the me exchange

by arsarcanum

Summary:

This man just smiles, standing on the tips of his toes as he leans forward. Ilay's eyes widen at the proximity, he can feel Taeui whispering against his lips.

“My type has changed after all.”

two different ilay povs of unhrdo taeui & suite taeui switching places. 😈💕

Notes:

i don't have an explanation why i wrote this other than wanting to continously punish ilay.

suite taeui might be ooc but with my headcanon, he and suite ilay are both freaks so it kind of explains his confidence. also he was likely boiling with rage dealing with unhrdo ilay again.

dedicated 2 a special someone. 💖

not beta read.

Chapter 1

Summary:

“No matter what universe we're in– you should remember your place, Ilay Riegrow.” The brunet whispers, leaning down to press his lips against Ilay's ear. “It doesn't matter whether it's in UNHRDO or Berlin. You belong to me.”

There's something different with Taeui, and Ilay can't pinpoint exactly what it is.

Usually it's so easy to push the other man's buttons, but for some reason whenever he's tried something Taeui just smiles with a mysterious glint in his eyes before turning away and laughing it off.

It's troublesome, but also somewhat intriguing.

One day he slides his arm over Taeui's shoulder, whispering right into his ear.

“You still haven't had a taste of that boy, right? I mean, I suppose you're not missing much.” He taunts, his lips twitching upwards in that classic smirk that infuriates absolutely everybody.

Taeui hums, looking up at him with a curious expression.

“I can't say I have, no.” The brunet replies quietly, his brown eyes analyzing Ilay's face. There's something with the way that the smaller man is looking at him, it's almost in a predatory manner. Every single interaction has been completely strange, unlike him in every way– the Taeui he knows would get flustered and angry, he would have shoved him away and gone off somewhere to sulk.

But this man just smiles, standing on the tips of his toes as he leans forward. Ilay's eyes widen at the proximity, he can feel Taeui whispering against his lips.

“My type has changed after all.”

He stares hard at the brunet who merely shrugs, before turning to walk away.

“Bye, Ilay.” Taeui says with a grin, waving at him.

Ilay only watches in confusion when the other man leaves him behind

---

He swallows when Taeui has him pinned against the wall, fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt.

“To whom do I owe the pleasure?” Ilay asks, tone riddled with sarcasm. Despite his words, he can feel his face burning with something unfamiliar. Lust? Embarrassment? It couldn't be either, there's no conceivable way.

“I heard through the grapevine, instructor,” Taeui begins, his hands moving upwards to rest against Ilay's shoulders. “That no one wants to have sex with you because you're a bad lay. Is that true?”

Ilay stares down at him, eyes darkening at the words.

“Excuse me?” He asks, irritation visible in his voice.

Taeui laughs, wrapping his arms around Ilay's neck. He freezes at the sudden closeness. Ilay feels his brain going haywire at the noticeable change in the man's personality– this can't be the same person who was practically crying about getting a hand job.

“I think we might be in the same boat,” Taeui murmurs, tilting his head to the side. “Which you know is technically your fault, since I got assigned to be your assistant. So it's what, guilt by association?”

The brunet leans in, pressing his knee against Ilay's crotch.

“So, instructor…”

Taeui grins.

“Why don't you meet me in my room later to blow off some steam?”

Silence settles between the two of them, Ilay inhaling deeply as he looks down at Taeui defiantly. This idiot had to have hit his head or something, there's no other excuse for this change.

“You don't look like you'd be a good lay,” Ilay responds, venom dripping onto every word. “Do I need to remind you about your little crush?”

Taeui watches him for a moment, before throwing his head back as he laughs. Ilay stares in bewilderment at how unhinged his behavior is– the smaller man practically giggles as if it's the funniest thing in the world.

“I'm not a virgin. I've made plenty of people come.” Taeui says, moving away slightly. “Have you, Ilay? I mean sure, you've got a big dick and everything.” The smaller man pauses, glancing down at his crotch before looking up at him.

“But have you actually ever given anyone an orgasm that wasn't due to bodily functions? I mean, you know… Actually taking care of your partner?”

“I think you've gotten a bit bold there, Taeui.” Ilay warns, grabbing the other man's arm as he squeezes tightly. It's enough pressure to fucking hurt, but Taeui doesn't even flinch.

“Sure, sure. I guess you did get a taste of Xinlu, but I doubt you made him come from your technique. Anyone can come from a few hits to their prostate.”

He's nearly boiling with rage, ready to grab the smaller man's throat but Taeui shrugs before pushing his hand off.

“If you want an apology, Ilay Riegrow, let's see if you can get me to come tonight.”

Before he can even think of a retort, Taeui turns away to leave. He looks over his shoulder, amused.

“Bye, Ilay.” He says for the second time in a condescending tone that's not his usual warm one.

Ilay's hands ball up into fists, exhaling loudly as an attempt to stop his anger from boiling over.

Taeui was going to regret this. He would make sure he would regret everything, only for him to crawl back crying for his attention.

---

He reaches Taeui's room late at night, despite wanting to arrive earlier. His meeting ran too long, only fueling his irritation which meant there was only one way to calm him down that wasn't murdering someone.

There were no promises regarding not hurting a certain brunet however.

When Ilay enters the room, he freezes at the sight. Taeui's hair is wet, and the smaller man is shirtless. The only thing he's wearing is his underwear that hugs his ass tightly.

“Oh? You actually showed up?” Taeui asks, glancing over. “I figured you chickened out or something.” He turns away from Ilay, focusing on drying his hair with a towel.

“Really? You must think so lowly of me.” Ilay says, amused.

He closes the door behind him, staring hard at the other man's unclothed back. Taeui isn't soft nor delicate, but there's still the dip of his curves. Even if he wasn't the type he usually went for, the other was still much smaller than him– he fit perfectly in his hands as if he was made just for Ilay.

