⌂ ㅤtaeyong l。

@ˢ˖⁺ jongin k。 Each angle of his throbbing brushing against Taeyong’s brings the breathiest of moans from him. Shifting on the couch, keeping his thighs tight around him, feeling the sting of Jongin’s hips against his bottom — his neck arches back, tears brought to his eyes as his view is brought elsewhere, by Jongin’s force. Lips parting in a keening moan, elbows shifting on the arm of the couch, his palms resting there instead, so he can striaghten, relieve the pressure on his neck, and breathe out, “Yes..!” Yes, he’d say yes to anything Jongin offers right now, if it means he keeps moving like that. Keeps holding him like this. Let his sweat mix with his.

Taeyong shifts his hips, feeling Jongin’s shaft drag a pointed against his and balls. He lets out a cry of his name, tries to move his hips again, wanting to feel that angle once more. It has him shivering, his thighs quaking. Has his teeth digging into his bottom lip, has him shuddering and shoulders raising to try and contain the squirming he feels reduced to. He has to keep his thighs tight, has to be good for him,

“Jongin, Jongin— please, please ..! Please, m..e.. harder..” His words become a whisper towards the end, trying to look over his shoulder at him. Wanting him to see the red, tear glazed eyes, the saliva slick lips.

@ᶜ˖⁺ taeyong l。 The response was satisfactory- perfect even. Jongin wasn't sure how Taeyong would react, but he doesn't suppose that it could have been any more alluring.Ghosting sylphlike digits along Taeyong's rear, Jongin admired the beauty: the was pert, not too big, nor too small. It was firm, yet plush. His hole was inviting, as if beckoning Jongin to ravage him, to pluck the innocence from deep within his entrance and consummate the connection between the two, but that would have to wait for another time.

"You're doing so well for me, baby boy. If you for me from me ing your thighs, I just might give you the entire package deal. What do you say to that, baby boy?" Jongin began moving his hips, brushing against the underside of Taeyong's member. Reaching forward, Jongin laced his digits with a clump of silver locks, pulling roughly so that he could hear Taeyong's moans. "I'm sorry. I didn't hear that. Try again, love."

@ˢ˖⁺ jongin k。 Jongin looks delectable; sweat glistening on his body, dripping along his neck, his strong jaw. His hair already messed up, drawing sin from within Taeyong’s chest that he didn’t know was there. Perhaps it was from being cooped up, all the time, rarely able to leave for recreation. “Jesus, your voice is so y—“ The words drip from his mouth, tongue rolling along the line of his lips, hot and heavy pants ravishing his lungs. The yelp that leaves him though is a sure surprise, as he’s torn from his lap, his curling pitifully against his stomach, wetting the thin line of hair that trails from his belly button, down.

His pert bottom waves before Jongin, teasing him in this new position — that he likes, funnily enough. Loves how he calls him baby boy, how the lube is cold but warms up — had he planned this? Not that Taeyong minded. He’d jerked it more than several occasions to Jongin’s voice, this was borderline heaven for him. Taeyong lifts, slightly, letting out a sound that runs along the lines of a gasp, a moan, throaty and broken, and downright lewd, as Jongin’s barely touches him, rubs ownderfully against the tightness of his balls, ever so slightly nudges his own shaft. He looks over his shoulder, cheeks dusted a pale hue of rose,

“I want you to my thighs— Nice and hard, and maybe .. Maybe later let me— ride your fingers,” he pants, rocking back against him, trying to feel that press of Jongin’s thick member ruttig against his. He needs it. He craves it.

@ᶜ˖⁺ taeyong l。 Taeyong's feigned innocence was painfully alluring. His lack of ual experience was undoubtedly a disadvantage, but Jongin planned on showing him the ropes. Nevertheless, it seemed the Taeyong had an image in mind of what pleasure truly felt like and Jongin would not deny that the boy was doing things to him that Jongin had never really thought about. had become almost a chore until he thought about this side of Taeyong; hair stuck to his forehead with beads of sweat, breathless pants reverberating off of tan walls- if Jongin could feel the ual needs of puberty again, surely this is what it felt like.

