Story in the Making [20/?]
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The amount of time from that point onward that was spent with their lips mingled as they had been the first night was enough to make Youngjae’s head spin. Never in a million years did he think that he would be able to have his hyung, his mister like this, against him and holding him and devouring his mouth in such a way that it made him hungry for so much more. And yet at the same time…it made him feel wary and unsure about it all because he didn’t know what was supposed to make him feel to begin with.
It was foolish to think anything of that sort, though. To be doubting of Daehyun would be doubting their relationship and even though they were far from unfamiliar with one another, it was still something that Youngjae had to become okay with even if he had been the one that initiated the kiss to begin with; the kiss that changed all things between them and set a new standard of intimacy for them.
And even with that thought in mind, any chance that they could, they would have their lips pressed together in a heated and mostly unskilled make out session that they would milk for all that they could before they had to leave their bedroom or go to sleep or before the others would come into the practice room and wonder why they weren’t out in the van yet. Any and all chances were taken and Youngjae was enjoying every last one of them.
Kissing was all that they had done. Mingling their lips in such a way that Youngjae was always left breathless, even more so when he saw the swollen way that Daehyun’s lips became after one of their kisses, an aroused look in his eye and Youngjae always flushed because of it. The knowledge that he was the reason for such a look was intense, incredible and shocking because he never thought that he’d be the one to incur such a look.
Daehyun wanted more. Now that he had had a taste of his precious boy, he wasn’t quite finished with him, certainly eager for something more intimate than what they had been doing, but he’d also never push Youngjae for more than he felt ready for. He couldn’t do that to someone who meant so much to him as he felt that it was wrong when he knew that he had so much of Youngjae’s trust.
Except this day, Daehyun felt that he could push for a bit more, test the waters and boundaries and see where this would lead them and what sort of relationship they could develop from this. It would take time, he was sure as he was equally unknowledgeable in the whole male on male thing to begin with, but he figured that Youngjae was as well and they could move through this together, experiment together.
“Dae…” Youngjae said, in much the same way that he always did when he broke the kiss, about to tell Daehyun that they should stop because they were expected elsewhere. Except not this time. Daehyun knew that they had nowhere to be and could kiss for an hour more before they’d be at risk of the other guys finding them.
“Hm?” Daehyun spoke, his eyes not opening as they usually would. He moved his mouth to Youngjae’s neck instead.
Youngjae’s breath hitched and he let out a soft moan, eyes wide as he stared out at nothing, blank in his gaze as he felt the electric shock of those plump lips moving over his skin as though they had done this a thousand times over. Youngjae didn’t want to consider to whom else they were moving over, the way they did so enough to distract him from anything else but the pleasure that was stirring in Youngjae’s abdomen, the burn of it causing his heart to twinge and his body to flush.
The lips moved over Youngjae’s skin, touching sinfully to skin that had never been touched before in such a way and it was so very arousing to have them there now, but Youngjae didn’t think that he wanted them there anymore. They had kissed, yes, they had felt each other intimately pressed up against one another, but never had Daehyun made such a bold move to go for more than what they had agreed on and this wasn’t even what they agreed on. Never did they speak about the kisses that they shared, simply sharing them and enjoying them while they lasted, while they could get them in without raising suspicion in their possibly homophobic friends. Except Yongguk, that man could never be prejudice against anyone.
Youngjae’s fingers curled in Daehyun’s shirt, for a moment bringing him closer and Daehyun was more than happy to satisfy that desire. He pressed his body closer, a low grunt of approval escaping his throat and vibrating against Youngjae’s, only causing him to become further aroused. It’s only a matter of moments before the arousal manifested, his jeans becoming tight and a modestly small bulge becoming evident before Youngjae could remember to pull away-which he did in a somewhat over exaggerated motion.
With his fingers still curled in Daehyun’s shirt, he pushed at the man as hard as he possibly could. While it was quite obvious that the man had more muscle than Youngjae, he had been so enthralled by the sweet tasting skin beneath his mouth, that he was caught off guard before he could think to keep himself from stumbling back.
“P-Precious boy?” Daehyun spoke in shock, his eyes wide and his lips swollen like they always were when they kissed and it was so hard for Youngjae not to press back to them and take them for his own again. But he couldn’t. Or, really, he wouldn’t.
“No.” It was the first word and only word from the younger man’s mouth and it shocked Daehyun further. It honestly frightened him. He never thought that he would be the reason for such a fearful tone from his best friend and now that he was, it scared him more than he had thought possible.
“Young-“ Daehyun didn’t even get a chance to apologize even though he had no idea what he would be apologizing for. Not since Youngjae hurriedly left the bathroom, fumbling with the lock for all of two seconds before he rushed from it. He didn’t even notice Jongup who had been walking down the hall, not even considering the fact that the two men were in a locked bathroom together as no one, let alone Jongup, could have pieced together their changing relationship.
Daehyun stepped from the bathroom moments later, looking to Youngjae as the man grabbed his phone and slipped on his shoes, hurrying from the dorm as though there were a fire. He leaned back against the doorframe and stared after the man he had just been making out with, unsure where and how things could have gone so wrong when they had felt so right.
