The door clicked open with a low creak.
The faint scent of chilled fruit, clean laundry, and a hint of something citrus lingered in the apartment's air. Joon-won stepped inside, shoulders tense, gaze sweeping cautiously from the entrance toward the kitchen and froze when he caught the sight of Tae-hyun peeking at him from behind the fridge door.
Tae-hyun's face lit up instantly, his eyes soft, the corner of his mouth tilting with mischief. He stood barefoot in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, wearing a loose, off-white linen shirt slightly open at the collar and dark drawstring shorts that clung a little too well to his thighs. His hair was slightly damp, like he'd just showered there. His ring was on the counter, next to the bowl of fruit he was dicing, like none of it was strange.
Joon-won blinked, breath caught for a second.
The flustered tension from earlier melted away in an instant.
He couldn't help it, a smile tugged at his lips as he walked in and quietly dropped his overnight bag by the door. "You little—"
Before Tae could speak, Joon was behind him.
He slid his arms around Tae's waist from behind, pulling him against his chest tightly, lips brushing up the slope of his neck and into the corner of his jaw.
"How dare you just show up like this," Joon murmured against warm skin, "without telling me. How'd you even get in?"
Tae chuckled, setting down the knife and wiping his hands casually on a towel. "You left the door open as if you had a feeling… no?"
"I don't remember giving you permission to raid my fridge."
"You weren't using it."
Joon smirked against his skin, pulling him in closer. "I missed you."
"I could tell," Tae said quietly, tilting his head slightly to let Joon kiss up under his ear. "You didn't even text me back last night."
"I was exhausted," Joon muttered, voice muffled as he kissed across Tae's cheek again, deliberately slow. "And you're distracting."
Tae grinned and leaned his head back slightly against Joon's shoulder. "You sound like you didn't mind being distracted."
They stood there for a few seconds, breathing in sync, Joon's hands tightening around Tae's waist, both of them exhaling like something inside them had been put on pause all week and only just resumed.
Eventually, Tae nudged him playfully. "C'mon. Sit. I cut up too much melon."
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At the dining table.
The fruit salad was bright with cubes of honeydew, mango, and strawberries, chilled and lightly dusted with lemon zest. Tae poured sparkling water into two glasses and sat across from Joon-won, his body relaxed, his leg brushing against Joon's under the table every so often.
Joon leaned back in his chair, arms folded, studying him.
Tae gave him a knowing look. "You're staring."
"I haven't seen you in a week."
"I sent pictures."
"Not enough."
Tae hid a smile behind his glass.
"So," he said after a beat, spearing a piece of mango, "how did the week go? With Eun-woo and Ha-eun."
Joon's expression softened and he sighed.
"It was… peaceful. Familiar," he said. "Eun-woo was happy to have me home. He's still little enough that he doesn't ask why. He just wants me there."
"And Ha-eun?"
Joon paused. "We're okay. She's… strong. Still herself. She hasn't asked much. But I know she's watching me closer than before."
Tae nodded slowly, setting his fork down, voice quieter. "Do you feel okay?"
Joon hesitated for a second then gave a small nod. "I do now."
Their eyes met across the table, steady and unspoken.
Tae smiled, lazy and warm, as he leaned back in his chair. "So I guess this was a good surprise then."
Joon hummed. "I came home thinking I'd sleep early and sulk. Instead, I walked into a damn linen shirt and fruit salad."
Tae tilted his head. "You complaining?"
Joon's gaze lingered on him for a second longer than necessary.
"…Not even a little."
They stayed at the table for a while longer, just talking about nothing in particular. News. Work. A new building project Joon had reviewed that reminded him of one Tae once mentioned. But there was something unspoken floating under the conversation now, pacing behind each word. Something inevitable.
At one point, Joon checked the time, rubbed at the back of his neck, and stood.
"I'm gonna go change," he muttered. "Can't stand this shirt anymore."
