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“Hey Yeonjun hyung, I forgot to bring some clothes, could you lend me some of yours?” Taehyun called out from the bedroom. His voice was casual, as if asking to borrow a pencil rather than a piece of clothing that would cling to his body like a second skin. Yeonjun was in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for their dinner, the aroma of garlic and chili peppers filling the air. He paused for a moment before responding, his mind racing.
“Sure, just come and pick something from my drawer, I’ll be in here cooking up a storm!” Yeonjun yelled back, trying to keep his excitement in check. He had always been curious about Taehyun's physique, but the other man was not one for flaunting his body. Taehyun emerged from the bedroom, a crumpled shirt in hand. The fabric was stretched tight across his broad chest, the sleeves stopping just before the elbows, showing off the sinewy forearms that Yeonjun hadn’t noticed before. He swallowed hard, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest.
Taehyun approached the kitchen, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed Yeonjun’s reaction. Yeonjun was frozen, his knife hovering above the cutting board. Their eyes met, and in that moment, the air between them crackled with tension. The room felt suddenly smaller, the heat from the stove radiating outward as if to match the fire that was building inside Yeonjun. Taehyun stepped closer, his muscles rippling with every movement, and Yeonjun felt the warmth of his body, so close and yet so far.
“What’s the matter, hyung? Cat got your tongue?” Taehyun teased, his voice dropping to a playful growl. Yeonjun’s cheeks flushed, and he quickly turned back to the stove, hoping the heat there would be less intense than what he was feeling right now. He couldn’t believe how much his body was responding to this simple act of intimacy. He heard Taehyun chuckle behind him, the sound sending shivers down his spine. And then, without warning, Taehyun’s strong arms wrapped around his slim waist, pulling him close. The shirt was so tight that Yeonjun could feel every defined muscle pressing against him, and he couldn’t help the gasp that escaped his lips.
“Looks like I picked the right size, huh?” Taehyun whispered in his ear, his breath hot and sweet from the mint he’d popped in earlier. Yeonjun’s eyes widened as he felt Taehyun’s hand sneak under the hem of the borrowed shirt, his fingertips tracing the line of his abs. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe. It was as if every part of his body was on high alert, waiting for the next touch, the next whispered word that would send him spiraling over the edge. The kitchen, which had once been a place of comfort and familiarity, was now a minefield of desire, each step threatening to set off an explosion of passion.
Taehyun leaned in closer, his teeth grazing Yeonjun’s earlobe. “You’re already hard for me, hyung?” His voice was a dark promise, a question that didn’t really need an answer. Yeonjun’s breath hitched, and he felt his knees weaken. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable, and he knew that Taehyun could feel it too. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take without breaking, without giving in to the urges that were screaming at him from every nerve ending.
“Tae... hyun...” Yeonjun stuttered, trying to form coherent words. He hadn’t realized how much he’d been craving this, how much he needed to be touched and claimed by the man he loved. But now, with Taehyun’s arms around him, his body so close that he could feel the heat of his skin through the fabric of the shirt, he knew that he couldn’t hold back much longer.
Taehyun’s hand traveled lower, his palm cupping Yeonjun’s growing arousal. He gave it a gentle squeeze, eliciting a whimper from Yeonjun. The sound was music to his ears, a sweet symphony of need that spurred him on. He nibbled at Yeonjun’s neck, his teeth leaving a trail of fire along the sensitive skin. Yeonjun’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his body arching into the touch, desperate for more.
With a swift motion, Taehyun turned Yeonjun around, pressing him against the counter. The vegetables and spices were forgotten, the only thing that mattered was the electric connection between their bodies. Yeonjun’s eyes searched Taehyun’s, looking for any sign of hesitation, any reason to stop. But what he found was a mirror of his own desire, a hunger that matched his own. Taehyun leaned in, their lips meeting in a kiss that was as fiery as the chilies on the cutting board. It was a kiss that spoke of passion and need, a kiss that promised a night of unbridled pleasure.
Their bodies melded together as if they were made to fit, every inch of Taehyun’s hardness meeting Yeonjun’s softness. Yeonjun’s hands slid up Taehyun’s arms, feeling the power and strength beneath the skin. He wrapped his legs around Taehyun’s waist, pulling him closer, needing him deeper. Taehyun’s hands roamed over Yeonjun’s body, exploring and claiming every inch as his own. The kitchen, once a mundane place, was now a stage for their passion, the counter a place of surrender.
