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Choi Beomgyu lives off campus, that, among many other things, makes working with him just that little bit harder than working with literally anyone else.
It's not particularly far away from where Taehyun lives actually, but Taehyun stays in a ridiculously big frat house literally 2 minutes away from their college library with a plethora of rooms and literally an indoor gym. Beomgyu, on the other hand, lives off campus, deep in the city near it's red light district, in a ratty little apartment complex with a chinese takeout shop and a thrift store on either side of the building with the city's loudest bar just a few buildings down. Now, Taehyun doesn't want to be a snob, obviously being part of the largest frat in their uni comes with it's perks - again, Alpha Kappa Alpha literally has its own gym - but surely literally anything would be better than studying in a two bedroom apartment that smells perpetually of nicotine and has walls so thin you can hear when the neighbours are using the goddamn vacuum cleaner.
Unfortunately, Taehyun's partner is Choi Beomgyu, who a) refuses to work in, what he calls, a "pig-infested frat house", b) is not worth arguing with, and c) is a fucking brat. Therefore, here Taehyun is, standing outside apartment 802, in front a large white door with the paint chipping at the edges. Nailed onto the door are the names "Choi Soobin' and 'Choi Beomgyu', etched onto a plastic placard attempting to trick its viewers into thinking it's made of wood. Taehyun regards it for a second before before reaching down towards the small white switch on the doors left to ring the bell.
Taehyun waits for a bit, one second, five, before he hears some shuffling from the other side of the door. It opens to 4th year medical student Choi Soobin, who Taehyun knows mostly through the fact that the guy is his friend Yeonjun’s boyfriend, Yeonjun being his senior frat brother who graduated just last year and now lives not too far away from this very apartment. Soobin regards him for a second, recognition flashing in his dark eyes, he smiles.
“Ah! Taehyun-ah!” He says, voice friendly as it always is, “come on in, Beomgyu’s just coming back from his shift, he told me to tell you he’s running a bit late.”
Taehyun nods silently as he follows Soobin into the apartment, despite being small it’s a nice space, filled with colourful pillows and a plethora of houseplants. Soobin directs him towards a door to the right, “just wait in Beomgyu’s room,” he says, “sorry I can’t keep you company, got to finish some classwork that was due 3 days ago.”
“No problem, Hyung,” Taehyun replies easily. Soobin smiles warmly in response, before waving and ducking into the door opposite the one Taehyun knows to be Beomgyu’s. Taehyun watches him go before he turns around and pushes into Beomgyu’s room.
Taehyun hasn’t been inside Beomgyu’s room in a while, he’s had no reason to. He’s visited this apartment a total of 3-4 times, always as Yeonjun’s plus one, when the two roommates hold one of their little get togethers. They aren’t particularly big events, usually 20-30 people, but with the size of the apartment it feels just as cramped at the parties back at Taehyun’s frat house. Either way, every time Taehyun has come to this apartment, he’s almost always ended up in this room at some point over the course of the night.
It’s a nice room, Taehyun can admit, small but cozy, with a large window next to Beomgyu’s twin Ikea bed. The view is lacklustre, mostly just a bunch of greying buildings and neon lit billboards, but it lets in a nice amount of sun, bathing the room in a golden-white glow. The room is, in many ways, exactly what Taehyun would’ve expected from Beomgyu, the walls plastered with polaroids of him with his friends, next to posters of bands and movies Taehyun has never heard of. Near the door stands a clothing wrack covered in all sorts of pieces, ranging from a checkered blue and white knit cardigan, to an impossibly soft looking white teddy-bear jacket, to a pair of black ripped jeans with a waist so small Taehyun can hardly believe Beomgyu fits into them. There’s a bookshelf in the corner too, half of it filled with vinyl records and the remaining half stacked with books. It’s a confusing array, Beomgyu apparently reads everything from The Second Sex by Simone De Beauvoir to Kevin Kwan’s seminal masterpiece Crazy Rich Asians - although the feminist philosophy aspect of his book collection may have less to do with Beomgyu’s personal tastes, and more to do with him taking a philosophy class in his journey towards his liberal arts degree.
(Taehyun’s more of a STEM person himself.)
The room’s always unexpectedly clean, at least it has been every time Taehyun has visited, bedsheets creaseless and stacks of notes organised neatly on Beomgyu’s desk. The desk itself is obnoxiously crowded though, organised as it is, and Taehyun wonders how Beomgyu manages to get anything done amongst the stacks of books, bobbleheads and pen holders, not to mention the wild assortment of self care care products and the intensely colourful ashtray that sits next to his lamp. Taehyun’s eyes zero in on an empty coffee mug next to an open copy of Discipline and Punishment by Foucalt, which Taehyun only recognises because Huening Kai had been reading it for a class just a few days ago.
(Huening Kai is Taehyun’s frat brother and best friend, he is also not just a political science major but also a raging leftist - which is fun because it rubs a bunch of their frat brothers the wrong way; sticking to tradition, most members of Alpha Kappa Alpha are in fact business majors and don’t exactly vibe with Huening Kai’s rants about condemning capitalism and bringing power to the proletariet.