“Are you going to stand there all night?” Taeui asks, setting his towel down.

Ilay approaches the smaller man, before tugging him against his body. His hands rest against Taeui's hips, squeezing gently.

“I'm curious,” He begins quietly, lips pressed against Taeui's ear. His fingertips graze over the brunet's belly, before continuing. “What's gotten into you?”

The silver haired man slides his hand upwards, resting against Taeui's chest as he drags his teeth over the other man's neck.

“I told you. My type of guy has changed.”

The brunet turns to face Ilay, leaning up to kiss him deeply. He can't help but groan into the kiss, hands resting on Taeui's waist as he lifts him up effortlessly. The other wraps his legs around Ilay, fingers sliding through silver locks of hair.

“Is that so?” Ilay asks, tilting his head slightly. “You're not into cute little things anymore?” He's skeptical, one's tastes don't change overnight.

Taeui pushes his hair back, brown eyes glimmering mischievously.

“Why? Do you want to know my type?” The smaller man asks so softly that Ilay nearly misses the question.

He adjusts Taeui in his arms, smirking.

“I'd like for you to enlighten me.”

Taeui looks at him for a long time. There's something in the way he watches Ilay, a mixture of fondness and desire.

“I like guys with large, beautiful hands.” The brunet whispers, toying with Ilay's hair.

“Is that so?” Ilay responds, squeezing Taeui's ass.

“They should also have a nice fat cock to match.”

Ilay crushes their lips together, kneading the brunet's ass. He slips his tongue into the smaller man's mouth when Taeui gasps, looking for any trace of the other he can find.

He groans a muffled sound when Taeui sucks at his bottom lip, fingertips running across his neck.

“I thought you weren't a bottom.” Ilay murmurs, looking at Taeui through thick lashes.

Taeui offers him a wry smile.

“What can I say? I guess a single dick can change the trajectory of your life.”

Ilay tosses him onto the bed, pinning him down with ease. He works on unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, before sliding it off.

“Did you hit your head or something? You were such a prude before, and now you're talking like a slut.”

Taeui shrugs, completely ignoring Ilay's insult.

“You'll regret talking to me like that.” He says softly, smiling in a way that Ilay can't describe. It's as if he knows something he doesn't, and it makes the taller man absolutely furious.

“I doubt it. Regrets are something I don't spend time worrying about. The actions I do are for a reason, believe it or not.”

He watches as Taeui pushes himself up, his hands grabbing onto Ilay's shoulders.

“You'll regret everything you've said and done, and then you'll spend the rest of your life making it up to me.” The smaller man says as if stating a fact. There's no room for an argument, and the ridiculousness of the situation makes Ilay throw his head back and laugh.

He laughs in that absolutely infuriating manner, one of self-confidence– as a person who has never been told no, and is used to getting whatever he wants.

Ilay freezes when Taeui's fingers wrap around his throat, squeezing gently. He's about to pin his arm down to remind the other of his place, but the brunet switches their positions and pins Ilay against the bed.

He stares at him in shock, his body completely still in disbelief. How the fuck–

Taeui wastes no time unbuttoning his pants, tugging them off before throwing them on the floor. His fingers tug at the waistband of Ilay's underwear, sliding it off with such familiarity it almost scares him.

He feels the smaller man's fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking teasingly. Fingertips trace over a particular vein that he's sensitive to, causing him to groan. It feels good, but at the same time Ilay is a bit perplexed.

How does Taeui know how to touch him like this? It's almost as if he knows every inch of his body.

Before he can even think of something to say, the brunet takes him into his mouth while peering up at him. Their eyes lock onto one another, Taeui's brown eyes twinkling with a playful note to it. His fingers slide into the other man's hair, before pushing his head down impatiently.

He's expecting a complaint, maybe even a gag– all things he's heard time and time again from his various partners.

But Taeui doesn't pull away, he doesn't choke or gag. Instead he swallows around Ilay's length, closing his eyes.

The sight makes his cock twitch, fingers curling into messy locks of brown hair as Taeui sucks slowly. He's licking at him teasingly, deliberately dragging his tongue over each sensitive part of his dick.

“Where did you learn this?” Ilay asks, voice strained before tugging Taeui off of his cock.

Taeui just offers him that same sardonic look.

“I've had plenty of practice.”

The thought of someone else fucking Taeui's mouth stirs something deep within him. It's an angry, jealous feeling that claws at his very core. Who else has touched him?

He shoves Taeui's head back down, eyes narrowing.

“With who? I doubt it's your little lover who you haven't even managed to bed yet, and your popularity has severely plummeted from the last time I've seen you.”

Taeui laughs, squeezing the base of his cock before dragging his tongue over the underside. He inhales sharply when the brunet laps at the head to taste the precome that has begun to spill over.

“No, it's not Xinlu. It's someone you actually know pretty well.”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion, but before he can respond Taeui takes his cock back into his mouth. This time the smaller man doesn't tease him, he's upfront and sucks hard, bobbing his head as he takes the entirety of Ilay's length inside.

This can't be the same man, it absolutely can't be. He's plain, ordinary, and vanilla– boring and simple.

But the person below him sucks his cock as if he's done it a thousand times before. His familiarity with every inch of Ilay's taste is frightening. It's almost as if the other knows him better than he knows himself.

Ilay tugs at Taeui's hair harshly, but the smaller man only moans around him. He's not subtle or playing coy, he's not acting docile either. It's almost as if he wants Ilay to be rough.

Who is he to deny such a request?

He pushes Taeui's head down, resting his palm against the back of the other's neck.

“I thought you would be terrible at this. But somehow you managed to surprise me. This might be one of the best blowjobs I've had in a while.” Ilay says, squeezing Taeui's throat.

