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Taeui wasn’t a jealous person.
For the most part he was pretty level headed and understanding; not wanting to dwell on the ugly feeling of jealousy— an emotion that could easily eat a person whole. Instead he tried to focus more on positive emotions, seeking validation through his actions and not giving into the grotesque temptation of human nature.
Yet tonight sparked something deep inside of him.
Maybe it was the amount of drinks he had downed in such a short period or perhaps it was the lighting of the club that flickered across Ilay’s skin; illuminating alabaster flesh in such an eye-catching manner that would leave anyone breathless. He always knew that Ilay was handsome. It was probably one of the few positive traits that the other man had, considering his personality was completely rotten with his manners nearly non-existent.
Still, they were in a club where interactions were based solely on physical attraction and not heart to heart discussions. For that reason alone, Taeui felt somewhat wary of the attention that his lover seemed to be catching from strangers.
He wasn’t jealous— no, not at all.
Taeui pauses, his hand stopping in mid air when he catches the sight of Ilay speaking to someone at the bar. He had just gone to the bathroom briefly, and in his absence, someone decided to strike up a conversation with Ilay. He has to blink a few times, nearly squinting at Ilay being social. Of course he’s witnessed Ilay faking pleasantries, it naturally came with his lifestyle.
But what quickly catches his attention is Ilay’s eyes; the usually cold ones that hold warmth only for Taeui twinkle with something akin to interest or affection when Ilay speaks to the smaller man next to him.
He gawks, his gaze moving from Ilay’s face and towards his hand that gestures towards the man who seems to be hanging onto every syllable that spills from pink lips. Taeui can only stare, transfixed at the conversation he isn’t a part of, making him wonder what was so interesting that Ilay hasn’t acted like his usually dismissive self. Taeui’s brows furrow, watching Ilay pausing for a moment. His lover tilts his head to the side, holding his hand up to the person he was talking to.
Those are Taeui’s hands. Those are the very hands that he admired the first time he set his eyes on Ilay.
Nevermind the silver ring that was displayed on Ilay’s ring finger that sparkled underneath the club lighting, clearly showing off to the world that the man was clearly spoken for. Just who did Ilay think he was showing his hands to a complete stranger?
He feels a sudden chill that runs through his body; an unfamiliar dark feeling that gnaws at the pit of his stomach. Taeui can’t pinpoint what it is exactly. He hasn’t felt anything like this in quite a while.
The only thing that’s on his mind is the desire to claim what was rightfully his in front of everyone.
Before he can stop himself, Taeui is already stomping towards Ilay. He’s brushing past a sea of people, ignoring heated whispers as he’s focused on one thing alone.
Dark grey eyes catch his stare with silver lashes fluttering ever so slightly. He can feel Ilay’s eyes gaze softening at the sight of him, but that doesn’t quell the fire that blazes underneath his skin.
“Taeui—“ Ilay begins, only to be immediately cut off when Taeui’s lips find his own.
His fingers curl into the expensive fabric of Ilay’s shirt, tugging the larger man against him. Ilay’s eyes are wide, clearly surprised. He sets his drink down on the bar, placing a palm against the small of Taeui’s back. Ilay strokes his back slowly, returning his kiss eagerly— albeit desperately, he wants to add.
But it’s still not enough for Taeui. Of course it’s not enough. It would never be enough for a man who has been spoiled rotten by Ilay Riegrow.
His hands slide from Ilay’s chest, enjoying the feeling of firm muscle against his palms, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck as he pulls him down to deepen their kiss. He swallows the surprised noise that escapes from Ilay, sliding his tongue into his mouth to explore each and every crevice that other man offers him.
His own eyes lock onto Ilay’s, darkening at the sight of Ilay’s brow that was raised in amusement. Ilay pulls away slightly, only to be yanked back by Taeui who kisses him roughly this time.
This kiss is a battle for control with Taeui refusing to back down. His teeth dig into Ilay’s bottom lip, eyes slipping shut when he feels Ilay’s palm dip lower to cup at his ass. He only decides to pull away when he needs air, inhaling deeply before glancing over at the man that was speaking to Ilay mere moments ago.
The man is staring up at the two of them with a wide eyed expression, mouth hanging open. Taeui stares right back at him, his own gaze unmoving as he tightens his grip on Ilay. In an instant the other figures out what he’s trying to convey, offering a few jumbled words that sounds like an apology before quickly bolting the fuck out of there.
