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Taki is still riding on the high of the live. It wasn’t unusual for K to respond to his typical Taki-isms with clingy-ness. It’s natural for his hands to reach for Taki’s cheeks and start kneading. K can’t contain his fondness for him in his body, and Taki will never complain about the doting. It only fills his brain and body with more fuzzy clouds of warmth, fogs up his thoughts until all he feels is happiness and all he thinks of is K.
So, really, it’s no surprise that he’s feeling a little giddy when they get back to the dorm. He’s already washed up in his typical efficiency, practically vibrating in his skin where he’s trying to lounge in his room, waiting for K.
The second Taki hears the lock of the bathroom click, he’s shooting out of bed to go to intercept K on the way to his room. He immediately glues himself to K’s back, their short journey to the room now a trudge with heavy steps.
“Oi, Taki, what are you doing,” K shakes his head as he giggles, a little loopy with exhaustion. “Let me get to my bed.”
Taki only grunts in response, doing nothing to loosen his grip around K. If anything, he holds onto him even tighter, rubbing his head between K’s shoulder blades like an affectionate pet. He’s pressed with barely any space between them, leaving K no room for escape when he digs bony fingers into his sides. When K just sighs and keeps pulling them both towards his bed, Taki smiles to himself. He knows K isn’t irritated, knows he's just letting the full day of work roll off of him.
K doesn’t find his antics annoying to begin with, never really has. He’s far too endeared by Taki and they both know it. It’s not something Taki has ever doubted, he can feel it in the way K’s love washes over him, in the way K’s heart beats for him—with him. The feeling is too heady for Taki to manage, sometimes, not that he would ever choose to live without it. At the same time, it cleanses him of any worries, any lingering exhaustion in his bones. It fills his veins with the pure satisfaction that can only come from being near his favorite person in the world. That’s why he gets like this on occasion, when all of the love he’s given by K threatens to burst out of him. He clings, he doesn’t speak much, he just attaches himself to K’s side and feels.
When they reach K’s bed, Taki finally detaches himself just to flop onto the bed with a dull thump. He splays out his limbs as he rolls onto his back, taking up the space like it’s his own.
“K-hyung,” Taki whines, drawing out the vowels. His face is scrunched up cutely as he thumps his legs against the bed a little. “Come here.”
K sighs again, looking down at him with such fondness his stomach clenches with a potent mix of bliss and want. Taki knows he’s no better off, that he looks at K like he hung all of the stars: for everyone to look at, but for only Taki to see.
Sometimes, watching his K-hyung be admired by so many others grates at him. It hits him worse when he remembers K wants it, lives for being the center of attention. K is a true born star. It’s obvious in the way he carries himself, in the easy way he moves his body when he dances, in the way he interacts with those he knows are struck by him.
Taki isn’t the only one taken with K, he knows that, but sometimes—just sometimes—he wants to be K’s sole captive audience. He wants K’s sole attention. Needs it, really, like a sunflower needs the light, needs to feel it warm him from the inside out as he blooms. Their millions of adoring fans, the staff, even the members all get pieces of K every day. Taki is settled, somewhat, by the fact that only he gets all of K. In this moment, in the privacy of four walls behind a closed door, night settling on the rest of the world and no obligations left to keep them apart, he can let himself melt under the light of K directly pointed at him.
K stands there for a while longer, just watching him, before he finally gets on the bed, long limbs folding gracefully. He molds himself to Taki’s side, knees drawing up and a hand sliding up the back of Taki’s neck to pet through his hair. They lay there for a while, basking in the closeness. After a moment, Taki starts to squirm around. K’s eyes must have slipped closed at some point, blinking open to find Taki already staring back at him, something darker settling in his eyes. He knows K can recognize it, has always been able to from when their relationship first started to shift to accommodate sex, another item in the list of ways they share closeness. He doesn't try to hide his desire from K now.
(Not that K would want him to, when he mirrors Taki’s wants tenfold. Wants him in every way, every form, so much so it hurts sometimes)
Taki tries to let his eagerness speak for itself. He's not in much of a talking mood, he spent too much of his day doing just that. Right now, he presses himself closer to K, already panting lightly from the weight of the proximity. K smiles, letting his hands drift down to Taki’s sides. He kneads the skin there, feeling him, moves a palm over his heartbeat where it brushes over a nipple. A gasp escapes from Taki’s parted lips, breathy and wanting. Taki’s eyes focus slightly when he decides to climb over K. He leans forward where he’s straddling K’s thighs, breathing over his face. K is the one to surge up and connect their lips. The touch fills Taki’s brain with sweet endorphins, pushing out every thought that isn't K. The kiss gets messy quickly; Taki’s never good about keeping his tongue in his mouth, but K welcomes it, lets their tongues brush past each other before he tugs on Taki’s bottom lip with his teeth.
Taki whines into the kiss, shifting his weight from side to side on top of K. It's almost too much already, the proximity clouding his thoughts like a drug. His hands clench and unclench around K’s shoulders, the occasional dig of his blunt fingernails drawing grunts from K that get swallowed by their kiss.
