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taeyang was never meant to overhear intak's conversation with keeho, it's why intak had closed his bedroom door for god's sake. but when keeho is surprised, he gets loud and repeats things a lot, and then next thing you know, taeyang is bringing up the thing he wasn't supposed to hear while the two of them are having some polite post-work banter.
"so, you've really never been eaten out?"
intak chokes on his sip of beer and briefly hopes it ends him before taeyang is patting his back and handing him his glass of water. when he's finally collected himself, he's unable to meet taeyang's eyes. "w-what are you talking about?" he stutters out.
taeyang at least has the decency to look ashamed. "sorry, i was in the kitchen when your friend keeho was over and i kind of heard your conversation."
"our conversation," intak repeats, his face paling.
"yeah, i went back to my room to avoid it but he was really loud and it seemed serious so i was kind of listening in. i didn't expect it to be about—"
"don't say it." intak doesn't need a reminder. he still remembers the face keeho made when he told him.
they were sharing dating horror stories. keeho went on a date with some alpha that was rude to the waitstaff and intak had just gotten out of a situationship with an omega he could only describe as stubborn.
"like, maybe it's my fault for only dating omegas, but it's just not fair. if i'm willing to try being tied up, then he should be open to me sitting on his face. isn't that what people call compromise?" he had complained.
"i agree," keeho enthusiastically nodded. "he should've been more receptive, especially when you were being so open-minded with him."
"thank you. besides, i don't even know if i like it, and it would've been nice if—"
"wait," keeho interjected. he squinted at intak, and the younger didn't like whatever it was that was about to come out of keeho's mouth next. "you've never sat on someone's face?"
intak flushed red. "why are you saying it like some tragedy? i've still—"
"but you've been eaten out, right?" intak went stiff. "intak, please tell me you've at least been eaten out before."
"well—"
"oh my god!" and that's when keeho started getting louder and repeating things. there was a monologue, at some point, about how intak needs to treat himself better and voice his wants during sex, about how "as an omega, it's his god-given right to be eaten out," and then another very unempathetic part about how he was missing out on "one of life's few wonders."
the rest is fuzzy. he's been trying not to remember a lot of it. partly because of how embarrassed he was at the fact that apparently he's been sleeping with "all the wrong people if they're not trying to eat you out" and partly because he knows keeho is right.
he does deserve to get eaten out. he's a handsome, healthy omega and he has been told by many people he has a lovely scent. so why hasn't it happened yet? maybe because he puts his partner's needs above his own, maybe because he's a people pleaser, or maybe because he's kind of in love with his roommate, thus making it difficult to be fully vulnerable with people who aren't said roommate.
either way, lots of reasons, and not enough getting eaten out.
which brings him back to this horrible moment.
"no one's ever offered?" taeyang asks. his brows are furrowed like this is a genuine concern to him—the fact that intak has never sat on someone's face before—and intak doesn't know if he should be humiliated or endeared.
"i mean, it's not something i go in expecting from my partners. and i guess i don't voice it that much, but still, i didn't realize i was 'missing out' on anything until keeho went off about it," intak says, shrinking in his seat.
"i see," taeyang nods. he then taps his fingers on the table, the rhythm slow and even. intak can see the gears turning in his head and it worries him.
it's not like taeyang would make fun of him. they throw quips back and forth all the time, but when it comes down to stuff like this, topics that actually shake intak's confidence, taeyang is understanding. maybe he'll give intak some advice on how to express himself better in bed, maybe he'll tell intak that getting eaten out isn't that amazing, or maybe—
"why don't you let me do it?"
intak's whole brain turns into static. just loud, fuzzy noise frying his neurons and melting him from the inside out. maybe he did die choking on that beer, because there is no universe where choi taeyang, his roommate of three years, crush, and very good friend, is currently offering to eat him out, right?
"w-what?" intak sputters. there's very little brain-to-mouth communication going on. if he's not careful, he might tell taeyang he's in love with him. "you're joking, right?"
"why would i be joking?" he's making direct eye contact. he's obviously not as affected as intak is right now, and that makes him feel even crazier.
"because you're—" he stops, taking a shallow breath. "you're my roommate. you're my friend."
