You & I (we have a lil something) (for torontok) - 2/2

[taobeis]

part 1

Tao's unwilling to get a babysitter for date night; not when he can bamboozle Kyungsoo and Kris into to taking care of Olivia while he chases his dreams for a second time.

"Baby girl!" Kris says and folds her knees underneath herself to squat down, tossing her bag to Kyungsoo and kicking her shoes off, before picking a shrieking Olivia and swinging her into the air.

"Please," Kyungsoo says loudly, ducking to avoid Olivia's feet while Kris swings her around. He throws his hands up in exasperation, but he's smiling while Kris dances with Olivia around the foyer.

Tao watches fondly from where he's sitting on the staircase. He hasn't moved because Kyungsoo has a key to his house and basically just let himself and his wife inside like they lived there.

"What the fuck are you looking at," Kyungsoo says, messing up Tao's hair and smirking at his whines. "You have to be nice to me," Tao whines and glares.

Kris is still dancing with Olivia in her arms. Olivia has her hands on Kris's face, pressing and pushing until Kris makes kissy faces, while singing, "auntie, auntie" to Kris.

"Why does your kid never call me uncle? She always calls me Kyungsoo."

Tao smirks. "She's asserting her dominance," he says and Kyungsoo snorts.

Kyungsoo's watching them play wistfully; probably not even aware that he's staring. It must be tough, Tao thinks, not being ready to have this type of discussion with your significant other. Tao slaps Kyungsoo lightly on the chest, bringing his attention back to him while Kris and Olivia head further into the house.

"Help me get ready?" Tao says and Kyungsoo shakes his head like he's coming out of a trance. "Yeah," Kyungsoo says. "Yeah, sorry."

They head up to Tao's room and Tao walks into his closet. Kyungsoo takes a seat on Tao's bed, immediately taking out his phone and scrolling away. Tao tosses the clothes that he thinks Kyungsoo will hate first. Kyungsoo looks up from his phone, says, "Skip black," and goes back to his phone.

"Thanks, Judas," Tao mutters and puts back the scoop neck tank top. He moves over to the reds, eyeing Kyungsoo warily, and squints in suspicion when Kyungsoo, not looking up from his phone, grunts and says, "That one."

"This one?" Tao looks around his red section, not entirely certain what Kyungsoo's selecting.

"The red sweater, second from the left, under the red button down section." Kyungsoo's phone beeps and he makes an amused noise. "Your daughter's selfie’s breaking part of the internet," he says. Tao grabs the sweater and heads over to see what Kyungsoo's talking about.

Kris's got several cute selfies with Olivia posted to her Instagram: #godbaby #bonding with my favourite~~ #heartbreakers #whoneedsmen Kris's face is scrunched cutely. She's throwing a peace sign and Olivia is copying her. In another picture, they're kissing on the mouth and Tao's heart aches.

Kyungsoo shifts on the bed, looks like he has a lot to say and it's physically paining him.

"So," Kyungsoo says, about as delicately as a bull in a china shop. "This girl--not those pants, please." Tao slowly peels himself out of the leather pants he had diligently been trying to stuff his balls into. "This girl, like, she agreed to date you?"

“Of course she agreed to date me,” Tao says incredulously. “Though if you really want to have a grilling session, we could always talk about why you haven’t talked to Kris yet about having kids.”

“That’s not a conversation we’re going to have right now,” Kyungsoo sniffs and Tao squares his jaw, bites his tongue.

“Fine. Then let’s skip the passive aggressive interrogation techniques.”

“I’m just concerned about you, Tao,” Kyungsoo mutters and Tao nods to himself, distracted by his pants problems.

“Me too.” Tao's leg is stuck in the leg of his pants, and he's hopping around trying to get it out while Kyungsoo laughs unhelpfully. That's how Kris and Olivia find him, bent over in his hot pink boxer briefs, trying to extract his leg from leather pants while Kyungsoo judges him silently.

"Yowza," Kris says, shifting Olivia higher on her hip. "Should I be concerned?"

Kyungsoo beckons her over. "He's just problem solving," he says. "Give him a moment." Kris takes a seat next to him on the bed, putting Olivia down on the ground so that she can be free to run around.

Tao finally yanks his foot free and turns, looks around for a pair of jeans that he's certain he threw somewhere--probably at Kyungsoo's head. "Daddy," Olivia says. Her voice is small and Tao turns immediately, concerned and prepared to pick her up if she starts crying.

