Red Strings

Red Strings 4/?

"C-Can you teach me?" He looked at the other male bashfully from underneath his long eyelashes.

"Teach you?"

"Yeah... can you teach me t-that?" Taekwoon's face became a bright but endearing red color, covering the expansions of his cotton cheeks and pretty little ears.

Wonsik felt a smirk pull at his lips, feeling his body push the other down against the bed before he could stop his raging hormones. "Are you sure you want me to? I might teach you a little more." He bathed in the feeling he got at the way Taekwoon trembled underneath him as he shot him a more or less suggestive wink that he doubted the other got the meaning of. Taekwoon nodded, causing Wonsik to chuckle softly, his fingers coming up to push the stray almond colored hair out of the others face. "Use your words, Taekwoon."

"Y-Yes please." Wonsik inwardly cooed at how adorable the other was as he obediently bent at Wonsik's will.

"What I teach you, you can't do to anyone else, okay?" Wonsik told him sternly, a certain threat in his voice as he thought of Taekwoon kissing anyone else. Possessive and selfish bastard he was.

"Mm? W-Why?" Taekwoon's wide cat-like eyes stared at him, head cocked to the side in question.

Cute.

"Because. I said so." Wonsik grinned, "I'm not going to teach you unless you promise me you won't kiss anyone else." He knew he was being childish but he couldn't help it. Besides, who else could Taekwoon kiss while trapped in this house of his?

"What about my parents?" Taekwoon questioned. Oh. That's right.

"No, no, no. You don't kiss your parents anywhere but the forehead or cheek. Never the lips." Wonsik explained, before leaning down to peck him on the lips quickly, inwardly swooning at how precious the other looked, "Only me." He added on.

"A-Alright. I promise."

Wonsik shifted his position, getting more comfortable on top of the other while supporting his weight easily. "Spread your legs so I have room, Woonie." He smiled a little when Taekwoon did so without question, pale and slender fingers grabbing onto his shoulder as he shifted again. "Good boy." Taekwoon blush again at the praise, eyes downcast. "Look at me."

They stared at each other for a second, the silence causing the tension to grow heavier, anticipation running through both of their hormonal bodies. Wonsik slowly leaned down, eyes trained on Taekwoon's expression for a signal to stop.

Letting out a shaky breath, he whispered softly to Taekwoon, "Just move your lips with mine, okay? We'll start off slow..." He waited for Taekwoon to nod before gently grazing his lips against those soft, pink ones. Wonsik let out a quiet groan at how they felt, his hand moving to the side of Taekwoon's face. As promised, he moved at a beginner's pace merely going through the motions he was use to as he waited for Taekwoon to respond.

Of course, it was a timid one. Lips barely pressing back against his, moving along with the flow sloppily but Wonsik wouldn't have it any other way.

They continued to do so for the next few minutes, the elder seeming to get the hang of it, pulling away every few seconds for Taekwoon to catch a breath, whining at the sudden lost of contact which made Wonsik coo softly at how his Woonie was so cute. Slowly Wonsik quickened the pace just the slightest, in awe at how well Taekwoon earnestly followed flawlessly.

The next time they pulled away, Wonsik couldn't help but chuckle, "You sure you haven't done this before?" Taekwoon nodded his head, pink rising on his cheeks once more as his fingers found refuge within Wonsik's black hair. Wonsik let out a surprised but satisfied grunt as Taekwoon pulled his head back down, initiating his own kiss that was just like him. Innocent.

Upping the game a little, Wonsik sneaked his tongue out to swipe against the plump bottom lip he was craving to nip and suck on. He felt his blood shoot down to his growing bulge at the high pitched whimper that left Taekwoon's lip, the elder pulling away.

"Open up your mouth when I do that, okay?" Wonsik directed him between harsh exhales, pressing his lips back into the other's with a moan at how quickly Taekwoon had responded, fingers tugging at his hair softly. Wonsik repeated his movements, humming in approval as he felt Taekwoon open his mouth.

The sweetest sound of Taekwoon's moan reached his ears as Wonsik's expert tongue invaded his sweet and warm cavern, exploring it for it's worth. One of Wonsik's hands ran down the side of Taekwoon's pliable body, feeling it arch against his deliciously as his fingertips scraped up the elders sensitive thighs, feeling them raise a little higher.

Soon enough, he felt a timid, soft, muscle touch his, causing him let out a moan of his own before pulling back.

"O-Oh, am I not suppo—" Taekwoon started, stopping when Wonsik pecked him once more.

He waited for both of them to catch their breaths, leaning his forehead against the other's as he licked his lips, that taste of Taekwoon lingering as his hand aimlessly ran up and down the thigh he was finding himself to love.

"No, It's okay. You can but I might just go crazy if you do." Wonsik finally murmured, each word he spoke grazing against those lips softly as he leaned down, shivering at the slight contact.

"Did... did I do okay?" Taekwoon asked shyly, his fingers clenching and unclenching in Wonsik's hair nervously before running down the expansion of his neck and resting at his shoulders.

Smiling down at the man under him, he laid a kiss on the sweaty forehead.

"You did perfect."