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Soobin regrets his decision to go out for dinner with his father as soon as they pull into the Hooter’s parking lot. He thought that, for once, his beloved (distant) parent cared to have an actual bond with his only son. Instead, he’s met with his dad’s typical, “Now you can see what it means to be a real man, Soobin-ah.”
It takes everything in him to not sigh.
On his 18th birthday, Soobin had come out to his parents as a gay man. His mother really couldn’t have cared less—all she has ever been concerned with are his schoolwork and grades. His father, on the other hand, had taken it upon himself to convert him to a “real man.”
Soobin’s sure he would’ve been sent to a conversion camp if it wasn’t for how adamant his mom was about a 10-week camp taking too many academic opportunities away from him.
Obviously, Hooters is the last place he wants to spend his 21st birthday. But, he’d already agreed to this dinner weeks ago, and, frankly, he doesn’t have the money to buy himself dinner at the moment. So, his solution is to grit his teeth and zone out until the experience is over.
That plan flies out the door the second their waiter—waiter, as in male—approaches them, his orange shorts and cropped white tank top clinging to every beautiful, muscular curve on him. Soobin blushes at the mere sight of him and feels the sudden urge to thank his father for bringing him here.
“Hello,” the blonde boy starts in a preppy voice, notepad and pen sitting idly in his hand. “My name is Taehyun, I’ll be your server tonight. It’s lovely to meet y’all.” Soobin swears the smile he gives him is nothing less than suggestive, but that has to be wishful thinking. “Can I get you started on any drinks?”
Before Soobin has a chance to respond, his father is cutting in with an angry tone. “You can get us another server.” Both he and the waiter turn to look at the older man. His face is practically teeming with red-hot rage. It’s damn-near comedic, Soobin thinks.
“Sorry, sir, I’m the only server on staff.” He smiles, mockingly-sweet, “But, you’re welcome to wait for another one. I’ll warn you, though, she doesn’t come in until 8.” It’s 6 o'clock right now, and Soobin wants to burst out laughing.
“Forget that, we’re leaving,” his father yells, gearing up to throw a temper tantrum.
“Come on, Dad,” he jumps in, “This is supposed to be my birthday dinner. Don’t ruin it for me.” It’s been a while since he’d tried to guilt-trip one of his parents, so the fact that it works is incredibly surprising. As his father leans back and crosses his arms, Soobin turns back to the waiter. “We’ll have two Coke’s, please.”
“Is Pepsi okay?” The blonde—Taehyun—asks, still smiling.
“Sure.”
As the server walks away, it takes great strength for Soobin to not watch how his ass bounces with every step. He turns his attention to his dad, instead, trying to distract himself from the stunning waiter.
His father is still grumbling complaints, reluctantly looking through the menu. “What kind of Hooter’s has male servers? What’s happening to the world?”
He rolls his eyes discreetly, mildly excited to see how the rest of the night turns out.
Surprisingly calm is the answer, save for his father occasionally ranting about how Taehyun “ruined their night” and “must be mentally sick to work this kind of job.” Ordering and receiving their food goes fairly decent. The older man seemed to have gotten over the ordeal until the blonde waiter came out with a slice of chocolate cake, a pretty pink candle sitting on top, and a small group of voices singing “Happy Birthday” walking with him.
The poor boy barely has a chance to set the cake down before his father starts laying into him, throwing unnecessary (and untrue) insults left and right. “We did not ask for this. How dare you assume my son wants a pink candle on his cake? Do you think the rest of the world is made up of fags like you? No one wants to hear your idiotic song, assholes. Just get us the check.”
Soobin winces and glances at the group of employees, half-expecting to get kicked out. The two men behind Taehyun—cooks, by the look of it—look like they’re about to unleash their wrath, but he shoos them off. Surprisingly, he’s still smiling when he turns back to Soobin’s father, albeit strained. “I’ll be right back with that, sir.”
He walks away, and Soobin’s father decides he needs to get one last remark in. “That cake better not be on there!”
Again, the birthday boy winces, moving to get up. “I’m just gonna go to the bathroom, dad.” He’s waved away, his father’s attention now turned to typing an angry yelp review. Soobin can already picture it—Our waiter had the audacity to bring my son a free slice of cake for his birthday!
