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His lover's birthday is fast approaching, and Wonyoung doesn't know what to do.
Actually, Ji Wonyoung knows what to do. But the problem is, he has not acquired enough skills for the particular gift he has in mind. His boyfriend for almost two years now, Yoon Taejoon, is a highly renowned potter and artist, and despite all the pottery lessons Taejoon taught where Wonyoung sat in, and all the personal teachings Taejoon did—Wonyoung and his flimsy hands fail to make anything grander than a soup bowl.
Yet, unlike any other time, Ji Wonyoung is driven by his eagerness today. He has two weeks to prepare the best gift he could think of and give it to his Taejoon hyung, and he is going to make the most out of it.
It is ten in the evening, and Wonyoung is walking tippy-toed to the studio with his iPad clutched to his chest. He is going to make use of the Internet to create a lampshade that he hopes will fit into Taejoon's new office at Taepyeong. The company decided that an office would be appropriate for Taejoon since he needs it whenever he has transactions at the office or during his pottery lessons in Seoul.
With his heart at his throat and determination at the brim, Wonyoung sets everything up and begins kneading the ceramic clay. The ample knowledge he has in pottery gives way to Wonyoung's ease in handling the clay and preparing it for throwing. Once Wonyoung is happy with the consistency of the clay, he settles down in front of the wheel and steps on the paddle.
This step early on is where Wonyoung mostly fails to create larger pieces. There was one time where he almost created a good enough shape of a vase to show Taejoon, but only one mistaken flick of his wrist and the whole thing fell apart. He tries to brush the memory of his failure off, reassuring himself that with the Youtube video guide in front of him it would be nearly impossible for Wonyoung to fail this task of creating something that will make his boyfriend happy.
Wonyoung is successfully making a sturdy pillar with his hands, containing enough moisture to be pliable against Wonyoung's hands. He begins to push into the middle of the pillar and pray to every god that listens that he will be able to make a decent recreation of the shape of the lamp that he's searched on the Internet. Slowly but surely, the clay gives in to Wonyoung's commands and the ideal shape in his mind is coming to life. Using a knuckle, Wonyoung carefully pushes in at the sides while slowing the wheel down to make the grooves symmetrical.
The tutorial for the lamp shape is coming to an end, and Wonyoung is still engrossed in fixing the wonky shape of the lip to notice that the faint music that Wonyoung and Taejoon put up earlier this evening has gradually become louder, and the air around Wonyoung gets chillier as the door behind him goes silently ajar.
He goes on to fix the lip for a few more tries, sweat beading on his brow, until he finally feels that he is not alone anymore—a looming presence settles behind him. Brooding, confident, safe.
"You're not supposed to see this, Hyung," Wonyoung calls out, a plaful pout surfacing on his face. "Go back to sleep, I'll be with you in a moment."
But Taejoon—the very stubborn person that he is—defies his golden retriever of a boyfriend, reaches for the other stool at Wonyoung's side and settles behind him. He lowers down, rests his head atop Wonyoung's shoulder. "What are you making this late at night, hmm?"
"You're smart and skillful enough to guess what I'm making."
"Then, who is it for?"
Wonyoung does not answer. All he does is take his foot off the pedal so the wheel stops turning completely, and examines his not-yet finished project. He spots a few flaws which he could easily fix at the moment, and so he reaches for the sponge to wet the flawed areas and makes the wheel spin again. But before Wonyoung could reach a hand out to smooth the harsh lines he created earlier, a set of hands appear from either side of him and does just what Wonyoung has planned on doing.
"Ah, really..."
Wonyoung trails off, doesn't even begin to formulate a retort on his Hyung's stubbornness. The man doesn't listen to any of his words at all. But in spite of it, Wonyoung still lets Taejoon do the remaining work. Taejoon is the best person at this, the best potter that he's ever known.
Taejoon does his hand sign thing—something that Wonyoung has learned from the lessons that Taejoon did with him when they were this close to each other—and signals Wonyoung to take his foot off the pedal, and the latter obliges. He's amazed at the artwork in front of him, it's a lot nicer and smoother, and he knows that after he's done carving the remaining designs the lamp would surely come out perfectly. Wonyoung does not face Taejoon but instead he leans back and whispers an i love you to Taejoon's ear.
