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Taesan was sitting on the living room couch, listening to the nonstop bickering between Riwoo and Woonhak as the two played video games. The youngest kept nudging the group’s dancer with his hand- trying to make Riwoo lose.
“Taesan-ah! Tell him to stop!” Woonhak’s voice was a higher pitch, as if he wasn’t the one antagonizing the other. Taesan just sighed, shifting in his seat as he used the heel of his foot to kick Riwoo’s controller, making Riwoo let out an annoyed groan- “You always take his side.”
Taesan wrinkled up his nose, denying this. He actually wasn’t sure if it was true but he refused to let a ginger be correct. Thanks to Taesan, Woonhak won and was proudly boasting this fact, going as far to take out his phone to snap a picture of the “Victory!” that was on the screen.
A loud and sudden slam sent a small jolt of surprise through the black-haired man. Taesan looked towards the front door to find the culprit- it was Leehan. A small smile was quick to appear on the man’s face as he noticed Leehan’s brown hair was curled- it hadn’t been this morning.
Staff must’ve convinced him to curl it sometime today.
His makeup was also done, but that was to be expected. What wasn’t expected was just how…good the makeup was. The light blush that fell from his temples to his cheeks, the aegyosal was the perfect pinky-brown for Leehan’s skin tone.
Someone’s rent must’ve been due.
“Hey Leehan~” Taesan sing-songed, laughing at his own tone. Riwoo and Woonhak did the same, the youngest pretending to be disgusted.
Leehan grumbled out a hey- instantly alerting Taesan to his sour mood- before stepping over the two men on the ground and plopping himself in the seat right next to his boyfriend.
“Your makeup looks nice today.” Taesan commented, bending over ever so slightly to meet Leehan’s eyes. Leehan mumbled under his breath once again, crossing his arms over his chest- it should’ve been intimidating, but the baggy gray hoodie only made it adorable.
The grumbling continued for awhile, anytime anyone asked Leehan a question all they got from the brown-haired man was an agitated mumbled mess of words. Finally, Leehan leaned against his boyfriend- finally saying something intelligible - “I’m tired… ” He whined.
Taesan laughed, leaning his head against his boyfriend’s, “You're tired?” The black-haired man parroted. Leehan nodded, kicking his legs onto the other cushion of the couch and letting his head fall into Taesan’s lap.
Taesan smiled, not wasting any time before he began to play with his boyfriend’s hair. Fingers dancing around his curls- trying his best to not completely ruin them.
Leehan’s nose wrinkled with his brows as he moved away from his boyfriend’s hand. “You’re doing it wrong.” Leehan critiqued, sass filling his tone. Taesan’s brows knit together in confusion, “Wrong?” He asked, head tilted.
Leehan nodded, looking at him like it was obvious. “Wrong.”
Taesan sighed at his boyfriend’s attitude, “Then how should I play with your hair?” He asked. Leehan thought for a moment before shrugging, “The right way.”
Taesan sighed once again, shaking his head and just resting his hand on his boyfriend’s torso. If he couldn’t do it the right way, he wouldn’t do it at all.
“Leehan-ah, d’you wanna play?” Riwoo asked, turning around to face the tired man. Leehan shook his head the best he could, “No.” His words were way too serious for the question being asked.
Taesan furrowed his brows. Sure, Leehan was sassy…but now he was bridging on just plain rude.
Leehan rolled over onto his back, brown eyes fully focused on Taesan. “I’m tired.” He said plainly. Taesan nodded, his own attitude getting the best of him- “You told me already.”
Leehan’s nostrils flared as the tiniest frown set on his lips. “I’m tired. ” Leehan repeated, waiting for the attention he so desperately craved. Taesan rolled his eyes as he heaved a sigh, sitting up a bit straighter on the couch- “Let’s go lay down then,” Taesan decided to give in, for now.
Leehan smiled, proud his whining had got him what he wanted, before sitting up and immediately starting towards the bedroom. Taesan watched him for a few moments before standing up, wishing Riwoo and Woonhak a goodnight.
The air was thicker in his room. It’s weird how that works, it’s almost like the universe knows when lust is about to fill the air. Maybe it does, or maybe Taesan’s just crazy.
Leehan was already flopped onto his back on their shared mattress, gray hoodie coming up ever so slightly- revealing the skin just above his hips. Taesan stared at him for a while, leaning against the wooden door frame- fingers calmly locking the door.
“So what’s with your attitude?” Taesan asked, arms crossed over his chest. Leehan’s lips quirked up and the love game had begun. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Leehan lied through his lips, arching against the mattress ever so slightly. It was in an effort to get more comfortable, but Taesan knew what his real intention behind it was.
“I think you do.” Taesan bit back, tapping his foot- anticipating flooding his body. Leehan bit his lip, a mischievous smile invading his face- “Well, I don’t.” Another lie.
Taesan sighed dramatically, “Alright then, guess we’re done here.” He shrugged- turning to the locked door. He was bluffing, but Leehan didn’t know that.
Leehan quickly sat up on his elbows, a pout already on his peach-toned lips. “It’s not my fault! I come home and my boyfriend’s ignoring me for some stupid game, I’m allowed to be upset!” Leehan’s words spilled out so fast, desperate to keep his boyfriend near him.
Taesan bit back a cocky smile as he turned around, “You play that game, all the time. You know that, right?”
Leehan’s huffed in annoyance as he let himself fall back onto the bed, “Whatever.”
Taesan didn’t know if it was the pout that was resting so prettily on Leehan’s lips or the kitten-kicks he was taking to his ego, either way- that was the breaking point for him.