Despite the man being gone, Taeui’s grip on Ilay doesn’t loosen. Instead he watches the man’s retreating back, huffing indignantly.
“Taeui.” Ilay says, breaking him from his trance.
He looks up at Ilay, eyes narrowing at the amusement written all over his lover’s face. Taeui reaches for Ilay’s abandoned drink on the bar, quickly downing the liqueur with ease. His grip on the glass tightens when Ilay’s lips twitch upwards, grey eyes twinkling with intrigue.
“Take me home.” Taeui demands, slamming the glass down angrily.
Ilay offers him a grin— a smile of a predator that was ready to devour its prey.
Taeui shoves Ilay against the bed, moving to sit on the man's lap as he works to pull his shirt off. Surprisingly, Ilay remains pliant, leaning back while he looks up at Taeui, watching the smaller man with an unreadable expression.
“Jealousy suits you.” Ilay coos, a large palm running across Taeui’s body. Fingertips trace over defined muscle, shivering when Ilay cups at his pecs, giving them a gentle squeeze. His thumb brushes against Taeui’s nipple, eyes darkening when he feels the sensitive bud hardening against his touch.
“I’m not jealous.” Taeui bites out despite clearly seething with envy. His hand covers Ilay’s, pressing the larger man’s palms against his chest for more attention. Ilay merely smiles in response, pinching his nipple. His grin widens at the whine that escapes Taeui’s mouth, pushing himself up to kiss along the smaller man’s chest.
“Of course not, Tay.” Ilay whispers into olive skin, pressing feather light kisses onto his chest. The soft touch causes Taeui to squirm, his ass grinding against the other’s erection. He picks up on Ilay inhaling sharply, biting tan flesh as if to warn him.
His back arches, gasping quietly. Lithe fingers immediately find their way to silver hair, curling against normally neatly groomed locks that have become slightly tussled from both the night club and drive home.
Ilay’s tongue presses flatly against his chest, circling his nipple in a slow, deliberate motion, flicking the tip of his tongue upwards in that manner he knows Taeui likes. He can feel the familiar press of Ilay’s smirk against his skin, squirming in other’s lap when Ilay takes his nipple into his mouth and sucks gently.
Ilay’s free hand touches the other side of his chest, thumb dragging across the sensitive bud. It doesn’t take him long to make Taeui a simpering mess in his hands just from the simple touch of his fingers and tongue. The man was always using his weaknesses against him.
“I-I’m not jealous,” Taeui insists, rolling his hips. He grinds teasingly against Ilay’s lap, enjoying the shaky exhale that hits his ears. “You’re wrong, Ilay. You just need to be reminded of something.”
Ilay peeks up at him, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. He pulls away from Taeui’s chest to say something— probably a taunt that would definitely piss him off.
Taeui’s eyes narrow, shoving Ilay back down. The other startles slightly, but surprisingly doesn’t struggle. He just watches him, dark grey eyes analyzing his every movement. Ilay’s fingers toy with the buttons of his own shirt, sliding it off with ease.
“What do I need to be reminded of, Taeui?” Ilay asks, voice thick with desire and something else. It’s almost as if he knows what he’s trying to say, only needing verbal confirmation from Taeui.
Taeui swallows, his fingers dragging across the defined abs that line Ilay’s stomach. They dip lower, running across the thin patch of hair that leads to what belongs to him.
What belongs to him and no one else.
He works fast, unbuttoning Ilay’s pants. The other helps him as he fumbles clumsily, trying to remove Ilay’s underwear. Taeui finally frees Ilay’s trapped erection from all the layers of clothing, swallowing. Deep brown eyes lock onto Ilay’s cock, the monstrous thing that he always complains about yet always leaves Taeui wanting more.
Taeui dips his head down, kissing along Ilay’s stomach. He peers up at his lover who continues to watch him quietly, waiting for him to continue.
“Of who you belong to.” He whispers, locking eyes with Ilay.
Ilay hums, a thoughtful sound as if considering Taeui’s words for a brief moment. Elegant fingers wrap around his cock, stroking himself lazily. He shrugs, almost indifferently despite his face flushed light pink. The smug bastard.
“Aha. Is that so?” He asks, taunting Taeui. Ilay was clearly baiting him, waiting for him to fall into his trap.
And he does so readily.