The older man doesn't say anything in return for a few heartbeats, but what he does next is enough to send the butterflies inside Wonyoung's stomach to a frenzy—Taejoon engulfs Wonyoung inside his arms, warm and tight, as he sings along with a melody they are both familiar with.
"'Cause I think I've fallen in love this time, I blinked and suddenly I had a Valentine..."
"Hyung, has anyone ever told you that you sound like an angel?"
"Nope."
Taejoon is embarrassed now, his ears red and his face hidden at the juncture where Wonyoung's neck and shoulder meets. Wonyoung chuckles at the adorable scene, wishes he had his phone nearby and snap a memorabilia of his boyfriend's cuteness.
"Aigoo, Yoon Taejoon becomes shy at a simple compliment," Wonyoung teases some more, pokes at Taejoon's side even when he knows that Taejoon is not ticklish anywhere. "Did I just make the great artist Yoon Taejoon crumble with mere words? Haha.."
Taejoon, resigned at his boyfriend's teasing, can only shake his head and laugh along. He faces Wonyoung, sees the laughter and love in his eyes, and Taejoon can not believe how lucky he is to be loved by someone so pure and kind.
He pulls on Wonyoung and makes him turn to face Taejoon, and caresses the soft plump of Wonyoung's cheeks. His hands were dirty and wet with clay but the younger doesn't seem to mind at all, that Wonyoung even leans to the touch and closes his eyes to savour the moment.
"I love you, Wonyoung-ah..."
Wonyoung opens his eyes and stares back at the most gorgeous set of broen eyes he has ever seen. They hold too much emotion and he knows that Taejoon finds it difficult to convey all of it, and so he gets off his seat and climbs on to Taejoon's lap, never breaking eye contact as he utters, "I love you, too, Hyung."
The both of them doesn't know who initiates the kiss, but it suddenly started and it was too good to pay their attention to anything else. It was slow, passionate, and the way Taejoon caresses the span of Wonyoung's back was enough to send the younger man into a hollow-bellied puddle of mess. A string of spit connects them both when they finally back away from one another to catch their breaths and Wonyoung melts once more at the vivid display of want in his Hyung's eyes.
“Not so sleepy anymore, Hyung?” Wonyoung asks, clasping their hands together, bringing it to his mouth to kiss.
“I’m fine.” Taejoon answers.
Wonyoung puts a hand around his shoulder, rubbing the top of his arm briefly, then started playing with his Hyung's hair. The soft curls were messed up by the bed, and it made Taejoon look sexier and adorable all at the same time.
"Can I take you to bed, my love?" is what Yoon Taejoon says and Wonyoung frantically nods in agreement.
He holds on tight, completely trusting his boyfriend's strength in carrying the weight of a fully grown man. Wonyoung stares back at those loving brown eyes, and the trek to their bedroom took way longer than usual—for Yoon Taejoon had to find the nearest vertical surface to pin Wonyoung's body and ravish him with kisses.
"Hyung... please..." Wonyoung finally pleads, after the fourth pause that Taejoon makes. They are just seven steps away from their bedroom, and Wonyoung's erection is practically bursting out of the seams of his boxers, precum steadily wetting the cloth. He needs Taejoon inside him in the next moment, or Wonyoung might combust.
Taejoon stops in peppering Wonyoung's neck with marks and bites, lips shiny with spit and eyes full of lust. "What do you want me to do to you, Wonyoung-ah?"
Oh, fuck. Wonyoung visibly shivers at the hot breath that fans his face as Taejoon utters those words.
This is where Wonyoung goes weak. When Yoon Taejoon asks for consent in the most lecherous of ways. Taejoon almost always does this, pries the dirtiest of fantasies out of Wonyoung by his pleas of consent. Taejoon explains that sex feels so much better, when there's agreement with everything they do even in the heat of the moment.
Wonyoung does an internal debate for a few moments, and with his cheeks tinged beet red he finally says, "please make love to me, Hyung."
As soon as they reach the bed, Taejoon leanes over and starts kissing Wonyoung again, softly at first, until Wonyoung starts responding, kissing him back, tongue slipping out to trace the cupid’s bow. Taejoon follows suit, angling his head to one side so they could deepen the kiss. Taejoon keeps inclining forward until Wonyoung can not help but lie back down on the bed, still kissing, tongues entangled, a hand gripping onto Taejoon's white T-shirt.