Taesan made his way to the bed, sitting on the edge and turning towards his boyfriend. “Leehan.” His voice was firm, yet the sofiest it’d been all day. Leehan’s eyes fluttered towards his lover, big round eyes looking at him with pure want in his pupils.
Taesan took a deep breath, “Have I been ignoring you?” His tone was mockingly sweet, and it only made Leehan’s pout deeper. The black-haired man grinned at this, “Strip then,” He shrugged- trying to pretend his heart wasn’t pounding his chest.
Leehan moved so fast, so desperately that it took everything in Taesan to not laugh. Taesan licked his tongue over his teeth as Leehan laid back down- a cocky grin over his face. Poor guy.
Taesan laid on his stomach, using his elbows to prop himself up as he gazed towards Leehan’s cock- it was already hard, which didn’t surprise him much. Leehan was nothing if not impatient.
Taesan made sure to tell him this, teasing him about how he was just “ So impatient” making sure to tack on that it was kind of pathetic- in a cute way. Leehan looked as if his world was going to end if his boyfriend didn’t touch him, and admittedly, he gave in. A softie at heart.
Taesan wrapped his hand around Leehan’s cock, eyebrows lifting at the noises that began spilling from Leehan. Desperate, needy. Taesan also made sure to tell him this, “You’re so needy, always wanting attention…I don’t know how you survived without me.” He smirked, the power intoxicating his brain.
Leehan leaned his head back against the pillows, hips already bucking upwards. His mouth fell open, soft gasps escaping his lips as he withered on the soft sheets. Taesan watched, laughing silently at how… angelic Leehan looked.
“I haven’t even moved, you’re so…” Taesan didn’t even finish his sentence, Leehan knew what he was. “Taesan-ah, please… ” Leehan’s voice was whiny, high pitched. Taesan rolled his eyes but gave in, dipping his head towards Leehan’s cock- waiting a few agonizing seconds before pressing two kisses to the tip.
Leehan whined, hands reaching for Taesan’s hair in an attempt to get more…and well, Taesan couldn’t let that slide. Taesan quickly grabbed both Leehan’s wrists, shaking his head- “You’re being greedy.”
Leehan wiggled his arms but it was no use, “You’re being unfair .” The brown-haired man argued. Taesan thought for a moment, “Am I? Because I don’t have to do this for you.” He began, loosening his grip on Leehan’s cock.
Immediately, the visualist began,“No! No! I- I’m sorry!” The pleas spilled out almost as quickly as his tears did. Hot, frustrated tears that made Leehan’s pretty makeup begin to smear and smudge.
Taesan’s cocky smile quickly returned, he sat up and leaned forward- taking his hand away from Leehan’s wrist and cock- using the pads of his thumb to wipe Leehan’s tears. Okay, maybe he also liked how Leehan looked with messy makeup.
Leehan was looking at Taesan with pupils so big, so boba-like that Taesan decided he wasn’t that mad. Taesan took Leehan’s hand, kissing the back of his hand before placing it over Leehan’s lips.
“Keep it there, okay?” Taesan asked, smiling at how quickly Leehan nodded. They did not need the other members hearing them. Leehan’s chest was rising up and down rapidly, anticipating filling his veins.
Taesan focused back on Leehan’s twitching cock, wrapping his hand around it once more- lips curling up in the corner as the curly-haired man’s muffled whimpers filled his ears. At an agonizing pace, Taesan moved his hand up and down. Taking his time, never giving Leehan too much.
Somehow that was worse, because Leehan’s hips were trying to compensate for Taesan’s pace. The black haired man decided to let it slide, for today,
Occasionally, Taesan would run his thumb over the tip before pressing gentle kisses up and down Leehan’s upper legs. Taesan’s eyes would flutter up towards Leehan, his heart rate peaking at how ruined the man looked.
Loose curls framed his glossy eyes, wet eyelashes fluttering open and shut as the filthiest nosies escaped from behind his hand. Taesan loved them, but he really didn’t want to disturb the others.
“Leehan, quiet.” Taesan reminded. Leehan let out a frustrated whine before biting down on his bottom lip.
Taesan smiled at this, quickening his pace- much to Leehan’s relief.
Up and down, thumb, up and down, thumb, up and down, kiss.
The rhythm was heavenly, and Leehan looked the part. Taesan bit his own lip to stop himself from smiling with his teeth as Leehan’s legs began shaking, the muscles in his thighs betraying him.
“You’re shaking.” Taesan loved commenting on the obvious, Leehan mewled something intangible, the coil in his stomach growing tighter. A few more kisses, and Leehan was done for.
Taesan let out a soft hum as Leehan’s hand found his free one, the black-haired man wasted no time interlocking their fingers and rubbing his thumb on the pale skin.
Up and down, thumb, up and down, thumb, up and down, kiss.
Leehan’s grip on Taesan’s hand tightened as he spilled out onto his boyfriend’s hand, pins and needles filling his shaking legs.
Leehan’s teeth let go of his bottom lip to catch his breath and Taesan let out another hum at how red he’d made it. It was only then that Taesan realized just how… ruined Leehan was. His hair was a mixture of loose curls and frizz, while his mascara ran down the sides of his eyes- mixing with his blush and foundation.
Taesan pressed one more kiss to Leehan’s inner thigh before wiping his hand on anything he could- he loved Leehan, but god he hated the sticky feeling.
“You okay?” He asked, sitting up- ignoring the aching in his back. Leehan nodded, still trying to catch his breath. Taesan smiled, tilting his head to admire the mess he’d made of the brown-haired man.
Leehan really was perfect.