Shaking it off, he goes to find their lovely waiter, digging out his wallet so he can leave him a hefty tip that he definitely can’t afford. And, as his luck would have it, he slams right into him, knocking the much smaller man to the floor. “Oh,” he gasps, immediately moving to help him up. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you.”
Taehyun brushes him off, pointing off to the side. “Bathrooms are over there.” He’s about to dart off again, but Soobin gently grabs his arm; a bad move, because the blonde looks like he’s ready to kill him. “Did you need something?” He’s still wearing a smile, but there are daggers in his eyes.
“Yes- No, sorry. I just wanted to apologize,” Soobin starts, taking a deep breath. “For my dad. He’s a little…much.” He sees Taehyun’s shoulders relax a little as he realizes what’s happening. “You didn’t deserve that. And,” he reaches into his wallet, digging for a 20 before holding it out to the blonde. “You do deserve this, and I know he won’t tip you. Sorry again.”
Taehyun stares at him for a while, eyes darting between his face and the 20 before Soobin starts shifting uncomfortably. Eventually, he sighs, pushing the hand with the bill away. “Don’t worry about it. I appreciate the apology, though.”
Soobin won’t lie, he’s a little relieved that he declined the little money he had left. But, he still feels extremely guilty for his father’s actions. “No, really, he will not tip you.”
The blonde rolls his eyes, shockingly sassy now that he’s relaxed. “Fine,” he says as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper, “Just take this.”
“Wh- Is this your number?” He asks, staring at the 10 digits scrawled out in orange pen. “What for?”
“You’re cute,” he shrugs, walking away. “Enjoy your cake, birthday boy.”
-
When he’s at his apartment the next day, Soobin stares at the orange scribbles, still taken aback by the exchange. He’s been wondering when the boy had even written down his number—how long did he have it in his pocket?
Eventually, he types the number into his phone, quickly writing out a message. Hey, this is Soobin. He stares at it for a bit before quickly erasing it, realizing that Taehyun probably has no idea what his name is. Hey, this is the guy from the other night. Again, he erases the message, deciding it’s way too vague. There’s no way someone as pretty as Taehyun isn’t waiting on texts from other guys from “the other night.”
Hey, he starts typing again, scrunching his eyebrows as he thinks. This is Soobin, he retypes. I was at Hooters last night, and you gave me your number?
Before he can decide if that’s good enough, his finger grazes the send button, and it’s too late to take it back.
Soobin throws his phone to the side of his bed, groaning with his head in his hands.
Shockingly, it buzzes with a notification almost immediately, and he scrambles to grab it again.
Taehyun 😯
Hey, this is Soobin. I was at Hooters last night,
and you gave me your number?
Oh! Yeah, this is Taehyun
He stares at the message in disbelief for a while, still trying to decide what to say. He doesn’t have a chance before the familiar three dots pop again.
You texted me faster than I expected haha
That makes him flush, putting the phone face down on his chest as he lays on his back and groans. Way to be cool, man. His mind scrambles for a reason, struggling to present himself as attractively as possible.
After a couple of minutes, he figures, fuck it, and types out the first thing that had come to mind.
Yeah, I was excited to talk to you.
He face palms once again as the typing dots pop up and disappear repeatedly, before going away entirely for a few extra long moments.
You are…bolder than I thought
Sorry, I’m just a little nervous.
Nervous?
Why?
You’re really pretty.
Oh
Thank you
So, your birthday was yesterday?
Yeah, my 22nd
Oh, cool!
My 21st is in a couple months
You do anything other than dinner?
God, I wish
I’ve been too busy with finals all week to plan anything
Aw, that’s sad :(
I hope your finals went well tho!
Thanks, Taehyun
He watches the typing bubble appear and disappear again, covering his face with his hands. Despite how composed he’s managed to come across so far, his face is burning red—he doesn’t even need to look in the mirror to know that much.
Hey, would you wanna go out with me?
Like, as a birthday thing
“Oh shit,” Soobin says to himself, unsuccessfully swallowing the excited lump in his throat.
I would love that
He responds without thinking, focused on saying yes as fast as possible so Taehyun doesn’t take it back before he can.