Taejoon draws back, his gaze travelling down Wonyoung's body; the cardigan Wonyoung is wearing has skewed to one side as a result of their fumblings; Taejoon's attention moved to the bared collarbone in front of him; his mouth waters. He takes his hand from behind Wonyoung and strokes his fingers along the hem, stopping at the dip where the two sides are kept together by the top black button. Taejoon tugs lightly, as if he wants to pull it apart but won't.
Taejoon instead places both hands on Wonyoung's shoulders and lightly massages them before moving his palms down Wonyoung's chest. Wonyoung feels his touch over the soft fabric, and when Taejoon's thumbs graze over his nipples, Wonyoung couldn’t help but let out a small breath. Taejooon smiles and rubs his thumb around the bud a few times.
“Here?” Taejoon asks.
Wonyoung bites his lip, rolls his hips against Taejoon, and does not utrer a single word. Taejoon's hands flutter down, over Wonyoung's waist and hip bones, till they brush his thighs. Taejoon's hands are warm and leave trails of fire wherever they touch.
Taejoon pulls one hand off his thigh, using it to hold himself away from Wonyoung's body as he bends down to kiss him again. Taejoon's neck is reflexively wrapped in the younger's arms. The hand on Wonyoung’s thigh creeps up beneath the cardigan, reaching for the waistband of his cotton boxers, fingers looping over the top and then pulling them down over his hips. Wonyoung raises his torso, and the boxers are soon down past Wonyoung's thighs; with a little more maneuvering, they're off, tossed someplace on the bedroom floor.
Taejoon's hands are back on Wonyoung's waist, moving down his stomach, the cardigan a thin barrier, then down to Wonyoung's raging erection, tracing its outline, Wonyoung's cock jumping to alertness. A moist spot appears on the brown fabric.
"Hyung..."
"Sssh. I know, baby."
Wonyoung blushes at Taejoon’s simple recognition of his desire, warmth rising from the pit of his stomach. but he doesn't have time to think properly before Taejoon kisses him again, this time more forcefully, filling his ears with obscene wet sounds. When Taejoon finally touches him squarely on his penis, palm sweeping aggressively up from the base, fingers whirling around the tip, Wonyoung's breathing becomes ragged, and he can't stop moaning.
"Hyung," Wonyoung begs. "I can't take it anymore."
Wonyoung hooks one leg over Taejoon's waist and presses their bodies together, close enough for Wonyoung to feel how hard Taejoon is.
"My baby," Taejoon murmurs affectionately before kissing Wonyoung on the lips. "Please wait for me."
Taejoon moves away, and Wonyoung curls up, watching as Taejoon reaches under the bed to pull out the lube and the condoms, watching as Taejoon strips off every piece of clothing before climbing back onto the bed, kissing Wonyoung's mouth, jawline, throat, collarbones, fingers unbuttoning the cardigan to reveal Wonyoung's entire body. Taejoon dramatically throws the cardigan to the far corner of the room before turning back to appreciate the delicate cream skin accented with touches of pinkish-red, his hands skimming lovingly over bare skin.
"Beautiful."
Wonyoung’s arms snake around Taejoon, pulls him back down until their naked bodies are flush against each other, feeling every heave of their chests as they move, breath, kiss.
“Hyung,” Wonyoung says. “How much longer are you going to make me wait?”
“Oh,” Taejoon says, “since when have you been waiting?” He asks with nonchalance in his tone.
Wonyoung brushes his face against Taejoon's until his lips are right by the ear. He blows into it, satisfied when he sees Taejoon twitch.
"You were supposed to fuck me once we got out of the studio."
Taejoon could not help but mutter a curse under his breathe, the remaining oxygen in his lungs knocked out of his body from the bold words that came out of his boyfriend's pretty mouth.
