Taehyung rolls them over, placing himself on top as he grinds his hips sharply into the youngers, smirking as he whines. The rough fabric of the dancer's shorts against Jeongguk's bare skin has his body trembling as he weakly grips Taehyung's hair, whining pathetically into his neck. "Such a pretty boy, huh?" Taehyung teasingly grins, tongue running up the younger's neck. "You wanna forget so bad,"
And the words shouldn't make the younger boy moan, but they do. They fuel him into rocking his own hips up, desperate for any kind of friction that he's allowed. Taehyung forcefully pushes Jeongguk's hips down and holds them there, fingers brushing over his hip bone, the other hand tenderly holding his face as he kisses Jeongguk's lips sore.
Taehyung touch is bruisingly delicate, and it drives Jeongguk insane. The soft touches like he's made of the finest silk, sending shivers across his skin and the whispers of sweet nothings that dull the ache in his chest. The words stay stuck in Jeongguk's throat, with only soft whines and moans escaping his parted lips whenever Taehyung pulls away to abuse his neck with blooming hickies. "Floor or bed?" The elder asks seriously. But Jeongguk can't answer even if he wanted to. He's so breathless and in awe of the dancer that he just wants to feel him and nothing else. And Taehyung seems to understand because he doesn't move the younger from the ground, except to lean back and take a pillow from the sofa, placing it under Jeongguk's head. The simple touch has the younger gazing up at him in adoration, but the elder doesn't note it. He's too busy stripping Jeongguk of his ridiculously tight jeans, down his thighs, over his knees and off onto the floor. He leaves Jeongguk in just his white tee, before contemplating and ripping that off too, being sure to support the younger's head before it misses the pillow and hits the ground.
Taehyung manoeuvres him back onto the silk plush of the pillow and lets his hand trail from Jeongguk's neck and down his chest, the other pumping Jeongguk. The younger whines and wriggles desperately, earning a light slap on the thigh from Taehyung. "Stay still," the dancer orders under his breath.
Beside the sofa is a small table that has a glass bowl on top. Jeongguk never noticed it before, but it seems to hold small bottles and packets that he can't see until Taehyung is showing him a condom packet and a small bottle of lube. The dancer gently falls back onto his knees before he speaks up again.
"Did lover boy ever pleasure you properly?" Taehyung asks, distracting an obviously nervous Jeongguk who stares at the elder's hands as he coats them in a thick layer of lube.
"I guess so, but I haven't really got anyone to compare him to," Jeongguk says quietly as Taehyung leans over him, his fingers gently circling the younger's rim but not pushing in just yet.
The dancer leans in closer, lips pressed to Jeongguk's ear before he whispers, "I'll pleasure you so good that you won't want to fuck anyone else,"
The younger boy moans desperately, eyes fluttering closed. His body aches for something. Anything. He realizes that he's never felt this way with his ex before.
"Breathe," Taehyung instructs as he pushes a single finger into Jeongguk, feeling the way the younger's warm walls clench around it, desperate and needy. Taehyung edges it in and out, finding a slow rhythm before Jeongguk begs him for more. The dancer smirks and slips in another, scissoring them apart and listening to the sweet hiss that the younger emits. Jeongguk grips onto Taehyung's neck, keeping him close. The dancer spreads the younger's legs further apart, giving him better access to get closer as he curls his fingers, searching for that spot that makes Jeongguk suddenly scream out, hands scratching marks into Taehyung's neck as he cries.
"Bet he never made you feel like this,"
"I didn't even know I could feel like this," Jeongguk admits, although he meant it more for himself than to share it with the dancer. His jaw falls slack as Taehyung curls his fingers again, brushing against Jeongguk's prostate, making tears spring to the younger's eyes. The elder adds another, stretching Jeongguk as much as he possibly can before he pulls his hand away, listening to the sweet whine that fills his ears. "Please-" The younger begs as he pushes himself up onto his elbows to watch Taehyung rip the condom packet open with his teeth, eyes never leaving Jeongguk's. He watches eagerly as the elder rolls it on and coats himself in lube, hissing at the pleasure of it.