"yes, and good friends help each other when they need it," taeyang says. he places a warm hand on intak's thigh, and the younger instinctively pulls his legs closer together. "and you need it, don't you? i don't want you to miss out on—what did keeho call it again?"
intak gulps. "one of life's few wonders."
"yeah, that. besides, it's just some experimenting to see if you like it. let hyung help you," taeyang suggests, like he's offering to help intak flip his mattress.
intak turns his head to reply, but when he does, taeyang is only millimeters away. intak can feel his breath on his lips and it would be so easy to lean in, to kiss taeyang and find out if he tastes as sweet as his warm vanilla scent.
taeyang runs his tongue across his lips and intak follows the movement with his eyes. he imagines taeyang's pink tongue on his skin, his thighs, tracing the pucker of his hole, and blood rushes to his face—maybe also somewhere further south. taeyang looks so pretty under the shitty lights of their apartment. taeyang would look so pretty underneath him.
"your scent is giving you away," taeyang says, a smirk on his lips. the hand on his thigh squeezes hard and intak can't suppress the noise that escapes his throat.
"hyung," he gasps, as taeyang's hand moves closer and closer to his crotch. his hole clenches around nothing, and god, he's wet. all taeyang did was offer and squeeze his thigh, and intak is already wet from the thought. fucking embarrassing.
"it's okay," taeyang soothes. his eyes are dark, pupils dilated, and intak takes a deep breath. aside from his own cinnamon scent, he can now smell the sugary sweetness of taeyang's as well. taeyang is affected too, and that's enough reassurance for intak to lean in and kiss him.
he's being overeager, he knows that, but what else is he supposed to do when taeyang just offered to eat him out? besides, they both want this. intak knows that from the way both their scents are filling up their apartment, sweet and nutty, and practically choking him. the fact that taeyang is kissing him back just as hard is a good indicator too. his tongue is in intak's mouth like he's trying to devour him whole, and intak would gladly let him.
he runs his hands through taeyang's hair and taeyang's hands find his waist. they slot perfectly against each other, and it doesn't feel like a "spur-of-the-moment-offering to-fuck-your-roommate-for-the-experience" type of kiss at all. it feels like there's a lot more than that, honestly, like actual feelings at play and shit, but intak doesn't have the brainpower to analyze that right now, not when he's got better things going on. like taeyang dragging him to his bedroom, tugging off his shirt, and taking off his pants. stuff like that.
he's seen taeyang shirtless plenty of times before, even naked due to those two weeks in march last year when they had to save on hot water, but he's never had time to appreciate. so now that he does, he shamelessly ogles taeyang. he takes note of the tattoos on his arms, the softness of his stomach, the curve of his dick against his abdomen, and the muscles in his thighs.
fuck, taeyang is beautiful, but then again, intak has known that for a long time now.
"stop staring," taeyang says, cheeks tinted red. "i wanna see you too." and if the love of intak's life tells him to do something, intak will do it. so he makes quick work of his clothes and tackles taeyang against the mattress. neither of them is experiencing their heat right now, but that doesn't change the fact that they're both a little desperate, a little needy, itching to touch and be touched.
"you're so pretty," intak murmurs against taeyang's lips. "my pretty hyung." he can feel his own slick leaking from his hole, dripping onto taeyang's stomach below. he scoops some up with his fingers and brings it to taeyang's mouth.
taeyang needs no prompting as he grips intak's wrist and guides them between his lips. he works his tongue around them, thorough and hungry, and swallows the taste of intak down his throat.
"you taste sweet, intak-ah," taeyang says when he finally pulls away. his voice is breathy. it makes intak's head spin. "can't wait to get my mouth on you." he has the audacity to smirk after saying that, and intak immediately leans down to kiss him again.
he likes kissing. he's a romantic at heart, sue him. he knows as an omega, he's biologically supposed to be more attracted to the idea of being filled and knotted, but feeling someone's lips on his has always been his favorite part.
he wonders if taeyang knows this as he lets intak press him into the mattress and run his tongue along his teeth. taeyang's lips are soft and thick and intak can't help but get lost in it, this heady feeling that maybe only taeyang can give him.
but even taeyang, as patient as he is, eventually pulls away.
