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Taehyun wakes up to the feeling of Yeonjun’s body hot against him, Yeonjun’s arousal pressing insistently against the small of his back.
“Sorry.” Yeonjun’s voice is strained, sounding like he has been awake for much longer than Taehyun. “I’ll go- take care of it.” Yeonjun shifts, beginning to move away, but Taehyun quickly reaches back, holding him in place.
“Don’t be,” Taehyun says, his voice still a little slurred from sleep. “It’s only a natural response.”
Yeonjun has always felt guilty over his body’s natural responses, ashamed and embarrassed that he gets so easily aroused when Taehyun does not. But Taehyun doesn’t understand why. Just because he doesn’t feel sexual desire does not mean that Yeonjun shouldn’t. If that is Yeonjun’s body’s way of seeking pleasure, then so be it. Taehyun gets just as much pleasure out of satisfying Yeonjun’s needs as his boyfriend does.
“Give me a moment to wake up. Then I’ll take care of you.” Taehyun rolls over, facing Yeonjun. His boyfriend’s eyes shine in the dark, a little glassy with desperation, and his face flushed with arousal. Taehyun finds Yeonjun’s desire beautiful, in the way that his body reacts so honestly to his needs. There is nothing to be ashamed about.
Taehyun leans forward, kissing Yeonjun, and his boyfriend sighs a little into the kiss as his body relaxes, finally given permission to feel. They kiss lazily although messily, Yeonjun growing even more desperate as Taehyun uses the extra time to fully wake up. When Yeonjun gets like this, it takes a long time for him to come down. Taehyun wants to make sure he can fulfill his boyfriend’s every need.
When they part, Yeonjun is panting lightly, his face now a deeper shade of pink. Taehyun’s eyes flicker down, catching sight of the way Yeonjun’s hardened nipples protrude from the thin fabric of his T-shirt. Another sign of Yeonjun’s desire that Taehyun finds to be beautiful.
“What do you want?” Taehyun asks, simple and straightforward, and Yeonjun covers his face in embarrassment. His boyfriend has never been able to handle the way that Taehyun is so frank about sex, treating it as casually as asking what Yeonjun wants for dinner. He supposes it’s because sex is something powerful and unpredictable to Yeonjun, his own desire catching him off guard at times.
“Ah, can you just- use your fingers?” Yeonjun stutters out, peering at Taehyun through the cracks in his fingers. Taehyun smiles, petting Yeonjun’s thigh as if to say, ‘there, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?’
“Yes,” Taehyun replies. He reaches out, tugging on the hem of Yeonjun’s T-shirt, and his boyfriend lifts his arms obediently, allowing Taehyun to pull the shirt over his head.
Yeonjun’s chest is gorgeous, the firm muscles trembling beneath Taehyun’s touch and his nipples flushed a dusky pink. Taehyun has always enjoyed undressing Yeonjun, unwrapping his boyfriend like a present that never stops giving. Yeonjun gets embarrassed by it because he associates nakedness with pleasure, with sex, but Taehyun does not. It’s simply a natural way of being.
As Taehyun runs his hand down Yeonjun’s chest, he strokes the smooth skin there and observes the way that his boyfriend stifles a moan. He finds it fascinating how sensitive Yeonjun is, every little touch arousing him even further. Is this what lust is? A headfirst dive into uncontrollable pleasure? Taehyun is not sure that he could ever understand.
When his hand reaches the waistband of Yeonjun’s shorts, Taehyun’s eyes flick up to his boyfriend’s face. Yeonjun has his lower lip pulled between his teeth, unconsciously holding in his sounds of pleasure as Taehyun explores his body. But now, Yeonjun nods once, giving Taehyun the permission that he needs to continue.
Slowly, Taehyun peels Yeonjun’s shorts and boxers down his long legs, revealing the smooth expanse of his skin. Yeonjun’s arousal stands at attention, the shaft swollen and the head already shiny with precum. Taehyun wonders how long Yeonjun had lain awake, suffering his desire in silence.
He reaches out, tracing a prominent vein running up Yeonjun’s shaft with one finger, and his boyfriend jerks and moans at the touch.
“Fuck, Taehyun!” Yeonjun gasps, his fingers curling into a fist around the sheets. “You can’t just do that.”
“Why?” Taehyun asks, genuinely curious. Is that not what Yeonjun wants? To be touched?
“B-Because,” Yeonjun gets out through gritted teeth. “I’ll cum too soon.”
