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Soobin swears he sees heaven whenever Taehyun fucks him.
It’s the only time he can fully let go. The only time he’s not somebody’s leader or somebody’s hyung. He can just submit.
They went out, exploring the city, getting some dinner, taking pictures. A date, as Soobin decided to call it in front of their fans as well. Taehyun is more lowkey about things like this, but Soobin isn’t afraid to shout his love for him from the rooftops – well, as much as he can dare to in this industry.
Soobin spent all night spoiling Taehyun. It’s one of his favorite things to do. Nothing beats the feeling of Taehyun’s eyes lighting up and downright sparkling when Soobin treats him to his favorite dessert and takes his picture in front of all the sights Taehyun was dying to see.
But back in their hotel room, Soobin is the one getting spoiled now.
Taehyun’s hands roam his body, both of them stark naked and in no rush whatsoever. It’s like tomorrow’s concert is weeks away. Tonight is only for them.
Taehyun caresses every inch of Soobin’s body, his lips exploring the planes of skin; his sensitive ears, his neck, his chest where he spends a long time. He practically worships Soobin’s abs with his tongue while he slowly fingers him open.
Soobin has been hard for what feels like hours, but he wouldn’t dream of rushing Taehyun. He’s fully pliant, relaxing against the soft hotel sheets, head thrown back in sheer bliss every time Taehyun’s fingers brush his prostate.
Taehyun kisses his way down his abdomen and to his thighs, deliberately ignoring Soobin’s cock. He’s eager, now that he’s reached the part where he can leave hickeys to his heart’s content. Soobin jolts and whimpers when Taehyun’s sharp canines bite down into the meat of his thigh at the same time he crooks his fingers. He’s leaking, and he’s aware he probably sounds like a whore.
Sue him for enjoying himself.
Taehyun pumps his fingers a few times as he sucks bruise after bruise into Soobin’s thighs.
“Look at me,” Taehyun mumbles against his skin.
For a moment, Soobin thinks he won’t be able to lift his head, not when he feels so good, but he wants to see Taehyun, wants the full experience of being worshipped like this by the man he’s loved since he first saw him all these years ago.
“Feel good?” Taehyun asks, crooking his fingers again and making Soobin falter.
Soobin bites his lip and nods, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
Taehyun tuts disapprovingly. “Words, love.”
“Good...” is all Soobin manages, but it’s enough for Taehyun. He’s not here to torture him. Not tonight.
On the contrary, tonight feels like some sort of anniversary; slow, tender, loving. Soobin nearly gets overwhelmed with how much his heart swells in his chest at being treated like he’s fragile.
Taehyun continues to fuck his fingers in and out of him for a while longer, big brown eyes staring at him as he takes in every single one of Soobin’s expressions, drinking them up as he alternates between crooking his fingers and making scissor-like motions that draw little gasps out of Soobin.
Despite loving the feeling of Taehyun’s skilled fingers inside of him, Soobin is close to pleading. He needs more. But unsurprisingly to him, he doesn’t need to voice his thoughts. Taehyun reads his face with practiced ease.
Still, Soobin whimpers when Taehyun pulls his fingers free in favor of reaching for the lube again. Anticipation spreads inside him. Taehyun reaches for a condom but Soobin whines in complaint.
“You’re going to be tired later, baby...” Taehyun says, always the voice of reason. “I know you’ll complain about clean-up when we’re done.”
“Don’t care, I want to feel you tonight...” Soobin retorts, reaching for Taehyun with grabby hands.
Taehyun laughs fondly and comes closer, letting his lips hover over Soobin’s for a moment, breath fanning his lips. Soobin whines again, earning himself a breathy chuckle before Taehyun kisses him. It’s as slow as his fingers were inside him, tongue carefully entering his mouth, exploring everything that’s already familiar.
Judging by the little sound Taehyun makes, he’s slicking himself up, forgoing the condom. Soobin smiles into the kiss at the notion that he won Taehyun over in the end.