"Yes, baby?" She blinks at his chest and then wrings her hands, unsure. "Did you get an owie?" She points at his nipples and Tao withers under Kyungsoo's dead-eyed stare and Kris' laughter.

"I'm fine, baby." He bends to scoop Olivia up, peppers her faces with kisses. She clings to him, arm wrapped around his neck. She's making soft whimpering noises like she doesn't believe him and Tao looks pleadingly at Kris.

Kris is leaning against Kyungsoo, looking like a besotted fool that’s too busy to help him, but Kyungsoo stares at Olivia. His eyes gleam with wonder and fondness. He jumps like he comes back to himself and Kris shoots him a questioning look. Tao looks away and pretends like he never saw anything.

He's gotten good at that over the years.

If Kris notices the mood--which she probably does--she does her best to ignore it, smile on her face huge and slightly smug when she looks Tao up and down. He's reminded of a large animal out for blood.

"I'm wondering when our baby became such a prude that even his own kid didn't know he had his nipples pierced."

"Nipples!" Olivia shrieks, and Kyungsoo's face does that thing it does whenever anyone but Tao does something amusing.

Tao covers Olivia's ear and presses her face to his chest hastily. "Shh!" He hisses and Kris doubles over in laughter. Olivia's struggling to get out from his hold, but Tao's not done glaring.

She lets out an angry yell and bites him harshly. Tao screams and Kris falls off the bed laughing. Tao looks at her in betrayal, sitting Olivia on the floor so fast he almost topples over, ass over tea kettle. He rubs furiously at his chest, groans in dismay when he finds a giant red mark blooming up and outward. It pulses to the beat of his heart and Tao feels like crying.

"That hurt more than getting my nipples pierced," he moans, and Kris is still rolling on the ground, tiny mouth open unattractively while she brays. Kyungsoo, as always, looks calm while he holds up his phone.

"Are you fucking recording this?!" Tao screams and Olivia, seemingly forgetting her previous distress, has crawled over to where Kris is now wheezing on the ground and is screaming, "Fucking! Fucking!"

"Everybody out!" Tao grumbles while rubbing his nipples. Olivia looks confused and slightly concerned when she's scooped up by Kyungsoo. His eyebrows are doing the Very Important Thing again and to Tao's dismay, Olivia's also doing the thing with him.

"Make sure she goes potty," he yells in frustration and spins to find a pair of pants that won't cut off the circulation to his balls.

Kris is still wheezing on the ground.

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The first words out of his mouth when he drops into his seat across from Jongmi is, "I'm so sorry." His second, however, is, "Holy shit," and a small whine.

Jongmi sits across from him in all her finery and he feels woefully underdressed. She looks so much better in leather than he does. Tao's not sure if he should feel ashamed of how casual he kept his own state of dress, but he doesn't let it detract from how impressed he is.

His eyes flit over her in bursts of admiration. He settles on the gold filigree looped through her piercings and how her hair has been pinned to one side tonight, artfully falling over her shoulders.

Christ. "You're so hot," he moans. Jongmi laughs, pleased, and Tao feels like dying in more ways than one.

"I'm glad you think so," she says. She takes a sip of her water and her lips are painted a deep red colour. It makes Tao hot in his pants and he shifts as subtly as he can. Jongmi's cheeks are slightly pink when their eyes meet and Tao can't stop smiling.

He resists the urge to lay his head on his cheek and stare at her, smitten. He's a grown man. With feelings.

Fuck, he really just likes her and doesn't want to embarrass himself.

He clears his throat. "I'm sorry," he says again. "Olivia was a bit reluctant to see me go. "

"New babysitter?" Jongmi asks curiously. Her fingers tap lightly on the table, coming closer and closer until she draws back slightly, hesitant. Tao's gratified to see that he’s not the only one that seems to be affected. It makes his chest puff up, gives him the boost to be a bit more confident.

"No, her godparents usually babysit if it's very important." He removes his jacket and tucks it over his chair. He notes Jongmi's eyes following him steadily and when he's done, their legs bump under the table as she shifts and crosses her legs.

Tao knows what he looks like, who he is. He also knows that Jongmi is aware, and he likes that she isn't put off by his status, or the fact that there are people staring at them. They'd gone so far out of their way to choose a small shop where there'd be a modicum of privacy.

Even though it was suggested by an industry friend and thoroughly vetted and checked by Kyungsoo and the security team, he still sees the flash of a camera phone from the corner of his eye.

Jongmi fiddles with her cartilage piercing, something Tao is quickly coming to understand is her tell for when she's slightly uncomfortable and nervous.