The brunet smiles, pulling away with a small pop as he drags his tongue over the tip. The taller man's cock jerks in Taeui's grasp, while he strokes Ilay quickly.

“Instructor, do you want to come on my face or in my mouth?”

The words are soft and innocent despite the meaning. The way Taeui stares up at him with such curiosity makes him want to come right then and there.

“I expect you to swallow every drop. Don't cry to me if you can't and I have to punish you for it.” Ilay hisses, sliding his fingers through Taeui's hair before pulling him down.

Taeui takes his cock back into his mouth, and Ilay pushes head all the way down roughly. He tightens his grasp, nearly tugging at the still wet locks of hair before fucking the brunet’s mouth impatiently.

His patience has long been gone, leaving nothing but restlessness.

Ilay rolls his hips, tilting his head back as he lets out a quiet groan. He can hear how lewd Taeui is with sucking, so noisy and messy as he too moans in pleasure.

He comes with a soft gasp, pressing into the brunet's mouth while holding his head down. Ilay can feel himself trembling, tightening his grasp on Taeui's hair as he tries to steady his breathing.

Eventually he loosens his grip, his hand falling to the side while Taeui pulls away. His ears pick up on the other swallowing, causing him to glance down, his eyes darkening at the sight of the smaller man licking his lips.

“Not a single drop spilled, instructor.” Taeui purrs, sliding his hands up Ilay's thick thighs. “Do I get a reward for doing a good job?”

Ilay inhales deeply, his own lips twitching upwards before yanking Tauei into his lap.

“It was almost so good, I could forgive you for the stupid shit you said earlier,” The silver haired man says, toying with the waistband of Taeui’s underwear.

His smile is malevolent– it's all teeth exposing his canines when he rips the piece of fabric off with ease.

“But you should know as my assistant, you have to take the punishment accordingly.”

He cups at Taeui's ass, spreading him apart. There's no gentleness here, he's no one's savior. If anything the other man should be terrified that he invited a demon willingly into his room.

His fingers lower, touching Taeui’s hole before stilling his hand.

“You aren't known for your prep work, so I took care of it myself.” The brunet says condescendingly, resting his hands against Ilay's chest.

His gaze hardened, holding Taeui's cheeks apart before pulling the brunet down onto his cock. He can feel himself smirking at the soft noise that Taeui makes, before stilling himself.

The warmth that surrounds him is unlike anything he's felt before. He feels Taeui's inner walls clenching around him tightly, as if refusing to let go.

His hands rest on Taeui's hips, tugging him all the way down.

“God, you're so impatient no matter what universe.” Taeui mutters.

Ilay looks up at the other man in confusion. What does he even mean by that?

“What are you talking about–”

The brunet pushes himself up, before sinking down onto Ilay's cock. The movement causes him to groan, tightening his grasp on the other man's hips.

“Don't worry about it, Ilay. It doesn't matter.”

He can feel Taeui's hands running across his chest, the smaller man not even giving himself time to adjust to the thick length that's inside of him. Taeui moves immediately, grinding against Ilay as if trying to find a specific angle.

Ilay's eyes slip shut, his fingers twitching against Taeui's hips. He's actually not sure why he pulled him into this position, considering he preferred control– no, he demanded it. Having Taeui ride him was far from Ilay having absolute authority.

But it feels so good, the way Taeui clings to him in each and every way– from his fingers to his ass, as if begging for a sliver of his attention.

His eyes continue to stay shut, groaning quietly as pulls Taeui's hips down to meet his thrusts. He's practically lost in the pleasure, not noticing Taeui leaning over towards the nightstand while digging for something.

And then he feels it– it's so sudden he can barely register the other man placing something over his neck. Ilay's eyes fly right open, touching his throat.

His fingers tug at the leather, staring up at Taeui.

“A collar has always been such a good look on you.” Taeui all but purrs, sliding his fingers underneath the choker before tugging harshly.

Ilay chokes, bracing himself by holding onto Taeui's waist. Quiet fury quickly courses through his veins, fingers twitching against the soft flesh and curves.

“Jeong Taeui.” Ilay snarls, but Taeui clicks his tongue and tugs on the collar again.

“No matter what universe we're in– you should remember your place, Ilay Riegrow.” The brunet whispers, leaning down to press his lips against Ilay's ear. “It doesn't matter whether it's in UNHRDO or Berlin. You belong to me.”

His head whips up, staring in shock at Taeui's brazenness. He can't even say anything when Taeui pats his cheek affectionately, biting the shell of the taller man's ear.

“Now fuck me properly and make me come.”

Ilay squeezes Taeui's waist hard, looking at him with a furious expression.

“And why should I?” He bites out.

Taeui toys with Ilay's collar, tilting his head slightly.

“Fuck me good or I'll ask Xinlu to do it.”

Ilay switches their positions, spreading Taeui's legs apart before slamming into him harshly.

“Mention his name again and see what happens to you, Taeui.” He says, voice dark with rage and lust.

Taeui's lips quirk upwards, sliding his hands up Ilay's arms before resting against his shoulders. He swallows when Taeui's fingers slide under the choker.

“What will happen, Ilay?”

Ilay returns his smile, covering Taeui's hand with his own.

“I'll have to remind you who you belong to.”

The silver haired man pulls out slowly, leaving only the tip inside before snapping his hips forward. He's pleased at the sounds that come from the smaller man, with Taeui tilting his head back and moaning softly.

He moves Taeui's hand, pressing it against his mouth while kissing his palm. His eyes can't leave the sight of Jeong Chang-in's nephew, Jeong Jaeui's brother, and Ling Xinlu's object of affection lying beneath him– grinding back against his cock in an utterly vulgar way.

