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Beomgyu can’t wrap his head around the fact that he and Taehyun are actually together. Well, kind of.
Making the transition from friends to something more with Taehyun has been too easy because everything with Taehyun has always been easy – except when he was making a fool of himself in an overpriced italian restaurant and asking Taehyun about his family cat, but there’s really no need to dwell on that. There’s comfort in already knowing a lot about each other and already being a part of each other’s lives to some extent.
Due to that built-in familiarity, nothing much has changed after their disaster of a first date a little over a month ago. They still hang out in Soobin’s apartment several nights a week; they eat lunch with their group of friends who surprisingly had little to say about them dating aside from Yeonjun’s lewd wiggle of his eyebrows; Taehyun still wraps his arm around Beomgyu’s shoulders when they’re next to each other; and they even still hit the gym together when their class schedules permit it. Everything looks exactly as it was before that kiss on the campus mountain, at least on the surface.
But the part no one else sees is that Taehyun holds him just a little tighter now when they’re next to each other and tangles their legs together when they’re studying in the library. He lets Beomgyu play with his fingers against his thigh underneath the lunch table before he takes the liberty of picking the clams out of his soup because he knows Beomgyu hates seafood. It’s amazing how he manages to make Beomgyu feel special without doing anything out of the ordinary. Just Taehyun listening to Beomgyu rant about his day over the phone late at night and telling him he likes the new color of his hair has Beomgyu feeling things.
Most importantly, Taehyun has made a habit of kissing Beomgyu senseless whenever they’re alone, and those innocent first kisses have transitioned into something much more intense over the past couple of weeks. Taehyun has always been touchy, but since they got together he’s begun to touch with intention, knowing how to brush his fingers along Beomgyu’s skin in seemingly the most innocent of ways to make Beomgyu go a little bit more insane because it’s not like Beomgyu can just jump Taehyun in the middle of campus (he has some decency). More than that, having access to Taehyun this way has only made him even hotter in Beomgyu’s eyes. Frustratingly so.
Because it turns out that Taehyun is into him – like, really into him. It wasn’t a pity date. Far from.
If Beomgyu had been brave enough to ask Taehyun out the minute he caught feelings, they could have been doing this all along: stealing kisses in the gym locker room and giggling into each other’s shoulders with burning cheeks after Yeonjun throws a roll of paper towels at them for catching them kissing in his kitchen again.
Or, making out against Taehyun’s dorm room door like they’re doing right now.
Taehyun’s hands have already untucked Beomgyu’s shirt enough for his palms to make contact with the skin of Beomgyu’s waist, just the way Beomgyu’s learned he’s fond of doing. And Beomgyu wastes no time in threading his fingers through Taheyun’s hair to pull him in impossibly close and lick along Taehyun’s bottom lip. Taehyun can read the signal easily enough and opens his mouth to give Beomgyu the access he very much needs right now. Chaste and tentative touches have gone out the window because today Beomgyu has finally reached his breaking point.
A complication with dating a friend, Beomgyu has learned, is that while he and Taehyun are busy building their own secret world of stolen glances and memorizing the clothed planes of each other’s bodies when no one’s looking, the fact that they were friends before they got together means that no one on campus seems to know that anything has changed between them. And less than one hour ago, that general ignorance had prompted one of Taehyun’s classmates to be bold enough to ask Taehyun out right in the middle of the library while Beomgyu was busy returning a book to a shelf. He’d stopped in his tracks when he noticed the new figure at their study table, the tell-tale stupid look on their face that he knows because that’s also how he looks at Kang Taehyun, and his stomach dropped at seeing Taehyun reciprocate the smile.
“Ah, sorry.” Taehyun’s smile had been nothing but genuine, still disarming for Beomgyu even if it wasn’t directed at him. “I’m seeing someone.”
“Seeing someone seriously or…?”
“Yeah.” Taehyun’s smile had widened, looking up to meet Beomgyu’s gaze because apparently there was nothing discreet about the way all 1.8 meters of him were trying to hide behind a bookshelf and eavesdrop. “I’m pretty serious about it.”
And just like that, Beomgyu fell even harder.