"Will you be okay?" He asks gently. He's concerned it might turn her off completely to hear herself talked about or analyzed by strangers. Her picture has already been spotted online by his PR team.

Jongmi blinks, eyes widening slightly before softening as her lips pull into a sweet smile. She shakes her head. "Kim Jongmi," she begins. "Born September twenty-first, nineteen-ninety-two, and the only girl in a family of three boys with varying ideas of what overprotective means. I come from a family of musicians, lawyers, doctors, and dancers. My best friend is one of the most recognized and accomplished lawyers for her age and won't hesitate to file on my behalf."

She takes a sip of of her water and Tao watches her chase her straw for a bit before she bites her lip and eyes him critically. "The question is: will you be okay?"

Tao suddenly feels parched. He swallows and hears his throat click; it makes Jongmi's smile grow even wider. She pulls the straw out of her water and pushes it across the table to him.

"What's this for?" He furrows his brow, picks up the glass and takes a sip.

“Drink up," Jongmi says. She inspects her nails, observing him under the fan of her made-up eyes. "You look a bit thirsty."

Tao chugs the water.

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Their date goes surprisingly well. Immediately after the cafe, he takes a chance and brings Jongmi to a jazz club where a few of his friends play. He hugs Luhan extra tight, suffers the embarrassing ribbing Luhan gives when he sees Tao and Jongmi walk into his club, hands clasped.

"Everything's on the house tonight," he tells Tao. To Jongmi, he smiles winningly and flicks his hair out of his face. Jongmi shoots Tao an incredulous look, but to Luhan she smiles charmingly and thanks him. She huffs a laugh when he bends to kiss her hand and Tao rolls his eyes.

Luhan straightens up and says, mostly to Jongmi's bosom, "If you need anything at all..." His words trail and Jongmi pulls her hand back graciously, surreptitiously wiping it under the pretence of switching her clutch to her other hand.

Luhan leads them up a flight of stairs and beyond the velvet rope, guarded by two burly guys that eye Jongmi. Tao's been here before, but she's an unknown factor. They'll be fine, Luhan assures them, before making his way back down the stairs.

Tao already knows that his men are here are as well, mingling with the crowd and refusing Luhan's offers to feed and water them while they're on the clock.

"I'm sorry about Luhan," Tao says, and takes Jongmi's jacket when she hands it to him.

"No, it's fine." She sits demurely, ankles crossed as she leans back into the plush seat of the couch. Tao sits as casually as he can manage. He leans back and stretches his arm out over the couch, but Jongmi snorts and pulls his arm down and around her.

She snuggles into his side and sighs contently. Tao, on the other hand, holds himself rigidly. A waitress comes by and takes their drink order. Her eyes skip over them with practised ease and she leaves, only to return a few minutes later with his jack and coke and Jongmi’s vodka cranberry and a glass of water.

They drink in relative silence, enjoying the ambiance and the music in a secondary manner; their focus is mostly on each other.

"Relax," Jongmi says.

"I just don't want you to think I'm going to push you for anything," he replies. Jongmi looks up at him. Tao's fingers smooth her hair and run through the heavy mass until he can touch her shoulder. She looks incredibly fond, and he releases a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding.

"You're cute," she says, casual and affectionate. She reaches up to touch his face and Tao's very aware of his breathing, the tightness of his pants, and just how close they're sitting. Her fingers settle on his mouth, tracing the curve of his lips, and he feels like a boy again; heart beating too quick and palms sweaty.

He bites at the pads of her fingers and sees her eyes go dark before he leans down and kisses her. She tastes incredibly sweet, corners of her mouth still slightly flecked with powdered sugar from the beignets they shared at the cafe. He sucks lightly, feels her fingers flutter over the curve of his bicep before sliding down to his thigh as he tilts his head and nips at her lip.

He pulls her closer until there's absolutely no space between them and Jongmi whimpers, presses her chest against him when he twists fully to shield her from any prying eyes. They're still in public and Tao knows better than this. He can only imagine how pissed Kyungsoo would be if anyone in the club managed to sneak a picture, but he's placing his faith in Luhan's staff to stop it before it happens.

Jongmi moans low in her chest, nips the cleft of his chin and presses her hand to his chest. She's trembling, but then again apparently so is he, and he feels light headed when she sucks on his tongue, breath tickling him slightly as she breathes through it all.