It makes his dick ache harder if that was even possible. Just imagining that he's the cause for bringing this man to absolute reason.

Ilay nips at Taeui's fingers, before grabbing at his hips to tug the smaller man closer as he thrusts quickly. There's no love or affection in his actions, those are foreign emotions despite the odd tingling sensation that he feels in his heart– it only happens when he's with Taeui, and it's terrifying.

But also exhilarating.

He leans, dragging his tongue over Taeui's throat while snapping his hips forward. Ilay can't help but groan at the taste of salt that hits his tongue, nipping at the brunet’s neck while he feels Taeui's hands sliding up his back.

“Harder.”

Ilay looks over, sucking at the tan skin of the smaller man's neck. He raises a brow, tugging Taeui's hips towards him as he thrusts roughly.

“This is me being gentle,” He begins, clearly amused. “I doubt you can handle anything more than this, Jeong Taeui.”

Ilay swallows when Taeui's fingers hook under his collar, groaning despite himself when the brunet gives a harsh tug.

“Do it right and fuck me harder.” Taeui demands, and he can't help but groan again when he feels the other squeezing around him tightly.

“Sure, if that's what the princess wants.” Ilay taunts, smirking when Taeui blushes at the name.

He pulls out again before slamming into the other man. His movements are deliberately harsh and aggressive, sure to leave marks and bruises that will last for the next few days– a reminder to him and Taeui who actually belongs to whom.

Ilay bites hard on his bottom lip when Taeui arches his back, gasping. The man can't actually like this, can he? He was so adamant about Ilay staying away from him, but now he's writhing around on his cock like he was meant to do this.

His pupils dilate at the thought.

Taeui was definitely meant to do this, but just for him.

He lets out a gasp when Taeui tugs roughly at his collar, before his fingers wrap around Ilay's throat. Ilay's natural instinct is to pin him down and make him scream and cry, but instead his cock twitches inside of the smaller man when Taeui squeezes his throat.

“Ilay.” Taeui whines breathlessly, rolling his hips to meet against the silver haired man's thrusts.

His rationality, that thin piece of string snaps easily. He pins Taeui's arms down, rocking his hips into the other while he can barely control the groans that spill from his lips.

“Again,” Ilay says against Taeui's mouth, moving even faster. He eagerly swallows a moan that comes out of the other, mouthing at his bottom lip while angling his thrusts in a way that he's certain will hit a specific spot. “Say my name again.”

It sounds like he's begging, which is the truth. He's never been interested in listening to his partners whine and cry, it was honestly a pathetic sight. But the way Taeui says his name is addicting.

He needs to hear it again.

Taeui slides his fingers through Ilay's hair, eyes squeezed shut as he moans again.

“Ilay, harder. I want you to fuck me harder, Ilay.”

Ilay kisses him roughly, squeezing Taeui's hips as he thrusts quickly. He bites down hard on the brunet's bottom lip, while the other drags his nails down his back.

Taeui pulls him closer, pressing his face against Ilay's shoulder as he ruts against him. He shudders when he feels the smaller man clenching tightly around him, before Taeui comes against his belly. He can hear the ragged breathing of the brunet, another quiet moan when he continues his movements as he nears his own release.

Ilay lets out a choked noise when he feels Taeui tugging at his collar again. Despite being spent, there's still a fire that burns bright in the other man– almost as if refusing to allow Ilay to take control.

He gasps when Taeui pulls harder, his dick twitching at the words that follow shortly after.

“Come inside me. Don't even think about coming anywhere else.”

It wasn't like he was planning on something different. Where else would he come and mark what was his if not inside?

He laughs looking at Taeui who watches him with an unreadable look in his eyes. Maybe he'll fuck around with him just a bit, since no one gets to tell him what to do.

“Beg for it.” Ilay practically sneers, pulling out slightly.

Taeui tugs at his collar, as if scolding him. He feels the brunet wrapping his legs around his waist, pulling him back.

“You have one chance.” Taeui warns, toying with choker.

Ilay laughs, an absolutely malicious sound. He tries to pull out again, only to feel Taeui's hand pressing against his chest before quickly reversing their positions.

He stares up at the other in surprise, Taeui reaches over to hold his hands together before pinning them above his head. He struggles, cursing in German before Taeui bounces in his lap.

“I warned you.” The brunet says coolly, grinding against Ilay's cock.

Even someone like him can't hold on too long, the velvety tightness that clings to him like a vice is practically begging for his release.

It only takes Taeui to rock his hips a few more times, before he tilts his head back and groans loudly. His cock jerks almost painfully, finally spilling his release into the smaller man.

He can pick up on Taeui moaning softly, nails digging into Ilay's wrists as he grinds against his length one more time. He feels himself twitching weakly, spurting a tiny bit more when the brunet clenches tightly around him.

His head tilts to the side, breathing harshly while Taeui remains unmoved on his lap.

The brunet lets his hands go, only for him to grab at Ilay's collar.

“Who said I was done with you, instructor?” Taeui asks, peering down at him in a ravenous way. His dark brown eyes glint mischievously, plush pink lips turning upwards into a small smile.

Ilay stares up at him for a long while, hands running up Taeui's soft thighs.

Has he finally found his match?

His own lips twitch, before pushing himself up to wrap his arms around Taeui.

“Aha. Well I suppose my assistant has some things to teach me?” He asks mockingly, cocking his head to the side.

Taeui's response is to crush their lips together with his arms wrapped around Ilay's neck.

---

If he were to be honest, he doesn't remember how many times they had sex last night. He's never met anyone who was able to satisfy his appetite, and right now he feels absolutely spent.

When he opens his eyes, Taeui is already watching him with curiosity. The other man's bare leg is draped over him, almost possessively.