I mean, you seem really great
And I’d love to get to know you more
Not that I’d love to go out with you
Not that I wouldn’t love to go out with you
I just don’t want to assume that’s what you were asking for
It took a grand total of five minutes for his “cool” facade to dissipate, and all he can do is run his hands through his hair and wait for a response.
You’re so cute
Soobin thinks he might burst into flames.
Are you free tomorrow?
Yes
It’s a date, then
He makes a mental note to call in sick to work the next morning.
-
Even though they spent the rest of the previous day chatting back and forth, Soobin runs through his flat like a nervous ball of energy. He’d learned a good bit of information about his date in the 10 hours before they both went to sleep (although he didn’t sleep very well with the excitement bubbling in his chest).
He’d like to think he knows him well enough to have a successful date, now, but the anxious little voice in his head seems to be ready to do anything and everything to keep that from happening.
They’d settled on a coffee date, simply because Taehyun suggested it and Soobin didn’t want to say that he doesn’t drink coffee. He’s not worried about that, though—they always have tea or pastries that he’ll be able to enjoy—he’s worried about the fact that the blonde was going to show up at his apartment any minute now, and then they’re going on a date.
As if on cue, his phone starts buzzing with a text from the younger stating that he’s arrived, and his panic devolves into barely-contained jitters.
“Hey,” Taehyun smiles at him as he climbs into the car, clumsily closing the door and narrowly avoiding trapping his shirt in it. “Happy late birthday, again.”
“Thanks,” Soobin manages to choke out, suddenly feeling like the unbuttoned collar of his shirt was way too tight. “Where, um…what coffee shop are we going to?”
“Oh, you’ll see, it’s right around the corner,” the blonde responds. As he turns back towards the road, shifting the car into drive, Soobin lets himself take a good look at him. His hair is styled differently than the other night; it’s wavy, with a few colorful streaks in it. Thinking back, the streaks of red and pink may have been there before, but he definitely hadn’t noticed them.
He tries to scan his outfit discreetly, but he nearly chokes at the sight of the cropped shirt under his flannel. “You look really pretty,” he says quickly, trying to cover up his reaction.
“What, you like the crop top?” Taehyun laughs, reading him like a book. Soobin blushes and looks out the window, trying to calm himself. “Thank you, though,” he adds on, softer, “You look nice, too. Take you a while to do your hair?” He points to the green beanie resting on his head.
“Oh, no, just- well…yeah,” he sighs, and they both laugh a little at that.
Once they get to the shop, things actually seem to go pretty smoothly. They even start to have some playful banter, with Taehyun teasing him about his deranged father and Soobin teasing him about the tooth-rottingly sweet drink he’d ordered. The blonde has a gorgeous smile, and it’s nearly hypnotizing to look at.
The only thing more beautiful than his smile, in Soobin’s opinion, is his laugh. He could listen to him giggle for days—he would, if he had the choice. He would stare at the glint in his eyes for years, too, because there had to be some kind of glitter in there to make them sparkle like that. This may be the most eye contact he’s ever kept in his life, simply because he can’t pull his gaze away from that twinkle.
He finds himself saying nonsense, just to hear another laugh or see another smile. It’s sickening, honestly, because he never imagined he could fall this hard this fast.
When he gets his cheese danish, the first thing he does is offer it to Taehyun. He’s too nervous to eat, anyway, but the boy is eyeing it up the second it’s placed on the table. If he wasn’t so good at keeping a poker face, Soobin swears there would be drool coming out of his mouth.
It takes a little insisting, but he does convince him that he’s more than welcome to eat it. The younger’s face lights up with the first bite, “It’s so good!”
And, what is he supposed to do after that, say he can’t have more? After a reaction as cute as that? Obviously, he lets him finish it off, simply admiring the way he takes such small bites, thoroughly enjoying the flavor.
After coffee, they’re both enjoying themselves too much to call it quits. Taehyun seems to sense it in the way Soobin drags his feet when they go to throw away their trash, quickly suggesting that they go to an arcade.
