of his muscles on his chest. “I missed you so much, Taehyun-ah.”
Beomgyu sounds like he means it, so Taehyun has no choice but to smile sweetly while he circles Beomgyu’s nipple with his fingertip. “I missed you too, baby. What else?”
“I already stretched myself out for you.” At this confession, Taehyun’s eyes widen. He tries to play it off though, by urging Beomgyu to continue with a sideways tilt of his head. “In the shower. Before coming to bed—I couldn’t wait. I want you to fuck me.”
Beomgyu probably feels Taehyun twitch underneath him, since he dives down for a kiss right after. This one is messier than the first few that they shared, with the older lapping up the inside of Taehyun’s mouth like it’s been months since they’ve tasted each other, and not just a few, long hours since the beginning of the day.
And again, like always, Beomgyu begins drooling through their kiss. Spit coming out the corner of his mouth, spilling through every exchange of their tongues. Taehyun grins when he feels the familiar wetness, and brings his hand back to Beomgyu’s hair to yank, pulling him off and up.
“Stupid already, Beomgyu? You’re making a mess,” he comments, licking his lips as a show, to show Beomgyu the spit already on his chin and philtrum. The older blushes, unable to meet eyes with Taehyun despite admitting to all the dirty things he did in the shower, not even five minutes prior. “How much do you wanna think tonight, hm?”
Sometimes, it varies. Today, it seems like Beomgyu doesn’t want to think much at all, since he just shakes his head and grips the end of Taehyun’s sweater. He pulls the hem up, revealing the younger’s abs and muscles, appreciatively squeezing his stomach.
“Alright puppy, don’t start drooling too much just yet,” Taehyun chimes, flipping them over once again so that Beomgyu’s back can comfortably meet the sheets and pillows. “How much prep did you do? Are you really stretched?” Taehyun asks, just to be safe and careful. Beomgyu shows three fingers, and wiggles them around, probably mimicking the motions of how he fingered himself.
Taehyun would laugh if the situation was more appropriate. “Fine. Open your mouth, baby.”
Beomgyu’s eyes sparkle at the command, and his mouth falls open without any preamble. It looks like he already knows what Taehyun is going to do, which the latter doesn’t mind. If anything, it makes it only a bit hotter now, how Beomgyu is waiting so eagerly, starry eyed and desperate.
Tongue lolling out, breath coming out heavy, fingers anticipatedly gripping Taehyun’s sweater. Beomgyu is cute, Taehyun concludes, and then decides that Beomgyu is even cuter when he goes cross eyed, feeling Taehyun’s warm spit right on his tongue.
Beomgyu moans when he swallows, sounding as if Taehyun’s literal spit is the best thing he’d tasted in his entire life. How fascinating, truly.
Taehyun pulls his sweater off before it can make him sweat even more, already flushed and hot from their foreplay. They’re both left in just their boxers, and Taehyun dives down to capture his boyfriend’s lips in something which is more spit than kiss. Their shared saliva runs down the sides of Beomgyu’s mouth, painting his cheeks in a shiny, glistening hue.
“Do you want it again?” Taehyun asks between kisses, highlighting his question by letting a thin drip of spit fall from his mouth, right onto Beomgyu’s lips. When the latter nods, Taehyun tsks. “Answer the question, don’t be dumb and forget the rules.” Taehyun’s rules comprise of Beomgyu always using his words, no matter how stupid he wants to be.
Beomgyu hiccups before answering. “Yes, hyung. Spit in my mouth again, p-please.”
Taehyun coos, because Beomgyu had asked so sweetly, already sounding so fucked out. His mouth is already open though, awaiting, and so Taehyun doesn’t make him wait any longer before spitting right onto his tongue.
Beomgyu moans even higher this time, if possible. He swallows Taehyun’s spit down, and makes a pained noise right after, as if he’s sad that it’s already gone. Beomgyu’s hips buck up against Taehyun’s, and the latter realizes with poorly contained shock that his boyfriend is already rock hard. As in, insanely fucking hard, and all Taehyun has done is spit in his mouth a couple times.
“At this rate, you’re gonna cream your pants, baby,” Taehyun comments, stripping them both of their final garments of clothing. “Hold it a bit longer, yeah? You said you wanted hyung to fuck you.”
“Yes, please,” Beomgyu immediately blurts out, parting his legs on autopilot when Taehyun slides off from on top of him and settles on his knees between his thighs. “Hyung please, I want you so that—”
“Me, or my spit?” Taehyun interrupts, finding the bottle of lube which Beomgyu had hidden poorly underneath a pillow. He squeezes some onto his fingers, and then spits in his hand for good measure too—read: Beomgyu almost wailing at the sight—and bringing the hand down between the older’s legs. Beomgyu doesn't answer even after Taehyun has given him some time, so the younger asks again. “I haven’t even fucked you yet, baby, but you’re already acting like a dumb dog. Me, or my spit?”
His question is accentuated with a harsh thrust in of two of his fingers, since Beomgyu really did seem to do a decent job of stretching himself out in the shower. But Taehyun can never be too careful, which is why he scissors his fingers too as he waits for an answer.
And he’s not too surprised at the one he gets.
“Hyung, I—I don’t know,” Beomgyu whimpers, screwing his eyes shut and scrunching his face in what’s probably half-pleasure, and half-frustration at not being able to answer the question. But Taehyun expected it, which is why he rips Beomgyu’s focus back to him by biting the soft part of his thigh, sliding a third finger in at the same time.
“Can you even get off anymore without me spitting on you?” he asks bluntly, cocking up an eyebrow at the same time that his fingertips make contact with the spongy feel of Beomgyu’s prostate. “If I don’t treat you like a stupid pet, can you still come?”