"i don't mind just making out, but we can also get to the part where you sit on my face, if you still want that," taeyang says. there's no quiet insistence like before. if intak is second-guessing, this is his time to back out. after all, sex with your friend is still sex with your friend. it's hard to go back on that.
but intak sees the desire in taeyang's gaze, and he knows he wants this. his eyes trace the sharpness of his jawline, the slope of his nose, and the plushness of his lips. yeah, if intak doesn't end this night with taeyang's tongue inside of him, he's going to be forced to live a life of regret.
"i want this. i want you." it's a little too honest, a little blurred at the edges, but taeyang just squeezes intak's waist, and intak knows that it's okay: to be honest, to be blurred.
"come on then." he gives intak a light slap on the ass as encouragement and it makes the younger yelp. he waits as taeyang finds a comfortable position to lie back in, and intak awkwardly crawls forward.
"are you ready, intak-ah?" taeyang asks from underneath him. he rubs a soothing hand against his thigh and intak nods.
"y-yeah. 'm ready, hyung."
despite the nerves, intak is excited. he's about to get eaten out for the first time in his life and it's kind of a big deal. even bigger because it's taeyang, and despite the walls that separate their bedrooms, intak knows taeyang must have a trick or two in bed if the alphas that limp out of his room in the morning are any indication.
intak swallows hard before slowly lowering himself, taeyang's hand on his hips guiding him. he's trembling, and at some point taeyang's patience must wear thin, because he grabs intak and pulls him down.
the first press of taeyang's tongue against his opening has him gasping for air. it's more than he expected: the stimulation, the wet muscle against his rim. maybe keeho was right, intak has been missing out.
he continues to let out breathy, trembling whines as taeyang slowly works on him. his tongue slips past the tight ring of muscles and it's so good that intak feels like crying.
"need it, need you, hyung," he begs. he starts to rock back and forth and taeyang helps him with a firm grip on his waist. tears roll down his cheeks as taeyang switches between slurping down his slick and fucking him open with his tongue, and the noise is so vulgar intak would pass out from shame if he was conscious enough to.
taeyang spreads both of his cheeks for better access and it makes intak whimper, nearly toppling over. he's so close, he knows if he touches himself he'll come instantly. but the whole point of this is taeyang eating him out, so he disciplines himself to just rely on his hyung. taeyang will take good care of him. he knows that.
"you taste so good, intak-ah. so sweet for me," taeyang says. intak whines at the praise and squeezes the headboard so hard he's worried it will splinter.
"more, hyung. more, please," he pants. he rolls his hips harder, fucking himself on taeyang's face and making a mess. the sound of taeyang lapping at his slick, wet and obscene, echoes in his head. he moans louder, hoping taeyang will just pick up on his words and do something, but taeyang, as infuriating as he is beautiful, just laughs from below him, warm puffs of air against intak's hole.
"you're adorable, baby."
before intak can say anything about the pet name, taeyang slips two fingers in along with his tongue and intak doubles over. taeyang's fingers are a lot longer than they look because he finds intak's prostate with almost practiced ease, pressing against the bundle of nerves while continuously fucking his tongue inside of him. he feels like he's in heaven. taeyang's fingers stretch him to lick inside of him better, and intak's cock hurts from how hard he is.
"h-hyung, i-i'm—" he doesn't finish his sentence before he's coming all over taeyang's face. his dick squirts cum pathetically across his abdomen, and all intak can do is keep clenching, desperate to keep taeyang inside of him. he knows he should probably get up, but taeyang's tongue is so warm and intak doesn't know if he'll get a chance like this again. so he grips taeyang's hair and continues to ride his face, hips rolling bolder and faster as more and more slick leaks out.
he feels slightly guilty, continuing to take and take, but taeyang is still making those wet slurping noises, and his fingers are still sliding in and out, so he can't be the only one enjoying this, right? it's okay if he comes one more time?
intak speeds up his movements, and it isn't long before that familiar heat swirls in his gut again. he finishes again with a loud cry, more cum leaking from his dick, and slick gushing from his hole. he wants to collapse, but before he can do so, he's being lifted and thrown onto his back.
when he blinks again, taeyang is looking down at him with a wild look in his eyes. "were you trying to kill me?" taeyang rasps out. he's hovering over intak and the younger's cheeks burn when he sees the state taeyang is in. his entire face—and even some of his hair—is drenched in his slick and his pink lips are shiny and swollen. it unfortunately makes intak's cock twitch against his stomach and he doesn't hesitate before dragging taeyang down to kiss him. he tastes himself on the older's lips and it's dizzying. taeyang kisses him back, eagerly, maybe even spitefully, pulling all the breath from his lungs, and intak has to claw at his back to get him to pull away.