He made his way down the hall, tugging at the collar as he walked and just before he reached the door, he heard the unmistakable sound of barefoot footsteps behind him.
He turned, one eyebrow raised.
Tae was already grinning, like a cat caught doing something on purpose. "What?"
"…You're following me."
"Am I?"
Joon huffed a laugh, walking into the bedroom. "Yes."
Tae leaned against the doorframe, then slipped inside without waiting for permission. He flopped comfortably onto the bed, stretching his legs across the mattress and folding his hands behind his head like he belonged there.
Joon stared at him for a beat.
"I can't change if you're just gonna sit there staring."
"I've seen you naked," Tae pointed out casually. "More than once."
"That's not the point."
Tae smirked.
Joon shook his head, chuckling under his breath as he opened his drawer. He peeled off the button-up shirt with a sigh and slipped on a plain white T-shirt that clung to his chest a little more than intended. Then came soft, gray cotton shorts, the kind he never wore around anyone but his family. Still, he tried to act unfazed.
Behind him, Tae's eyes were sharp. Watching every movement. Quietly calculating.
Joon turned and caught that look.
"…Don't say it."
"I didn't say anything," Tae said innocently, still lounging on the bed.
"You're thinking something."
"I think a lot," he murmured, eyes scanning Joon slowly. "Most of it's very inappropriate when I'm around you."
Joon rolled his eyes and moved toward the bed, trying to ignore the way Tae's eyes trailed him. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and sat down at the edge of the mattress with a soft exhale.
Tae didn't shift.
Didn't stop staring.
Just tilted his head a little, as if studying Joon-won like a new painting in a gallery, one with hidden details he hadn't noticed before.
"What is it?" Joon asked eventually, side-eyeing him.
Tae-hyun smiled.
It was slow and predatory, yet fond. Like he knew something Joon didn't.
"Nothing," he said. "Just wondering how easily I could fluster you again."
Joon turned a little toward him, cautious. "You could try."
"Oh, I plan to."
His tone dropped not loud, not dramatic, just lower. Like gravity pulling between their ribs. He leaned in a little, voice soft now.
"You really thought I'd wait another whole week without touching you?"
Joon's fingers tightened slightly on his phone. "…That was the idea."
Tae laughed softly, inching forward on the bed until his knees nearly touched Joon's hip. He tilted his head again, gaze darker now, focused on Joon's lips.
"Do you know what it's like," Tae murmured, "to think about someone's mouth every night?"
Joon swallowed.
Tae leaned closer. "To hear their voice in your head after they hang up, imagining how they'd sound if they weren't trying so hard to sound normal?"
He placed one hand on Joon's thigh now soft, warm.
Joon stared at him, jaw tight, the shift in atmosphere unmistakable. It wasn't Tae's usual teasing tone. This was deliberate. Measured. In control.
He opened his mouth, probably to ask something snarky, probably to tell Tae to stop playing games..
but then Tae kissed him.
Fully.
No warning. No gentle build. He leaned in and took Joon's mouth with his own, lips firm, fingers curling slightly against Joon's thigh. The kiss was hot, anchored in intention.. not begging, not searching, taking.
Joon's breath caught in his throat. His phone nearly slipped from his hand as his body tilted slightly toward Tae without realizing it.
The kiss deepened for a second.
Then another.
When they finally broke, barely an inch between them, Joon's lips were parted and his gaze glassy, caught in something he hadn't expected.
Tae licked his own bottom lip slowly and whispered against Joon's lips.
"Still think you're the only one who can throw someone off?"
"Shut up.."
The kiss hung between them like smoke, warm and lingering, even after their lips parted. Tae-hyun's breath was steady, but his gaze was locked onto Joon's with the kind of slow hunger that didn't need to rush. His fingers flexed against Joon's thigh, just enough to remind him, he's not done.
But the next move didn't come from Tae.
It came from Joon.