Taeyong's growing need fueled the libido fire roaring within Jongin's core and he pushed back against the younger's sternum, flipping the roles once again. Reaching for his bag, Jongin produced a bottle of lube and motioned for Taeyong to roll over to all fours and to place his elbows on the arm of the couch. Pouring a generous amount of the opaque liquid onto his palm, Jongin spread it along both of Taeyong's inner thighs. "Since I don't want to strip you of all of your innocence in one go, I'm going to give you the next best thing. Keep your thighs together tightly and I'll do the rest, baby boy." The demand was almost a question, but also non-negotiable, if that were even possible.

Jongin aligned the head of between Taeyong's thighs, pressing in only a few inches a couple of times to tease the boy below him, aching for Taeyong to break his innocence facade once again. "Come on, baby. Use your words. Use that brain of yours." Jongin teased, a sinful smirk painting his countenance with hushed whispers of a night that neither of them would ever forget. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do."

@ˢ˖⁺ jongin k。 Taeyong's body visibly shudders as those deft fingertips along his shaft, his rising to full mast, veins whirling around the shaft, balls tightening visibly. He lets out a soft sob as Jongin takes his lips -- his own kiss is messy. Too much teeth, and a bit of saliva. He was so new to this, uncertain in how his lips are supposed to move against the elder's, how his tongue is supposed to glide along his. His moans are eaten, filthy, lewd sounds from the slight slurp of their kiss, as he pushes up insistently into Jongin. He needs him -- but he's pulling away, and Taeyong is chasing his lips. Wanting to feel them on him once again.

He's hot, light headed, looking up to the ceiling with blown pupils. The warming earthy tones of his iris completely consumed by the dark, lascivious induced swell of his pupils. There are tears in his eyes, saliva glistening on his lips, and he's a rag doll as Jongin takes off his sweater. He's bare for him, s pebbled from the cold air, goosebumps riding up along his abdomen. He's bared to him, without a care in the world. His whine in gentle, as he's situated onto his -- lover's? -- Jongin's lap, his arms lazily draping around his shoulders .. And he stares. Stares down between them, trying to listen to Jongin's words from the loud pulsating of his pulse in his ears.

What now? What now .. Slowly, Taeyong presses forward, rolling his hips, slotting his against Jongin's as he slowly grinds against him. It's messy, his precum smears along Jongin's abdomen, and he's letting out the most softest of moans. "Call me baby boy again," And if he didn't have a baby kink before, he did now. Being spoiled, being reduced to a sub space that has him wanting to curl and show his winking entrance to Jongin to ravish. With a shaky hand, he reaches down to take their in his hand, looking up to Jongin from under his lashes. He can barely hold the both with his hand, but he's trying. He's trying. As unpracticed hips press up, and up, slotting near perfect against him each time, feeling the heat rise in his lower belly.

"I.. I don't - I don't.." He pants, nose pressing against Jongin's, lips searching desperately for his. "I need .. I need- you-- please, please, Hyung .. !"

@ᶜ˖⁺ taeyong l。 The game had begun: the dainty, innocent fawn, and the ravenous, insatiable wolf prepared to snatch away innocence as if its life depended on it. As entirely innocent as Taeyong seemed, his body moved with shocking precision- the realization dawned upon Jongin that the boy had tainted himself with the access to literary and visual love-making at the tip of his fingers. The demand from Taeyong was tempting, and Jongin could not resist. Lowering himself, Jongin rested one hand next to Taeyong's head and glided the idle ivory digits along the boy's shaft, offering teasing to finally see him at full staff. "Mm..yes sir." Jongin breathed out, lips engaging in a battle for dominance against Taeyong's own. His tone was dripping with concupiscence, his own desire pulling out his seductive, succulent persona from deep within.