"We should stop," he says, pulling away reluctantly and Jongmi makes a small noise of disapproval. He seems to have accidentally pulled bits of her hair free from the pins and her mouth is puffy.

"Do you maybe want to go--"

"What?" Jongmi adjusts her hair, eyes him steadily. He swallows, shifts and tries to adjust his junk inconspicuously, but fails miserably. "Oh, no, I really want to stay. I've never been to a jazz club before and your friend was so nice."

Tao tries to will his disappointment away. He nods and Jongmi rolls her eyes, slapping his chest a bit harder than necessary. "Don't be stupid, Tao," she says. She smirks at him. "Of course I want to sneak off and fuck you."

"Jesus," he breathes, looks around hastily, concerned. Nobody's there to overhear but old habits die hard.

"I can't carry this relationship by myself," Jongmi sniffs and levers herself up, holding out a hand to drag him up. He bumps into her, chest to chest, and feels her breasts press against him. Her hand snakes down, palms the semi he's got forming. He really has no idea why he thought his nice librarian was a good girl.

"I'm tired of all this foreplay, babe," she whispers, tips just so to rest her hands on his shoulder until he's forced to hold her hips and press them closer so she doesn't fall. "Take me home."

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Jongmi's moan as Tao presses her up against the door in her foyer is loud and incredibly satisfying. It goes straight to his dick, hips snapping once into her pelvis helplessly, and it makes Jongmi laugh breathlessly.

"I didn't think you had it in you," she admits quietly, fingers curled tightly in the skin of his arms while he presses kisses up her neck.

His hands slip slide over the material of her clothed ass and he growls in frustration. It's been so incredibly hard, this back and forth they've been having for almost an entire year. He's finally here and Jongmi tastes and feels so good, he'd be hard pressed to stop now. Doesn't want to.

"Jongmi, please." She pulls his head back by the roots of his hair and he hisses. Like this Jongmi looks like she's ready to ride him hard and put him away wet and Tao's not entirely sure he's ready. She cups his cock, filling slowly after having gone down a little bit on the ride to her home, runs her hand up and down to test the length of him.

"Bedroom," she whispers and presses a quick kiss to his lips. Tao backs off in increments, body twitching with reluctance and desire. Jongmi twists away when he tries to catch her, walks away with a look over her shoulder before she pulls off her jacket and tosses it on her sofa.

He follows her closely, eyes following the swing of her hips and the curve of her back as they make their way to her bedroom. She enters into the darkness and Tao slaps a hand on the wall near the doorway until he finds the switch and slides it up, bathing the room in low light.

Jongmi looks at him expectantly as she pulls pins out of her hair. She shakes her hair roughly and the way it frames her face makes her look dangerous. Her eyes are glittering in the low light and Tao can't get his own jacket off fast enough.

Jongmi sighs. "Do you have any fucking idea how badly I wanted to peel you out of those clothes while we were at the cafe?" She pulls her shirt up and over her head, dark hair cascading down over the tops of her breasts encased in black lace.

Jongmi crosses the floor, gets her hand on the hemline of his sweater and pushes her hand under. The muscles of his abdomen jump, tighten as she scrapes her nails over his treasure trail and pops the button of his pants.

Jongmi looks up at him, eyes filled with a challenge he's ready to take on. She catches her lip with her teeth. "Red looks so good on you," she says. "It's almost a shame. " She trails off, pulls the zipper of his pants open and presses her hand down, down, down. Tao grunts. "Next time you can fuck me with it on. Your skin tone looks so nice in red, Tao."

When he kisses her she falters, takes a half step back. He grabs the hem of his sweater, tugs up until he can pull it clear off. Even if he has to dislodge Jongmi's mouth for a second, he smirks at her small gasp when he's finally bare to her.

"Only if you ride me wearing your employee lanyard," he says and Jongmi chuckles.

"Deal," she says and spins him, pushes him to sit on the edge of her bed. She tugs at his pants roughly, finally yanks them free with a triumphant yell, and Tao can't help but laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of the role reversal.

He's had one night stands, quickies backstage or in clubs, even sex while in monogamous relationships that hasn't been nearly as exciting as this. Jongmi's enthusiasm is infectious, and if Tao's honest, just like everything about her, he's simply trying to play catch up.

She knee walks up to where he's laying on the bed, legs splayed wide and his cock clubbing nicely. Jongmi leans in, licks a stripe up the material of Tao's red boxer briefs and smirks.

"I appreciate the fact that you tried to coordinate your outfit," she hums.