Taehyung grips Jeongguk's hip, the other holding his legs apart as he looks up and says, "okay?"
The younger nods, eyes closing and head falling back as Taehyung pushes in, easing himself into Jeongguk before he bottoms out, immediately finding his own pace. The younger's walls clench around him, milking him of all he's got as Taehyung works himself up to slam into the boy over and over again, hips colliding as he grips and pulls Jeongguk's hips towards him with each thrust.
Jeongguk is sure to bruise by tomorrow, but the younger fucking loves it.
Needs it.
Aches for it.
To be used and wanted.
It's a pleasure he's just never experienced before, but now he has someone to compare his ex too, he can confidently say he's for sure addicted to this dancer.
Jeongguk's head falls onto the pillow, turning to the side, mouth open and eyes closed as he just lets himself feel.
He doesn't talk, but the sweet noises that escape him are enough.
He blindly reaches out for Taehyung, hands grabbing the air until they're met with two larger hands that pull him up. The younger opens his eyes and watches himself be moved to sit on top of the dancer's hips as he grips the elder man's hands, fingers interlocked tightly.
The new angle has him gasping, panting. He cries out as Taehyung unexpectantly slams up into him, hitting Jeongguk in a way he's never felt it before.
The younger grips the dancer's fingers in his as Jeongguk finds his own pace, circling his hips gently, coaxing himself into it.
His hips begin to burn all too soon, not being used to being in this position, and Taehyung seems to understand it as he lays back on the ground and wraps his arms around Jeongguk's waist as he begins to slam upwards into him. Jeongguk cries out as he falls forward, arms automatically snaking around Taehyung's neck as if he needs to ground himself from the pleasure of it all.
Jeongguk's whole body feels ablaze, trembling with new feelings, new experiences. What was once a mistake of walking into this club, had quickly turned into the best night of his life, one that he just didn't want to end.
The younger finds his confidence and nips at the dancer's neck, watching red marks float to the surface of his tanned skin as he grinds his hips downwards each time Taehyung slams up into him.
The elder is quick to flip them over and pistol his hips into Jeongguk, effectively fucking him into the floor.
"Please-" Jeongguk whines as he pulls Taehyung closer. Absentmindedly, he tries to find Taehyungs lips, obviously disappointed when the dancer turns his head away. He makes a soft noise of pleading but is only met with a rough thrust that has him crying out. Taehyung leans in towards Jeongguk's ear and whispers, "don't play kiss chase with a whore,"
The younger can hardly take in his words, let alone understand them as a slender hand wraps around his throbbing erection, creating a rhythm that matches the thrusts from a dancer's hips. Jeongguk's thighs shake, a clear sign that he's close.
But Taehyung doesn't let up and swiftly continues to pound into the younger, his hand bringing the boy closer and closer to his orgasm.
He comes with a scream, head falling back to the floor, but still watching Taehyung pull out to tear off the condom, throwing his own head back as he gets himself off.
He rolls his head back to the side and gazes that lustful look at Jeongguk, smirking as he comes across the younger's chest, groaning deeply as Jeongguk moans involuntarily.
The sight of the dancer coming across Jeongguk's stomach is something Jeongguk can say he's never seen before, but for sure is addicted to it. Jeongguk lets himself fall limp against the floor, thinking that it's over until he feels a warm and wet feeling trailing up his stomach. It tickles at first and makes him laugh as he squirms.
"Pretty baby," he can feel Taehyung whisper against his skin.
Jeongguk props himself up to see Taehyung lapping away his own come from the younger's stomach, eyes rolling up to meet his gaze as the younger stares in fascination.
Taehyung's pink tongue rolls up Jeongguk's tanned abs until he reaches his neck, where he sucks a trademark hickey right above the collarbone before he pulls away with a triumphant smile. "Forget about loverboy," the dancer says. "He doesn't deserve you,"
And with that, he gets up and zips up his shorts, retucking in his silk top and leaves the room. Jeongguk takes the moment to overcome his shock, still feeling the wetness on his skin and the burning on his neck.
As he sits up, the boy looks around for his clothes and weakly leans across the room to grab them, pulling them to him as he changes.