They’d only lasted another twenty minutes in the library because Beomgyu kept reading the same three lines over and over again – too distracted with the victory laps he was doing in his mind – and his smug lip biting had gotten to be too much for Taehyun to handle.
So that’s how they ended up making the half-run back to Taehyun’s single dorm room to celebrate in the best way they know how. What they’re really celebrating, Beomgyu isn’t too sure, but he does know that the air around them feels different now, like everything is a little more compressed and intense, and he needs to kiss Taehyun harder, pull his shirt over his head, and finally take that next step that they’ve been dancing around for weeks now.
“Bed,” Taehyun prompts against his lips, and Beomgyu is all too eager to comply.
They’ve talked about it a bit – Taehyun as direct as ever about getting himself tested and how much he likes the whimpers in his ear when they’re grinding against each other in Beomgyu’s bed, his hands no longer shy to grab Beomgyu’s ass. And it’s inevitable that kissing leads to more, more need to touch and to feel. Beomgyu is curious about every piece of Taehyun. There’s still that novelty of not knowing everything, of wondering what he’s like when it’s just them, bare. How will he hold Beomgyu? Will he be just as gentle with his hands as he is with his words?
Sentimental shit aside, he also just really wants to see Taehyun naked. He knows it will be good, and just for him to see. Perhaps Beomgyu has spent a bit too much time thinking about that part.
Beomgyu tries to ground himself in the present – Taehyun’s lips doing a very good job of distracting him from his racing thoughts – and attempts to make good on his promise to get Taehyun out of his pesky shirt at the same moment the younger leads them backwards towards the bed. It’s clunky, Taehyun trying to lift his arms over his head and walk backwards while Beomgyu refuses to break the kiss, and perhaps Beomgyu should be looking where he’s going because in the next second his pinky toe collides with something hard causing him to yelp. Taehyun attempts to peek out from under the shirt that is only half off – his arms still raised above his head – with a look of concern. He’s all too endearing even when Beomgyu is cringing in pain.
“Fuck.” Beomgyu whines. “What was that?”
Both their eyes fall to the floor as they identify the culprit: a stainless steel weight that is easily above 10kg.
“Sorry.” Taehyun says genuinely, but Beomgyu can see the small curl of his lips. Soobin always does tell Beomgyu that he looks especially ridiculous when he pouts, only Taehyun seems to find it cute.
“Why is that on the floor?” They really should be kissing and not discussing weights, but Beomgyu feels compelled to understand this part of Taehyun – the objects he leaves laying about like traps on the floor of his dorm room. If only for the sake of his future safety.
Taehyun shrugs, finally removing the shirt and discarding it on the floor without a second glance.
“The weights are too heavy to put on the shelf.”
“Okay, that’s kind of hot.”
Beomgyu can forgive the throbbing in his toe if it means he gets to appreciate the results of Taehyun’s commitment to fitness. That’s exactly what he’s doing now, taking in the display of toned muscles laid out in front of him. His toe might be broken, but who cares? Kang Taehyun is shirtless before him and looking at Beomgyu with a look of half amusement and half impatience because Beomgyu is still very much clothed.
“Where were we?”
Taheyun wastes no time in picking up where they left off, easing Beomgyu into his lap as he scoots back on the mattress. So far, this is all familiar territory: the feeling of Taehyun’s lips on his neck and the way his hands play along the skin of Beomgyu’s back underneath his shirt. But it’s different this time because it’s clear to both of them that this is all leading somewhere. A month – or months in Beomgyu’s case – of tension will finally have an outlet.
At the same time, there’s another nagging thought plaguing Beomgyu that even the eagerness of Taehyun’s lips is unable to distract him from. If they do this, then they’ll probably never be able to go back to being just friends. Because, they are friends first, and Beomgyu still fears fucking up their friend group if this doesn’t work out. He tries to push that thought aside as Taehyun tugs at the base of his shirt, prompting him to lift it over his head.
The cool air of the room hits Beomgyu’s skin, causing him to shiver in Taehyun’s hold. The younger seems to like that and in the next second is biting down against his collar bone, and there’s little else Beomgyu can do aside from roll his hips against Taehyun’s lap while he lets out a small sigh of contentment as Taehyun’s hands explore his skin.