"I like your lipstick," he blurts dumbly, and Jongmi smothers a laugh. His balls are touching her face, he marvels in wonder and amazement.

Her fingers curl to peel his underwear down and he raises his hips to help her. "Thanks," Jongmi whispers, tossing Tao's underwear over her shoulders. She shifts on her knees and Tao sits up on his elbows to watch her work. "I'm hoping it won't smudge while I blow you."

Tao nods like he understands. Jongmi spreads his legs once more, fingers digging into the smooth flesh of his inner thighs and tipping his hips slightly. The first touch of her lips to his cock has it twitching against his abs. She presses a kiss to the head, lips parting to tongue the slit lightly.

She wraps a hand around his shaft, squeezes and pumps it firmly to help him along when her face dips down, nuzzles against his balls. Tao feels the press of her teeth against his sac and he shifts on his elbows.

He hisses when she pulls his balls into her mouth and falls back onto the bed with a groan. "Hang on," he says. He sounds a bit desperate, things already progressing faster than he thought and he doesn't think he can last as long as he wants. He doesn't want to embarrass himself. "Get up here."

Jongmi shuffles into a standing position. She waits for Tao to heave himself further up the bed, laying flat on his back and looking expectantly for her to get with the program. "Let me eat you out while you blow me," he says and Jongmi startles.

“Are you sure?” She asks. “I wasn’t--I mean, I wasn’t really expecting--” It's probably a testament to how taken aback Jongmi was that she was startled that he didn't just want her to blow him.

She pops the button of her pants, tits threatening to spill out over the cups of her bra and bouncing as she works her hips to get her pants off. Tao's mouth waters, wants to get his mouth on her tits, but first, her cunt. He patiently waits for her to pull her pants down shapely legs, then her underwear.

She hesitates at this part, fingers fiddling with the waistband of her underwear. "It's been a while," she confesses. "I wasn't really expecting to be a porn star tonight." She laughs lightly, rubs the side of her nose. "The carpet matches the drapes, and, um, they’re a bit dusty. There aren’t any hardwood floors."

"Jongmi," Tao murmurs. "Please shut the fuck up and sit on my face."

Jongmi laughs, loud as everything else she does, and pulls her panties down her legs, kicking them off carelessly. She moves to unclasp her bra but Tao stops her quickly. "Leave it for now, please," he pleads. Jongmi shrugs and makes her way over to the bed.

She climbs onto the bed and swings a leg over his chest. When she doesn't make a move to get closer, Tao rolls his eyes. He brings his hand down firmly on her ass and Jongmi hisses, bites his hip in retaliation and makes him yelp. He pulls her back roughly until that pussy is right where he wants it. Jongmi's thighs tremble when he presses his face to her pubic hair, breathing deep.

"Easy," he murmurs against her lips, and she slaps a hand against his thigh, the sharp sting making him wince. She's already so wet, and the way her hips are grinding her pussy against his face makes him purr in satisfaction.

Tao licks between her lips, tongue flicking back into his mouth so that he can taste her, and he groans when he feels her mouth on his cock. The room's a cacophony of sighs and slurping sounds. Tao feels his cock fatten, Jongmi tapping it against her lip and playing with him. He sucks on her clit meanly.

Jongmi jerks, arching her back and pressing her hips down. He feels her struggling to move and his arms fold over her ass, holding her still. Her frustration makes him chuckle between her folds and she trembles. A bit of wetness trickles out between them and Tao sacrifices his hold so he can use his hand to spread her wide. Seals his mouth over her entrance and presses his tongue in as deep as it will go.

Her walls clamp down on him and she's given up trying to suck him. She throws her hips back with more force, thighs squeezing against him and her ass pressing against his head until he's almost forced to take it. She's going to smother him if she doesn't stop, but Tao hopes he can make her come before it happens.

Jongmi's whimpers increase in pitch when he's finally able to work a finger into her pussy. He hears her mutter "fuck" against his dick, precome pearling on his cock before she swipes it away with a lazy drag of her tongue.

She presses kitten licks and kisses against the length of him and Tao twists his fingers hard, relishing in the long moan Jongmi gives as she shudders, breasts pressing into his pelvis. He's got wetness all over his face, fingers squelching when he presses another finger in.

He curls his fingers, presses down and pulls slightly and it makes Jongmi jerk in surprise, a low, "Oh fuck," whimpered into his thigh as she hangs on breathlessly. Tao repeats the motion, fingers pressing and rubbing insistently while he presses his teeth to her clit, worries his lips against it and sucks along to the loud slap-slap-slap of Jongmi's thighs.