Maybe it was pride. Maybe it was something else. But Joon didn't say a word. He just reached for Tae's collar, firm and purposeful, and pulled him back in with a rough, breathless kiss. His other hand slipped behind Tae's neck as their mouths met again, lips crashing with something hotter than hesitation this time.
Tae barely had a second to register the shift before Joon was moving shifting, adjusting and suddenly, he was straddling him.
Joon-won's thighs bracketed Tae's hips, knees pressing into the mattress, hands braced on Tae's shoulders for balance. Their chests brushed. The movement was confident, but something behind it trembled, like a flame flickering just beneath a surface of control.
Tae blinked, then let out a low, surprised laugh against Joon's mouth.
"Well, well."
Joon didn't say anything. His brows were furrowed, he was concentrating hard like he was trying not to think about what he was doing. His face was slightly flushed, and his breathing was shallow.
But he kissed Tae again. Slower this time. Like he was learning something as he did it.
Tae let him take his time, let him guide it, just for now. Let him settle into the role he clearly wanted to explore. And still, Tae could feel the tension humming in Joon's arms. That pride, that reluctance, that deep, unfamiliar vulnerability.
When they broke apart again, Joon's hands remained on Tae's shoulders. His lips were red. His gaze slightly unfocused.
Then Tae, voice soft but smug, tipped his head up and murmured.
"You do know you're literally in my lap now, right?"
Joon's eyes flicked down.
Then back up.
His ears tinged pink. "Shut up."
Tae grinned. "You're not really helping your case."
Joon huffed. "I don't—know what I'm doing," he admitted under his breath, his voice rougher than usual. "I've never done it like this. I don't know how it's supposed to… go."
He was trying so hard to sound firm, but the crack in his pride was audible.
Tae tilted his head, the grin softening. "That's the thing about it, Joon."
He slid a hand up along Joon's side, slow and steady before resting it onto his hip.
"There's no 'supposed to'. Just… feel it. Let it happen. And if you really don't know where to start—" he leaned in, lips brushing Joon's jaw, his voice dropping into a low whisper, "—I'll teach you."
Joon's eyes fluttered half-shut at the sound.
But he didn't move away.
Didn't let go.
And in that charged silence, something shifted, a power neither of them could name yet, hanging in the space between control and surrender.
They stayed like that for a moment in silence, Tae-hyun hands softly rubbing Joon-won hips while he stared down at him while staying in Tae lap, his gaze flickering downward. His fingers trembled just a little where they rested on Tae-hyun's chest, and his voice came quiet—barely above a whisper.
"…I want to try something."
Tae tilted his head. "Yeah?"
Joon avoided his eyes, ears pink, but he didn't stop.
"I… want to try giving a blow job," he mumbled, rubbing his thumb along the hem of Tae's shirt. "I've never done it before. Not to anyone."
The confession hung in the air between them, raw and unfiltered.
Tae blinked up at him, surprise and heat surging at once. His spine straightened slightly, breath caught in his throat. "You—" He shifted a little under Joon. "You're serious?"
Joon nodded once, not quite able to meet his gaze. "I just… want to know what it's like. I want to know what you feel like. Taste like.. I've been.. thinking about it."
That turned Tae's expression dark with want in an instant. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, he could feel himself getting turned on already. "You saying that— You don't know what that's doing to me."
He sat up straighter on the bed and let his legs part slightly. "Alright then," he said, voice dropping, steadier now. "Take your time. I'll talk you through it."
Joon exhaled and slid down from his lap.
There was a moment, just a moment where he slowly knelt between Tae's legs, hesitating. His fingers pressed into the bedding, and he stared up like he was still checking, still trying to figure out if this was okay.
Tae gave a small nod and reached forward, brushing Joon's hair back softly before his voice took on a firmer edge. "Now be good," he said. "Get closer."
Joon's heart pounded. He shifted forward.