Beomgyu and Huening Kai are friends too, Taehyun knows that, he supposes it makes sense.)
Taehyun’s not quite sure what to do here. Him and Beomgyu aren’t particularly friendly with each other, so he can’t just jump and curl into Beomgyu’s bed like he would with his friends. Him and Beomgyu are more like acquaintances, with a pinch of mutual attraction and just a splash of disdain for one another - Beomgyu thinks Taehyun’s a buzzkill and Taehyun thinks Beomgyu’s annoying, but it doesn’t quite breach into the territory of proper hate, or at least it hasn’t quite yet. It might, Taehyun thinks, as he pulls out his phone and sees that Beomgyu still isn’t here despite it being 10 minutes past the time he’d asked Taehyun to come. Taehyun lets out a heavy sigh, pulling out the chair by Beomgyu’s desk and taking a seat there, plugging in his earphones and listening to music while he waits (TWICE, he’s listening to TWICE.)
About five minutes and two songs later, the door creaks open, and a tired looking Beomgyu steps in.
For all their mutual disdain, Choi Beomgyu is still very pretty - that’s the first thought that comes into Taehyun’s head when the older boy steps into the room.
He looks exactly like someone with this kind of room would, Taehyun thinks, with his milky skin and long hair and plethora of piercings. Right now, his long black hair is partly held up in a little ponytail, probably in an attempt to keep it away from his ears, with the rest of it still falling over his face and neck in dark silky strands. He’s tall and lean and just a little bit soft all over, with a slim waist and long legs. Despite the tiredness on his face, his eyes are still wide and chocolate brown, with that little excited spark they always have to them. He’s dressed in a pair of straight-legged light wash jeans and an oversized graphic t-shirt, half tucked in and half left out. His piercings twinkle as they meet the light coming through his bedroom window: three on each of his ears - two at the lobe and one up at the helix, and a single gold ring adorning his sharp nose. There’s a black backpack draped over his right shoulder, one that he drops unceremoniously onto the floor the second the door closes behind him.
His full lips quirk into a wince of a smile when he sees Taehyun at his desk.
“Taehyun-ah, sorry to keep you waiting,” he says, and as much as Taehyun wants to scoff he can see that the words are genuine, “rush hour hit a little more intensely than usual today.”
“It’s fine,” Taehyun says, and even he can hear the cold buzz in his voice, “that’s what you get for working at the cities most popular coffee shop.”
“For the cash, Hyunnie-ah,” Beomgyu grins, Taehyun scowls at the nickname, “for the cash.”
Taehyun gets that, he got lucky last year, managing to snag a position as a personal trainer at a nearby Gym. It’s exhausting work, mostly because they assign him exclusively to scrawny newbies and middle aged women, but it makes decent money so Taehyun can’t complain too much. His eyes follow Beomgyu as the older boy strips off the mismatched socks on his feet, ducking around the corner to throw them into a clothes bin Taehyun hadn’t noticed earlier. Subsequently, he reaches into his backpack, pulling out a uniform that Taehyun recognises easily from all his visits to Bangtan Café and Bistro - a white polo shirt, with the café’s name embroidered over the chest, along with a dark grey apron covered in these little triangle like patterns in a slightly lighter shade of grey. Beomgyu dusts off the uniform, before hanging the pieces on his clothes rack next to a yellow and black flannel shirt. Taehyun follows his movements as he goes, eyes hooked on to the way Beomgyu’s dark hair catches the light and how the fabric of his shirt creases as he moves over to switch on the A/C, before stretching his arms over his head and leisurely making his way towards his bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress, about a foot away from Taehyun, legs crossing one over the other immediately.
“Okay,” he breathes out, “where do we start.”
It’s not a particularly hard assignment, just a 5-10 minute conversation between the two of them completely in english, that’s all - and with both Beomgyu and Taehyun being well on top of their academics, this should really be a breeze for them. Unfortunately, it being him and Beomgyu, well, opens up a whole new set of problems.
For starters they can’t agree on much. Taehyun wants to go the easy, pragmatic way, a simple little scenario at a shop or something that’ll be relatively easy to pull off. Beomgyu treats it more like a play, thinking up plot lines, expressions, emotions and words Taehyun doesn’t know how to translate into english. They settle on a middle ground after approximately 45 minutes of back and forth arguing, choosing to reenact two friends eating together at a cafe. Taehyun gets to show that he’s been listening to all the lessons they’ve had about ordering food, and Beomgyu gets to, well, have a light hearted conversation in a foreign language.
The second problem, is that even when they do agree on things, they bicker. Taehyun figures that’s just part of their dynamic, but it doesn’t make the way Beomgyu seemingly disagrees with every second thing he says any less infuriating. Taehyun, of course, fires back with equal rigour, he’s not going to let himself lose to a wannabe indie brat with a big mouth and pretty hair. He’s not quite sure what it is that he’s isn’t letting himself lose but, well, details. Either way, the argue a lot, bickering back and forth with snide comments in passing and an endless number of scoffs and raised eyebrows.