Tao hears her choke out his name, cock sticking to her face as she pants before she presses her forehead into his thigh and comes over Tao's face. Jongmi rolls off of him and splays out on the bed, breasts heaving as she whines and tries to catch her breath. She rubs a hand over her face, laughter a little incredulous, and tries to sit up.

"I need to get this fucking thing off," she growls, already yanking at the straps of her bra. Tao bats her hands away. His hand is still wet when he slides the straps of her bra down her shoulder, skin bare and bronze in the white light of her room. He reaches back, unclasps the hooks and slides his hands under the cups of her bra.

"May I?" he asks and Jongmi sucks a breath in, mouth trembling before she nods. His hands are steadier than he feels when he cups his hand over her breasts. She moves to help him slide it off quicker, but Tao's not having it. He grabs her hips, pulls her to sit on his lap, ignoring the shriek of surprise she lets out and finally pulls the bra the rest of the way off her arms with his teeth.

The skin of Jongmi's breasts is so soft, tits more than a handful, and weighty in his hand. He presses his face into her cleavage and feels Jongmi wrap her arms around him, pressing kisses to his forehead and the side of his face.

He tips his mouth up for a kiss and she indulges him, tongue sneaking in to taste herself, and Tao feels her moan reverberate through his entire body. He hopes she enjoys the taste almost as much as he does.

He sighs and Jongmi pulls him closer. Her lips close over his earring and her hair slides down over his shoulder. "How do you feel?" he asks. Jongmi arches, spreads her arm wide and stretches until her back pops. Tao's hand settles on her hips and it makes her chuckle when he petulantly pulls her chest back close to him. He wants those tits in his face at all times.

"I'm alright. I feel great." Jongmi hums and untangles her legs from around his hips. Her skin looks flushed, and he's proud of the way she seems to be shaky on her feet as she walks over to the night table.

She opens the drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube and two boxes of condoms. Tao looks at her incredulously. Jongmi slides back onto the bed, crossing her legs across from him. She shifts her hair out of her face and smiles sheepishly. "I didn't know what size you wore, so I bought a bit of everything. Surprise!"

Tao laughs and Jongmi huffs, grabs the bottle of lube and thrusts it at him. "Cherry?" Tao's never tried flavoured lubes before. He's a bit ashamed at how adventurous he actually isn't, and wonders if maybe Jongmi will have to adjust her expectations; if he will need to adjust his.

"I like the taste," she says simply. "And they don't harm any of my toys or--" her breath catches, "I've said too much. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Tao rifles through the boxes of condoms until he finds one and squints to read over the label. Jongmi clears the boxes off the bed and returns, kneels in front of him. Tao places a kiss to the mounds of her breasts. "How do you want me?"

Jongmi scoots back from him. She arranges herself back onto her pillows, spreads her legs. "Come here, Tao."

She beckons him and he crawls over to where she is. He runs his hand over her foot, traces the delicate set of her ankle until he can pick her leg up. Jongmi watches him from over the tops of her breasts, chest rising and falling with patience, curious as Tao drags his lips up the inside of her thigh.

She moans when he leans down and presses a kiss to her entrance. Tao's eyes close and he rests his head against her thigh. His fingers spread her in order to dip in, test how tight she is, how sensitive. She trembles, her stomach quivering with how tightly she holds herself in the effort to watch him carefully.

"Does it hurt?" His fingers spread slightly and he feels the resistance of her pussy still clenching from her orgasm.

"I can take it," she says, and Tao withdraws his fingers. He pops them into his mouth absently and Jongmi whispers his name, watching him tear the condom wrapper and wrangle the condom out to roll over his cock.

The cherry lube is a bit of a pickle. Tao's slightly suspicious of it and pouts when Jongmi laughs at him, taking it from his hands to apply it herself. Her hands work quickly and efficiently, fingers giving him a teasing squeeze and Tao feels it all the way up and down his spine.

He catches her thighs in his hands, pulls until she's sliding down from the mess of pillows and chuckles at the squeak she gives in surprise. "Hold on," he says, and Jongmi gets a hand around his neck, pulls him down to her lips for a quick kiss before he fucks in.

Jongmi's mouth goes slack. Tao curses, holds himself steady while he pushes in increments, pulls out and thrusts shallowly. It's almost too hot, too hard for him to get deep enough and he growls in frustration. Jongmi's whimpering, head tossed to the side, and she's biting at the skin of her arm.