Within mere moments, Jongin surmounted enough self control to pull away from Taeyong to dispense the pair of their remaining clothing, removing them as if they were meaningless barriers, keeping them from their true passion potential. Grabbing Taeyong's hand, Jongin pulled the younger on top of him to straddle him on the couch. Jongin was curious to see how he would react with the tables turned. "What now, baby boy? Show me what you've got." He murmured, eyes gesturing down towards his own pulsing member, already full erect from the tantalizing .

@ˢ˖⁺ jongin k。 He thought Jongin was going to kiss him, take his breath, but no, he steals it. Steals it when he leans back and shucks off his shirt, revealing dark melanin that has Taeyong’s breath in as though he had taken a blow. His fingers want to roam, press against the dark s on his chest and the ripples of muscle on his abdomen, but Jongin steals again. Steals and demands his breath, his sounds, his moans as his lips and teeth force posession along his skin. Nestling against his jaw and neck, marking out his Taeyong. He’s never felt so warm without a blanket. The silver haired male feels the tresses sticking to his forehead, a sheen of sweat overcoming him, as Jongin’s hands move down .. And tug. Automatically, his hips raise, having seen, read this, almost a thousand times over, never once thinking he’d be in this position. Taeyong’s is half hard, curling pretty against his thigh, with crisp, light hairs surrounding. The tip’s as pink as his lips, twitching with the faintest hint of opaque liquids dripping from the tip, and he’s panting. Embarrassed. Looking up at him with a hazy gaze of uncertainty, his knees wanting to desperately rub together, but they’re pressing against Jongin’s sides, unintentionally pulling him closer. Taeyong’s hands move up to Jongin’s chest, finally, finally gaining his courage to let his nails drag down his skin, let his quivering fingers dance along him, “Kiss me, Jongin,” He murmurs, voice seemingly several octaves lower, and so hoarse.

@ᶜ˖⁺ taeyong l。 The kittenish peck leaves Jongin dissatisfied: it was wonderful, but not nearly enough. He couldn't blame the boy beneath him. He was undoubtedly a and Jongin did this kind of thing for a living. He supposed that he'd simply have to show him how it was done. Jongin threw the blanket on the ground, one hand curling up underneath the hem of his shirt, tossing it to the side. He lowered himself to press his lips against Taeyong's jaw, making sure to leave his mark on the pure, blank canvas: Taeyong was uncharted territory and Jongin was the explorer. Once he was satisfied, Jongin pulled back, ebony irises ghosting over the resplendently image lying before him: an individual he had craved since he had first walked into the real-estate office, an absolute mess, simply waiting to be claimed. Jongin's palm slithered down towards Taeyong's sweats- ironically convenient for their 'date'- and tugged them down along with the boy's boxers, revealing all of the ivory glory to his Jongin's hungry gaze.

@ˢ˖⁺ jongin k。 It was a flurry, a frenzy as he’d moved to rest on Jongin’s lap, only to be manhandled to the couch. Looking up to him with a sudden catch in his throat, his legs falling open, cradling Jongin between them perfectly. The blanket drapes over the older man, keeping Taeyong as warm as the body above him is, and he gulps. Gulps from the redness on his cheek, the close proximity of the other, how his mother would freak out if she saw him now .. And from the adrenaline that pounds in him. He his lips, craning his neck up. It’s just the slightest touch of lips, and he’s not very experienced. Kissing him with the lightest of dyad’s caresses, letting the molten emotions curling in his belly to unfurl as he leans up. He stops himself, just incase, and lets the softest ‘please,’ leave him, looking up to Jongin with barely there innocence through a thick veil of lashes.

