warning— mature!!
chapter twenty
unedited
guys i don't write smut usually so like uhm, i hope this is decent
the initial reaction taehyung had was shock. his jaw fell open, his lips parted, his tongue darting out to wet them. suddenly the room had gotten a lot warmer, the air was much thicker, and time seemed to be moving so slowly; taehyung took jeongguk's hand and gave it a soft squeeze, one of comfort and trust.
"are you sure— jeongguk?" to which jeongguk nodded dumbly, pushing his head forward and connecting their lips with tilted heads. taehyung made a sound between a gasp and a soft breathy moan, his hands going from jeongguk's hand to his waist. he felt a fire build within him, he felt a wash of hot air cascade over his body, and jeongguk was pulling away to remove his shirt too.
jeongguk came back, chest now bare. he was so beautiful. taehyung always thought so, his skin so clean and pretty compared to his own scarred up body. jeongguk didn't seem too bothered by the scars, running his fingers along taehyung's skin like it was a clean slate, one that was untouched and still pure. taehyung pulled away from another kiss, his mind cluttering with so much then, he didn't even think about what they needed to actually have sex. "i—" he panted like a tired dog, "i don't have anything to—" a breathy chuckle, "use."
jeongguk looked as if he was thinking for a second, looking around. he grasped an idea, his idea being so vile that he must have to go through with it. your dad might have something. taehyung noticed how hungry his eyes were, his grip on taehyung never faltering as he stared back at him with a determined glare. taehyung felt a throb in his lower area. god. he exhaled, "yeah— okay i'll go check, wait here."
taehyung unlocked his door and peeked his head out. the hallway stared back at him, and he stared back like he had seen a ghost. he had to be quiet, or else they would get caught— and maybe that made it more exciting. taehyung left the room, heading straight down the hallway to his father's room. the room was an old fashioned one, one with a big carpet that was a strange brown color in the center of the hardwood floor. the bed was a canopy one, it loomed over taehyung almost like eyes watching him as he pried open his father's bedside table. sure enough, the "supplies" he needed was located in there. his face scrunched up at the thought of him and his step mother— gross.
he hurried back to jeongguk, he didn't want to keep the boy waiting. he came back with light feet, closing the door behind him. he locked it, his eyes scanning the room again— jeongguk was sat criss-cross on the sheets. taehyung neared him, setting down the condom on the bedside table. taehyung grabbed jeongguk's shoulders, pushing him down so gently into the mattress.
something ran in taehyung's mind— he had never done this. he wondered if jeongguk had ever done it, but that didn't matter to him. jeongguk was still jeongguk, virgin or not. jeongguk writhed underneath taehyung, his legs squirming, trying to find purpose. small noises like gasps and pants were leaving jeongguk's mouth. taehyung's lips found their purpose at jeongguk's waistline, dragging down until they reached his sensitive area. jeongguk coiled, a throaty moan escaping him.
taehyung ever so slowly dragged down the pants jeongguk supported, and boy was it too slow for jeongguk, even so that he rose a left hand, sloppily signing, faster; he did this in utter desperation. taehyung complied with a nervous smile, pulling down the pants and struggling at the ankles, to which jeongguk assisted. "you're so beautiful, you're body is so—" taehyung groaned, falling against bare skin, attracted like a magnet, keeping himself up by putting his weight on his hands, which were right by jeongguk's ears. "so gorgeous. i can't believe i have you."