The teasing touches Taehyun has been dishing out the past few weeks pale in comparison to the way Taehyun touches him now – bold enough to feel everything. It makes Beomgyu’s heart swell with pride because Taehyun touches him like each new patch of skin is exciting, and he uses his teeth with abandon in a way Beomgyu never knew he liked before. It’s far from possessive, the way he sucks the skin of Beomgyu’s neck, but there’s definitely something about the placement of said marks that feels intentional. Taehyun’s not one for bragging on social media or announcing his private business to acquaintances, so maybe this is his way of making clear to others exactly what goes on between them. Beomgyu doesn’t mind in the least.
Beomgyu is almost so distracted by the sting of Taehyun’s teeth that he forgets he too has the ability to touch right now. He can kick himself for missing out on feeling up Taehyun for the past five minutes, or he can get to work. It’s really an easy call from there. Taehyun’s chest is just as strong as it looks, and far more sturdy than the usual t-shirts he wears make it out to be. He slides his palms up along Taehyun’s pectorals. In past make-out groping sessions, he quickly learned that it’s a sensitive area – one where his hands alone can make the softest of groans fall from Taehyun’s lips if he plays with his nipples. The sound he makes today is new though, a little addicting, and thrilling – much like everything else about this afternoon.
He knows that neither of them are super experienced, they’re kind of just playing this by ear with eager hands and uncoordinated lips. But that’s the charm of it for Beomgyu: they’re figuring it out, one centimeter of skin at a time. It’s okay if not every touch lands the perfect reaction and Taehyun’s neck isn’t as sensitive as Beomgyu had imagined, or when he rolls his hips at an odd angle and causes Taehyun to let out a not-pleasured grunt. He’s quickly forgiven with a quick peck to his nose despite the grimace Taehyun tries to hold back. In short, it’s messy, but that doesn’t mean it’s not great because it’s Taehyun he’s figuring this all out with.
It’s when Beomgyu’s hands journey down the planes of Taehyun’s abs – he’ll appreciate those more properly with his mouth later – and land on the band of his sweatpants that the reality of what they’re doing seems to set in for both of them.
“Are we gonna do this?” Taehyun pulls away to ask. His eyes drop to Beomgyu’s fingers that are currently playing with the elastic of his sweatpants before returning to focus on Beomgyu’s face.
Beomgyu nods all too eagerly. Taehyun’s lips are more plump than usual now, his gaze charmingly imploring as he searches Beomgyu’s face for any sign of discomfort. He smiles when he finds none.
“Yeah.”
Taehyun captures his lips again, harder than usual and causing their teeth to clank. But they quickly recover, setting a new pace as Beomgyu palms Taehyun through his sweats. Feeling Taehyun harden in his hand is so different from feeling the semis he’s had against Beomgyu’s thighs when they’ve made out, and it encourages him to bite Taehyun’s lips and swallow the moans he lets out. He wants to be closer, wants to actually touch Taehyun and not through two layers of fabric like he’s done the past few weeks.
“Off. Pants.” Apparently the effect is so strong that Beomgyu is only capable of speaking like a caveman. But who can blame him when Taehyun is doing such delightful things with his tongue?
The next thing Beomgyu knows, he’s being hoisted out of Taheyun’s lap, his world spinning until the back of his head comes into contact with the wall that was in front of him seconds ago with a loud enough thump to probably concern Taehyun’s neighbors. He opens his eyes – only a little dizzy – to find Taheyun straddling him with a look of panic on his face.
“Ow.” Beomgyu winces and reaches to rub the back of his head, but Taehyun’s hand beats him to it.
“Sorry. I thought that would be hot but it just…”
“Backfired?” Beomgyu offers with a giggle. At least he has confirmation that Taehyun can easily throw him around, they just need to be mindful of vertical surfaces in the future.
“Yeah.”
“No worries. I hit my head a lot when I was a kid.” And as an adult. But that’s probably not the most reassuring thing to tell the guy who is number one in his class. Beomgyu’s brain to mouth filter seems to be malfunctioning because he doesn’t waste a breath before getting back to the subject at hand. “Your pants?”