K brings his hands up to Taki’s face, digging fingers into his cheeks a little and angling his face just so to let their mouths connect deeper, to let him lick into Taki’s mouth and spill more spit down their chins. The wet glide of K’s tongue makes Taki squirm, his cock filling out slowly. He starts rubbing his half-hard cock against K’s stomach in tiny, subconscious movements. Taki is barely present enough in his body to realize, floating away from his body just from making out. K notices, slipping a hand back down to Taki’s waist and squeezing a little harder to try and ground him while still letting him move. It's not hard to guess what Taki is after.
“Taki,” K murmurs into the kiss, “Taki, baby, do you want me to fuck you?” K’s words seem to land, prompting Taki to lean back a little and breathe. The sight of K under him, chin glistening with a mix of their spit and pupils blown out with lust, anchors him back into reality so fiercely he practically scrambles out of K’s lap to reach into the nightstand for lube. K chuckles, holding onto Taki so he doesn't lose balance and fall off the bed.
K grabs the bottle out of Taki’s hand once he settles back and sets it on the bed next to them, pulling Taki down to kiss again. His grinds are more purposeful now, each rut of his hips accompanied by whiny little groans. Taki pauses just to shimmy his boxers down his legs, letting his now hard dick spring free. K puts out a hand in front of Taki’s pelvis before he can grind down again. He grips his hips to flip them so he's the one pushing Taki down into the mattress. Taki pants when he lands, eyes glossy and unfocused again. K smooths a hand down his front over the ridges of his toned chest and stomach, reaching down to wrap around Taki’s cock, the direct contact punching a startled moan from Taki. He circles his thumb over the head, spreading around the precum already leaking from the slit. He likes having Taki in his hands, feeling the way his body reacts to the stimulation. He starts pumping agonizingly slow, his other hand feeling around for the lube.
The click of the cap is audible through the haze in Taki’s mind, but he still yelps when slicked fingers brush over his hole, the lube still cold enough to shock. He buries his nose in K’s neck, breathing in lungfuls of his scent as the fingers rub circles around his rim. Taki gurgles around a moan, hips twitching up slightly. K shushes him and places his clean hand at the base of his skull, pushing Taki further into his neck.
Taki’s head swims at the dull pleasure, arching his back as he writhes under K. He can smell the faint sweetness of arousal coloring K’s scent. It feels so good to have physical evidence of his effect on K he can pick up with a sense he feels so strongly.
“Breathe in deep for me, okay, Taki? I've got you.” K guides, his voice pouring over Taki like a warming salve. He does as instructed, and K pushes in the first finger past his rim—Taki’s lungs, head, and body now all filled with K.
It's not the most comfortable stretch at first. K tilts his head to kiss along Taki’s jaw to distract him, leaving fleeting presses of his lips to the slightly wet corners of his mouth. The extra attention helps, K’s finger meets less resistance against Taki’s walls. He nudges another in slowly, shushing the whine it garners and petting through the hair at the nape of Taki’s neck.
Soon enough, K is three fingers deep, Taki a messy melted puddle on the bed, the remaining jittery-ness nowhere to be found. K pulls Taki into an open-mouthed kiss to distract him from the undesirable emptiness as he withdraws his fingers. The angle is a little awkward with K hovering over Taki, but he manages to rid himself of his sleep clothes and line himself up with Taki’s entrance. When K pushes in, Taki tugs him down so he's pressed in from all sides, wrapped in the warm cocoon of his K-hyung. Taki can feel K's hair hit his cheeks. He stays panting hotly into K's neck, his breath occasionally hitching with wet gasps when K’s cock graces his prostate on a thrust.
As he gets closer, Taki’s pants morph into little whines. K props himself up to stare at him, watching the way his tongue has lolled out of his mouth uselessly. He angles his head down to suck it into his mouth, tangling together with his own. It can hardly be called a kiss, more akin to a primal entwining of their tongues, messy with far too much drool spilling past Taki’s lips.
“K-hyung…” Taki chokes out past the saliva pooling in his mouth, whining when K pulls away from the kiss and continues pounding into him. His eyes are still closed as he feels the pleasure start to crest over where it’s been building in his core this whole time.
“Yes, baby, what is it?”
Taki whimpers at the pet name, needing to gulp down a few breaths between thrusts to get out what he was trying to say.
“I-I’m gonna cum, please, K-hyung—” K shushes him, gripping Taki’s cheeks between his thumb and forefinger in the small space between their bodies. He holds his face until Taki finally blinks his eyes open, staring straight at K.
“You can come, Taki, let go for me.” That's all it takes for Taki, the pleasure ripping through him inside out, filling his brain with nothing but endorphins and K as he spills over his abdomen. K looks at him with such wonder, such strong devotion as he pulls back a little to watch him fall apart properly. He shoves his head between Taki's neck and shoulder, grinding deep once, twice before he draws back and thrusts all the way in, filling him up with his release. They lay there panting for a few moments before K starts peppering Taki with kisses all over his face. Taki's tongue is still poking out past his lips, and K takes it as invitation to lick into his mouth, sloppy and fucked out before he sits up slightly and pats Taki sweetly on the cheek with one hand, the other tightly intertwined with Taki’s. "C'mon, let's get cleaned up, I'm tired."
Taki gets a sneaky look on his face, and K’s stomach drops. He doesn’t think he has the sanity left for whatever is going on in the boy’s head. Taki’s hand slides down to where his spend lies, dragging his fingers through the mess. He brings them to his mouth, tongue darting out to lick the digits clean. K’s right eye twitches.
“Yah, you’re so gross!”