Last, but not least by any margin, is that Beomgyu himself is distracting. He’s loud, humming under his breath all the time, he’s endlessly energetic, hands constantly drumming against his bedframe, and he’s, well, he’s pretty. And Taehyun tries, oh god, does Taehyun try, but sometimes it’s hard to focus when there’s a pretty boy meters away from you, bathed under the glow of the afternoon sun, eyes cast unto the screen in his lap and pretty fingers carding through prettier hair. This right here is Taehyun’s biggest problem with Beomgyu, because despite all the bickering and disagreeing and snappy remarking, Taehyun simply cannot help but be endlessly attracted to the boy.
At the very least he knows the attraction is reciprocated. The two of them have hooked up on more occasions than one, usually drunk and at Taehyun’s frat house during one of Alpha Kappa Alpha’s infamous parties. It’s always spurred on by argument, Taehyun figures if they were different people they would’ve probably physically fought by now, however Taehyun isn’t one for violence and seemingly neither is Beomgyu, so they take out that frustration on each other like this instead. It works, in a way, they haven’t beaten each other up yet, and Taehyun’s pretty sure he would’ve thrown a punch Beomgyu’s way by now if not for their shared sexual history. Unfortunately, any relief that comes out of knowing that Taehyun’s attraction is requited gets washed away by the fact that occasionally Taehyun will look at Beomgyu and suddenly revert back to the last time they’d hooked up, Alpha Kappa Alpha’s new years party this year, and suddenly all Taehyun can think of is soft lips against his own and strong legs wrapped around his hips.
It’s a problem on its own, but it’s really bad when he’s in the middle of work, sitting in Beomgyu’s room, with the older boy right fucking there.
They finish by 7:30, which means it takes them a little under 2 and half hours to finish something that for all facts and purposes shouldn’t have taken them over 45 minutes. Taehyun is exhausted.
“Finally,” Beomgyu breathes, stretching his arms over his head and falling back on to his bed. The edges of his shirt rides up ever so slightly and Taehyun has to hold back a gulp at the sight of pretty, white skin. “I’m exhausted.”
“You’re exhausted?” Taehyun quips, “I did all the work, why are you exhausted?”
(This is a lie, but Taehyun likes pushing Beomgyu’s buttons just as much as Beomgyu likes pushing his, so he says it anyway.)
Beomgyu gasps, sitting upright on his bed. “Is that true?” He says, scandalised, “I did at least 70% of the work, you were to busy staring at my lips the entire time.”
Taehyun rolls his eyes, “you wish, Choi,” he says.
(his is also a lie, because even now Taehyun’s eyes duck down to Beomgyu’s lips and back to his eyes.)
“I don’t need to, Kang,” Beomgyu replies, emphasising Taehyun’s last name mockingly, “you just did it again right now.” He gets up onto his knees, inching closer till he’s right in front of Taehyun, their noses just shy of touching. Taehyun can see his reflection in Beomgyu’s eyes, the pinch of his eyebrows, the darkness in his eyes. Of course he can see Beomgyu too, dark eyes intently staring at him, eyebrows and lips curled in a way that is distinctly teasing, smirk poised and pretty. Taehyun’s not sure if he wants to punch or kiss it off his face. He leans closer, almost subconsciously, till his nose knocks against Beomgyu’s and he can almost feel the cool metal of Beomgyu’s nose ring.
“And if I have been staring at you?” He asks boldly, meeting the older boy head on, “what are you going to do about it?”
Beomgyu breaks into a devastatingly pretty grin.
Taehyun’s not sure who leans in first, but within seconds he’s got Beomgyu plastered against the mattress, lips locked. He presses hungrily into Beomgyu’s mouth, lips intently pushing against the older’s. Beomgyu offers no resistance, mouth falling open, wanton and pliant against Taehyun’s lips, letting him do as he pleases. Beomgyu lets him take control, as he always does, moaning into Taehyun’s mouth and taking everything the younger boy gives him in earnest, letting out pretty sounds that shoot down straight to Taehyun’s dick as their tongues curl against each other. Taehyun has a firm grip on Beomgyu’s wrists, holding them tight in his grasp, pressing them against the mattress on either side of the older boy’s head, and he knocks his hips into beomgyu’s, knee firm between his legs to keep them open. Beomgyu tastes like he always does, like Burt’s Bees lip balk and too strong coffee that Taehyun wouldn’t have been able to stand in any other form, but it’s so nice on Beomgyu.
In all the times they’ve hooked up this has been a constant, Beomgyu likes being held down and Taehyun like manhandling Beomgyu, so here they are now.