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The amount of time from that point onward that was spent with their lips mingled as they had been the first night was enough to make Youngjae’s head spin. Never in a million years did he think that he would be able to have his hyung, his mister like this, against him and holding him and devouring his mouth in such a way that it made him hungry for so much more. And yet at the same time…it made him feel wary and unsure about it all because he didn’t know what was supposed to make him feel to begin with.
It was foolish to think anything of that sort, though. To be doubting of Daehyun would be doubting their relationship and even though they were far from unfamiliar with one another, it was still something that Youngjae had to become okay with even if he had been the one that initiated the kiss to begin with; the kiss that changed all things between them and set a new standard of intimacy for them.
And even with that thought in mind, any chance that they could, they would have their lips pressed together in a heated and mostly unskilled make out session that they would milk for all that they could before they had to leave their bedroom or go to sleep or before the others would come into the practice room and wonder why they weren’t out in the van yet. Any and all chances were taken and Youngjae was enjoying every last one of them.
Kissing was all that they had done. Mingling their lips in such a way that Youngjae was always left breathless, even more so when he saw the swollen way that Daehyun’s lips became after one of their kisses, an aroused look in his eye and Youngjae always flushed because of it. The knowledge that he was the reason for such a look was intense, incredible and shocking because he never thought that he’d be the one to incur such a look.
Daehyun wanted more. Now that he had had a taste of his precious boy, he wasn’t quite finished with him, certainly eager for something more intimate than what they had been doing, but he’d also never push Youngjae for more than he felt ready for. He couldn’t do that to someone who meant so much to him as he felt that it was wrong when he knew that he had so much of Youngjae’s trust.
Except this day, Daehyun felt that he could push for a bit more, test the waters and boundaries and see where this would lead them and what sort of relationship they could develop from this. It would take time, he was sure as he was equally unknowledgeable in the whole male on male thing to begin with, but he figured that Youngjae was as well and they could move through this together, experiment together.
“Dae…” Youngjae said, in much the same way that he always did when he broke the kiss, about to tell Daehyun that they should stop because they were expected elsewhere. Except not this time. Daehyun knew that they had nowhere to be and could kiss for an hour more before they’d be at risk of the other guys finding them.
“Hm?” Daehyun spoke, his eyes not opening as they usually would. He moved his mouth to Youngjae’s neck instead.
Youngjae’s breath hitched and he let out a soft moan, eyes wide as he stared out at nothing, blank in his gaze as he felt the electric shock of those plump lips moving over his skin as though they had done this a thousand times over. Youngjae didn’t want to consider to whom else they were moving over, the way they did so enough to distract him from anything else but the pleasure that was stirring in Youngjae’s abdomen, the burn of it causing his heart to twinge and his body to flush.
The lips moved over Youngjae’s skin, touching sinfully to skin that had never been touched before in such a way and it was so very arousing to have them there now, but Youngjae didn’t think that he wanted them there anymore. They had kissed, yes, they had felt each other intimately pressed up against one another, but never had Daehyun made such a bold move to go for more than what they had agreed on and this wasn’t even what they agreed on. Never did they speak about the kisses that they shared, simply sharing them and enjoying them while they lasted, while they could get them in without raising suspicion in their possibly homophobic friends. Except Yongguk, that man could never be prejudice against anyone.
Youngjae’s fingers curled in Daehyun’s shirt, for a moment bringing him closer and Daehyun was more than happy to satisfy that desire. He pressed his body closer, a low grunt of approval escaping his throat and vibrating against Youngjae’s, only causing him to become further aroused. It’s only a matter of moments before the arousal manifested, his jeans becoming tight and a modestly small bulge becoming evident before Youngjae could remember to pull away-which he did in a somewhat over exaggerated motion.
With his fingers still curled in Daehyun’s shirt, he pushed at the man as hard as he possibly could. While it was quite obvious that the man had more muscle than Youngjae, he had been so enthralled by the sweet tasting skin beneath his mouth, that he was caught off guard before he could think to keep himself from stumbling back.
“P-Precious boy?” Daehyun spoke in shock, his eyes wide and his lips swollen like they always were when they kissed and it was so hard for Youngjae not to press back to them and take them for his own again. But he couldn’t. Or, really, he wouldn’t.
“No.” It was the first word and only word from the younger man’s mouth and it shocked Daehyun further. It honestly frightened him. He never thought that he would be the reason for such a fearful tone from his best friend and now that he was, it scared him more than he had thought possible.
“Young-“ Daehyun didn’t even get a chance to apologize even though he had no idea what he would be apologizing for. Not since Youngjae hurriedly left the bathroom, fumbling with the lock for all of two seconds before he rushed from it. He didn’t even notice Jongup who had been walking down the hall, not even considering the fact that the two men were in a locked bathroom together as no one, let alone Jongup, could have pieced together their changing relationship.
Daehyun stepped from the bathroom moments later, looking to Youngjae as the man grabbed his phone and slipped on his shoes, hurrying from the dorm as though there were a fire. He leaned back against the doorframe and stared after the man he had just been making out with, unsure where and how things could have gone so wrong when they had felt so right.
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