Tao hikes her leg up over his thigh and he feels her lock her legs behind him. She sighs, and Tao feels a bit of resistance melt away. He sinks further and pulls out, presses in steadily until he's got the entire length of his cock inside of her.

"Holy Jesus," Jongmi murmurs and licks the sweat off her top lip. He brushes the hair out of her face and she blinks up at him.

"You still with me?" he asks and Jongmi nods slightly off beat. He's already really close, but he's ready to do his best and make it good for Jongmi. He wants her to remember him, and hopefully enjoy herself enough to want to see him again. She sighs and it spurs him into action.

He keeps his thrusts sharp, shifting to get as deep as he can. His lips skim the underside of Jongmi's breast with every slide and he leans down, presses his teeth into the flesh and hears her whine.

She moans on a particularly clever grind of his hips, hands reaching out to scrabble along the top of her headboard, fingers clenched white knuckled to hold on tight while he rides her. “Fuck, you feel so good,” she whines, voice pitched and increasing with every thrust until she goes silent, mouth open in pleasure.

"I'm really close, Jongmi," Tao says, pants his exertion into her mouth. She bites at his jaw, swivels her hips and keens when he stutter-fucks his hips into her in tandem. His lower back and thighs are killing him. Jongmi smooths a hand over his face, licks the sweat from his temples and kisses him deeply.

Jongmi clenches, and her walls go impossibly tight around him. Tao chokes on a moan, ass flexing as he ruts and whines, fingers digging into the flesh of her ass. Her nails dig into his shoulder blades, using them as leverage to fuck down against him.

"Tao," she croons, his name stuttering out when he slams hard into her.

"Zitao," he says firmly, feels his spine snap straight when she whimpers his name. He buries his face in her chest, lipping at the swell of them until his mouth finds one of her nipples. Tao bites down gently, feels Jongmi shudder and arch up. Bites harder and her cunt flutters around his cock before squeezing so tight it makes Tao breathless.

“Harder, please. Slap it.” He brings his hand down, slaps once, twice, cups her breasts in his palms and rubs the blood flowing red until the skin underneath his palms is warm, burning. Jongmi hiccups with every thrust, chants, “fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck” until it swirls in Tao’s brain, a marquee blinking and sliding to the rhythm of the headboard slamming against the wall.

She pulls him down to her by his ear, voice scratchy and brutal. “Next time we do this, I want you to fuck me until I squirt all over your dick. Come for me, Zitao," Jongmi says and Tao feels like his spine's melting and leaking through his dick. He jerks in the condom, still inside of her, and Jongmi wraps herself around him even more, clinging to feel him lose it from the inside out. He goes boneless, dropping into her, and she hisses at the additional weight.

Jongmi doesn't let him go, even when he shivers and makes desperate noises at her milking his cock to oversensitivity.

"Fuck, Jongmi." Tao can't feel his toes. Jongmi's pressing kisses to his sweaty face, running her hand gently through his hair and making comforting noises against his face.

"You did so well, Zitao," she says. "I feel so good, baby, thank you."

They share dessert by the light of the kitchen fridge. Jongmi wraps them together in her duvet and Tao pulls her onto his lap where he's sitting on the kitchen floor.

"So this is nice," Jongmi says, and Tao hums, licks the sweetness of mango sorbet from the corner of her lips and sticky fingers, suckles the cold from her breasts when she trails her spoon for him to follow. It makes her smile and she smacks a kiss on his lips, loud and obnoxious, making him laugh into her hair.

"Should we do it again soon?" He opens his mouth obediently and Jongmi shivers at the look he gives her, curling his tongue back into his mouth. His adam's apple bobs as his throat works to swallow and Jongmi presses a kiss to it. “Maybe I should get these pierced too,” she muses and Tao hums happily.

"Do you have to go?" Jongmi asks and shoves a spoonful of sorbet into her mouth. Tao thinks she'd be playing with her piercing right now if he didn't have her occupied.

He pretends to think carefully, jumps when Jongmi slaps with the spoon against his nipple. It makes him groan and she smirks. "I'm not expected back home for the night," he says seriously and Jongmi grins.

"Perfect," she grins and suddenly Tao's being pressed back into the floor. The tiles are cold on his back, but he shivers as Jongmi spreads sorbet over his chest. His nipples tighten and pebble immediately. "Let's make the most of it, yeah? I bet I can make you come from playing with your piercings."

"I'll give you ten minutes," Tao says, "and then I'm taking matters into my own hands."