He snorts, reaching over to run a large palm down Taeui's leg. Ilay pauses when his fingers touch the brunet's ankle.

Ilay looks down, toying with the topazes that hang off the other man's anklet. His fingertips run across the gems, before pausing when he brushes against a bell.

“What's this?” He asks, staring in disbelief.

Taeui hums, moving his leg away.

“Just a gift from a lover.” The brunet answers, before grinning at Ilay.

Notes:

in my head, suite iltae have engagement gifts of an anklet/collar respectively which is why ilay got a collar put on him. 👀💕

next chapter is suite ilay comforting an insecure, panicked unhrdo tay. it's going 2 be the total opposite atmosphere of this chapter.

hope someone enjoys this? 😭💖

also i am slowly working in the rest of my fics. sometimes it's just a bit easier for me to work on other works before getting inspo! 🫣💖

bye 4 now!

Chapter 2

Summary:

“Is something bothering you, Taeui? You're acting a bit unlike yourself.”

Taeui looks up, dark brown eyes watching him inquisitively. Neither of them say anything for a while, before the smaller man opens his mouth to speak.

“I could say the same thing about you.” Taeui says quietly, picking at his fingers again.

Notes:

chapter two feat suite ilay/unhrdo taeui 💖

this chapter is the complete opposite in terms of feelings when compared to the previous one. it starts off pretty sweet i think, but i will warn you ahead of time it has a bitter sweet ending. 💔

hope you enjoy. :3

Ilay notices the change immediately. The way Taeui looks at him is fearful, but also mixed with a little annoyance– as if Ilay's very existence was troubling to the brunet. He's concerned about the change in behavior, but there's something familiar about it. Ilay has seen that look before, maybe nearly a decade ago.

“You're avoiding me.” He muses, resting his hand against Taeui's thigh. Ilay can't help but smile when the other man trembles against him, watching with curious eyes when Taeui toys with the hem of his shirt.

“Rita said you were busy and not to bother you.” Taeui responds meekly, purposely avoiding his gaze.

Ilay reaches out, touching the smaller man's chin before tilting his face up.

“You know you can bother me whenever you want. My only purpose in life is to serve you.”

Taeui stares at him with bewilderment, scratching his head.

“Are you okay?” The brunet asks, his tone dubious.

His face causes Ilay to laugh, pressing a kiss against Taeui's forehead. He pulls the other against him, resting his hand against the back of the smaller man's neck. He can feel the other briefly hesitating, before Taeui buries his face against his neck.

“Can… Can you keep holding me like this?” Taeui asks shyly.

Ilay hums, tightening his grip. He feels the brunet relaxing against him as he runs his fingers through the other man's hair.

“Of course, princess.”

He laughs when Taeui stiffens, before muttering something in Korean.

---

“I can't accept this.” Taeui says, clearly flustered when shoving the jewelry box back at him.

“Why not? It seems like you lost the previous one I gave you, which is a bit strange since it's one you can't remove easily.”

Ilay leans back, pushing the box back towards Taeui. Inside is a gold anklet with tiny topazes and bells that hang off of it delicately. He watches with mild curiosity when Taeui touches the anklet, the smaller man chewing on his bottom lip.

“We'll have to go back to get it fitted again, but I wanted to show you. How did you lose the first one?”

Taeui closes the box, staring hard at his lap.

“I just woke up and it wasn't there.”

He frowns. Did that mean someone managed to cut it off when they were sleeping? There was no way any of the staff would do it, and he's had to tighten security several times as it is.

“It doesn't matter. We can go get it fitted again and you can pick up something else at the jeweler.” Ilay says, reaching for the jewelry box. He pauses when he hears Taeui coughing, the brunet shaking his head.

“No. No way, this is way too much already. You shouldn't be spending all your money–”

“My money is your money. We've talked about this already.” The silver haired man looks over at the other with concern.

There's something with the way Taeui picks at his fingers, a nervous habit that he used to have back in UNHRDO. It gradually stopped happening years after the other settled in Berlin, becoming more confident when surrounded with people who actually appreciated him.

He stares for a long time, before speaking.

“Is something bothering you, Taeui? You're acting a bit unlike yourself.”

Taeui looks up, dark brown eyes watching him inquisitively. Neither of them say anything for a while, before the smaller man opens his mouth to speak.

“I could say the same thing about you.” Taeui says quietly, picking at his fingers again.

---

He touches Taeui’s ankle gently, toying with the metal chain.

“Gold is really your color, you know.”

Ilay laughs when Taeui shoves him with his foot, causing him to stumble back and lie on the floor. He smiles at the way his lover is staring at him– wide eyes, with a cute pout while covering himself protectively.

“Weirdo.” The brunet mutters, but Ilay can see the pink that dusts the other's cheeks. He shrugs, pushing himself up.

“You're the one who willingly stuck yourself to this weirdo.”

“No way. There's absolutely no way I would let myself get chained to you willingly!” Taeui shrieks, backing away from the taller man. His reaction is extremely baffling, because not too long ago they were lying together in bed with the brunet reminding Ilay how much he loved him.

“Okay. You're actually scaring me.” Ilay mutters, getting up as he dusts his pants off. “I don't know if you're messing with me, or if you're going through a mental health crisis. Maybe even a health scare.” Ilay sits down on the bed, watching as Taeui stares at him through wary eyes.

“Tell me what's wrong.”

The brunet remains silent, and Ilay clicks his tongue.

“Either you tell me or I'll spank the information out of you, Taeui. Now what will it be?”

He lets out a chuckle when Taeui stiffens, reaching over to yank the smaller man over by his ankle. He gives a gentle squeeze when the brunet flails, before moving to lie on top of him.

“Jeong Taeui.” Ilay warns.

Taeui pouts, and it takes all his resolve to not cave in and forget the entire thing. But his concern outweighs the need to please his lover right now.