Taejoon does not make Wonyoung wait. Taejoon lowers his head to Wonyoung's neck and begins kissing in a downward trail. He alternates between pushing lightly and firmly, occasionally leaving small nips with his teeth. He comes to a halt at Wonyoung's chest to pay attention to both of the hard nipples by delicately brushing his tongue across them. Only until Wonyoung's hips begin to buck does Taejoon continue the downward motion. Taejoon begins biting at Wonyoung's flesh harder this time, more bites than kisses. Taejoon reaches a specific sweet spot on the side of Wonyoung's hip that causes him to exclaim out in delight.
"Did I hurt you?" Taejoon looks up, alarmed at the sound.
"Fuck. No--Hyung, don't stop, please..."
"My Wonyoung is getting bossier."
Taejoon teases at his flushed lover, but happily obliges. He bites down on Wonyoung’s hip again. This time he sucks at the skin through his teeth. Wonyoung groans, feeling an evident bruise starting to blossom. Taejoon finally stops the torture against Wonyoung’s hip and moves so that Wonyoung can feel his hot breath on his cock.
The anticipation of it made Wonyoung twitch. Taejoon hums in appreciation. He flicks his eyes upwards and makes sure that Wonyoung is making eye contact with him. Then he draws the flat of his tongue slowly along the entire length of Wonyoung's shaft.
It was the best thing ever. Two years into their loving relationship with each other and nothing has changed on how Taejoon perfectly drives Wonyoung crazy with his tongue. Along with every pause Taejoon makes whenever Wonyoung rolls his eyes backward—a clear demand on maintaining their eye contact whenever Taejoon drowns Wonyoung in pleasure, Wonyoung is definitely dying a happy man.
Taejoon wraps his tongue around the head and circles it a few times. He then opens his mouth and lightly sucks at the tip.
"Fuck. More, Hyung. Please, more," says Wonyoung. Taejoon's deep chuckle can be felt, and the vibration sends shocks of pleasure through Wonyoung's body.
Taejoon adds more tongue to the suction, lapping at the slit, then he adds a bobbing motion and Wonyoung starts to lose his composure. Wonyoung wants more of the wet heat of Taejoon’s mouth. He pushes his hips forward only to have them pinned down by Taejoon’s strong hands.
"You want me to make you cum, yeah? Then be a good boy for me, my love."
Wonyoung groans and stills his hips from moving. It is a full body torture to keep still while Taejoon is eating him whole, but it would be a misery to defy this man and lose every pleasure he's in.
He is falling apart in Taejoon’s mouth.
Taejoon returns to working Wonyoung's dick up and down with a mild suction and tongue pressing into the bottom. He quickens his movements, and Wonyoung looks down to be delighted by a gorgeous view. Taejoon's eyes are flashing with delight, his lips pursed, and his cheekbones hollowed out. Wonyoung is astounded to see Taejoon in this state.
He is even more surprised when Taejoon presses him deep into his mouth, takes a breath, and then continues. Taejoon's throat feels extremely constricted, and he has never felt anything like it. Wonyoung begins to shake and lose control of his hips. Taejoon grips him tightly, not allowing him to move.
"Hyung... Hyung, I'm--!"
Everything feels good. Wonyoung feels the rolling heat in his stomach spread when he is rewarded for his obedience in keeping still. Taejoon’s mouth feels so good. Wonyoung likes being good for him. It feels so good. Wonyoung feels Taejoon release his hips and starts enthusiastically rocking his hips up into Taejoon’s throat. He is thrilled to have freedom over his movements again.
Taejoon moans just as Wonyoung begins to worry that he is being too careless with his movements. A guttural sound reverberates through Wonyoung's body and pools beneath his abdomen. Taejoon likes this as well. He enjoys filling his mouth with Wonyoung's dick.
"Come for me, my love."
That is enough to cause the rolling heat within Wonyoung to burst. He comes and spills down Taejoon's throat. His body trembles and trembles, with no sign of easing, and he could feel rather than hear his own throat moaning Taejoon's name. A white light is filling his senses. Taejoon is still moving, encouraging Wonyoung in riding out his orgasm.
Panting, Wonyoung comes down from his high, and Taejoon is still lazily sliding his mouth up and down Wonyoung’s cock. He is oversensitive now, and Wonyoung sticks out a hand to stop Taejoon from moving.
"Still up for more, Wonyoung-ah?"
With Wonyoung's inability to form decent sentences, he could only nod in response. The pleasure was too much and too little at the same time. He still wants a whole lot more but thinks that he might really pass put from the intensity of it all.