Taehyun pulls away with a gasp, short on air, and is met with Beomgyu’s face, cheeks stained with pretty pink blush, lips panting, and eyes hazy and half lidded, staring up at Taehyun darkly with his long dark hair fanned around him like a dark halo.
“You’re clean, right,” Beomgyu asks, voice hazy.
Taehyun hums out a yes. “Good,” Beomgyu replies, “now have at me, Taehyun-ah.”
Taehyun gulps, before ducking down against Beomgyu’s neck, suckling against his pale skin. Taehyun lets go of Beomgyu’s hands, his own hands quickly falling to Beomgyu’s sides running up and down his slim waist. Beomgyu’s arms instinctively curl into Taehyun’s hair, before leaning to grab at the shirt on his back, urging him to pull it off. Taehyun doesn’t falter, sitting up on his knees and taking off his gym shirt, Beomgyu shuffles around under him, hands falling against Taehyun’s abs the second he’s got his shirt off, letting out an appreciative hum as he runs delicate fingers up and down Taehyun’s tan skin. Beomgyu traces a blunt nail across his abs and it sends a shiver down Taehyun’s spine. He doesn’t let himself dwell on how that small an action has him shaking, instead he grabs a fistful of Beomgyu’s shirt, pulls it up to his neck, and leans down to nap at the older boys chest.
Beomgyu lets out a pitiful whine as Taehyun’s tongue reaches his nipple, curling around the soft bud and sucking it harshly, before letting it go with a resounding pop and moving on to the next nipple. Taehyun’s name falls out of his mouth like a prayer, so worked up already.
“Tae - fuck - Taehyun-ah!” He gasps, as Taehyun bites down on a nipple. Taehyun’s eternally glad that Soobin had a night shift.
Taehyun’s pops off Beomgyu chest, pulling his legs apart and settling himself between them as Beomgyu lets out a little whine. Taehyun does quick work of discarding his jeans, leaving Beomgyu in only his boxers. He hovers over the older boy, hands firm on Beomgyu’s thighs as he leans in, inches away from Beomgyu’s face, grinning. “Always so impatient,” He says, clicking his tongue, “you know we really shouldn’t do this, I had a gym appointment today.” His voice comes out mocking, taunting, with just a splash of Authority. Beomgyu keens at the sounds of it.
“Please,” he begs, “haven’t done this in so long, want it so bad. Right now. Quick and dirty. Please?"
Taehyun can feel his resolve crumbling.
“Hyunnie-ah,” Beomgyu whines, eyes wide and imploring. Slowly he reaches down to pull down his boxers, Taehyun’s eyes following his movement intently as they slip down to Beomgyu’s thighs. Once they’re there he arches upwards, reaching his head down to pull apart his cheeks. Taehyun feels vaguely like a marionette doll following his puppeteer's commands, frozen with the sight of Beomgyu. "Don't you want to fuck me open? I'm so tight, haven’t had anyone in me in so long - none as big as you.”
Taehyun wants to retort. Wants to call Beomgyu a slut and lap at his nipples and grasp at his thighs and tease him just a little longer. But he’s hasn’t been able to hold out for long under Beomgyu’s begging the last few times they’ve hooked up and he doesn’t see it happening now, least of all when that begging comes accompanied with his tight, naked little body pressed up against Taehyun’s own. Taehyun was in no way a weak man, but he didn’t have the strongest resolve, especially not when it came to one Choi Beomgyu. So, Taehyun does what he knows best, grabs two handfuls of Beomgyu’s ass, gives it a firm squeeze, groans at the feeling of all that perky flesh filling his palms, and leans forward into Beomgyu’s space until their nose to nose, fixing Beomgyu with a dark glare.
He makes a sound, one that comes straight from his throat and his dick, and gives Beomgyu’s sinful little ass a hard swat, relishing in the resulting smack that sounds form it, loud and appalling in the quiet of Beomgyu’s bedroom. “You really as such a little slut, Hyung,” he groans out, following up with a gruff: “love your tight little ass.”
Beomgyu whines, arching into Taehyuns grasp, head thrown back against his pillow, neck bared. Taehyun instantly pounces on the column of his throat, marking him up
Taehyun hums against Beongyu’s skin, rumbling his approval. “Such a slut for me, Hyung.”
"Yeah," Beomgyu whisperes, pushing his ass back into Taehyun’s touch, widening his thighs. “Come on, Taehyun-ah,” he whispers, voice low and whiny with arousal, “touch me."
Taehyun knows what is being asked of him, and he obliges. Humming, Taehyun lets one hand venture lower, teasing a path down the cleft of Beomgyu’s ass. His index finger circles the warm hole tucked away between Beomgyu’s cheeks - he wants so much, too much, and his head spins with the all the way he wants. He wants to spear Beomgyu open on his tongue, wetting his tight ass up in preparation for his cock to the sound of Beomgyu’s quiet sobs, wants to push his overeager cock inside that private nook and have at that gorgeous ass all night long, until it’s loose and red-cheeked, splattered and dripping pearly white with his seed.
