Taehyun's back pressed into the cool mirror, his breath shaky, his hands fisted in Seojun's shirt as the actor's mouth devoured his.
Seojun kissed like he owned him—deep, slow, unrelenting—tongue stroking, lips pulling, teeth grazing until Taehyun whimpered into the heat. Every protest melted under the weight of it.
"You taste nervous," Seojun murmured against his lips, his hand sliding lower, gripping the idol's hip firmly. "Relax… let me handle you."
Taehyun shuddered, closing his eyes as Seojun's hand slipped beneath his shirt, palm spreading against bare skin. The idol's body betrayed him—arching into the touch, craving more even as his lips whispered, "W-we can't…"
"Then push me away." Seojun's eyes glinted with challenge, his lips curving in a dangerous smile.
Taehyun's hands tightened instead, dragging Seojun closer.
"Thought so," Seojun breathed.
His shirt was tugged upward, fabric brushing past trembling arms before being tossed aside. Taehyun gasped at the sudden exposure, chest heaving as Seojun's gaze roamed over him—hungry, claiming. Fingers traced down his collarbone, over his stomach, making him flinch and burn at once.
"You're beautiful," Seojun said, low and raw. "Even more than the cameras ever show."
The words made Taehyun flush scarlet, but then Seojun's mouth was on his throat, sucking at the delicate skin until Taehyun moaned, his legs weakening. The sound seemed to ignite Seojun further—his hands pressing firmer, his kisses rougher, claiming every inch.
"Say my name," Seojun demanded against his skin.
"Seo… Seojun…" Taehyun's voice cracked, breathless.
"Good boy." The actor's smirk was wicked as he worked at Taehyun's belt, slow and deliberate. "I'll teach you how to stop acting… and start feeling."
Clothes fell away in fragments—buttons undone, fabric sliding down flushed skin, until the air between them was heavy with heat. Taehyun trembled under Seojun's touch, caught between embarrassment and aching desire.
When Seojun pressed their bodies flush, skin to skin, Taehyun gasped at the overwhelming heat, the hardness against his thigh making his head spin.
"Too much?" Seojun whispered, though his lips never stopped tracing down Taehyun's chest.
Taehyun shook his head desperately, eyes glazed, lips parted.
"Good," Seojun said, voice dropping to a growl. "Because I'm nowhere near done with you."
Hands and mouths wandered—stroking, teasing, coaxing Taehyun into helpless moans that filled the quiet studio. Every sound made Seojun groan against him, every flinch made him press harder, deeper, until Taehyun was writhing, begging without words.
Taehyun mind was a mess , he felt all kinds of emotion__until he couldn't take it anymore and told him to stop...
And Seojun did___
When it ended, Taehyun collapsed against Seojun's chest, trembling, breath ragged. The actor held him steady, lips pressing a rare, gentle kiss to his damp hair.
"You're mine now," Seojun murmured, not as a question, but a claim.
Taehyun didn't answer. He couldn't. His body was spent, his mind dazed. But the truth echoed in his silence—he hadn't just acted tonight. He had surrendered.
And he wasn't sure he'd ever get himself back.
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