On instinct, Taejoon pushes his thumb into the parted seam of Wonyoung’s mouth. Wonyoung hitches a sound around it but doesn’t resist, spit sliding down to Taejoon's knuckle. Wonyoung hasn’t lost his focus on Taejoon, hazy-eyed and aware of Taejoon watching him; putting on a show. Taejoon pushes two more fingers into Wonyoung’s mouth, abruptly enough that Wonyoung gags and his tongue squirms against the pads of Taejoon's fingers.
It puts a flex in Wonyoung’s jaw, his mouth rounded open, watching Taejoon with that same glassy intensity. The sounds are wet as Taejoon starts to fuck his fingers in and out. Wonyoung chokes around them, almost gags again as Taejoon shoves in to the bottom knuckle. His eyes tear up, then begin to stream, his lashes clumping together. He starts to whimper, drinking down the thrusts like Taejoon is giving him something he needs.
Wonyoung is deep-throating his fingers and Taejoon can’t even pretend to be any less into it than he is. He can feel his own mouth is open, his breath harsh. The inside of Wonyoung’s mouth is silken, an easy slide, the sides of his teeth grazing Taejoon's fingers. Once or twice, Wonyoung bites, not hard enough to hurt, but his teeth sink into the knuckle, his mouth closing around Taejoon's fingers and sucking, his throat bobbing with his swallows. Performing, showing off, saying This is how I’d look, if I were—
"Okay?” Taejoon asks, and Wonyoung says in a creaking voice, “Mm-hm,” and shifts his hips.
Taejoon snicks the lubricant bottle open, then soaks his fingers—the ones he used to fuck Wonyoung's mouth with—while Wonyoung watches, their breathing picking up simultaneously. Taejoon leans in again to kiss Wonyoung once he's satisfied with the quantity. Wonyoung enthusiastically rubs up against it, then begins to gasp through his nose as Taejoon's hands descend down, slipping beneath him to take both ass cheeks in hand and squeeze. Carefully, he grips one of Wonyoung’s cheeks to spread him open, and with the other hand, Taejoon rubs a lube-slick finger against the rim of Wonyoung's hole. Wonyoung whimpers and buries his hot face into Taejoon's neck, arching his ass into Taejoon's touch.
"Is it good?"
Wonyoung nods, his face still hidden, his breathing labored. Taejoon presses a finger in, shallow at first, then a deeper push as Wonyoung opens to him. Wonyoung pants into his neck, grinding his erection against Taejoon’s in maddening little thrusts. Taejoon pushes two middle fingers in, up to the second knuckle, and Wonyoung full-body jerks and moans, high-pitched in his throat.
"Are you coming again?"
Wonyoung shakes his head, even though his hips don’t stop moving, clenching around Taejoon's fingers, a hard-on eminent against Taejoon's own.
“Tell me,” Taejoon says.
“I want,” Wonyoung whispers, then says hhhhah and burrows his face deeper into Taejoon’s neck.
“Tell me,” Taejoon repeats, as he kneads the fat of Wonyoung's asscheek hard enough to bruise.
Wonyoung takes a deep breath, then mumbles, “Want you inside, Hyung,” into Taejoon's neck.
“I am inside you,” Taejoon says, because Wonyoung is irresistible to tease like this, blushy and embarrassed like Taejoon has never seen him.
Wonyoung gives an aggrieved huff and whines, “Hyung.”
“Tell me what you want,” Taejoon says softly. He bites Wonyoung's earlobe. It tastes like Taejoon's shampoo, like his.
Wonyoung falls silent for a moment, although his body doesn’t stop moving, working itself against Taejoon's.
“Do I really have to say it,” Wonyoung whispers a moment later, then rubs his nose against Taejoon's shoulder.
“You do,” Taejoon says, and gives a cruel little splay of his fingers inside of Wonyoung. Wonyoung hisses like a displeased cat, shoving himself back onto Taejoon’s hand.
"Fine," Wonyoung continues, incensed. "Taejoon Hyung, I'd very much like it if you fuck me wtih your dick right now-- ah!"