Taehyun blinks away his confusion, and it’s all too cute to Beomgyu. “Right, my pants.”
Beomgyu expects Taehyun to only remove the sweats, but the younger seems full of surprises today when he pulls off his sweats and briefs in one swift movement before throwing them on the floor.
“Oh.” Beomgyu’s eyes zero in on Taehyun’s half hard dick, and his brain short circuits for a moment.
Taking in Beomgyu’s shock, Taehyun’s eyes widen. “Did you mean only the pants…?”
“No, no.” Beomgyu reassures, holding his hand up to stop Taehyun’s panic, still somewhat transfixed. “This is good.”
“Good?” Taehyun questions, half of a laugh falling from his lips and revealing his nerves.
“Very good.” Beomgyu confirms.
Of course he’s felt Taehyun’s dick before, but seeing it half hard and curved against his thigh is a whole other experience. He wants to touch, but he also wants them to be on a level playing field first. So, he quickly moves to match Taehyun’s level of nakedness, his eyes lingering on Taehyun’s face all the while. When his pants and boxers are thrown somewhere on the floor and Taehyun bites down on his lip, there’s really little else Beomgyu can do aside from surging forward to capture it between his own teeth.
Taehyun’s skin is smooth, his muscles firm, and the feeling of skin on skin is so different from anything they’ve done before. Soon, their legs are tangled together, their hips rolling on autopilot because the feeling of his own dick against Taehyun’s thigh is kind of magical, and they’re both lost in all the new sensations the position brings them. His hands want to be everywhere: on Taehyun’s back, his legs, his dick, but unfortunately he only has two of them. So, Beomgyu takes his time feeling along Taehyun’s thighs and lets Taehyun grope his ass like he’s probably been dying to do all afternoon, producing gasps from both of them.
Things take on a more fervent pace when Beomgyu takes Taehyun in his hand and begins to work him to full hardness. It’s cute how Taehyun’s hips buck involuntarily at just the touch of Beomgyu’s fingers wrapping around the base, but it’s the breathy squeak he lets out that makes Beomgyu giggle into the skin of his neck. Sensitive: he’ll remember that. Not that he fairs much better when Taehyun’s fingers reach between his cheeks to tentatively press against his rim.
“We need lube,” Beomgyu mumbles against Taehyun’s lips.
“Right.”
And it’s when Taehyun pulls away to rummage through his drawer and his body already misses the warmth of Taehyun pressed up against him that those plaguing thoughts about forever ruining their friendship return. And when he’s nervous, he tends to think out loud.
His voice comes out smaller than he intends when he asks, “Have you thought this through?”
“Thought what through?” Taehyun is breathless and Beomgyu beams because he did that.
“What we’re about to do.” Beomgyu plays with the sheets beneath his fingers. He knows he shouldn’t worry, but he can’t help biting down on his lip as he waits for Taehyun’s response.
Taehyun settles on his side next to Beomgyu, looking at him all too fondly and it makes Beomgyu’s stomach do funny things.
“I’ve thought about having sex with you, if that’s what you’re asking.”
It’s a very Taehyun thing to say – always direct and to the point. Beomgyu rolls his eyes before trying to make his most serious face, which isn’t easy considering he has Taehyun naked and reclined, shamelessly checking him out.
“This is the point of no return, Taehyun. I don’t think we can ever be just friends again after this.”
Despite all the literature he studies, Beomgyu is by no means a romantic who thinks that sex is the pinnacle of a relationship. Sure, it’s a part of some relationships, but it isn’t the only thing that can validate one. He and Taehyun know each other as friends, as two people who date, and now they can know each other this way, too – know the more intimate side of one another and gain confidence together in new ways. But at the same time, that doesn’t mean that there won’t be consequences for taking this step. This is Kang Taehyun, his friend and now months-long crush. Beomgyu doesn’t think he can know Taehyun this way and then go back.
“Then…” Taehyun considers for a moment, that same teasing smile on his lips. “Wouldn’t the point of no return have been the hand job I gave you last week?”
Beomgyu shouldn’t blush at that, but he does all the same. That crucial moment had been when they decided that maybe they should work out separately unless they both are free afterwards because apparently endorphins make Taehyun handsy – or watching Beomgyu workout has a strong effect on him – and gym changing stalls are prone to echoes. Not his proudest moment, but damn did it feel good.