So they do that, too, and Soobin gets to admire his date in the flashing, colorful lights. He gets to see the competitive side of him, too, although Taehyun seems to be far worse at these little games than he is. Still, he lets him win one or two, if only to see the bragging look on his face.
By the time they finish in the arcade, it’s right about sunset. They’re back in the car, but sitting still in a peaceful silence. Taehyun looks relaxed, happily gazing out the window while playing with the trinkets he won with their combined tickets.
“Today was really nice,” Soobin starts, already unsure where the sentence is going. He just felt the need to fill the silence before he did something he regretted.
Taehyun doesn’t let him stutter his way through a conversation, though, gently grabbing his hand to cut him off. “Then, do you wanna continue?”
“Continue?” He can hardly breathe with the way Taehyun is looking at him. His hair is falling perfectly over his eyes, the streams of sunlight coming through the windshield making him look as if he was glowing.
“We can go back to my apartment,” the younger leans toward him, looking up through his eyelashes and dropping his voice just a little. There’s no doubt that his tone is suggestive as he keeps talking, “Why stop here?”
“Okay,” Soobin whispers, only then realizing that his gaze has been fixed on the blonde’s lips for entirely too long.
He feels lightheaded, bordering on dizzy, with the thoughts of what’s the come as Taehyun leans back in his seat. Soobin has to assume he’s getting ready to drive them to what can only be described as heaven.
Accurate description, he thinks as they stumble into the younger’s apartment. Taehyun has a grip on some part of him at all times as they make their way in, and his lips are pressed to Soobin’s as soon as the door closes. He gasps at the touch, easily slipping his hands down to the blonde’s waist.
It’s a seemingly innocent kiss, despite their intentions, with them trying to pull off their shoes while keeping their lips pressed together. The act is funny enough for Taehyun to giggle into his mouth—and wow, does he love the sound. “My room’s this way,” the blonde pulls away, “I would just go for the couch, but I don’t think my roommate would appreciate that.”
Soobin doesn’t hesitate to follow, excited to feel the boy against him once again. Taehyun all but shoves him onto the bed, locking the door behind them with a mischievous look in his eyes. He climbs into the older’s lap, hands riding up his shoulders and around his neck. “You’re so pretty,” Soobin sighs, watching the cute flush that spreads across the other’s face.
“And you’re really cute,” he retaliates, bringing one hand back to the opening of the taller’s shirt, gliding his fingers over the skin exposed by the unbuttoned collar. They only share a quick kiss this time, as Taehyun cuts it quite short. “Can I suck you off?”
Soobin nearly chokes at the question, unable to process that the cute waiter he had seen only a couple of days ago is currently sitting in his lap. “You- If you…want to?” He stutters, still figuring out what to do with himself.
“I do want to,” Taehyun rolls his hips, eliciting a low groan out of the other, “And I can tell you want me to, too.” He doesn’t converse much further, simply dropping down to his knees in front of the older. He maintains eye contact as he pushes Soobin’s legs apart, making room for him to slot between them.
“I haven’t- I haven’t, like, done this before,” Soobin blurts out, nerves finally getting to him as he watches the younger take off his flannel.
The blonde blinks at him, then giggles again. “I know,” he teases, although his tone is lighthearted enough that it’s clearly not an insult. “You’re real sensitive.” He continues slowly undoing his pants.
“Do you want me to…take them off, or something?” the older asks, fidgeting with his lack of involvement.
“No need,” Taehyun smiles, turning his stare downward as he tugs down Soobin’s pants and boxers just enough to get his length out.
He watches the blonde carefully, inhaling sharply as he begins to press light kisses to his hard-on. “Taehyun,” he starts, the words dying in his throat the second they make eye contact again. His gaze is hooded and sensual, even as he shoots the taller a sweet smile.
Taehyun doesn’t give him time to react to his open-mouthed pecks before he wraps a hand around the base of his cock, using his thumb to stimulate his tip. “Real sensitive,” he mutters under his breath, a playful lilt to his tone. “How long do you think you’ll last?” He tilts his head as he asks, still using his hand to slowly massage the man’s length.
“Not-” Soobin’s breath hitches in his throat, and he finds that he has to close his eyes if he wants to be able to breathe. “Not long,” he chokes.