Taehyun’s cock jerks hard in his boxers, responding enthusiastically to the images his brain turns up. It strains against the seam of his boxers, tenting the fabric with its heavy weight.
"Right here?" he whispers slyly, careful fingers circling Beomgyu’s whole.
The older boy whines at the touch. "Yeah," he sighs dreamily, “right there, Hyun-ah.”
"Like this?" Taehyun whispers smugly, pushing in slowly to the first knuckle.
Beomgyu whines louder, throwing his head back against the pillow unhappily.
"Too dry."
Taehyun chuckles out a “brat” before rolling off the bed and over to Beomgyu’s bedside table, pulling open the top drawer and finding Beomgyu’s lube, just where it always is, right within Beomgyu’s reach.
Taehyun’s always had a strong libido, but from his interactions with Beomgyu, both in bed and out, he knows that the older boy is so much worse. Every time they’d do it, they’d go at it practically all night, and after Taehyun got sleepy Beomgyu would wake him up, ducked head tenting their blanket where he sucked Taehyun’s tired cock. Sitting astride Taehyun’s face, thighs spread, as Taehyun tongued him open, still sluggish from his post sex-haze. Panting harshly in Taehyun’s ear as the younger boy opened him up nice and slow, kissing up and down Beomgyu’s throat. Beomgyu whining, "Faster, Hyunnie-ah, please," while Taehyun twisted his fingers ruthlessly, murmuring, "You're gonna sit still and take what I give you or you're not gonna get anything at all."
In Taehyun’s experience, that always had Beomgyu’s ass tightening gloriously around his fingers, mouth falling open to let loose a round of shameless moans for him.
Once Taehyun finds the lube, Beomgyu’s doesn’t waste even a moment.
He moves to straddle Taehyun’s hips, thick thighs thrown open so they bracket Taehyun, palms splayed over Taehyun’s chest. Beomgyu begins to rut slowly, as though unable to help himself, cock and ass rubbing back and forth over Taehyun’s abs in a filthy grind. Halfway through, he shoves his boxers down to his knees like he finds the fabric irksome, arching his back and let out a little breathy “uhn uhn” as he watched himself roll his hips against Taehyun. Precome smearing down Taehyun’s stomach. It heaves under the feel of Beomgyu’s wet cock, his lush little ass, sitting pretty right on top of him.
“Hyung,” he warns.
Beomgyu ignores him, fluttering his lashes and licking over his own palm. His hair clings to him, long and dark and so so pretty. The light from his bedside picks at the details of his face, long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks and barely perceptible acne scars prettily marring his seemingly perfect skin. The rest of him is white as milk with just the barest hint of rosy gold, pure and just as soft as it looked. Taehyun tracks the soft swell of his ass, cheeks plump against his abs, his hips slim and slight. His lean stomach and lightly muscled arms. Lithe little thing, this one.
Fuck, but he’s a vision like this.
Undulating his hips harder, Beomgyu slides three fingers into his mouth. He sucks on them like a cock, hollowing his cheeks erotically and with his free hand, reaching behind himself to part the cheeks of his sweet ass.
Taehyun knows he looks a touch too fervent – too avid – when he says, “Hyung.”
"Oh, fuck-“ Beomgyu hiccups, tossing his head back to show off the curve of his lovely throat as he reaches backwards with his other hand, fingers wet. Taehyun growls lowly, momentarily forgetting what exactly it is that he’s meant to be finding. "Let me see." He says.
Beomgyu cried out, body jarring into an elegant arch. His arm moves frantically behind his back with tiny wet noises, the saliva-damp slide of his long fingers pushing inside his ass.
“Hyung. Show me," Taehyun orders, voice with dangerous authority.
Beomgyu rolls over obediently, landing ass-up beside Taehyun on the bed. He braces his knees beneath himself, canting his hips up high and giving his plush little ass a greedy wriggle as though to tempt Taehyun closer. His thighs spread obscenely, erect cock dragging against his sheets. With spit-wet fingers, he rubbs over his twitching hole and lets out another long, low moan, shoving two digits in without warning and fucking his hips back against them, rocking his ass into the intrusion.
Taehyun’s fairly sure he’s never looked so fucking filthy in his life – boxers tangled around his thighs, curved little ass presented to Taehyun.
"Fucking hell," he swears, finally reaching for the bottle of half-used lube and grabbing it up with a growl.
He climbs to his knees behind Beomgyu and shoves his other hand into his own boxers, frantically removing his cock from where it’s nestled rock-hard beneath the fabric of his underwear. The elastic waistband catches beneath his heavy balls with a snap and he fondled them a moment, loving the spine-tingling feel, subsequently giving his stiff, veiny cock a few languid pumps to the sight of Beomgyu fingering his hot ass.
Below him, Beomgyu angles a heated look backwards, moaning feebly.