“Friends can give each other hand jobs.” He tries to sound flippant by stealing Taehyun’s line from their first date.
“I don’t give my friends hand jobs. And you haven’t been just my friend for a while now.” Taehyhn leans closer to whisper the words against Beomgyu’s lips, but pulls away before they can properly kiss. “But we don’t have to have sex today.”
“No, I want to.” Beomgyu has thought about little else for the past week, if he’s being completely honest. And the little preview he’s gotten so far has him more than ready to go all the way. “I’m just, you know, making sure we’re on the same page.”
“We are.”
This time Taehyun actually does connect their lips when he leans in. The kiss is much slower than the ones they’ve been exchanging for the past half hour and filled with enough feeling that Beomgyu is sure his knees would give out if he were standing. There’s no rush like this, just the easy brush of their lips and Taehyun’s hands rubbing soothing patterns against his side.
They carry on like that for a while, the neediness from before ebbing away into something more comfortable. They alternate small playful pecks and deep kisses until Beomgyu ends up on his back with Taehyun hovering above him. The nerves are still there – this is a big step – but something about Taehyun just makes him feel good. Whether he’s making a fool of himself or shyly admitting his feelings, Taehyun seems to appreciate it all. And unlike his casual hookups in the past, Beomgyu can tell that this means just as much to Taehyun. It’s clear in the way he holds him, kisses him, and doesn’t push for anything to happen that they’re both not ready for.
Maybe part of that innate comfort is rooted in their friendship, or maybe it’s just that Taehyun really is an amazing guy and Beomgyu’s lucky to have snagged him. Either way, he knows they’ll be okay, however this goes.
“Ready?”
“Yeah.” It comes out more dazed than he expected, but he’s just been kissed silly for the past five minutes causing revelations of just how much he likes Taehyun, so who can blame him?
“Don’t be afraid to tell me what you like.” Taehyun pulls away to grab the lube again. “Communication is everything if you want the most pleasure for yourself and your partner.”
“That sounds like something out of a sex advice column….” Beomgyu thinks aloud, he feels fluffy as the words fall from his lips and he smiles up at the ceiling. “Did you google tips for how to have good sex or something?”
He means it as a joke, but when Taehyun doesn’t respond, he looks over to find Taehyun’s eyes blown wide and a guilty flush coloring his cheeks.
“Oh my god you did.”
“I just…” It’s rare to see Taehyun blush, and Beomgyu is going to burn this image to memory. “...wanted it to go well when we finally did this.”
“You did research for me? Cute.” And Beomgyu means it. He’s flattered that Taehyun wanted this and thought about it enough to study up, but that doesn’t mean he can’t have a little fun with it. He reaches over to soothingly run his fingers through Taehyun’s hair. “What was the article title?”
Taehyun bites down on his lip before he finally looks up to meet Beomgyu’s shit eating grin.
“… Which one?”
Beomgyu can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of him, and he probably deserves the way that Taehyun is on top of him in the next second, kissing the smug smile off his face and swallowing his gasps for air. This is also familiar territory: teasing each other with nothing but fondness — though the nakedness does add a new element that makes Beomgyu giggle even harder. Because they are friends, friends whose dicks are currently brushing against each other as one of them can’t contain their giggles. Friends who can laugh with each other even if they are about to have sex together for the first time.
Eventually the giggles stop and transition into purposeful kisses that wind them both up, Taehyun’s hand stroking Beomgyu’s semi helping the most with that part. It’s only a matter of time before Taehyun is lubing up his fingers and hovering over Beomgyu as he begins to work him open.
Beomgyu’s never found prep to be that exciting, but there is something novel in the way Taehyun seems to take it so seriously. As easy as it would be to lean back and let Taehyun do the work, Beomgyu can’t resist filling the silence. Maybe he’s making up for their first date, or maybe he’s just trying to distract himself from the fact that Taehyun’s fingers are literally inside of him right now, but he is compelled to speak.
“So…” Beomgyu peers up at Taehyun hovering above him. He looks too good with the way his brows are furrowed in focus before he looks down to meet Beomgyu’s gaze. “How was your day?”