Taeui’s reaction is immediate, shoving Ilay’s hand away, wrapping his own fingers around the other’s length. He gives a gentle squeeze, thumb pressed against the slit.
Ilay groans, tilting his head back. His cock twitches with interest— just from the simple touch of Taeui’s fingertips. The thought makes him squirm, and before he can reason with himself, Taeui presses his tongue flatly against the underside of Ilay’s cock, dragging upwards slowly.
His movements are slow, teasing little licks that have Ilay’s hips bucking with the other man desperately needing more. Ilay’s palm rests against the back of his head, stroking brown locks fondly while his eyes never leave Taeui’s face.
Taeui’s tongue flicks upwards, tracing over a sensitive vein that he knows drives Ilay crazy. He’s right with the decision as Ilay moans loudly despite himself, fingers curling into his hair.
“Tay.” Ilay says, the sound of his name leaving Ilay’s lips has him shivering, wanting to hear more. He’s the only person that can bring out this side of Ilay— just him, no one else.
He takes Ilay into his mouth, starting slow at first because despite the many years they’ve been together the girth of this man was insane. Taeui can’t help but moan when Ilay presses into his mouth, the soft vibration against the other’s cock leaves Ilay shuddering, tightening his grip on Taeui’s hair.
“Look at you. So pretty with your mouth stuffed full of my cock.” Ilay murmurs, watching him through half-lidded eyes. The comment should leave him flustered, but instead he moans again, swallowing around that thick length.
Taeui wants to hear more of it. He wants to listen to Ilay coming undone, praising him alone. One hand rests against a milky white thigh, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks slowly.
Ilay strokes his hair; a soft, gentle touch as if encouraging his greed. His hand travels lower, thumb dragging across Taeui’s lower lashline to catch the tears that begin to spill. The larger man inhales sharply, rocking his hips to press more of his cock into the smaller man’s mouth.
He takes all of it, the head of Ilay’s cock hitting the back of throat with familiar ease. He’s had enough practice that while he’s stuffed, it’s nothing that Taeui can’t handle. Not that he could say the same for anyone else. No one would be able to take on Ilay when compared to him.
He bobs his head, sucking and slurping noisily around Ilay’s cock. Taeui pulls away slightly, the tip of his tongue flicking over the sensitive head to taste the precome that begins to spill over. He mouths along the sensitive skin, eyes slipping shut when he hears Ilay’s breath hitching with his lover pushing him back down with the impatience that Taeui was more than familiar with.
“Such a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” Ilay murmurs, guiding his length back into Taeui’s mouth. His palm presses against the back of Taeui’s head. Ilay’s hips rock forward, sliding back into that wet heat once more.
His eyes immediately open, peering up at Ilay through thick lashes as he swallows around him again. His lashes flutter with faux innocence, picking up on the telltale signs of Ilay nearing release; from the twitch of his cock to the barely constrained groans that fall from plush lips. He’s not sure how it’s possible, but his greed manages to grow and he wants— no Taeui needs to taste what’s rightfully his.
His hand cups at Ilay’s balls, thumbing along the delicate skin, his tongue pressed against that vein once more. That’s all it takes for Ilay to groan loudly, thrusting into Taeui’s mouth before spilling his release down Taeui’s welcoming throat.
He swallows everything he can, one hand gripping onto Ilay’s thigh tightly. Taeui pulls away slowly, licking his lips to catch the remnants of Ilay’s come that spills over. Ilay rubs the back of his neck affectionately, eventually coming down from his high, trying to regulate his breathing. Taeui takes this as the chance to push himself up, sliding his underwear down and moving to sit in Ilay’s lap.
Ilay pushes himself up, nosing along Taeui’s neck. His eyes slip shut, tilting his head back when he feels Ilay kissing down his throat. Teeth drag along sun-kissed skin with Taeui’s ears picking up on the sound of rustling before the pop of a cap.
His breath hitches when Ilay spreads him apart, cool fingertips dragging over his rim before rubbing at his hole slowly.
“Ilay.” Taeui whines, his fingers carding through silver locks of hair. Ilay responds by sucking at his neck, pressing two of his fingers inside of Taeui with such familiarity that leaves him moaning.
He begins slowly at first, the pads of his fingers rubbing at Taeui’s inner walls. Gentle bites and kisses distract him with a third finger sliding into Taeui before he knows it. His teeth dig into his bottom lip, cradling Ilay’s face into the crook of his neck.