Breaking the kiss, Taehyun whispered, “Bedroom, now.” It wasn’t a question, it was a command that Yeonjun obeyed without hesitation. He could feel Taehyun’s arousal pressing against him, and he knew that tonight, he was going to experience something that would change their relationship forever. They stumbled out of the kitchen, leaving a trail of desire in their wake. The tension had reached a boiling point, and there was no going back now. As they reached the bedroom, Yeonjun’s heart was racing with excitement and fear, knowing that this moment would either make or break them. But he trusted Taehyun, and he knew that whatever happened next would be worth it.
The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep the outside world at bay. Taehyun gently set Yeonjun on the bed, the mattress sighing beneath them. He looked at Yeonjun with a fierce hunger in his eyes, a look that made Yeonjun’s blood sing. He reached up and slowly began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the taut abs and broad chest that had been hidden beneath the fabric. Yeonjun’s eyes devoured the sight, his own arousal growing with every inch of skin that was bared. He reached out to help, but Taehyun grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head.
“Let me do this,” he said, his voice gruff with need. Yeonjun nodded, his eyes never leaving Taehyun’s as he watched him strip away his clothing, revealing the powerful body that had been hidden beneath. Taehyun’s muscles bulged and shifted with every movement, casting shadows in the soft light. His snake bites peeked out from the collar of the shirt, adding an edgy allure to his already handsome features. Yeonjun felt his own breath catch in his throat as he took in the sight of his boyfriend, who had suddenly become a stranger, a dominating force of passion that he hadn’t seen before.
Once the shirt was off, Taehyun moved to straddle Yeonjun’s thighs, his own arousal straining against his pants. He leaned down, capturing Yeonjun’s mouth in a bruising kiss, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other’s mouths with a newfound urgency. Yeonjun’s hands moved to Taehyun’s shoulders, his nails digging into the taut muscles as he pulled him closer, needing the friction of their bodies to ease the ache that was building within him. Taehyun’s hands found the button of Yeonjun’s pants, deftly popping it open before sliding the zipper down, freeing his eager cock.
Their clothes were hastily discarded, their bodies coming together in a tangle of limbs and passion. Taehyun’s hand wrapped around Yeonjun’s cock, stroking him with a firm grip that had Yeonjun’s hips bucking upward. He moaned into the kiss, the sensation almost too much to handle. Taehyun’s other hand trailed down to Yeonjun’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze before sliding a finger along his crease, teasing the tight hole that was already begging for more. Yeonjun’s breath hitched, and he pushed back against the digit, silently begging for penetration.
Taehyun chuckled against his lips, the sound low and dark. “So eager, hyung?” He whispered, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He leaned back, reaching into the bedside drawer to grab a bottle of lube. Yeonjun watched with bated breath as Taehyun coated his fingers, the clear liquid glistening in the low light. He knew what was coming, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. Taehyun leaned back in, pressing a single lubed finger inside him, stretching him gently. Yeonjun’s body tensed, the sensation unfamiliar yet incredibly arousing. He moaned, his body already adjusting to the intrusion, craving more.
As Taehyun worked his fingers in and out of Yeonjun, the older man’s hips began to move in sync, his body begging for the final release. But Taehyun wasn’t done teasing him yet. He withdrew his hand, leaving Yeonjun whimpering in frustration. He leaned down to whisper, “Patience, hyung. Good things come to those who wait,” before kissing a trail down his body, stopping to lick and nibble at his nipples, making Yeonjun squirm.
Yeonjun’s eyes rolled back in his head as Taehyun’s tongue flicked against his sensitive skin, his breaths coming in short gasps. His body was a canvas of sensation, every touch a masterstroke that painted a picture of desire that was impossible to ignore. Taehyun’s mouth traveled lower, his teeth scraping against the ridges of Yeonjun’s abs before settling on his cock, now standing tall and proud. He took it into his mouth, the heat and wetness enveloping Yeonjun in a world of pleasure that he’d never known before. The older man’s hands found purchase in Taehyun’s hair, guiding the pace, urging him deeper.