@ᶜ˖⁺ taeyong l。 Jongin did as we was ordered, sitting down on the couch and flipping through the channels until he stumbled upon a romantic comedy. Cheesy, yet classy-- much like himself. He curled up on the couch in anticipation, turning so that Taeyong could sit in between his legs-- essentially in his lap. The moment was perfect. Jongin felt his breath begin to become caught in his throat. He was not the type to get anxious or feel any type of fluttery emotion, but it was nearly impossible in this moment. He felt..elated for the first time in years. In the heat of the moment, Jongin poked Taeyong on cheek, motioning him to face Jongin directly and the following was a blur. Within a few seconds, Jongin had gently pushed Taeyong to lie down on his back, Jongin hovering over him, lips dancing mere inches away from a the edge: a kiss that would act as a catalyst for an unbridled passion that threatened to spark between the two. "Can I...kiss you?" He breathed out, hesitant, and concerned that this is what Taeyong wanted.

@ˢ˖⁺ jongin k。 “Oh—!” Taeyong pauses, looking this way and that. He was so used to the chill of his home, that he rarely noticed the bite on his skin anymore .. But as Jongin brings it up, he feels the need for more warmth, and he gestures to the couch— “Sit for me? And the remote is there! I’ll be back—“ In a flash, he’s hopping off, passing by his hidey-hole kitchen and into the back, where his bed lay, sectioned off with hanging blankets and christmas lights he keeps up all years. Taeyong takes a rather plush, king sized blanket, and wanders back to his Jongin, grinning with delight. His nose is pink, and his cheeks rosey, looking tickled by the cold, as he settles himself next to Jongin, nestled against his side, draping the blanket over them. “Hope you don’t mind this,” He murmurs, letting his body relax as the warmth takes him.

@ᶜ˖⁺ taeyong l。 It was a fact that is was considerably warmer inside Taeyong's home, but Jongin could not seem to reach a comfortable temperature. His entire brain was screaming for something warmer-- more tangible. "Taeyong-- I realize this may seem like a strange request, but I am awfully cold. Do you have a blanket-- or something with some considerable warmth. I am feeling rather chilly." As truthful was Jongin's words were, he honestly felt the need to hold Taeyong- cuddle him underneath the sheets, and explore his options. There was no denying the sinful things he wanted to do, but those could wait a bit longer.

[] ik this is short. pls forgive

@ˢ˖⁺ jongin k。 His arms are strong, his hold is welcoming. Taeyong feels a swell in his chest that causes a lump in his throat — maybe it’s infatuation, maybe excitement that he was right. Either way .. He likes the fuzzy feeling. His feet crunch against the ground, trotting over to the steps, and taking them two at a time. Kharaa is whisping from this way to that, making little cooing sounds, as her plump body flitters over to Jongin — only to press her fluffy cheek to his, and then to Loki’s — so the familiar doesn’t fall too far from the tree... Taeyong’s home is warm, despite the chill outside, the small tree fixated next to the going fireplace, the smell of .. Something in the kitchen. He’d been making soup, set on a low setting, letting it warm over time as he rested outside. The boy slips his shoes off, and holds his arms out wide, “Ta-da!” ... Not much, but it was home. Filled with Christmas lights, and a warm feeling. ... But lord, was he bad at intimacy, or dates. Or .. Whatever this is.

“I promise, this isn’t a ploy for cheaper rent —“

@ᶜ˖⁺ taeyong l。 Everything happened so quickly that Jongin did not really have a moment to react; he wrapped his arms around Taeyong instinctively and pulled him close, relishing in the warmth and contact within the brittle touch of winter. As soon as he registered his actions, he dropped his arms to his side and coughed into his shoulder. Taeyong's scent reminded Jongin of his own younger days: Jongin curled up in his dorm room, room immaculate, yet messy in his own eyes, the scent of "Winter Wonderland" air freshener wafting throughout the small room. "I- yes. It is rather cold out here, don't you think?" He glanced at Taeyong, careful to not stare in his direction. He ushered for Loki to follow, the kitsune apparently skeptical of Taeyong and Kharaa, but loyal to Jongin's commands nonetheless.