Right. Because Yeonjun wants Taehyun’s fingers before he finishes. Remembering his original goal, Taehyun moves to get the lube from their bedside table. It’s on Yeonjun’s side—it always is—and the bottle is half-full. Taehyun doesn’t blink at how empty it is. He’s used some of it on Yeonjun, and sometimes Yeonjun uses it on himself when Taehyun doesn’t want to participate in sex. Taehyun isn’t such a demanding boyfriend that he must be the only one pleasuring Yeonjun.
With the lube in hand, Taehyun settles back in between Yeonjun’s legs, spreading his boyfriend open for him. Yeonjun whines a little in embarrassment, but Taehyun ignores him. Taehyun has long since learned that Yeonjun’s noises don’t always mean that he wants to stop. In fact, they usually mean that Yeonjun wants Taehyun to keep going.
Pouring some of the lube into his hand, Taehyun spreads it between his fingers before reaching down, touching Yeonjun where he wants it most. Yeonjun gasps as Taehyun rubs against his entrance, wetting it with lube and coaxing the tight muscle open. Taehyun can’t believe how tight Yeonjun always is, his muscles holding all of the tension from dancing and the stress of daily life. No wonder Yeonjun enjoys being stretched open so much, melting into the boneless pleasure that comes from a mind-blowing orgasm.
It takes a few seconds for Taehyun to warm Yeonjun up to him, and then one finger is sliding past Yeonjun’s rim. The older man moans as he’s filled, legs falling open a little wider to allow Taehyun to scoot closer. Taehyun watches Yeonjun’s face closely as he begins to move his finger, thrusting in and out slowly as he strokes his boyfriend’s inner walls. Yeonjun’s eyes flutter in pleasure, his full lips parted in a gasp. Yeonjun doesn’t need Taehyun to get off, but he certainly enjoys it more when Taehyun feels up to helping him out, so he’s said.
Yeonjun is quick to adjust, relaxing around Taehyun’s finger and thumping his foot against Taehyun’s hip. “Another,” he demands, his lips turned into a pout.
“So pushy,” Taehyun teases but obliges anyway. The second finger slides in almost as easily as the first, Yeonjun pulsing a little around the thickest part of Taehyun’s knuckle.
With two fingers in Yeonjun now, Taehyun moves with a little more intention, thrusting in harder as he searches for the spot that always drives his boyfriend crazy. When he finds it, Yeonjun’s mouth falls open in a shameless moan, and Taehyun smiles. There, he thinks, Yeonjun has finally let himself go. Taehyun repeats the motion, stroking that sensitive bundle of nerves inside Yeonjun, and his boyfriend thrashes against the sheets in pleasure.
Yeonjun’s walls are spasming around Taehyun’s fingers, clinging to them with every thrust as if trying to pull him deeper in, and for a moment, Taehyun can almost understand why people enjoy sex so much. He likes the way Yeonjun seems to lose control, finally submitting to his baser desires. He wants to see more of that.
Taehyun pushes a third finger into Yeonjun without warning, and the older man keens. It’s a tighter fit than the last two, and Taehyun slows down to give Yeonjun time to adjust. As he waits, Taehyun glances up and catches sight of Yeonjun’s cock, hard and leaking against his stomach. It seems to throb almost painfully, so Taehyun decides to wrap his other hand around it. Yeonjun reacts almost immediately, his hips bucking up into Taehyun’s touch as he curses.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Yeonjun cries, more precum dripping down his shaft and wetting Taehyun’s fingers. With one hand in Yeonjun and the other wrapped around him, Taehyun feels in complete control of his boyfriend’s pleasure, and he finds that he likes the feeling. He wants to give everything to Yeonjun, to make him give in to his body’s natural desires.
Beginning to thrust his fingers into Yeonjun, Taehyun strokes the elder in time with his other hand. Yeonjun seems to absolutely fall apart at that, sobbing little gasps and whimpers falling from his mouth as he trembles beneath Taehyun, torn between pushing against his fingers or pushing into his hand. Taehyun strikes that bundle of nerves inside Yeonjun again, staying there and rubbing against it, and Yeonjun turns his face into the pillow to muffle his moans.
“Hey, now.” Taehyun swipes his thumb over Yeonjun’s cockhead, making his boyfriend shudder. “I want to hear you.”
“What’s the point? It’s not like you get off to it,” Yeonjun replies petulantly as he turns back, even as his eyes shine with unshed tears.
“No, but I like to hear your pleasure anyway,” Taehyun says simply.
As Taehyun continues to fuck Yeonjun with his fingers, his boyfriend rocks back against his hand, seeming as if he’s trying to take Taehyun deeper inside. As if he’s trying to take Taehyun’s cock inside.