Taehyun took his time, savoring the taste of Yeonjun’s skin, the salty sweetness of his precum. He swirled his tongue around the tip, feeling the pulse of Yeonjun’s arousal beneath his touch. Yeonjun’s hips bucked upward, trying to force more of himself into Taehyun’s mouth, but Taehyun knew exactly how to keep him on the edge, how to make him beg for release. His hand moved to cup Yeonjun’s balls, rolling them gently as he continued to suck and lick, building the tension until Yeonjun’s legs were trembling.
Finally, when Yeonjun could take it no longer, Taehyun pulled away, his lips glistening with lube and precum. He climbed back up Yeonjun’s body, aligning their cocks so that they slid together, a slick dance of passion. Yeonjun’s eyes snapped open, locking onto Taehyun’s. The younger man’s gaze was intense, filled with a primal hunger that sent a shiver down his spine. He knew that he was in for a night of unbridled passion, and he was more than ready to give himself over to it.
With a swift motion, Taehyun positioned himself at Yeonjun’s entrance, his cock thick and hard with need. He pushed in slowly, giving Yeonjun time to adjust to the intrusion. Yeonjun’s eyes widened, his breath catching as he felt the pressure build. It was tight, so tight, but the burn was quickly replaced by a fullness that had him craving more. Taehyun’s eyes never left his, watching every flicker of pleasure and pain as he inched deeper, his muscles straining with the effort of holding back.
Once fully seated, Taehyun paused, giving Yeonjun a moment to adjust. Yeonjun took a deep breath, his body stretched to its limits around Taehyun’s cock. He nodded, silently giving his consent for Taehyun to proceed. And proceed he did. With a low growl, Taehyun began to move, his hips setting a rhythm that had Yeonjun’s eyes rolling back in his head. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through him, his body tightening around Taehyun like a vice. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of lust that echoed off the walls.
Taehyun’s hands found Yeonjun’s hips, his grip firm as he drove into him, his muscles rippling with every movement. Yeonjun’s nails dug into the sheets, his body arching off the bed with every thrust. He could feel the pressure building, his orgasm coiling like a spring ready to snap. Taehyun’s own breathing grew ragged, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his own climax. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, a heady perfume that only served to drive them both higher.
Yeonjun’s body tightened, his muscles clenching around Taehyun’s cock. “I’m... I’m going to...” he gasped, unable to finish the sentence. Taehyun’s eyes darkened with lust, “C’mon then hyung, cum for me.” He breathed out, stroking Yeonjun’s cock with his thrusts, matching the rhythm of his hips. Yeonjun’s body obeyed, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He cried out, his cock pulsing between Taehyun’s fingers as he came, the sensation so intense that his vision swam with stars.
Taehyun watched the pleasure play out on Yeonjun’s face, feeling his own release building. He increased his pace, his muscles straining as he chased after the high that Yeonjun had just reached. Yeonjun’s walls tightened around him, the contractions pushing him closer to the edge. “Fuck...” Taehyun groaned, his hips stuttering as he reached his peak. He thrust deep, his cock pulsing as he filled Yeonjun with his warmth. They both trembled with the aftershocks of their shared climax, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum.
They lay there for a moment, their chests heaving in unison. Taehyun leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Yeonjun’s forehead. “You okay?” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. Yeonjun nodded, unable to find the words to describe the ecstasy that had just washed over him. He felt... changed, somehow. Like a part of him had been unlocked that he didn’t even know existed. Taehyun pulled out slowly, the feeling of emptiness making Yeonjun whine softly.
They cleaned up quickly, the tension in the room now replaced with a comfortable warmth. They cuddled together under the covers, their limbs entangled as they caught their breath. Yeonjun’s heart felt full, like it was swelling in his chest. He looked up at Taehyun, who was smiling down at him with a softness that made his heart flutter. “That was...” Yeonjun trailed off, unable to find the words to express what he was feeling.
Taehyun chuckled, a sound that was as warm as the embrace they were sharing. “It was perfect, hyung. Just perfect.” He leaned in to press a soft kiss to Yeonjun’s lips. Yeonjun could feel his cheeks heat up at the affectionate term of endearment. He didn’t know what the future held for them, but in that moment, all he knew was that he never wanted to let go of this feeling, never wanted to be anywhere but here, in the arms of the man he loved, who had just claimed him so completely. And as they drifted off to sleep, the kitchen and its forgotten dinner a distant memory, Yeonjun felt a sense of peace that he hadn’t felt in a long time. This was home, and he never wanted to leave.