The other squirms underneath him, before speaking softly.

“Why are you treating me so nicely?”

Ilay blinks.

“What?”

“You… You're being so nice. I mean not in general, because I saw you being rude to Kyle the other day. It's just, you've been really kind to me and I don't know why.”

He tilts his head at the statement, peering down at his lover who looks up at him with an uncharacteristically bashful face. Ilay hasn't seen Taeui this shy since he first met him.

“Why are you asking me? Isn't it obvious?”

Taeui's brows furrow, shaking his head.

“I… Do you not think that I love you? Is that why you're acting this way?”

Taeui's face turns beet red, although he says nothing in response. His silence is the only confirmation that Ilay needs, which also makes him even more concerned.

“Did someone say something to you again?” Ilay asks, his mood suddenly souring. “Who was it? Was it Richard? I told you to leave Christoph alone so he would stop bothering you.”

Taeui shakes his head again.

“Then who? If Christoph is getting in your head again, you need to tell me. I've been patient with him, but if I have to remind him–”

“I thought you hated me.” Taeui says softly.

Ilay immediately stiffens at the words that leave his lover's mouth. Where did he even get such a preposterous idea?

“Why would you say that? Of course I don't hate you. I think if anything, I hate everyone else and you're the only person I can stand.”

He stares at Taeui's fingers when the other picks at them again, reaching over to hold his hand tightly.

“Why are you doing that habit again? Taeui, you're honestly scaring me–”

“I'm not your type.”

Ilay blinks a few times.

“Excuse me?” He asks, staring down at Taeui who quickly avoids his eyes.

He feels Taeui trying to wiggle his hands out of Ilay's grasp, but the taller man clicks his tongue and tightens his grip.

“You like cute boys, right? Cute boys, pretty girls… Someone like Xinlu.”

The both of them sit there in complete silence, neither of them saying anything for a long time. He doesn't even know what to say, he hasn't even thought about that person in nearly a decade.

“What are you talking about?” He finally manages to get out, voice strained. Something had to have happened– someone got into Taeui's mind and made him feel insecure. There was no other explanation that made sense.

Taeui looks away, almost as if dejected.

“You have to tell me the truth. Did someone say something to you? Tell me right now–”

“Maybe this is just a dream.” The brunet whispers to himself, ignoring the look Ilay was giving him. “Or it's just a really bad case of schizophrenia…”

“Taeui–”

Taeui finally looks up at him, pulling his hands away only to reach out for Ilay's face. His touch is soft and tender– fingertips touching each and every part he can find, from his lips and to his eyelids.

“I guess it wouldn't be bad to dream for a little while longer,” The brunet murmurs, his hands sliding down before resting against Ilay's neck. “I'm not a bad person, right?” Taeui continues to himself, pausing when his fingers brush over something on Ilay's neck.

Ilay notices his confusion, reaching up to unbutton his shirt to expose the thin platinum collar style necklace around his neck. It's fairly simple, with only a singular garnet in the center.

“This is proof of everything.” He says, holding Taeui's hand and pressing it against his throat. “I can't remove this without force, just the same as your anklet. You wanted something discreet because you were afraid you'd lose a ring.”

Ilay closes his eyes when he feels Taeui touching his neck in a gentle fashion, he can't help but make a quiet sound as if he was starved for attention.

“Ilay?”

Ilay opens his eyes, looking at Taeui who stares at him. He waits for the other man to continue, lacing their fingers together.

“Can you kiss me?”

He leans down without any hesitation, pressing their lips together as he rests one hand against Taeui's cheek. The other returns his kiss shyly, placing his hand on top of Ilay's.

“What else do you want, Tay?” He says softly, looking at his lover with a fond expression.

Taeui looks around, before biting his lip.

“You can tell me. I can give you whatever you want.”

“Do you mean that?”

He drags his thumb across Taeui’s bottom lip, raising a brow.

“When have I not?”

He can see uncertainty in the brunet's eyes, his fingers curling around Ilay's before speaking again.

“I want you to show me how much you love me.” Taeui whispers faintly. “Can you do that for me?”

Ilay laughs, not a mocking one but a sound that's utterly pleased. He presses his lips against Taeui's temple.

“Of course, princess.”

He hears Taeui swallowing, eyebrows furrowing as he toys with the buttons on Ilay's shirt.

“Why do you keep calling me that? I'm a guy.”

Ilay kisses Taeui's neck, sliding his hand under his shirt. He nips gently at the skin, resting his palm against the smaller man's chest.

“Do you have early onset dementia?” He asks, tongue dragging over Taeui's throat. He smiles when he hears a little gasp, pinching at one of his lover's nipples.

“N-no! I just want a reminder…”

Ilay moves away, pulling Taeui's shirt off. He dips his head down, mouthing at his chest while the other man squirms against him.

“You asked me to. I called you that a long time ago, and you told me to keep calling you that. So that's why you're my princess.”

He feels Taeui's fingers running through his hair, immediately leaning into the touch.

“You're not a prince,” Taeui mutters. “Your attitude sucks too much to be a prince.”

Ilay snorts at the comment, biting down gently on the brunet's nipple. The action elicits a whine, and he grins.

“You're more like a dragon who kidnaps the princess.” It doesn't sound like an insult, if anything a bit affectionate. He says nothing, dragging his tongue flatly over Taeui's nipple before pausing when the brunet continues.

“I always liked the dragon more. They seem a lot cooler than a stuck up prince.”

The comment itself is ridiculous, too childish and innocent but it still makes him happy. He can feel himself preening at what he perceives as a compliment, squeezing the other side of Taeui's chest while sucking at his nipple.

The brunet shifts underneath him, gasping when Ilay continues lavishing his chest with attention. He pulls away slightly to admire his work, thumb brushing against a hardened nipple.