"Sit up straight for me." Tae moved to the edge of the bed, planting his feet on the floor. "There. Just like that. Look at me."
Joon looked up.
Tae exhaled shakily at the sight, Joon on his knees between his legs, still in his comfy shorts, eyes flickering with hesitation and heat, cheeks slightly red.
"Now," Tae said lowly, undoing the waistband of his shorts and sliding them down himself to help Joon out, "I want you to start slow. Use your hand first. Get used to the way I feel."
Joon stared at him as he slowly took off his shorts for him and reached up, clumsy at first, fingers curling around his length with a mix of awe and nervous tension. Tae hissed through his teeth at the contact, one hand sliding through Joon's hair, cradling his head with surprising gentleness.
Joon-won slowly started stroking him, his eyes glued up onto Tae's as he waits for his commands. His fingers tightened around his cock suddenly, earning a moan from the man sitting on the bed.
"That's it," he murmured. "Not too tight. Yeah—just like that."
Joon let out a shaky breath before he leaned in, his lips brushing the tip of Tae-hyun cock experimentally before he slowly flicked his tongue across it, making Tae curse under his breath.
"Go on Joon.." Tae whispered. "Take me in your mouth.. slowly."
And so he did, hesitantly at first. He slowly wrapped his lips around his tip before lowering his head onto the rest of his length shakily.
Tae could feel the way Joon's lips trembled slightly around his cock, how careful he was, how unsure. He wasn't smooth. It wasn't practiced. His mouth was warm, but the angle was off, the suction uneven, and he pulled back twice to wipe at his mouth and whisper an uncertain, "Sorry." Under his breath, all flustered.
But Tae didn't stop him. He just groaned and said, "Don't apologize. You're doing better than you think. Just keep going."
Joon glanced up at him with his lips parted, cheeks flushed, before he leaned in to take his cock back into his mouth again. This time more confident and with a quite groan as if trying to prove he can do it.
And Tae watched his hesitation melt into something deeper. Joon's hands settled on his thighs. His rhythm steadied. His mouth opened wider the deeper he tried to take him in. He adjusted to the feel of it, the weight, the warmth, like he was memorizing every detail. His jaw flexed. His lashes fluttered.
And Tae… Tae could barely keep his voice steady.
"God… you're learning way too fast."
Joon's eyes flicked up, catching the way Tae's head tilted back, fingers tightening in the sheets.
He started to enjoy it then, not just doing it for the sake of trying, but because he liked the way Tae reacted. The little stutters in his breath. The curse words he whispered. The way his hips twitched despite himself.
"Fuck, Joon," Tae groaned, voice unraveling. "Your mouth feels so fucking good around me."
He felt it coming undone fastfaster than he
wanted. The fact that Joon had never done this before made it hit harder. Sloppier now, messier, but not once did Joon stop.
And when Tae finally had to grip his shoulder and whisper, "Wait—wait, I'm close" through gritted teeth, Joon only looked up at him with that same soft fire in his eyes.
That hunger to learn him.
To know him.
And Tae's mind blanked the moment.
He was close already. Too close. Getting way too turned on just by the fact that Joon-won is really giving him a blowjob.
His breathing had gone ragged, one hand fisted tightly in the sheets while the other hovered over Joon's head like he couldn't decide whether to pull him away or hold him there. His thighs trembled beneath Joon's hands.
"Joon—" he gasped, trying to warn him. "I'm gonna—pull back, come on—"
But Joon didn't budge. In fact, he looked up with red teary eyes, cheeks flushed, and then.. he grabbed Tae's wrist shakily.
Pressed it down onto the back of his head.
And just like that, the control shifted.
He guided Tae's hand into his hair, pushed it until Tae's palm was cupping the back of his skull. And then he pulled himself forward, eyes fluttering shut with a choked breath, encouraging Tae to take over.
Tae stared at him, completely undone. Eyes darkening and lips parted.
"Are you—" he rasped. "Fuck. You want me to fuck your mouth?"