Taeui whimpers when he feels Ilay’s fingertips brush against his prostate, his lover curling his fingers slightly before thrusting into that direction again. He can feel himself clenching tightly around those digits, his hips moving to grind down against Ilay’s fingers.
Ilay nips at his neck, thumb pressed against this rim. He presses in teasingly, abruptly stilling his fingers when Taeui pushes back against him impatiently.
He groans in frustration, tugging at Ilay’s hair who merely laughs in response. Pulling Ilay away from his neck, he glares down at the other man, eyes narrowing at the smirk that graces Ilay’s infuriatingly handsome face.
Ilay was so fucking annoying and he knew it too. Dark eyes glint with amusement at his irritation, rocking his hips to grind against the other man’s fingers. Taeui tilts his head back, catching Ilay licking his lips with interest at the sight of the smaller man fucking himself on his fingers.
“What’s on your mind, Tay?” Ilay all but coos, the words reeking with absolute condescension. His smirk widens when Taeui glares down at him, pulling his fingers out slowly before slamming them back in.
A strangled sound spills from him, thighs trembling as he grinds down on Ilay’s fingers— those pale, elegant digits that have caused so much destruction but would always hold onto him so delicately as if he were the most precious thing in the world.
“You were showing off your fingers earlier.” Taeui answers, his eyes slipping shut. Ilay’s thumb presses against his rim lightly, a sensation that has him squirming in Ilay’s lap for more. “To that guy at the club.”
“Was I?” Ilay questions, his voice calm and neutral. He rubs at Taeui’s prostate teasingly, stilling his fingers when Taeui tries to press down harder for more stimulation.
His own fingers wrap around Ilay’s wrist, squeezing tightly. He thinks back to the bar, remembering seeing Ilay talk so openly to another man; showcasing his hands that were for his eyes alone. They were always just meant for Taeui, so why did that suddenly change?
“You’re such an asshole. Why can you claim me but I can’t claim you?” Taeui asks a question more to himself than to anyone else. He doesn’t pick up on Ilay inhaling deeply nor does he notice his lover’s head tilting to the side, thumb nearly pressing into him. “This,” Taeui begins, squeezing Ilay’s wrist once more. “These hands are mine, your fingers are mine. Didn’t you promise to give them to me if I liked them so much?”
Ilay rubs at that sensitive spot again, causing his entire body to tremble from pleasure. His cock twitches painfully against his stomach, precome leaking from the tip. But he won’t come yet— no, not until Ilay fills him up with his come and marks Taeui as his.
“That’s enough.” He suddenly bites out, pushing at Ilay’s chest. He blinks up at Taeui, removing his fingers slowly which has Taeui biting back a disappointed whine.
“Hm? Usually you want me to stretch you out more.” Ilay muses. He tries to sit up, but Taeui presses one hand firmly against Ilay’s chest to hold him down. He reaches for the lube with his other hand, turning slightly to pour the cool liquid over Ilay’s length.
The cool sensation causes Ilay to hiss, dark grey eyes immediately locking onto his own. He reaches behind himself, wrapping his fingers around Ilay’s cock. Taeui strokes the other slowly, tightening his grip when Ilay tries to push himself up again.
“Your dick will stretch me enough just fine.” Taeui muses, twisting his wrist slightly. He pumps Ilay with steady strokes, dragging his thumb over the head of his length. “I need this inside of me now, because I think I’m going insane, Ilay.”
He presses his hand down harder against that firm chest, clicking his tongue with mild annoyance. Dragging the head of Ilay’s cock over his hole, he looks down at Ilay with an uncharacteristically stern expression.
“I already told you. You need me to remind you who you belong to.” Taeui whispers, sinking down onto Ilay’s cock slowly.
Ilay’s hands move to rest against Taeui’s hips, mouth opened slightly. It’s almost unnerving how calm the other is considering he wasn’t in control of the situation. He knew Ilay loved control, ownership. He needed the constant reminder that Taeui belonged to him. Yet the roles were now reversed with Taeui craving validation.
He bites hard on his lip, nails digging into the pale flesh of Ilay’s chest. He probably should have had Ilay prepare him a bit more, maybe even use his mouth to get him nice and open. But he was feeling so impatient; he had that desperate need to be filled— to be claimed and then return that claim tenfold.
Taeui’s head tilts back, barely constraining a whimper. The width of Ilay’s cock stretches him out in that manner that burns but also satisfies an ache deep inside of him. He circles his hips, easing down onto Ilay’s cock.