Taehyun’s cock jolts into the tight circle of his fist, blurting out a smear of precome that he aimed at Beomgyu’s asshole. He rubs his cockhead there with a wet smear and Beomgyu whines, hole convulsing desperately, as if it’s trying to to swallow Taehyun’s cock inside. It’s maddening. Taehyun pants, heartbeat rocketing up.
"Fuck," he whispers, fisting his fat cock hard and hissing. "Look at you. So - fuck - dirty for me."
“Yeah,” Beomgyu cries, flushed face squished against their sheets, pink mouth hung open. "All for you, Hyunnie-ah.”
"Yeah," Taehyun groans, stroking his cock harder with loud, wet slaps. "Shit. Ah. Beomgyu Hyung. Yeah."
"Yeah," Beomgyu whined in echo, screwing his fingers in tight. His hips make furious up and down movements against his fingers, ass jiggling.
Taehyun opens the bottle of lube with his teeth – one hand still working up and down his own hard cock – and squeezes a generous amount from it. It drizzles down the crease of Beomgyu’s ass in a silky smooth drip, sliding past his crack, coating his balls, dripping messily onto his sheets. Beomgyu’s pale ass shines, wet and ready. He rubs what he can into his hole with a pretty moan, fingers spreading the wetness around with little smacking sounds.
Taehyun squeezes the base of his shaft, staving off a cock-pounding orgasm as he watches with a low grunt. Beomgyu is a wet dream, eyes dark and low-lidded, long bangs stuck to his temples with sweat. The dip of his back is deep and devastating, ass cleaved open and stuffed full of his fingers. Taehyun’s cock wants nothing more than to slide home and fuck him into the mattress.
"That better?" He asks, breath coming out in hard, staccato-quick huffs.
"Mhmm," Beomgyu whimpers, fingers squelching between his asscheeks.
"Jesus Christ," Taehyun curses roughly, "I could come across your back. Right fucking now."
"Nooo," Beomgyu objects, voice whiny, "Inside me, Taehyun-ah, Get inside me."
Taehyun brings a punishing palm down against Beomgyu’s ass with a loud smack! The cheeks catch the slap with a reverberating bounce, flesh flushing pink. "What do you say?" Taehyun asks, voice dark.
Beomgyu cries out, moaning something soft and wanton, ass blooming a deeper, more undeniable red. The sight sends a druggy pulse of sensation soaring through Taehyun’s hard cock.
"Please," Beomgyu whines. "Please come inside me, want it wet, mmm, please - ah - Taehyun-ah!”
"Better," Taehyun says, approvingly, “add another finger for me, now.”
Beomgyu whines and shoves a third finger inside, corkscrewing all three into his ass with a lewd moan. "Need it so bad, Taehyun-ah,” he babbles mindlessly, fingers moving inside of himself to their own little rhythm, in, out, in, out. "Haven't felt your cock in so long, Taehyun-ah. Miss it. Couldn't stop thinking about it - about your cock in me, sretching me open again - fuck.”
"God, shit," Taehyun hisses, slapping Beomgyu’s beautiful little ass a second time.
The older boy cries out, biting down on his bottom lip, eyes squeezing shut.
"You like that?" Taehyun murmured, “you like having your hot little ass spanked? Huh, Hyung?”
"Yes," Beomgyu keens. “Taehyun-ah!”
Taehyun lets go of his tingling cock and watches it rear up, slapping against his belly. He reaches down to squeeze Beomgyu’s cheeks, prying them open, thumbs circled Beomgyu’s glistening little hole. For just a moment, he lets himself rub one of them against the edge of Beomgyu’s slick rim, revelling in the older boy’s whimper. Then he lifts his hand and brings it down against Beomgyu’s cheek again, watching the reddening skin jiggle, playing hungrily with it.
“Fuck!” Beomgyu groans, fingering himself harder.
Taehyun traces a finger around Beomgyu’s fluttering opening, leaning over to spit down his ass. He pushes the glob of saliva inside of Beomgyu with his thumbs, edging it around Beomgyu’s three fingers and smiling to himself as a hiss of discomfort hits the air. His pale fingers stilled inside of himself.
"Don't stop on my account,” Taehyun says, teasing.
"Fuck you," Beomgyu gasps. "Fuck, fuck, fuck - ah! Fuck me, please, please, please!”
Taehyun shuffles forward obligingly on his knees and removes Beomgyu’s hand from his ass. He spreads his arms out, flat and outstretched, until Beomgyu is lying like a cat, his ass level with Taehyun’s greedy cock. Warm arousal pools in his belly as he grips his flushed cock and passes a wet palm over it, covering it with leftover lube.
"Arch your back for me, sweetheart."
Beomgyu complies with a needy whine, ass rising as his back bows deeper.
"That's it," Taehyun praises, low and dirty, slowly feeding his cock into Beomgyu’s ass, inch by thick inch. "So pretty Hyung - ah, Fuck. You know just how to take it, don't you? Good and hungry for my thick cock?"
"Yeah," Beomgyu moaned, out of his mind with pleasure, opening up so beautifully for Taehyun’s girthy cock.