Joon nodded once. Then opened his mouth wider while still having Tae's cock in his mouth and held still, waiting patiently.
It was too much.
Tae groaned through clenched teeth and gave in. He let instinct win. Fingers tightening in Joon's hair, he started moving him slow at first, then deeper, guiding the rhythm. Joon choked on his cock here and there, but didn't stop. His hands stayed firm on Tae's thighs, nails digging in just slightly as he let himself be used, tears clinging to his lashes from the fullness and the stretch.
Tae tried again to warn him, body shuddering, his breath broken and harsh.
"Joon, I'm serious—pull away—baby, you don't have to—"
But Joon didn't let go. Instead he closed his lips around Tae's cock with a deep moan. Making Tae lose it, he yanked Joon's hair roughly and started thrusting into his mouth, his cock was throbbing as he chased his orgasm, his brain and eyes completely clouded with lust as he abuses Joon's mouth who took it with lidded eyes and broken moans, nails digging into Tae-hyun thighs shakily. Drool was dripping down his chin and when Tae looked down at the man before him, his body shuddered and he came right away, shuddering and cursing out his name under his breath, Joon eyes closed with a choke when he felt Tae's cum coat his mouth and he couldn't help but swallowed it all, never flinching once.
The aftershock of his orgasm had Tae shaking. Panting heavily. He tried to yank Joon's head away, to pull him gently back from his cock but Joon didn't budge, he was slowly sucking him now and letting his tongue swirl around his tip. "Spit it out," he murmured hoarsely with a groan in pleasure at the feeling of Joon's teasing tongue. "It's your first time—fuck.. just spit it out—"
Tae-hyun finally yanked his head back by his hair.
"Fuck.."
Then.. Silence followed.
Just heavy breathing.
Tae's head dropped back for a second, chest rising and falling as he tried to recover still from the intensity of everything that just happened.
And then—
He felt a sudden gentle tug on his wrist.
He looked down slowly.
Joon was still kneeling before him. Cheeks flushed, lips swollen and wet. His eyes were glassy, skin flushed down his neck. Tae was about to open his mouth and say something and that when Joon he finally opened his mouth wide and tongue out—
He showed him.
He Swallowed.
Tae stared at him like he'd just been gut-punched.
It was empty.
He'd swallowed every fucking drop.
Tae froze.
He couldn't breathe for a second. Just stared at the man on his knees in front of him—his Joon—face wrecked and glistening, chest rising and falling fast with the effort, as if he wasn't even aware what he just did to him.
"You little…" Tae's voice dropped, guttural now. His fingers curled around Joon's jaw, thumb brushing over the corner of his mouth to wipe a leftover trail of cum.
"You don't know what that does to me, do you?"
Joon didn't answer. Just blinked up at him in a daze, lips red and slightly parted still, his eyes hazy with the afterglow of obedience. A little proud. A little dangerous.
That broke something in Tae.
"…You're insane," he whispered in disbelief under his breath.
Joon wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled while panting.
That smile wasn't cocky or proud. It was raw. Unfiltered. Like something in him had just broken free and didn't know how to go back.
Tae didn't think. He reached forward and grabbed Joon by the shoulders, dragging him up from the floor and onto the bed.
"You want to be reckless?" Tae hissed against his lips. "Fine. Let's be reckless."
He crushed their mouths together, not soft, not sweet, but messy and claiming. Joon moaned into it, letting his body be manhandled until Tae had him flat on his back, knees spread, thighs still trembling from everything they'd just done.
Tae didn't slow down.
Not after that.
Not after seeing Joon like that.
The soft, flustered man who had never done this before… willingly unraveling on his knees, tongue out, swallowing like he was starved.
He wanted more.
All of him.
Every first.
Every second.
He pulled away for a second to look down at Joon who was underneath him, panting, wide-eyed, already looking like he'd take anything given to him by the man on top of him.