“G-give me a second,” He manages to get out, thighs trembling from how full he feels. Ilay rubs soothing circles into his hips, eyes nearly black from desire. Still, he doesn’t move. He lies there, waiting for Taeui to take control.
“Fuck, why are you stupidly big?” Taeui mutters. He pushes himself up, leaving only the tip of Ilay’s cock inside before sinking back down.
The two of them groan in unison, Ilay tightening his grip on Taeui. His length twitches deep inside of the smaller man, his grasp nearly bruising olive skin.
“You’re just too tight, Taeui.” Ilay says, watching as Taeui pushes himself up again, sliding back down onto that fat cock. He moans, squirming when Ilay brushes against his prostate, clenching tightly around him. “I told you to wear that toy I generously got you.”
“The fuck I will, you pervert.” Taeui retorts, circling his hips teasingly. He can’t help but grin at the sound of Ilay groaning, not noticing the dangerous flicker in his lover’s eyes. His movements are slow, deliberately teasing Ilay as he begins to ride him almost leisurely. His ears pick up on the sound of the other groaning, tugging on his hips impatiently.
A fitting punishment for someone who decided to show off what belonged to him.
“I don’t think I’m the only perverted one in this room when you’re the one riding me so desperately.” Ilay muses. Before he can retort with a comeback, Taeui cries out when Ilay snaps his hips forward.
He nearly falls over, nails digging crescents into the pale flesh of the other man’s chest. Fuck, he needed to regain control or this situation would turn dangerous fast.
Taeui presses Ilay down against the bed, using the majority of his strength to hold the other down. With a roll of his hips, he continues his ministrations, enjoying the sight of Ilay looking up at him with glassy eyes. Finally it seems like the other man has gotten the memo, allowing Taeui full control.
His movements are slow, a circle of his hips to enjoy the fullness of Ilay’s cock deep inside of him. Taeui’s eyes slip shut, grinding against Ilay who continues to lie so obediently underneath him. He feels the other’s palms slide from his hips, moving across Taeui’s body before resting against his chest.
Ilay drags his thumb over his nipple, flicking at the sensitive bud. The sensation has him crying out, inner walls fluttering around Ilay’s cock. His own length twitches with need, sitting up to grind down harder against Ilay. He feels the tip rubbing against his prostate, leaving him squirming and desperate for more friction.
“That’s it, princess. Take what you want.” Ilay coos, squeezing his chest gently. The nickname causes Taeui to whimper, his movements increasing with growing desperation. He finds himself rising, his hips lifting off of Ilay’s cock slightly before sliding back down, rutting against his lover.
“This is mine.” Taeui babbles, leaning back slightly. He moves with more urgency, feeling Ilay throbbing deep inside of him. From this angle he can feel everything— every pulse and twitch, the warmth of that cock that belongs to him. Rolling his hips, his breath catches in throat when the head of Ilay’s cock rams against his prostate once more. “Ilay, no one else can have this but me—“
He cries out when his lover snaps his hips forward. Ilay’s fingers trail down his chest, tracing along his stomach until they wrap around his cock, stroking Taeui quickly.
“That’s right,” Ilay says, pumping him faster. With his free hand, he pulls Taeui’s hips down against his own, rocking into the smaller man with increased urgency. His cock is practically ramming into Taeui’s prostate at this point with his entire body trembling from the stimulation. “Why would I want anything else when I have you in my lap?”
Taeui throws his head back, moaning Ilay’s name loudly. The combination of the words and the repeated stimulation against that specific spot has him coming hard, spilling his release against the two of them. He continues to roll his hips, needing one last thing.
“Ilay. Ilay, please. Please. Fill me up—“ Taeui begs, gasping when Ilay slams into him roughly.
Ilay groans in response, snapping his hips forward. With a few more erratic thrusts, he’s coming deep inside of Taeui, his cock jerking when Taeui’s inner walls clamp down tightly around him.
He falls forward, face buried into Ilay’s neck as the larger man grinds into him, his release coating Taeui’s insides white. The feeling leaves him breathless, cheek pressed against the other’s shoulder. The familiar warm feeling of Ilay’s come has him clenching weakly around Ilay, eliciting another groan from him.