"that was good, really good," intak says, out of breath. there are probably better words for him to use, but he can't think of any of them right now. he wonders if it's possible that taeyang may have tongue-fucked half of his vocabulary out of his brain.
"was it? i'm glad. it makes you almost murdering me with your thighs more worthwhile," taeyang says, amused. he caresses intak’s cheek with his hand and intak can’t look away. "you know, you're lucky you're cute or else we would be having an argument about it right now. you were tugging on my hair a lot harder than you think."
intak freezes. "you think i'm cute?"
taeyang laughs. "of course i think you're cute. you're always cute."
"oh." he's run out of words again. the only option left is to throw his arms around taeyang's waist and roll him to the side so he can scent him, so that's what he does. he buries his nose in the crook of his neck, inhales warm vanilla, and prays that taeyang will stop talking.
but of course, taeyang doesn't. because he's taeyang, and if he didn't make intak's life a little harder than it needed to be, intak wouldn't be in love with him.
"you feel okay?" the older asks, wrapping his arms around intak's neck and angling his head to give him better access.
"yeah, good. i feel good,” he murmurs, leaving a kiss against taeyang's pale skin, right above his scent gland. "thank you, taeyang."
"oh, so now that i'm not getting you off, you drop the honorifics?"
"shut up," intak replies. he traces a heart with his finger on taeyang's pec and wonders if the older can tell. he probably can't, because taeyang is bad at things like this, but intak doesn't care. he likes him anyway. the fact that he now knows what it's like to get eaten out thanks to taeyang is just another reason to like him more. that, and the way he gets up to run them both a bath. as well as the way he kisses the back of intak's neck when he washes his hair. oh, and the way he helps move intak's boneless body to his bed because taeyang's is a mess. wow, there are a lot of reasons to like taeyang. intak is fucked.
"thank you for feeling comfortable enough to let me do that for you," taeyang tells him when they're bundled up under his patterned sheets. "i know i kind of sprung it on you out of the blue." there's a flush across his cheeks when he says it, and it's so cute intak thinks he's going to die.
"are you thanking me for letting you eat me out?" intak teases. he pinches taeyang's cheek and is surprised when the older doesn't pinch him back.
"maybe," he replies. "maybe i'm thanking you for trusting me. it means a lot."
with intak's head on taeyang's chest, he can feel his heartbeat, that's how he knows that right now, taeyang is nervous, maybe scared. intak thinks he's scared too.
"i really like you, intak-ah. i think i'm in love with you, actually. i think it’s good for me to say that so you know i’m not just going around offering to eat our friends out. i only offered because it’s you."
oh, that's not what intak expected, but then again, none of this night has been on his bingo card for the year.
"i think i'm in love with you too," he replies, more on instinct than anything else. it feels good saying it aloud, even better knowing taeyang feels the same way.
"that makes things easier than, doesn't it?" taeyang beams. it's toothy and bright and intak can't help but lean up and kiss him again and again. the room fills with sweet vanilla and cinnamon again and they're going to have to air out the place before their friends come over tomorrow, but intak doesn't care. especially not when he has taeyang in his hands, kissing him, loving him.
it's a lot of firsts for one night and it's not long before the orgasms and warm shower finally start to lull intak to sleep. taeyang kisses him one more time before telling him to close his eyes and intak agrees only because he can't wait to wake up tomorrow and ask taeyang to be his boyfriend.
he also can't wait to call keeho and tell him the most perfect man in the world let him sit on his face. he'll be proud of him, intak thinks. after all, his loud mouth is the reason any of this happened.