“Out of everyone I've slept with, you have the cutest chest. You're going to say I'm biased, but the first time I saw you without a shirt it was hard not being able to kiss and mark you all over.”

Long fingers run across Taeui's sternum, before his hand dips lower to trace over the defined muscles of the smaller man's stomach.

“Then mark me now.”

It's the first time he's heard Taeui sound confident in the past few days. It causes him to immediately look up, dark eyes staring into brown ones. There's curiosity that flickers, and something more– something he can't explain

“You usually complain when I leave marks.” He muses, rubbing Taeui's belly affectionately. It hasn't stopped him before, but Ilay has always heard an earful.

There's a pause, before Taeui speaks again.

“I want you to, so everyone knows who I belong to.”

His hand stills, his brain processing the information slowly.

“You said you'd do anything for me, right? Well I want you to do that.” The brunet's voice is shy, he can hear the hint of embarrassment and when he looks up at the smaller man, Taeui avoids his gaze completely.

His thumb brushes against Taeui's nipple, a small smirk forming on his face.

“Of course. Who am I to deny my princess?”

Ilay leans down, starting with the smaller man's neck. He kisses the skin softly, his hand squeezing Taeui's chest before mouthing and sucking at his neck and then throat. He listens to the sharp intake of breath, which he takes as a sign to continue.

His mouth lowers, continuing to suck and bite at every visible piece of skin he can find. Ilay can feel the smaller man trembling against him, so he pulls away to admire his work.

“You look good like this. Covered with my hickeys and bites.” The taller man pinches one of Taeui’s nipples, smiling when he hears the other whining quietly.

“But do I look like yours?”

His hand dips lower, pulling Taeui's sweatpants alongside with his underwear off.

“Oh, Tay. You've been mine for as long as I can remember. You don't need a few bite marks for that.”

The silver haired man pushes the other's legs apart, sliding his hand up his lover's thigh.

“With how many times I've come inside and outside of you, our scents have practically become one.”

Taeui shoves him with foot, and he laughs, grabbing his ankle while toying with the anklet teasingly.

“Pervert!” Taeui hisses, his face a bright red.

“Mm. You like it though.”

He hears the other muttering, complaints and insults mixed together. Ilay spreads Taeui apart, fingertips dragging over his hole.

The brunet tries to jerk away, but the action only causes Ilay to grin wickedly.

“You're saying one thing, but your body is saying another. I guess you're starting to act normal again.”

Taeui tries to push him away again, but Ilay clicks his tongue and shakes his head.

“You wanted me to show you how much I love you, right? So trust the process”

He feels the brunet relaxing against the bed, lifting Taeui up slightly which causes the other to squirm. Ilay peers up at his lover through his glasses, smiling before dragging his tongue over Taeui's hole.

Immediately the brunet jolts, as if unfamiliar with the feeling. Which baffles him considering one of Taeui’s favorite things to do was prep work– specifically when Ilay would take his time opening him up with his mouth and fingers.

Ilay squeezes Taeui's hips gently, moving to suck at the rim before mouthing at his entrance. He can hear the other's breath hitching when presses his tongue inside.

He works slowly, extremely messy– making sure he's loud enough for Taeui to hear, the other seems to enjoy the attention as he presses against Ilay's mouth timidly.

The platinum haired man gives Taeui's thigh a gentle squeeze before glancing up at him. Instantly he freezes at the sight– looking down at him is Taeui, whose face is completely flushed. His bottom lip is swollen from biting down too hard, and in all honesty Ilay just wants to kiss him right now.

He pulls away, biting at Taeui's thigh which elicits a whine.

“That's it. There's the Taeui I know.” Ilay coos in a mocking tone, reaching over to the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube. He pushes himself up, leaning down to kiss Taeui's chest while coating his fingers carefully.

He sucks and bites at the skin, tongue circling the brunet's nipple before sinking two of his fingers inside of the smaller man. Ilay pauses briefly, glancing up.

“You're a lot tighter than usual. Maybe it's because I left you alone for a few days.”

Taeui doesn't respond to his comment, turning his head away while tensing around Ilay's fingers. He presses them deeper, sucking at Taeui's chest as an attempt to distract him. His fingers rub at the other's inner walls, smiling when he feels the brunet squirming underneath him.

He takes that as the encouragement to continue, working his fingers faster before stilling them when Taeui moans softly. Through half-lidded eyes he watches the smaller man turn his head back to look at him directly, frowning.

Ilay grins when he slams his fingers into Taeui roughly, laughing quietly when the other man cries out and clenches tightly around his digits.

“Y-you fucking jerk!” Taeui yells, shoving at his shoulder, but Ilay presses a kiss against his temple before adding a third finger.

“It's always so easy to bait you.” He says, completely smug with the tears that begin to form in the other man's eyes. He thrusts his fingers quickly, leaning down again to press their lips together when Taeui tilts his head up, asking for a kiss.

Ilay stills his fingers when Taeui jolts, grabbing onto his arm. The brunet squeezes tightly, staring up at him with a hazy look in his eyes.

“I think… I think that's good enough.” The brunet whispers quietly.

“Are you sure? Usually you like it when I spend a little bit more time opening you up.”

He can feel himself twitching inside of his pants at the words that follow right after.

“I think I'm close, but I don't want to come unless you're inside.”

Ilay slides his fingers out, working on unbuckling his belt before throwing it onto the floor. His fingers fumble with the buttons of his pants, cursing softly.

He only stills when Taeui pushes himself up and reaches over, unbuttoning his pants and then pulling the zipper down. Ilay swallows when he feels the smaller man pressing his palm against his crotch.

“Huh.” Taeui whispers to himself, sliding Ilay's underwear down. The brunet wraps his fingers around Ilay's cock, squeezing gently.