He shoves all the way home, fucking in to the hilt, balls slapping loudly against Beomgyu’s. It’s absolute agony, holding himself and his wild urge to fuck Beomgyu’s pretty ass open. But he does, forcing himself still after burying his cock inside of Beomgyu’s tight, warm heat balls-deep. It gives the two of them a few precious seconds to catch their breath and adjust to the fit.
Beneath him, Beomgyu begins to squirm impatiently. Taehyun holds on tight to his hips as they try to wriggle about to take Taehyun’s cock deeper. The older boy whines in complaint and Taehyun shushes him. He slides his palms up, mollifying, passing questing fingers past Beomgyu’s panting belly, feeling over his sensitive nipples, running up his throat to briefly grasp him with one hand, with possessive brute. Beomgyu makes a desperate “mmmm yeah” sound, like he wants to be possessed, claimed, held down and brought to heel under Taehyun’s hands.
Taehyun’s breathing goes broken. He let’s go of Beomgyu’s throat to pinch his nipples between his fingers, sliding his cock out jerkily a few inches. He catches sight of himself spearing halfway into Beomgyu’s beautiful ass and feels his stomach go liquid, feels his head spin.
"You want your nipples touched too? You like that?" Taehyun whispers mockingly, rubbing them into hard little peaks. Taehyun flicks them as Beomgyu lets out a pitiful whine and slams back inside Beomgyu, plunging his cock into the clutch of his tight ass. The older boy cries out, lurching forward from the momentum of Taehyun’s thrusts. His arms fly up haphazardly to catch himself against their headboard, holding himself up, braced against it, head hanging between his shoulders, as Taehyun started pistoning away in earnest, setting a merciless pace. He shoves his cock in and out of Beomgyu’s ass with animal grunts, watching his shaft disappear between Beomgyu’s cheeks over and over again.
Sweat beads at his forehead, runs down the tendons of his throat, standing out and pulled taut with tension. Taehyun wants badly to come. He wasn't prepared to last long. Not with Beomgyu pulling this out of nowhere and Taehyun having gone a long long time without Beomgyu’s perfect, tight wet heat around his dick. He holds off, though, closes his eyes to save himself a few crucial minutes, determined to draw this out, to make it good and long for both of them.
"Fuck," Taehyuns moans, hips bouncing off of Beomgyu’s ass, he forces his eyes open at the noise they’re making, too aroused to resist pairing auditory input with visual input. Together, it’s a sensory overload, so intense it makes Taehyun feel weak-kneed and light-headed. "Look so good around my cock, Hyung. So fucking tight. So hot."
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Beomgyu cries out, arms tensing.
Beomgyu’s headboard slams against the wall in time with his little noises, slam, gasp, slam, whine, slam, groan. Taehyun sends a silent apology to anyone within walking distance because there was no way they’re going unheard, and thanks the universe one more time for giving Soobin a night shift.
“Gotta admit that I missed your sweet little ass a little, Hyung,” Taehyun pants, hunched over Beomgyu’s pliant body and thrusting hard.
"Fuck," Beomgyu moans, knuckles white against the headboard. "Oh – fuck. Fuck me. Taehyun-ah! Hyunnie! Yes! Right there! Right there!"
"Yeah?" Taehyun grunts, heartbeat bruising.
"Yeah," Beomgyu moans in answer. "Harder!" He adds subsequently, and Taehyun grins and speeds up agreeably, Beomgyu’s ass clapping louder against his cock. "Oh, god. Yes! Fuck me. Fuuuck. Fuck me harder, Hyunnie!”
Taehyun pants loudly and surges forward in a lustful, growling frenzy, forcing himself on top of Beomgyu. He pins him flat, pressed all along Beomgyu’s sweaty back, grounding his aching cock into his snug little ass. A groan slps past his clenched teeth. He kneades Beomgyu’s ass in tight circles, changing the shape and feel of him around Taehyun’s throbbing cock. The pressure and squeeze is so mind-meltingly good it makes a kaleidoscope of stars burst behind Taehyun’s eyes, like tiny fireworks of pleasure.
"So tight," he slurs into Beomgyu’s neck. "So fucking good."
Beomgyu pushes back against Taehyun’s heavy body, aiming a lust-blown look at the younger boy over his shoulder. He fucks his ass on Taehyun’s cock, still ramrod straight inside of that tight ring of muscle. His soft ass slaps loudly against Taehyun.
Taehyun holds Beomgyu’s waist with both hands, thrusting forward against his tiny, controlled nudges backwards. He meets his begging gaze unblinkingly, eyes fierce. “You like that, huh, Hyung?”
Beomgyu bites his jutting lower lip, pouty and long-lashed. He nods desperately, pupils swallowing the chocolate brown of his eyes almost completely.
"You like my cock?" Taehyun whispers, pressing in further and stirring his hips, deep and unforgiving. The full length of his cock, locked inside of Beomgyu, sliding tightly against his satin-slick walls, rubbing unrelentingly. "Like my cock deep inside of you? Buried in your perfect little ass?"