@ˢ˖⁺ jongin k。 He hears an unfamiliar car rolling up, and his eyes barely move from his page. If it weren’t for Kharaa’s sudden puff, he would’ve never lifted his head to take a look, having immediately assumed it was Mom. But lord, was he wrong. There Jongin is, in all his glory, and Taeyong’s stomach twists. His heart swells, and he scrambles, nearly falling off the porch swing, dropping his notebook on the ground. His toes curl in his socks, and he slips his slippers on, nearly tumbling down the stairs as he hops doen them. His feet crunch in the snow, “Hey,” He whispers, breathless, his words creating a puff of visible air before him. His lips are chapped, and he seems skittish, but he’s so ecstatic — he can’t believe he forgot though. That’s what happens, he guesses. “I, uh,” It’s stupid, he is, how easily he gives Jongin a tight hug, and within seconds, he’s pulling away. Why. Did he hug him. Good question.

He didn’t even know.

Jongin smells nice, smells like home, like a man. Lord, Taeyong’s already drunk off his scent —

“Do— do you wanna come inside?” He throws a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing up the stairs.

@ᶜ˖⁺ taeyong l。 [pic for reference: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CP7SYjAUkAA8_Wu.jpg]

@ᶜ˖⁺ taeyong l。 Jongin had to hold back the cheeky grin that pulled at his lips. The way that Taeyong's voice deepened near the end of his sentence- it was something that all hotline workers had been taught when they were first hired. It was psychologically pleasing to the ear to hear someone's voice pitch change in the middle of a conversation. It was meant to keep your audience intrigued and their nether region alert. Needless to say, Jongin had never had to experience it himself, but he'd be damned if it didn't work both ways. "Yes of course- I'll be there. Friday. See you then, Lee Taeyong."

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Pulling into the driveway, Jongin took in the view of wintry abode. It looked like something straight out of a Robert Frost poem: the wooden timber provided a stark contrast to the first snow of this winter, painting the ground in a humble ivory. Parking the car and stepping out, Jongin grabbed his file of papers and his way towards the cabin, peering to get a better view of the man on the front porch. The papers- an excuse for his visit, nearly fell out of his hands. Taeyong looked like he just fell out of his closet and into the presents under the tree, but Jongin could argue that it fit him: Taeyong, based on his conversations with Jongin, striked him as a nerdy, ordinarily messy, "damn you clean up nice" kind of debonair guy when he needed to be. Jongin, on the other hand, nearly always found himself in a pair of slacks or jeans with a button up. Today, Jongin had opted for a slick pair of ebony jeans, black leather belt, and a dark long-sleeved t-shirt.

@ˢ˖⁺ jongin k。 "Well -- If .. This is Jongin from the leasing office, uhm .. Hi, first of all, hello," Taeyong's blushing a crimson red, leaning back against his pillows now, and staring up at the ceiling like a giddy high-schooler. "You .. Can pull up my housing records and .. Maybe come see me? Let's say -- Friday afternoon?" He bites on his bottom lip, trying not to sound too nervous, "Thank you, by the way .. For .. Your help, Mr. Jongin; I really, really," His voice has deepened, just a tad, a bit breathy, "appreciate it." He enunciates the last word, before drawing in a deep breath, "Anyways! Lee Taeyong, don't forget it! I'll see you Friday -- Maybe. And .. Thank you, really. I'd rather not kill myself with the mandrake root," He barely has time to register it ... And he's hanging up.

Does he have a date??

.. Flashforward to Friday, and he'll find out.

Find out as he rocks back and forth on his front porch swing, holding his notebook up, balancing it on his knee as the winter zephyrs of the afternoon caress his slightly cherry bitten cheeks. He nibbles on his pen, eyeing the words tat are scratched onto his notebook, trying to piece together his studies .. Hm ... He jots down a few notes, and honestly, he's so lost within himself that he's forgotten his previous plans. Thus the sweatpants, the baggy Christmas sweater that Yeji bought him, and his overall disheveled appearance.