He pulls Taehyun almost impossibly closer, hands finding his hair as their kiss deepens. It gets filthier by the second, too. By the time Taehyun’s cock prods at Soobin’s prepped entrance, their kisses are open-mouthed and Soobin moans at the feeling of Taehyun sucking on his tongue and biting at his plush lips. They’re going to be red and swollen by the end of this, but Soobin loves looking at himself and finding traces of Taehyun’s touch on him even when they’re long finished.
Soobin swears he sees heaven whenever Taehyun fucks him.
His cock fills him up just right, and instantly vacates his brain of any thoughts but Taehyun, Taehyun, Taehyun...
He’s sure he’s voicing said thoughts as Taehyun sets a pace, his thrusts slow but hard, punching guttural moans out of Soobin every time Taehyun’s hips smack against his ass. Soobin’s long legs wrap around Taehyun’s middle, locking him in, keeping him close. He can’t afford to bring even an inch of distance between them.
It’s times like these when Soobin thinks he might just be obsessed with the way Taehyun feels against him, his toned body moving against Soobin’s perfectly as he makes him feel amazing. Taehyun’s soft moans in his ear make his head spin, his breath against one of the most sensitive parts of his body making pleasant shudders run down his spine. His mind is positively fuzzy with every single one of Taehyun’s thrusts bringing him closer to the edge.
Soobin loves to let go like this, loves to let Taehyun spoil him, loves to be close to him in any way.
He lets out his loudest moan yet when Taehyun wraps a hand around his neglected, leaking cock and jerks him off in time with his thrusts. Soobin drops his head back, exposing his neck and Taehyun’s lips find his skin, careful not to leave any marks.
“I love you,” Taehyun says, sounding winded from his pace.
Soobin goes rigid and it’s Taehyun’s words that promptly make him spill over his stomach and Taehyun’s hand with a whine. “I love you...”
Taehyun groans at the feeling of Soobin’s walls tightening around him, thrusts becoming sloppy as Soobin shakes through his orgasm. He’s weakly rolling his hips, trying to meet Taehyun’s thrusts even as overstimulation sets in and makes him whimper. He pulls Taehyun in for another kiss and paws at his chest until finally, finally Taehyun fills him up with hot spurts of cum.
They keep kissing like this for a bit longer, even after they both started to go soft, seemingly unwilling to part from one another. Taehyun is still holding himself up with his arms so as to not crush Soobin while Soobin’s legs are still wrapped around Taehyun’s middle to keep him close.
“Best date night ever...” Soobin says tiredly, a dopey smile spreading on his face once Taehyun draws back.
Taehyun chuckles and kisses the corner of his mouth as he slowly pulls out. “Hm, agreed, that was amazing...”
“I love you...”
“I love you more, hyung,” Taehyun says, brushing Soobin’s hair from his forehead. “I’m sorry I’m not usually as open about it as you are.”
Soobin’s brows furrow. “You mean on social media?”
Taehyun nods, his face almost timid.
“I don’t care about that,” Soobin assures him. “I know you show your love for me in different ways. You don’t have to post about it.”
“Sometimes I feel like it’s not enough...” Taehyun says.
Soobin cups his cheek and kisses him. “It is enough. I love our relationship the way it is.”
The words bring a small smile to Taehyun’s lips, and they kiss again, once more getting a little lost in each other.
The night is hot, and they worked up quite a sweat, plus, he’s still leaking Taehyun’s cum, so Soobin soon feels rather sticky. Regardless, he whines when Taehyun moves to pull him to his feet in order to wash up.
Taehyun laughs. “I told you you’d complain.”
“Hmpf...” Soobin pouts, though he can’t deny the tedious clean up was worth every bit of the hassle.
He lets Taehyun drag him to the bathroom and run them a nice hot bath.
Slow evenings like this one are a rare occasion between busy schedules. Soobin cherishes every single one of them. Just existing with Taehyun, laying back against his chest in the tub, fingers interlocked as they bask in each other...
This is the life, Soobin thinks.
(The next night will bring its perks, too, however, and Soobin nearly shakes in anticipation when he thinks about how Taehyun tends to relieve the pent-up adrenaline of a post-concert night by fucking him into the mattress like a cheap whore.
God, Soobin loves this man.)