"Deal," Jongmi murmurs as she takes his nipple ring into her mouth and tugs.

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Epilogue, some months later

"Happy birthday, Olivia," Kyungsoo yells in an uncharacteristic display of public emotion. Kris throws Tao a significant look when Tao snorts and he smothers his laugh into the biggest piece of cake he's ever seen. Jongmi shoots him a wink from where she and Kris are dishing up cake to a line of well behaved children and parents.

Olivia runs around in near hysterical exuberance, pleased as punch and informing anyone that doesn't already know that It's Her Birthday™ and that she's a big girl now. "I'm a grownup," she tells Kyungsoo when he swings her up into his arms. Her eyebrows are doing the serious thing again and Kyungsoo adopts an appropriate and equally serious expression.

"Does this mean I can't call you my baby anymore?" He frowns exaggeratedly and Tao hears Kris grumble, 'He said the same thing to me just yesterday,' before she and Jongmi dissolve into inappropriate giggling.

Olivia shakes her head, her pigtails flying every which way and slapping Kyungsoo in the face. "I'm still your baby, uncle Kyungsoo," she says and Kyungsoo's face lights up. His smile spurs Olivia into a shrieking laughter. She stuffs almost half of her birthday dress into her mouth and sways in his arms serenely.

"You owe me ten bucks," Jongmi whispers in his ear as she dances past him to deliver slices of cake and napkins to a few people who didn't make the line. On her way back, she slides into his space, presses her chest into his side and scoops some of the frosting of his cake onto her finger. "I'll let you pay me back in other ways if you're a bit short." She pops her finger into her mouth, lips pulling into a smirk when he hisses "Babe."

"Keep it in your pants, peacock," Luhan mutters on his way to the patio with a tray of meat, and Tao chokes.

"Does everyone know about this?!"

Jongmi presses a finger to his lips, kisses it instead to keep everything PG. She makes her way over to Kyungsoo, hands spreading wide, and Olivia flings herself into Jongmi's arms.

"Jommi," Olivia croons and Jongmi wraps her up into a hug, peppering Olivia's face with kisses and fingering the tendrils of her baby-soft hair. Kyungsoo slides up beside him and Tao eats his cake sedately, happy and surrounded by people he and Jongmi both care about. His eyes stray to where Amy is playing a rambunctious dinosaur to a group of squealing children.

"So are you ever planning to come off hiatus?" Kyungsoo asks him. His hands are filled with his own cake and he eats slowly, licks icing off his fingers while watching Kris wipe a child's face clean.

Tao hums. "Probably not. I had actually planned to retire four times, just like Jay-Z, but we'll see what happens."

"Kris and I have been talking about starting a family. We’re thinking of adopting." Kyungsoo says. His eyes go wide and he clears his throat. Tao freezes with a forkful of cake halfway to his mouth.

"Kyungsoo," he breathes. "I'm so proud of you."

"She's really excited, Tao." Kyungsoo's eating his cake diligently, but Tao can tell he's feeling really good about his admission. "I'm really excited."

Tao claps a hand on Kyungsoo's shoulder and they share an enthusiastic half hug and make their way outside. Tao's backyard been decorated with everything a child could possibly want, looking like Toys "R" Us threw up everywhere after a weekend bender.

He makes his way over to Jongmi and Olivia, presses a kiss to each of their cheeks in turn and feels his heart balloon in his chest from happiness. He spies Kyungsoo doing the same to Kris, taking her hand and leading her over to them.

"I love you," he tells Jongmi and she blinks at him in surprise. Her face softens completely in pleasure and her eyes shine suspiciously behind her glasses, going liquid and black; her smile marmalade sweet and just for him.

"You're not too bad yourself, stud," she says with a shaky voice and takes his hand; presses kisses to his fingers. She’s shaking, Tao notes, and the edge of his grin pulls up nice and wide in answer.

Olivia leans over impatiently. "Me too! Me too!" Jongmi laughs and takes Olivia's hand in her own to press kisses to it. Tao joins in soon enough and Olivia's back to giggling shyly and pressing her face into Jongmi's neck.

"This is so lovely," Jongmi sighs. Around them, children shriek and conversation flows between adults. The barbecue flames up and Luhan ducks behind a potted plant, looking around quickly to see if anyone noticed. "I need to enjoy this before your fans try to kill me."

Kyungsoo chuckles to himself and Kris whistles, mouth stretching into an amused smirk. Tao hisses and chokes on his inhalation. "Jongmi!"