The blonde only coos in response, a quiet, teasing sound. It’s not much longer before he brings Soobin’s member to his lips, first swirling his tongue around to lubricate the skin. The feeling of Taehyun’s tongue is enough to make him groan and buck his lips, pulling a low laugh out of the boy.
He carries on, this time taking Soobin as far into his mouth as he can. Once again, the older moans, a quiet curse slipping past his lips. Taehyun doesn’t move much from there, though, holding his position until Soobin begins to try to fuck into his mouth instinctively.
It’s simply to be a tease, the blonde’s muffled giggles as he pulls back off being a tell-tale sign of that. A thin string of spit forms for only a second before it breaks, but Soobin knows that image is going to stay in his mind for years to come.
Finally, he mouths over the length properly, bobbing his head up and down. The feeling is new, but more than welcome. The light suction has Soobin on cloud nine, and he can’t help but let out quiet groans. Taehyun’s teeth graze the sensitive skin ever-so-slightly—he may have missed it if he wasn’t so focused on the sensations he’s experiencing—and it makes him jerk up into the boy’s mouth, gagging him just a little.
He curses his unrestrained reaction as the younger pulls off of him again. “So,” he starts, but all Soobin can concentrate on is how his lips are so glossy from the lewd mix of precum and saliva. “Do you want to cum like this, or can I ride you?”
Soobin swears he’s going to die if he spends any more time in this room—in Taehyun’s room.
Still, he nods, stuttering out, “You can- I want- You can…do whatever you like with me.” It’s not what he meant to say, but the words just seem to be falling out of his mouth.
The pause before Taehyun responds makes him want to stuff them all back in.
“Anything I want?” he asks, slowly standing up. He slides off his shorts and underwear in one motion, leaving them as a pool on the floor before he climbs back on top of the taller. He pushes him back as he does so, laying Soobin on his back and bending over him. “That’s a lot of power.”
“I’d say yes to anything you asked right now,” he whispers in response, the first unfaltering sentence he’s been able to get out in a while.
“Yeah?” Taehyun laughs, flashing his blinding smile. “Don’t worry,” he winks, “I won’t ask much.” He leans down for a kiss, easily slotting their lips together. Soobin can taste his own precum, and he doesn’t know if it’s normal to be as turned on by it as he is.
He jolts when he feels Taehyun pulling at his hair, suddenly remembering that he should do more than just lay there. His hands scramble to rest on the younger’s waist, slipping under his shirt in their hurry.
“Hold on,” the boy breathes against his lips, slowly pulling away, “Let me get my lube, yeah?” He slides off the bed and rifles through his bedside table. Soobin watches, pulling himself up to a sitting position before he returns.
“Do you want me to…” he trails off, looking at the bottle in the boy’s hand. “You know, um…prep you?”
Taehyun giggles at the clumsy question, climbing back on the bed and motioning for Soobin to sit in the center instead of halfway off the edge. “Well that depends, would you rather watch or help?”
“Help.” He doesn’t even need to think about it. “But,” he swallows, “I don’t really know…how…” Soobin has spent a lot of his young adult life ashamed of his lack of experience, but never has it had him so embarrassed as he is right now.
“That’s okay,” he sits back in the older’s lap, bottle now open. “I can show you, first.” Soobin watches his fingers closely as he holds the gel-like substance in his hand. “It’s kind of cold, so I like to let it warm up a bit.” He spreads his middle and ring fingers, letting the substance coat them. The smell of strawberries fills the space between them.
Before he can process it, Taehyun puts some lube on his fingers, too. He makes a mental note of the massive difference between their hand sizes. The younger moves on, now arching his back, bracing himself against Soobin with his free hand, and slowly slipping one finger into his hole.
“I think the rest of it is pretty self-explanatory, really,” he sighs, encouraging the taller to look over his shoulder. “Just stretching.” He slides in the second finger easily, not waiting long before he starts to scissor them inside himself. “Wanna try?”
With a small nod from him, Taehyun is removing his hand and wiping off the excess lube onto his sheets, then guiding Soobin’s. The blonde sighs comfortably as the taller enters one finger into his entrance, smearing the lube around his rim. He rests his head against Soobin’s shoulder, pressing distracting little kisses to his jaw.