It's a simple touch, but it feels like it's been far too long and it's driving him insane. He ruts against the smaller man's palm, biting back a groan when Taeui tightens his grip.

“You're so big.” Taeui murmurs to himself once more, reaching for the lube. He bites down on lip when the cool sensation of the gel hits his cock, but Ilay is practically throbbing in need when he feels Taeui working carefully to coat his length fully.

“You always complain about it. I don't know why you're acting surprised.” He teases.

Taeui looks up at him, pressing his thumb against the head. He has to grit his teeth, pushing the other man to lie back down.

“You're crazy if you think anyone can get used to that thing.” The brunet mutters, a sentence he's used to hearing time and time again. He can only grin, pulling Taeui against him while dragging the tip of his cock over the smaller man's entrance.

“Why do you think we have forever then? Obviously to train you to get used to it.”

Taeui opens his mouth to protest, but makes a choked sound instead when Ilay presses into him slowly. His hands rest against his lover's hips, swallowing at the heat that envelops him.

“You need to relax. I'll come right away if you keep squeezing me like this.” Ilay says through gritted teeth, giving Taeui's hips a gentle squeeze.

He picks up on Taeui whimpering again, but feels the other relaxing slightly allowing him to sink in all the way. Ilay exhales shakily, rubbing the brunet's hip in a comforting manner. His eyes focus on the sight below him, Taeui's face that's scrunched up so adorably– eyebrows furrowed with his mouth slightly open, and tongue sticking out.

He swallows, one of his hands sliding up Taeui's body. Fingers gently caressing tan skin, before resting a large palm against his lover's face. Ilay's thumb brushes away as the tears he can see are spilling over.

His touch seems to stir the other, Taeui peeking up at him through watery eyes.

“Is it too much? I can pull out and we can use our mouths instead.”

There's something in the way that Taeui watches him, curious and inquisitive. The brunet wraps his arms around Ilay's neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He returns the kiss eagerly, or more so desperately. Fingers rub at the back of his neck, before he feels Taeui whispering against his mouth.

“You can move now.”

His voice is so small, unsure with a hint of fragility in there. But the vulnerability is for him, for Ilay alone to bear witness to.

He presses a kiss against Taeui's forehead, rocking into him slowly at first. Ilay can still feel the brief hesitation, how the brunet continues to cling onto both his arms and dick.

Ilay noses along his lover's temple, rolling his hips as Taeui holds onto him tightly.

“That's it. You're doing such a good job.” He whispers into the smaller man's ear. “You're taking me so well, aren't you?”

Taeui tilts his head back, moaning softly. He can't help but smile, taking it as a sign to move faster. He grinds into the other, head dipping down to press kisses on every inch of skin he can find. His tongue dips onto the smaller man's collarbone, savoring the taste of salt that hits his tongue. He can smell his cologne that lingers onto Taeui's skin, indicating the other has been stealing his clothing again.

“Which sweater did you take this time?” He teases, pulling out slightly to only leave the tip in before slamming back in.

Taeui shakes his head, gasping. His own hips press back against Ilay's, and he can feel the smaller man clenching tightly around him.

“You're going to lie to me when I can smell it on you?” He teases, mouthing at the brunet’s jaw. “I think I'm missing fifty percent of my shirts and sweaters thanks to you.”

Taeui moans again when a particular angle seems to hit a specific spot. He pulls Ilay closer, whispering so softly he almost misses it.

“The grey Prada one.” He murmurs quietly.

Ilay kisses his forehead, slamming into him again at that same angle. He can't help but laugh when Taeui cries out, tugging the smaller man's hips against his own as he thrusts faster.

“We can just go to the store and get you a bunch of sweaters so you don't take mine.”

Taeui looks up at him shyly, before closing his eyes and pulling him down for a kiss.

“But I don't want to wear my clothes. I want to wear yours because they smell like you.”

The possessive side of him goes completely feral, digging his nails into Taeui's hips as pulls him down to meet his thrusts. He mouths at the smaller man's bottom lip, reaching up with a free hand to push his hair back.

When he slams into Taeui again, his breath catches in his throat at the sight of his lover arching his back, moaning Ilay's name quietly as he comes against his belly.

He has to inhale deeply, leaning down to press their foreheads together. Ilay lets out a quiet groan, spilling his release deep inside of Taeui as the brunet's inner walls clamp down on him tightly, squeezing onto his length as if to milk him for every drop.

His fingers comb through brown locks of hair, stroking gently.

“You did so good,” Ilay whispers, kissing away at the tears that have spilled over. “Don't cry, princess. I'm here.”

He watches as Taeui's eyes open slowly, wet and slightly out of focus. Taeui reaches over to touch his cheek, and he quickly covers the other man's hand with his own.

Ilay pauses when he sees the brunet's bottom lip wobble, before Taeui pulls him into a hug and cries into his shoulder.

He's immediately startled, sitting up slightly to pull Taeui against him. His hand rests against the back of his lover's head, stroking gently as the smaller man continues to cry.

“Taeui, what's wrong?” Ilay asks, worried.

Taeui only clings to him harder, murmuring in Korean. He picks up on the words with ease, holding the smaller man closer.

“If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up.” Taeui whispers into the dark, face buried against Ilay's neck

Notes:

the ending ventured off into bittersweet territory bc passion taeui is still battling through insecurities. so once he feels loved, he doesn't want to let it go. 😭💔

i might include a third chapter if anyone is interested. it was originally going to be suite taeui having unhrdo ilay be completely whipped, but i might want to add it as a large chapter where unhrdo ilay is wearing a collar all the time while suite ilay & unhrdo taeui go on a honeymoon.

let me know if that's something you guys would be interested in! bye for now. 💗