baekyong ◍ right where i want you

right where i want you

"I like your eyes," Baekhyun begins, tilting Taeyong's chin up like he did before. "Pretty."

"I like your hair," and his fingers trail along Taeyong's jaw before carding through the hair at the back of his head, holding him in place.

"I like your lips," he smirks, and Taeyong whines again.

"You did that on purpose," Taeyong says breathlessly, trying his best to gain control back over his erratic heartbeat. "To get a reaction out of me."

"So what if I did," Baekhyun laughs, all smoldering sensuality gone from his gaze as he jokes. "It worked anyway!"

Baekhyun's fingers tighten in his hair the slightest bit and Taeyong has to stop himself from saying please, tighter. He just groans and presses his face into Baekhyun's shirt, nuzzling like a cat.

"You're so ridiculous," Taeyong grumbles, voice hardly discernable.

"Tell hyung what you want to do."

Anything and everything, is the answer. Taeyong wants to ask what Baekhyun is thinking, what he is looking to get out of this tonight, so he doesn't ask for too much and scare him off. He doesn't want to say what he wants for the irrational fear that Baekhyun will think he's weird, even though it's obvious Baekhyun wants him too. Taeyong is not used to feeling this much.

"Whatever you want, hyung," he says, and shakes his head against Baekhyun's belly, where he's warm and soft. He's thankful Baekhyun is letting him hide here, to shield his face from the embarrassment. "Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll- I'll do it."

Baekhyun laughs a little and Taeyong can feel it more than hear it, a slight rumble in his chest.

"So generous," he whispers, and Taeyong can feel it again, his voice pressing against him, all deep like waves of rolling thunder. Baekhyun laughs and ruffles Taeyong's hair. "Here's what we can do," he says quietly, like he's guiding him. "Scooch up."

Eager to follow his lead, Taeyong moves back on the bed. Baekhyun crawls over him, knees on either side of his hips, and pushes him firmly to the bed with one hand on his chest. It knocks the wind wind out of him. Baekhyun hovers above him, leans over his prone body, and Taeyong's whole worldview shifts and tunnel-visions.

With little preamble, Baekhyun leans down and captures Taeyong's lips once more, still as gentle as he always has been. Something about the ease with which he kisses turns Taeyong on more than if he was all tongue and teeth, kissing hungry. Well, Taeyong reconsiders, that would probably turn him on too.

Taeyong's arms are glued to his sides but Baekhyun's hands roam, flit to one place and another, not seeming to be able to settle. The hand that had pushed Taeyong to the bed pets across his chest, trails along his collar bones, and curves so it's holding Taeyong's jaw, thumb soothing back and forth. With the other hand, Baekhyun trails down, down, presses against Taeyong's stomach, feels his ribs.

Baekhyun nips at Taeyong's bottom lip. Not being so gentle anymore.

Slowly, Taeyong parts his lips to Baekhyun's advances, dares to take a little more of what he wants. He strains his neck and presses up into Baekhyun, their chests brushing, and lets Baekhyun take him, kiss him deep and needy.

Baekhyun lets out these enthusiastic little hums that make Taeyong smile into their kisses, act as the encouragement Taeyong thrives on. He tries to be vocal back, make some of his own noises, which isn't hard considering how keyed-up he's getting. Baekhyun feels so good on top of him and, even though he's carefully positioning his hips so they don't brush, his kisses alone have a heady warmth pooling in Taeyong's body, his stomach filling with molten gold.