“Unexpected.” Taehyun seems to catch on, but not without a fond roll of his eyes. “Do you always make small talk when someone is fingering you?”
“Your article did say that communication is important.” On their first date, Beomgyu could barely string an entire sentence together. Now, here he is, naked in Taehyun’s bed and making small talk with Taehyun’s fingers in his ass. Maybe he should follow the article’s advice.
“I’m still just a little nervous,” he admits a few moments later.
“Why?”
Beomgyu has done hookups and half-assed flirtations in the past. He’s been with a handful of people who got him off, and he felt no need to text the day or have a third date with. He’s never done this though – been with someone he actually wants to be with beyond flirtation. It was easy enough then to just go with the flow and enjoy the moment; however, with Taehyun it’s different because he cares. Because he doesn’t want to ruin what they have, but at the same time he wants to know everything Taehyun has to give. He wants it to mean something.
“Because it’s you fingering me.”
The arm Taehyun is propping himself up with gives out, crushing Beomgyu and knocking the wind out of him. That should be awful, but in the process Taehyun’s hand moves just right and hits the spot inside of Beomgyu that makes him gasp.
“Hyung, you can’t just say stuff like that –”
Beomgyu is too focused on the sharp ping of pleasure he just experienced to dwell on how affected Taehyun seems to be by his confession.
“Do that again. Right there.”
And so Taehyun does. He works his way up to three fingers, Beomgyu rambling about nonsense all the while, earning little giggles here and there that are soon interrupted by moans. Beomgyu decides that maybe prep isn’t so bad with a little communication. In fact, the banter grounds him in the moment, keeps his mouth busy when Taehyun’s lips can’t occupy it, and gives his nerves a safe outlet.
But Taehyun soon gets too good at hitting the right spot, awfully proud of himself for doing so, and Beomgyu knows he can’t drag this out much longer.
“Okay, okay, I’m ready.”
“You sure, hyung?” Taehyun asks it genuinely, but he’s already reaching for the condom. Beomgyu’s eyes fall to his dick which is already leaking and, oh, he did that just by rambling and letting Taehyun pleasure him. That’s definitely going in his mental list of potential things to do in the future – letting Taehyun get off by fingering him – but for now, he can see that they’re both equally wound up and need to move things along.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” He might have never meant those words more.
After a final slow kiss, Taehyun slides in.
“How are you feeling?”
“A bit uncomfortable.” Beomgyu tries to regulate his breathing. “But I’ll adjust.”
He’s familiar enough with the stretch to know that it’ll take a moment for him to be fully comfortable, but Taehyun did a good job of preparing him, so the discomfort is minimal. He just feels full and a little overwhelmed – in the best way. For that, Taehyun deserves another kiss, but he’s still too far away for Beomgyu to act on it.
“Should I distract you?” Taehyun offers with a wiggle of his brows, but the strain in his voice betrays how affected he is. That small vulnerability alone is enough to make Beomgyu heave out a dreamy sigh.
“Yes, please.”
“Do you prefer small talk or making out?”
Beomgyu breathes out a laugh. “Kissing sounds good.”
Taehyun’s lips turn out to be the perfect distraction. He bites along Beomgyu’s bottom lip, licks along his teeth, and does everything in his power to hold back the urge to move. Beomgyu lets his hands roam the planes of Taehyun’s back, and he takes in the way the muscles flex beneath his skin when he sucks Taehyun’s bottom lip into his mouth, all too eager to see just how much it can swell from kissing.
Maybe, some day in the future, this will all come naturally. They’ll know enough about each other’s bodies and needs to not hesitate each step along the way. That thought alone makes Beomgyu smile into the kiss because he’s already imagining next time – he’s already stored enough ‘what gets Kang Taehyun off’ information to make good use of. They don’t have to figure everything out now, they’ve got time to learn. And this is an excellent first step to getting to that point.
“You can move now.”