“You can use both fingers,” he murmurs into his ear, nibbling at it as he does so. Naturally, the older listens, albeit a bit shocked and how easily his two fingers fit beside each other. Without prompting, he begins to mimic the scissoring motion he’d seen Taehyun do, content with the decision when the boy’s breath hitches in his throat. “You’re a quick learner, hm?”
Soobin blushes, but carries on, amazed at how effortlessly he can stretch his fingers.
“You can add another one, I think,” Taehyun prompts.
“But, I don’t have any lube on that one…” He looks at the younger’s face with worry, but he’s only met with quiet laughter.
“It’s alright, there’s already plenty.” Blushing in embarrassment, he goes on to add the third digit, noticing how Taehyun’s face scrunches just a bit with this one.
It doesn’t take much longer after that for the blonde to decide he’s prepped enough. In only a few minutes, Soobin is forced to lay back down while Taehyun retrieves a condom. He rolls it down his length with ease, smearing some more lube on top for good measure.
“Taehyun- oh my god.” Soobin can barely breathe as the younger sinks down on top of him, taking him in without so much as a wince. “You’re so- How are you so- so amazing?”
He blushes as Taehyun coos at him and cups his face, the smell of strawberry still lingering on his fingers. “You’re so sweet,” he smiles, but Soobin doesn’t get long to admire it before the younger starts to move his hips, rolling them in a way that has to be because he wants his date to drop dead right there and then.
“Fuck, fuck, you feel so good,” he moans, hands tightening around the boy’s waist. “Can I fuck you?” He’s ready to beg for it if Taehyun makes him—and he has a sinking feeling that he will.
“You wanna fuck me?” The blonde tilts his hand, momentarily halting his grinding. “But, I thought you said I could do whatever I wanted with you?” His hands are now both back on Soobin’s shoulders, the gentle pressure almost taunting his sensitivity at the moment.
“I did- You can- But,” he gasps as blunt fingernails dig into his skin through his shirt, “I just- I really want to fuck you.”
“But I really want to ride you.” Taehyun fake-pouts, leaning back so his palms rest behind him, on Soobin’s thighs. He uses it as leverage to lift himself up, pulling himself entirely off of the older’s cock. “Can I ride you, Soobin?” Like a tease, he hovers there, waiting for an answer to his question.
“Yes, yes- You can do whatever you want, like I said,” he pants in response. With the way the younger was holding onto his legs, he could barely thrust upward if he tried, anyway.
The same blinding smile spreads across his face, and this time, Soobin has the luxury of just being able to stare. That is, until Taehyun sinks back down on him, and suddenly his head falls back with the pleasure, landing on the mattress with a muffled thud.
He doesn’t realize his hands fall with him until Taehyun guides them back on his waist, encouraging Soobin to let them wander further. “It’s no fun to put on a show if no one’s watching,” he laughs, slowly working his hips up and down. The taller’s eyes are still closed as he revels in this newfound sensation, but they snap open when a hand snakes its way behind his neck, lifting his head so his gaze rests squarely on Taehyun. “Don’t you wanna see?”
Earnestly, he nods, letting his hands slip under the blonde’s crop top once more. His skin is even warmer now, as he begins to move his body skillfully. He can’t imagine why he nearly decided to not look at the pretty boy sitting in his lap, bouncing on his cock.
Soobin doesn’t have half the brain he needs to put his thoughts into words, but if he could, he thinks it would be some variation of chanting “Pretty, pretty, pretty,” either until he cums so hard he blacks out or Taehyun kisses him to shut him up. Now that his gaze is firmly on him, the younger pulls his hand back, instead using it to lead Soobin’s to his neck, letting him wrap it around ever-so-gently.
He doesn’t dare move, even after the blonde lets go of his hand. It simply rests there, taunting both of them with how his middle finger and thumb can almost touch at the back of Taehyun’s throat. For a moment, the only sound in the room is soft panting as they both halt their actions. Soobin is far too scared that he’ll cross a line if he does anything more than this.
Taehyun gulps, and they can both feel his Adam’s apple bob with the motion. “You can squeeze a little,” he starts, lifting his hand up to hold the taller’s in place once again. He adds a little pressure, encouraging Soobin to do the same.