Bwomgyu’s answer doesn’t come in the form of words, of course not. It comes in the form of sob, and in the form of him shaking his head. Taehyun doesn’t know whether Beomgyu shaking his head is the answer to the question; no, or an attempt to rid himself of even thinking about the possibility of not being able to get off without Taehyun’s literal spit.
In the end, it doesn’t matter what the asnwer is. Because either way, no matter what it would’ve been, Taehyun knew he would still ask Beomgyu to, “Open your mouth.”
Beomgyu cries out as he hears the command, but he opens his mouth nonetheless. His eyes are teary, and his mouth is letting out continuous moans and whines, even as it’s wide open. “Now keep it open, pretty. I wanna see how long you’ll wait for my fucking spit.”
It is humiliating, the way Beomgyu listens to Taehyun’s words without protest. The way he does keep his mouth open, ignoring the ache beginning to settle into his jaw, and ignoring the way his throat dries up. But he’s able to brave it all, ignore it all, when he sees Taehyun finally, finally move up from between his legs, pulling his fingers out of his hole too.
Beomgyu watches, because he’s unable to do much else. And despite trying his best to watch, his eyes still roll into the back of his head when Taaehyun spits an obscenely large wad of saliva into his mouth. There’s so much that Beomgyu chokes on it, some of it slipping right down his throat. It’s so warm and so Taehyun, that it causes a full body shiver to run through him.
When Beomgyu finally does open his eyes, he sees that Taehyun is staring at him, eyes dark with desire, and face satisfied with Beomgyu’s reaction.
“Poor little puppy,” Taehyun mumbles, his eyes never leaving Beomgyu’s, even as he lubes up his own cock. “You’ll never be able to get off anymore with me spitting in your dumb mouth.”
It’s true. Probably so true that it makes tears spring to Beomgyu’s eyes—he’s absolutely ruined, isn’t he? Ruined for anyone else’s cock, anyone else’s love, anyone else’s spit.
But it’s not the worst thing in the world. Beomgyu wouldn’t want anyone else anyways. Taehyun has the best cock, the best love, the best spit… So Beomgyu is okay with being ruined.
It means a lifetime of swallowing Taehyun's saliva, anyways.
Taehyun pushes into him in one, practiced go. He punches a wrecked moan out of Beomgyu’s mouth, who practically squeals when Taehyun sets a fast and brutal pace right off the bat.
“Ah, hyung!” Beomgyu moans shakily, grabbing onto Taehyun’s hands tights, from when the younger had laced their fingers together above his head. “Hyung, hyung, can I—can you please—” Beomgyu whines, Taehyun nailing his prostate dead-on. “Please, please, hyung!”
“What do you want?” Taehyun grunts, lips wet and breath hot where he’s tucked into Beomgyu’s neck, sucking hickeys under his jaw and making sure he leaves a trail wet enough for Beomgyu to feel. He thinks he already knows what Beomgyu wants, but again. It’s nice and gratifying to actually hear him say it.
“Can you—” Beomgyu throws his head back and Taehyun sees two tears slip down his cheeks at the same time that his cock jumps on his stomach. From what Taehyun knows from years of being with Beomgyu, it’s that it looks like his boyfriend is close, and is holding himself back from something. Or holding himself back until he gets something. “Please, hyung, I-I’m so close…"
“Tell me,” Taehyun insists, picking up the pace of his thrusts, if only to see how long Beomgyu can stave himself off, and how long he can prove Taehyun’s words true. Can you even get off anymore without me spitting on you? No, probably not. “Tell hyung what you want, or else you won’t get it, Beomgyu-yah.”
Beomgyu shakes his head, another cry retching itself out of his throat. Like he hates the idea of not getting what he wants that much.
“In—N-No on—” he babbles, cutting himself off just to cry and moan. Finally though, he seems to have enough. Finally, Beomgyu seems to have found his tongue. “Spit. Again, please. Anywhere, hyung, anywhere please!”
Taehyun spits, but with no specific aim. It lands on his chest, and when Taehyun spits on Beomgyu again, just because he can feel his boyfriend clench around him, meaning he’s close, it lands on his face this time.
Beomgyu positively sobs this time, clenching around Taehyun so impossibly tight and shaking violently as wave after wave of his orgasm washes over him. Beomgyu doesn’t stop coming for a long time, ropes of cum spurting onto his stomach for what feels like ages. Neither does he stop convulsing and moaning softly as he feels Taehyun thrust shallowly inside him.
Taehyun doesn't need much more to come, not after seeing Beomgyu’s brutal orgasm rip through him, and he thrusts into his boyfriend only three more times before coming inside of Beomgyu with a loud moan and violent shudder.
Taehyun catches his breath before Beomgyu, and is left to watch as the older shakes weakly with any movement. His eyes are closed, and his mouth is still open as he tries to take in deep breaths. Beomgyu’s face is wet with the aid of tears and mouthly fluids, and so Taehyun takes the liberty upon himself to use his finger to scoop up the wetness by Beomgyu’s mouth, and feed it back to him.
Weakly, so, so weakly, Beomgyu’s head turns to look right up at Taehyun. His eyes look like they’re struggling to stay open, but his desires are as clear as day: Beomgyu’s lips come closed around Taehyun’s finger gently, faintly sucking on the digit.
“Stupid baby,” Taehyun whsipers, unable to help the hint of awe which bleeds into his tone. Beomgyu jerks slightly at his words, and his eyes well up with tears like it’s an automatic reaction. Taehyun pushes down on his tongue, pulls his finger out, and is unable to bite back a smile when there’s a thin trail of spit which spills from the corner of his mouth.