Taehyun starts tentatively with shallow thrusts in and out to make sure Beomgyu is ready. Those are enough for Beomgyu to grip a bit tighter to Taehyun’s shoulders as their noses brush against one another. He can feel each of Taehyun’s exhales against his cheeks, and each shows just how much Taehyun is doing his best to control himself – to make it good for Beomgyu and not just to get himself off. Their lips brush with silly giggles spilling out between them while they find a rhythm. It’s Beomgyu who takes the liberty of tugging Taehyun closer to allow them to properly kiss, and that’s when Taehyun finally lets go.
While his body is being moved up further along the mattress with each thrust – his poor head once again coming into contact with the wall behind him – Taehyun is busy propping himself up to find the angle that makes Beomgyu squirm beneath him. It’s clear that at this point, neither will last too long, but Taehyun still makes the effort to help Beomgyu along with his hand. That is until he finds the perfect spot to make Beomgyu command that he hits it again and his weight falls forward, catching himself with both his arms that Beomgyu can feel shaking on either side of his head.
“Can you…?” Taehyun asks.
“Yeah, yeah.”
Beomgyu quickly reaches to replace Taehyun’s hand and stroke himself as Taehyun buries his face in his neck. It should tickle, but the sensation of Taehyun’s breath only adds to his high. He likes the sounds of Taehyun’s whimpers – a bit more high pitched than he expected, but just as delightful because they’re genuine. He feels the skin of Taehyun’s abs against his dick, against the back of his fingers, and that’s just enough for him to lean forward and bite into Taehyun’s shoulder.
He doesn’t expect that to be what makes Taehyun still above him and let out the quietest of moans as his hips jerk and he rides out his high. For a moment, Beomgyu is transfixed. He can’t see Taehyun’s face, but he can feel each stutter of his body as he spills into the condom; he can feel the way Taehyun’s abs flex with the pressure of his orgasm against Beomgyu’s stomach until every muscle finally gives out and he properly collapses atop Beomgyu.
“You were supposed to come first.” Taehyun’s voice comes out so weak that it makes Beomgyu’s heart do somersaults.
“It’s okay.” And Beomgyu means it. He doesn’t care who comes first as long as they’re both enjoying it. Beyond that, he likes the sounds Taehyun makes, likes how it’s him that could work him into such a state. He runs his free hand along the back of Taehyun’s head to prove the point. “Help me finish?”
“I can do that.”
Taehyun doesn’t pull out. Instead, he leaves Beomgyu full as they both work their hands along Beomgyu’s dick. It’s a lot to take in, from the way Taehyun is so focused on getting him off regardless of him being half in blissed-out daze and Beomgyu is lost in the sensation of Taehyun touching him. But it’s enough, and soon he’s coming with a gasp of Taehyun’s name just as Taehyun bends over to kiss him deeper than he thought possible.
They’re both caught up in catching their breath once Taehyun pulls back to smile down at Beomgyu. A part of his brain is screaming again, again! but he knows they both need to come down first. It’s a mess between them: Beomgyu’s cum litters both their abdomens and hands, but something about it makes Beomgyu feel the need to laugh again. God, they really just did that.
“Friendship effectively ruined.” He manages to gasp out.
“I don’t mind.” Taehyun finally pulls out. And once the condom is thrown somewhere on the floor, he leans back in again to kiss Beomgyu slowly, purposefully. “Do you?”
“No.” Beomgyu admits. He’s still nervous, sure. They’ve just crossed a line that can never be taken back. But the way Taehyun’s fingers find his free hand while he snuggles closer has him knowing there’s not much to worry about. There’s only potential from here. “This is so much better.”
“So you’re seeing someone pretty special, eh?” Beomgyu asks as he runs his fingers through Taehyun’s hair a few minutes later.
Taehyun’s head rests against his shoulder, the mess between them the last thing on their minds. They’re a little blissed out and perfectly comfortable in each other’s arms despite the darkness that envelopes the room after the sun has gone down. They should clean up, get back to real life. But for now, Beomgyu wants to revel in this moment.
“That’s not quite what I said…”
Beomgyu makes a show of pouting even if Taehyun can’t see it.
“But it doesn’t make it not true,” Taheyun quickly amends with a sweet enough kiss to wipe the pout off Beomgyu’s face.
“So…” Beomgyu traces a pattern against Taehyun’s shoulder. “What else did those articles say we should try?”