Doing as he’s told, he carefully watches the blonde’s reaction to his grip, pausing only when he begins to bounce in his lap again. It’s an interesting position, that’s for sure—Taehyun is in his lap, hand around his throat, but they both know he’s still the one in charge. Soobin finds that he doesn’t want to be in control, either; he’s just enjoying the boy’s pleasure-filled reactions. As he’s admiring the way his face twists in satisfaction, a quiet, “Pretty,” makes its way out of his mouth.
Surprisingly, the blonde simply blushes, then guides Soobin’s other hand under his crop top and to his chest. “Touch me, then, if you think I'm so pretty,” he provokes. He returns his own hands to their previous position on the older’s thighs, leaning back as far as their current stance will let him while he continues to work his hips down onto the man beneath him.
The first moan Taehyun lets out is music to his ears. It’s angelic, almost, and it’s only incentive for him to keep playing with his nipples. Curiously, he rolls the nub between his fingers, pinching ever-so-slightly. The sound it pulls out of the younger is equally as heavenly, especially when combined with the way his hole tightened around him.
“Oh, keep doing that,” he gasps, nails digging into the flesh of Soobin’s legs.
He obliges, watching Taehyun’s face scrunch and relax with every squeeze to his throat and pinch to his neck. Briefly, his gaze drops from the boy's pretty face to his lower half. He watches the way the blonde bounces on his length, amazed by his leg strength and stamina. Moreover, he watches the way Taehyun’s cock bounces with him, a strained, reddish-pink and leaking precum out of the tip.
Almost as pretty as him, he thinks, although he would never have the gall to say something like that out loud. As he trails his eyes back up the younger’s body, he lingers on the way the fabric of his crop top has begun sticking to his back with sweat. Soobin moves his hand from the boy’s chest to his back, a motion that results in a small sound of complaint.
As he pulls the fabric away, the idea of removing it entirely strikes him. He looks up at Taehyun’s face, giving his neck another especially tight squeeze before moving his hand to the hem of the shirt, pulling it up to reveal the rest of the blonde’s body.
“You want it off?” Taehyun asks, throwing his head back now that he wasn't restrained by Soobin’s grip. He easily pulls off the top with one hand, still keeping his tempo.
He can only look at the exposed skin with awe. “Every part of you is so pretty,” he mumbles, too focused on tracing over every inch of skin to watch Taehyun’s reaction this time. He draws both his hands to hover over his chest, only dragging his fingers over the exposed nipples in teasing touches.
In response, the blonde stops moving, landing in Soobin’s lap with heavy panting. “Stop that,” he bites, albeit a smile ghosts his lips. “Do it like you mean it.”
Naturally, he complies, going back to how he was pinching at the nubs previously. Still, it doesn’t get nearly as good of a reaction from Taehyun as it did the first time he did it. He lifts himself into a more upright position, shifting his weight to one arm that sinks into the soft mattress. He replaces his hand’s previous place on Taehyun’s body with his lips, nipping at the hardened flesh.
Taehyun lets out his loudest moan of the night, partially in shock but mostly in pleasure. “Oh, Soobin,” he laughs breathily, wrapping one of his hands around his head to keep him where he is.
Soobin takes this as a good sign, now cautiously sucking on the area of his chest around the nipple. He looks up at Taehyun as he does so, enjoying the view of the blonde’s bouncing figure. As he makes another pinch with the hand still on the boy’s chest, he halts abruptly.
For a moment, they sit still. Soobin’s stomach drops at the notion that he may have done something wrong.
He leans back, still staying upright. “Why'd you stop?”
“I was going to cum if we kept going,” Taehyun responds, panting lightly. He brushes his bangs off his face, wiping off some of the sweat coating his forehead.
“...Why'd you stop?” Soobin asks again, more bewildered by the answer.
“You wouldn't have?” The blonde tilts his head, seemingly also confused. “Cum, I mean. If I came before you, you wouldn't have, unless I blew you again, or something.”
He watches him for a moment, trying to understand his thought process. “I don't mind,” he responds slowly, unsure if he’s comprehending what the younger is saying.
