baekyong ◍ right where i want you

right where i want you

This kiss is nothing like the first.

This kiss is like nothing he has ever felt. No day dream or fantasy or vision of his wildest imagination could prepare him for this kiss, the way Baekhyun's mouth feels against his own, a soft, determined press.

Baekhyun's hands move to his waist and Taeyong shivers, they curl around his middle and Taeyong sighs into Baekhyun's mouth, clutched close against his chest now.

So this is what it feels like, he faintly thinks. How can he think, really, when the man he's idolized for years is making out with him. His head is spinning with the heat.

They part for only a moment before Baekhyun draws him back in and kisses him hard, tilting his head so their mouths align like puzzle pieces. Taeyong is powerless, too utterly stunned to do anything but stand in front of him, knees weak, and let himself be kissed. Their noses press together and Taeyong can hear every filthy sound their lips make, if only a little above the beating of his heart in his ears.

Baekhyun kisses him and he knows he is ruined. Baekhyun kisses him and he knows he will never want to kiss someone else this much, not for the rest of his life.

Baekhyun is still holding him tight around his middle, more like a hug than anything else, when he pulls away and rests his forehead against Taeyong's. Taeyong can feel his laboured breathing washing across his face, and he leans in again to chase the source of that breath, kissing Baekhyun softly once more before leaning back.

"I'm not upset," Baekhyun finally murmurs.

Taeyong chances a look up at his face as best he can being so close to him and takes in Baekhyun's appearance; his flushed cheeks, bright, searching eyes, his swollen lips. He looks just about as wrecked as Taeyong feels.

"Obviously not upset," Taeyong marvels.

Baekhyun laughs against him, a strange, strained sort of thing, and whispers, "Do you have any idea how much I wanted you to do that? All night, I was waiting."

Taeyong gulps. "I- didn't know."

"God," and now it's Baekhyun's turn to marvel, "how could I not? Have you seen yourself?"

"Have you seen yourself?" Taeyong gapes at him, aghast. "Hyung, you're like, you're," Taeyong struggles for the words and ends up stepping back and vaguely gesturing at all of Baekhyun, which Baekhyun seems to find hilarious.

"I'm? I'm what, Taeyongie," Baekhyun smiles. He crowds Taeyong slowly backwards, until the backs of Taeyong's knees hit the edge of the bed and he's pressed against him again, chest to chest. "Tell hyung what you like so much about him."

"Hyung," Taeyong breathes dumbly, seemingly unable to say much else with Baekhyun so close.

Baekhyun just smiles his gentle, teasing smile, and lifts Taeyong's face to his with a finger under his chin, their lips meeting again.

Oh God. Taeyong melts. If this is what it's going to feel like every time, he never wants to stop.

"There," Baekhyun murmurs, soothing. "You don't have to tell me."

"I think it would just fuel your ego if I did."

"I don't think it could get any bigger," Baekhyun smirks. "Why don't I tell you what I like about you, huh?"

Taeyong only whines, petulant, always so bad at taking compliments. Baekhyun keeps leaning against him, pushing and pushing until Taeyong's knees buckle and he sits back onto the bed. He looks up at Baekhyun through his eyelashes.