"Yes!”” Beomgyu moans, head dropping back down, “love your fat cock. Inside me. Please, Taehyun-ah.”
"Yeah?" Taehyun challenges, rising up onto his knees behind Beomgyu once more with effort. He pulls Beomgyu up on all fours, forcing his thighs wide open and pressing his chest towards the mattress to urge Beomgyu’s ass higher. Then he takes a handful of Beomgyu’s ever growing hair in hand, yanking his head back to expose his sweat-shiny throat. "Show me how much you love this cock, then."
"Oh, god," Beomgyu whines.
"C'mon," Taehyun says, slapping Beomgyu lightly on the ass, “fuck yourself on my cock."
Shakily, Beomgyu props himself up on his elbows, back arching. He tucks his face into his arm and begins to hump his hips back against Taehyun’s cock with sultry little bounces, sliding back on the long shaft. The noisy, wet way his ass swallowed Taehyun’s cock and the snap that sounds each time his cheeks hit Taehyun’s hips are loud and lewd. Beomgyu moans softly, ass jiggling, and quickens his pace, desperately chasing his climax.
Taehyun groans at the sight laid out before him. He slaps Beomgyu’s ass resoundingly, the sting biting, and then squeezes the reddening cheek with a snarl. "Fuck, yeah. Look at you."
"Gonna come," Beomgyu gasps, fucking himself on Taehyun’s cock faster. “Hyunnie-"
"Gonna come on my cock, Hyung?” Taehyun asks, tight and breathless. Beomgyu simply keens in response.
Taehyn chuckles, closing a fist around Beomgyu’s weeping cock to give him something to fuck into, before he begins to meet Beomgyu’s shoves halfway, snapping his hips forward to jam his cock into Beomgyu’s tight ass. He steadies Beomgyu around the hips, angling his ass higher and seeking out his prostate with single-minded focus. He knows when he’s found it because Beomgyu lets out a sound close to a shout, the volume drowned out against their sheets and Taehyun’s teeth-grinding growls. He massages the bundle of nerves with his cockhead, withdrawing to hit it over and over again.
"Yes! Right there! Fuck me right there!" Beomgyu wails, hole spasming around Taehyun’s cock. "Oh – fuck! Taehyun-ah. Hyunnie! Come inside me!"
Taehyun’s chest rises and falls to the swift squeeze of his lungs. "Shit," he says through his teeth. "Close your mouth or I’ll –"
Beomgyu flexes his ass around Taehyun’s cock, moaning out, “want you dripping down my thighs, Taehyun-ah. Wanna be all plugged up with your come!”
"Fuck," Taehyun growles, forcing Beomgyu’s head down against the mattress.
He hammers into Beomgyu’s ass, wild, fraying, his thrusts unraveling at the seams. It’s louder now, obscene, a wet squelch of skin slapping skin, Beomgyu’s headboard ricocheting off the wall as Taehyun is flung over the edge. His orgasm rising up like a monsoon and dragged him down with it. He snarls and pumps Beomgyu’s pretty little ass full of come, fucking him through it, covering his cock with it.
It seems to set Beomgyu off as well because he tightens up around Taehyun’s pulsing cock to the point of pain and cries out an: "Ah, ah, ah, just like that!" Come spilling over Taehyun’s knuckles as he pulls roughly at Beomgyu’s shaft. They’re both slick with it, absolutely filthy, drenched and dripping with come. The feel of it sends a second orgasmic wave after Taehyun, milking his cock dry one final time and spreading his warm seed inside of Beomgyu’s ass.
Beomgyu collapsed into the mess they’ve made together, arms and legs giving out at once. He makes small, wounded noises into their ruined sheets. "Holy shit," he said into their mattress, “why don’t we do this more often again?” He giggles. Taehyun flops over on top of him, boneless, too sex-addled to remove his softening cock - besides, his brain kept replaying that thing Beomgyu had said about plugging him up. He makes a mental note to shove that thought away before he gets horny again.
They stay like that for a while, and for whatever reason Taehyun finds himself revelling in Beomgyu’s presence. The pretty, happy, little sighs he lets out, snuggling into Taehyun. “I should get going,” he says, nosing at Beomgyu’s hair, “before the frat starts calling.”
Beomgyu snorts, “what?” he says, “they worry when you get late do they.”
Taehyun shrugs, “sometimes.”
“How cute,” Beomgyu says, “little Taehyunnie needs to be picked up and taken home does he.”
Taehyun rolls his eyes, “say that when I don’t have my dick in you, Hyung,” he says cockily, pushing his soft dick a little into Beomgyu’s oversensitive hole, making the older boy let out a yelp. Subsequently, he smacks Taehyun’s arms, mumbling under his breath. “I hate you so much,” he says. Taehyun just hums in reply and snuggles into Beomgyu.
Neither of them make any attempt to get off the bed.