“Don't mind what? Me cumming before you?”
He only nods, doubtful of why the concept is so hard to grasp. He may be the less experienced one, but he can’t imagine that it’s so weird for him to be okay with Taehyun cumming first. “I want to make you feel good.”
“So…you like being used like a toy?” his tone implies that he’s trying to poke fun, but the description does seem fitting.
Soobin blushes a little too hard at it. “I guess,” he starts, mouth suddenly drying out. “If it means you feel good.”
The blonde doesn’t respond before he starts back up, this time with a more determined pace. “Keep doing what you were doing,” he mutters, tapping Soobin’s head as encouragement for him to go back to his previous stance.
He does so with ease, enjoying how much more vigorously Taehyun rode him, now. The younger’s hands were both clasped onto his shoulders, rather than his thighs, giving him more leverage to lift himself.
The way he was moving, it was clear the boy’s goal had shifted from making Soobin feel good to making himself feel good. Yet, somehow, this felt more enjoyable for the older, too. He can feel Taehyun pressed against him this way, and that includes his neglected boner, which was rubbing against his clothed torso.
Soobin is honestly shocked he was able to almost cum with prostate stimulation alone; he couldn’t imagine it feels that good. But, with all the little noises the boy on top of him is making, he’s beginning to think that it does.
“I’m close, too, Taehyun,” he groans, feeling even more aroused by the idea of Taehyun being able to get off solely on the feeling of having something inside him. “You’re so amazing, oh my god,” he groans, mere seconds from unloading into the condom.
Taehyun beats him to it, though, spurting strips of white onto Soobin’s shirt and his own stomach. He keeps going, but they can both feel the way his legs begin to shake. Lucky for him, it only takes one extra thrust for Soobin to follow suit, resting his head against the younger’s chest and wrapping his arms around him as he cums.
As they both finish, they sit in that position while they catch their breath. He can hear Taehyun’s heart pounding like this, even with his own heartbeat echoing in his ears. “You’re amazing,” he repeats, murmuring the words into his skin.
“Thanks,” Taehyun laughs, breathless. They only move when he initiates it, climbing off Soobin only to fall onto the mattress next to him. “Can you,” he waves towards the table, presumably for the wipes sitting right on top.
The older scrambles to get them, peeling off his used condom and placing it in one before using another two to wipe Taehyun clean. For now, he leaves the trash on the table, too hyped up on the post-orgasm high to think straight.
He takes off his soiled shirt before lying next to his date, and the blonde curls away from him, latching onto his arm. It reminds Soobin of a cute kitten trying to get warm. “Do you want your clothes?” he asks, but the younger can barely shake his head in response.
For about ten minutes, they lay still, recovering both mentally and physically.
“So,” Soobin starts, still a little hazy, “How often do you bring home guys you met at work?”
“Basically never,” Taehyun answers in a heartbeat. He's tracing shapes into Soobin’s arm. “You're an exception.”
That makes his heart flutter just a little bit. “Well…How often do you date guys you met at work?” He presses, curious to learn what Taehyun’s idea of what will happen next is.
“Never.” He turns around, abandoning the older’s arm to lay on his chest instead. “Is this your attempt to ask me out on another date?”
“Kind of?” They stare at each other for a beat, then both begin to laugh. Just quiet giggles, barely louder than the sound of Taehyun’s clock ticking.
There's another lapse of silence before he gets a response. “I don't really date, Soobin.” Despite the words, his tone doesn't imply that it's a rejection. More of a warning.
Taehyun’s playing with the hem of his shirt now, picking at the loose threads. “Neither do I, technically.” They share another laugh. “Would you give me a chance?”
“To what, court me?” he says it like the idea itself is ridiculous.
“Yeah, if that's what it takes.” Taehyun looks up at him, and they hold each other’s gaze for what feels like centuries. Soobin thinks about their date—before they got to the apartment, mostly—about all of his cute little habits, his pretty smile, the sparkle in his eyes. Briefly (and dramatically), he thinks that if he’s rejected right now, he’ll never recover.
“Okay,” Taehyun sighs a laugh, breaking the eye contact.
“Okay?” He repeats, hopeful.
“Okay.”