@ᶜ˖⁺ taeyong l。 Jongin damn near choked on his own spit when Taeyong made the connection. "I- uh- I can't....I am not allowed to divulge personal information as such, but I will also not deny that the information you are providing is incorrect." Jongin attempted to dodge the bullet he was presented with, a bead of sweat trailing down from his temple, carving a path down his cheek. "But yes- we could meet up if you'd like. Whatever your heart desires." He tried to maintain a professional tone, but the mere thought of that boy destroyed any semblance of composure Jongin had. "Anyway- If I recall correctly, you are supposed to boil the mandrake root in the tonic water and then add the wolfsbane in as soon as it begins creating a furious boil. Otherwise, it will not shock the fibers of the wolfsbane to counteract the poison and you'll basically kill yourself otherwise."

@ˢ˖⁺ jongin k。 "Lycanthropy .. Of course .. Yea! No, this is perfect. So mandrake-root and tonic water -- do I have to crush the mandrake-root? Or is it as is? Like, does it soak in there? Do you know?" He's situating the phone against his shoulder, nodding, brows furrowed -- wait ... Jongin!? There was a Jongin he knows -- well, barely knows -- Okay so maybe he's ran past him a couple of times in the leasing office, and maybe, just maybe, he thinks he's super cute, and super charming, and that he doesn't look comfortable behind the desk. "I .. Mean, I know you're not supposed to give private information .. But there's .. A .. A Jongin I know," He gulps, setting his notebook down, "And I've .. Never heard him talk, but if .. It's you, then .. Maybe .. Uh -- I could .. See you sometime?" This was the creepiest thing he's ever done, hands down.

@ᶜ˖⁺ taeyong l。 Jongin could not deny the fact that his job could be a hit or miss. Most days, he was absolutely enthralled by the amount of individuals in need of discreet assistance, but tonight was not that night. Rather, he found himself taking a two-hour nap in lieu of having to answer any phone calls. Surely, his pay check was going to suffer. Sighing and resting his head on the desk, he heard his colleagues chatting up a storm in the cubicles next to him. He had almost given up on the night when he felt his phone beginning to vibrate. He jolted up fast enough to hit his head on his desk lamp and knock it off entirely. Answering the phone, hair a disheveled mess, and a throbbing pain scouring along his crown, Jongin tried to emit a seductive tone. "Adam and Steve hotline. This is Jongin speaking. What services are you in need of this evening?" The basic introduction was all he could muster before his head tilted ajar, caught off guard by the inquiry on the other end. "Oh- it's been quite a while, but wolfsbane, when combined with mandrake-root and tonic water in the correct method will bring about a lycanthropy potion. Does- does that answer your question at all?" Jongin recognized the distressed voice as one of his frequent callers. Taeyong was his name, Jongin thought. However, it had been a while since he had the pleasure of assisting him.

@ˢ˖⁺ jongin k。 His palms are drenched with sweat, sitting in his room, staring down at his notebook before him. There's .. Not many people he can ask. His teachers not being available at 1 in the morning, and him not being in the vicinity of Yeji - this was a predicament, it was sure. He picks up his phone, fingers slipping along the touchscreen of his iPhone, dialing a number he knows by heart now. Something that he had memorized long ago. His fingers are quick to type in his card number, and he asks for a specific person - a person whose voice has brought him bliss for many nights to come. When the line connects, he breathes out; "Hello?" Without skipping a beat, clearing his throat, Taeyong continues, "I .. I know you .. This isn't what you're used to, but I really need help. I can't .. Seem to remember the effects of wolfsbane when added to specific components -- and I, I mean, yeah you'll get paid either way, but ... I ... I need some help," Lord, he felt stupid, asking a .. Hotline worker this -- but he needs help. Lord, he needs something. Some incentive. They could even make a game out of it -