With both hands on Wonyoung's waist, Taejoon easily twists him onto his stomach, ignoring Wonyoung’s startled yelp. He drapes himself against Wonyoung's back, his hands tightening on his hips. Taejoon starts at the nape of his neck, biting kisses. He lowers his head to fit his top teeth to the mole on Wonyoung's shoulder. He feels frenzied. He feels drunk. Taejoon feels like a starving man set loose upon a buffet. He brushes his mouth over the dents over Wonyoung's sacrum, the skin salted and warm against his lips. Taejoon grips Wonyoung’s ass and squeezes, pinches, bullies the flesh there until the skin reddens.
"Hyung, hyung, hyung... please..."
"Sssh," Taejoon says as he pulls away. "I know."
Wonyoung whines, then gasps as Taejoon pulls him up from the bed by the hips, drawing him onto his lap with a soft thump against Taejoon's chest. He's little enough in comparison to his Hyung to be easily handled. Wonyoung's hips are guided up by Taejoon, who nudges his legs open so that they hang over the outsides of Taejoon's thighs.
"Can you take it like this,” Taejoon says, because despite Wonyoung's flustered air up until now, he’s always concerned about the wellbeing of his lover.
Wonyoung makes an indignant sound and says over his shoulder, “I can take anything you—” then abruptly shuts up when Taejoon moves him by the waist again, lifting him so that the head of Taejoon's cock aligns with his entrance.
“Oh,” Wonyoung says when he feels it. He shudders and digs his fingers into Taejoon's thighs. “Oh, fuck—”
Taejoon takes that as cue to nudge his way inside, pushing just past the rim. The fit is almost impossibly tight, a vice grip around his cock. Wonyoung spasms around him as his hands scrabble for purchase on Taejoon's thighs, his breathing high-pitched and a little hysterical as he tries to adjust.
“Shhh,” Taejoon whispers to calm him down, kissing the bridge of Wonyoung’s shoulder; behind his ear, the side of his neck.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Wonyoung says, then as if to prove it, he stubbornly shoves his hips down, his thighs nearly meeting the tops of Taejoon's. The motion almost takes Taejoon all the way in. Taejoon is immediately overwhelmed, more so than anything he’s ever experienced. Years of being together ans Wonyoung can easily render him speechless. He latches his teeth into Wonyoung's shoulder, grounding himself so he won’t finish too soon.
"See, I told you," Wonyoung exhales, and then he's bottoming out, gravity pushing him down onto Taejoon's lap. They catch their breaths for a minute, shaking against each other. Taejoon leans back and lets Wonyoung adjust, his hands running through the sweat on the bottom of Wonyoung's thighs. He brings one hand up to circle around Wonyoung’s cock, stiff against his belly, which earns Taejoon a whine.
“Good,” he murmurs into Wonyoung's ear. “You take me well.”
Wonyoung's cock jerks in his hand, hardening further as he tries to arch away from Taejoon's touch. For a moment, he seems as if he’s about to unseat himself from Taejoon's cock entirely, but his knees give out in the attempt, and he sinks back down onto Taejoon's lap, gasping. Briefly, Taejoon entertains the thought of keeping him here, pinned open on his cock until Wonyoung is delirious and begging, but that experimentation can be for another time. Wonyoung needs something from him tonight; it’s evident in the desperate hitching of his hips, the tiny noises he makes as he squirms on Taejoon's cock. Taejoon gives Wonyoung’s length a last stroke and twist before he repositions his hands on Wonyoung’s hips.
Taejoon lifts him easily to the tip of his cock. In a single, relentless slide, he slams Wonyoung back down. Wonyoung yells loud enough to shake the roof, then begins moaning as Taejoon begins to bounce him in shallow-deep thrusts. As Taejoon begins to fuck him in earnest, Wonyoung's head falls back on Taejoon's shoulder, his lips panting and open, his eyes shut with ecstasy. Wonyoung's pulse is wild against Taejoon's tongue as he sucks a bruise into the side of his neck.
“Like it like this?” Taejoon asks, driving his hips up in rough snaps.
“Yeah, oh, fuck, yeah,” Wonyoung chants back, each word in time with the thrusts. “Oh—my—god—”
Taejoon cranes his neck, snagging Wonyoung's chin in his teeth and jerking his face sideways like a puppy with a toy, both hands absorbed with the heavy lifting. Wonyoung gets the message, pressing his lips into Taejoon's in a sloppy kiss, his head still angled back. Wonyoung's mouth is open around his gasping and moaning, so it's primarily tongue as he rides. Taejoon bites down on Wonyoung's lower lip and latches on.