Taeui’s eyes slip shut, Ilay’s clean hand running through his hair tenderly. Ilay leans down, pressing a kiss against his temple while the two of them slowly stabilize their breathing. His fingers curl into Ilay’s chest, laziness slowly taking over his body as he lies on top of the other, not wanting to rise.
“Did you finally get that tantrum out of your system?”
His eyes open, peeking up at Ilay. Taeui immediately blanches at the look the other gives him. His eyes are dark, twinkling with absolute malevolence. His reaction is to try and pull away, but Ilay tsks. He quickly switches their position so that he has Taeui pinned down against the bed.
“H-hey! Ilay, listen to me.“ Taeui begins. Ilay merely shakes his head, pulling out of Taeui slowly, slamming back into him. He cries out, turning his head to the side as Ilay thrusts shallowly at first, leaning down to press his lips against Taeui’s ear.
“Oh, Tay. How many times do I have to tell you that you’re mine? You never get it, do you?” Ilay asks, kissing his cheek. Taeui whimpers, hands resting against Ilay’s shoulders, his own cock twitching weakly with renewed interest. “I suppose I’ll just have to show you, hm?”
“Ilay, wait. Ilay!” He screams, his protests drowned out by Ilay’s laughter. The only sounds that follow is the bed frame that slams against the wall harshly and his desperate pleas for Ilay to move faster.
The warmth of the bath nearly lulls Taeui to sleep, only stirring when Ilay speaks into his ear softly.
“Were you really jealous of that guy at the bar?” He asks, reaching for Taeui’s hand. Taeui opens his eyes slowly, glancing down at both of their hands, he laces their fingers together giving Ilay a gentle squeeze. Ilay’s lips press against his shoulder, grazing over the bite mark he left on tan skin.
“You… You were showing off your hands to him.” Taeui admits sheepishly. His face burns at the memory and the aftermath of his jealousy. He feels like he’s about to die from either embarrassment or from the physical reminder of Ilay’s repeated example of ownership earlier.
He feels Ilay’s chuckle against his back, a deep sound that has him sinking further into the water with a pout. Ilay raises Taeui’s hand to his lips, kissing his fingers softly.
“He asked me about my wedding ring. He liked the design and wanted to know who the jeweler was.” Ilay says, voice uncharistically gentle.
Shame burns hot in the pit of his belly, wondering if it was possible to end his life right here and now. Ilay’s arm wraps around his waist, tugging Taeui against his chest. They sit there for a moment before Taeui speaks again, voice shy.
“But you were all happy talking to him, that can’t just be about rings—“
“He asked if you helped design it and I said you did. I suppose I went off on a tangent about you.” Ilay muses, leaning back against the bathtub. “That can’t be helped though. While you are mine, and I would never share... There’s nothing wrong with showing off what belongs to me.”
Taeui sputters, turning slightly to face Ilay. He’s about to lecture him only to pause at the expression his lover gives him. It’s one of fondness and adoration. Leaning up, he kisses Ilay softly who returns his kiss like a man starved.
“Ilay, you can’t show off your hands to anyone else.” He says more petulantly than he would have liked. Taeui frowns when Ilay laughs, the other reaching over to rub the back of his head.
“Taeui. I’ve never offered my hands to anyone other than you.” Ilay says smugly, tugging at Taeui’s ear. Ilay laughs again when he whines, the larger man shaking his head in disbelief.
“My, my… What shall I ever do with such a greedy little thing?” Ilay asks, grinning at his reaction. Taeui immediately curses, smacking at his chest angrily. He leans over, capturing Taeui’s lips in a kiss to swallow the second tantrum before it could finish brewing.
“Mm. If you keep acting like that, I might have to give you another reminder.” Ilay whispers against Taeui’s lips.
“The hell you will!” Taeui shrieks, moving to stand up only to flail around when Ilay pulls him back into the water. “Ilay! Ilay, let go!” He hisses, pushing at the other man’s chest.
“Why? You’re the one who was so desperate to make me yours earlier. Now you don’t want me anymore? I guess you do want to be reminded…” Ilay says with a mocking sigh, forcing Taeui to sit in his lap.
Taeui’s eyes widen, struggling when he feels Ilay’s palm sliding down his thigh. Ilay merely tightens his grip, rubbing his cheek against the back of Taeui’s shoulder like an overzealous cat marking his owner.
“Ilay! Ilay, why are you getting hard again!”
Taeui’s screams are promptly silenced by the sound of splashing water and laughter.