“Do you want to use the toy?” Taehyun asks.
Yeonjun has a dildo for when fingers aren’t enough, stretching him open and leaving him gasping for breath. Taehyun has used it on Yeonjun more than a few times, finding it fascinating how Yeonjun’s whines turn high-pitched and breathless as he’s being fucked. It almost makes Taehyun wish that he could fuck Yeonjun, but not quite. The pleasure he wants to feel is not his own.
“N-No,” Yeonjun pants, the sheets still gripped tightly in his hands. “Your fingers are enough. Just, keep going.”
Taehyun obliges, working his hand a little harder, stroking Yeonjun a little faster. He can tell his boyfriend is getting closer from the way Yeonjun tightens around his fingers, throbs in his hand. Yeonjun’s eyes are screwed tight, muttering little curses and nonsensical words as he loses himself in his pleasure. He leaks all over his stomach and Taehyun’s hand like he just can’t help himself. It’s messy, it’s dirty, but Taehyun can’t find it in himself to hate it. Watching Yeonjun feel good makes him feel good.
“Taehyun!” Yeonjun suddenly cries, his body shuddering all over. “I’m gonna- oh!”
With one last thrust against Yeonjun’s prostate, one last swipe of his thumb against Yeonjun’s slit, Taehyun makes Yeonjun cum. The older man makes a choked sound as he orgasms, ropes of white shooting across his stomach and into Taehyun’s hand. He clenches tight around Taehyun’s fingers, and Taehyun can feel Yeonjun’s orgasm from inside him, his walls spasming and shivering.
Yeonjun’s climax is beautiful, and Taehyun wants to see more of it. When Yeonjun has relaxed enough for Taehyun to move his hand, he begins to thrust his fingers into Yeonjun again. The older man’s eyes shoot open in surprise, rolling wildly before locking onto Taehyun’s determined gaze.
“Again,” Taehyun demands, and Yeonjun moans weakly.
The older man’s body jerks with oversensitivity each time Taehyun rubs across his prostate, and he cries out as Taehyun begins to stroke him again. Taehyun’s hand makes an obscene wet sound as it moves through the mess leaking down Yeonjun’s cock, but Taehyun doesn’t care. The way Yeonjun whimpers and moans fills him with something that could almost be lust, like the fuel without the fire.
“Fuck, Taehyun! Oh my god!” Yeonjun babbles, a few tears rolling down his cheeks as he’s overstimulated. All of the sudden, his entire body tenses, back arching off the bed as a few more streaks of white shoot from his cock. Then he goes completely lax, melting into the bed as he trembles from the aftershocks of his second orgasm.
Taehyun withdraws his hand slowly, fingers slipping out of Yeonjun gently so as to not hurt his boyfriend. Reaching back toward the bedside table, Taehyun grabs a few tissues and wipes his hands before cleaning up the mess on Yeonjun’s stomach. Then he pulls off his own T-shirt, knowing that skin-on-skin contact helps ground his boyfriend after an intense orgasm.
Yeonjun is still trembling a little when Taehyun pulls him into his arms, but he sighs and tucks his face into the crook of Taehyun’s neck, pressing closer. Taehyun strokes his hands up and down Yeonjun’s back, feeling those firm muscles beneath his fingertips. During times like these, he almost wishes that he could share that feeling with Yeonjun, that floating, post-orgasm bliss that seems to steal away all of Yeonjun’s thoughts. But this is enough, too—holding Yeonjun in his arms as his boyfriend basks in his satisfaction.
When Yeonjun finally shifts, Taehyun pulls away just enough to look at his boyfriend’s face. “Did that feel good?” he asks.
Yeonjun’s smile is feline, sly and teasing. “You know it did,” he replies.
“I know.” Taehyun smiles back, pressing a kiss to the tip of Yeonjun’s nose. “I just like to hear you say it.” Yeonjun tilts his head up, capturing Taehyun’s lips in a proper kiss, and Taehyun allows them to kiss slowly, without rushing to an end goal this time.
“Thanks,” Yeonjun says when they part.
Taehyun raises an eyebrow. “What for?”
“For, you know, getting me off when it doesn’t do anything for you.”
“When did I ever say that?” Taehyun chuckles, but it isn’t out of malice. “Making you feel good makes me feel good.”
Yeonjun turns red at that, the tips of his ears blushing an adorable pink. “Where did you learn to say something so cheesy?” he demands even as he fights back his embarrassment.
“I learned from the best,” Taehyun jokes, leaning in the kiss his boyfriend one more time.