Taejoon slams into Wonyoung as hard as he can from this angle. Wonyoung has begun to tremble, possibly from the difficulty of keeping his weight aloft, but partly from pleasure as Taejoon continues to pound into him deep, angling for his prostate. They've already ruined the bedding with their sweat, the lube, and precome. They're about to ruin them even more, Taejoon thinks as Wonyoung begins to crumble audibly, his body collapsing on Taejoon's. Taejoon's shoulders and arms have started to shake, burning with the repeated motion of deadlifting Wonyoung’s body weight.
“Can you ride?” Taejoon murmurs once it’s clear Wonyoung is close. Wonyoung shakes his head, then reconsiders and nods, repositioning his knees to support his weight. “Good.”
“Hyung,” Wonyoung gasps, circling his hips. It isn’t until now, with Wonyoung on the verge of coming, that Taejoon realizes how close he is himself; how easily he could tumble over the edge, at just a thought.
Wonyoung tries a few weak bounces on his own, shaking like a leaf against Taejoon. His thighs nearly give out with the effort.
“Not enough,” he whispers, shaking his head again, “I can’t —”
“You can,” Taejoon encourages him, and then wraps his hand around Wonyoung's cock, the way he’s done earlier. Wonyoung pitches forward into Taejoon's grip, then he moans and clenches again, a tight fluttering of his inner walls. Shameless, how much he needs this. Taejoon could never be tired of it.
Wonyoung still hasn't come yet, even though he's clearly on the knife's edge of it, trembling with small, dry sobs as he clenches around Taejoon. He waits until Wonyoung has relaxed a little, then slams his hips forward in a forceful drive, quickly jacking Wonyoung's cock.
"Hyung! Oh, fuck--"
Wonyoung says before his head snaps back, his back arching. Taejoon feels him come rather than sees it, a jerk of Wonyoung’s cock in his hand and then a wet spill over his knuckles, a shuddering clench around his cock again and again. It puts Taejoon immediately on the edge, and before Wonyoung is finished, he shoves him forward into the mattress, raising his hips up before he drives into him again. Wonyoung goes boneless underneath him, his head buried in his arms as his shoulders move with the last of Taejoon's thrusts. He moans softly when Taejoon spills deep inside of him, although Taejoon barely hears it through the whitewater roar in his ears.
When he regains time and sense, Wonyoung is still twitching from the aftershocks beneath him, his body trembling. Taejoon's hips won’t stop moving, a lazy swivel forward as he empties himself inside Wonyoung, the pulses of his cock gradually slowing.
Taejoon runs a hand down Wonyoung’s flank, rests it on the crease of his hip. “Are you alright?”
Wonyoung gives a tiny nod, his face still hidden in his arms. “Ah, Taejoon Hyung, you just fucked me too good,” Wonyoung mumbles. His voice is totally shot. “Words... hard.”
He pulls out of Wonyoung gingerly and crushes his entire body against Wonyoung's back, mouthing kisses along his neck. Wonyoung sighs and extends one hand up, tangled in Taejoon's hair, to cup the back of his head. Taejoon alters their positions, moving to his side and bringing Wonyoung up to his chest. It enables Taejoon to snugly wrap his arms around him and rub one hand along the plane of Wonyoung's abdomen. They’re both a mess, Wonyoung especially; Taejoon will need to move soon, to clean them both up before the situation worsens.
"Mmmm, wow," Wonyoung says dreamily. "I'm going to feel that for days."
"Good," Taejoon says, meaning it, and Wonyoung laughs, and then for a moment they both fall quiet, still catching their breaths.
Wonyoung goes to snuggle close to Taejoon, exhaustion creeping up his system as he finds comfort around Taejoon's arms. He mumbles the strings of "Ah, Hyung, I'm about to fall asleep--" and "Hyung, do you know that I love you this and that much--" before Wonyoung finally is succumbed by sleep. Taejoon chuckles quietly at the endearing sight. Nothing more could he ever ask for.
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