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It feels right.
The delicate tug of kiss-slicked lips, the way Jeongguk hums contentedly and gathers Taehyung closer in his lap, the flutter of Taehyung's pulse under Jeongguk's lips like a trapped butterfly when he leans in and presses his mouth to Taehyung's throat.
It feels so right.
Taehyung doesn't stop to consider whether it is or not, wonders only briefly at what point their playful wrestling had softened to limbs tangled up in the delicate clouds beneath them, and tentative kisses exchanged between curious touches.
He leans back for a moment to gaze down at Jeongguk, legs folded around the other cherub's waist, his fingers lovingly cupping Jeongguk's soft cheeks, gently brushing the pads of his fingers where Jeongguk's thick eyelashes fan against his gleaming skin. Jeongguk leans up to chase after his lips and Taehyung giggles quietly, lets himself be pulled down, lets Jeongguk rolls them slowly until Taehyung is nestled in the cottony fluff, pillowed on his own open wings, the downy feathers tickling where they touch his skin. He gazes breathlessly up into Jeongguk's bright eyes and watches Jeongguk's tongue dart out to moisten his lips.
The dainty motion leaves a wet pink shine behind, and Taehyung wants to taste it again. He laces his fingers behind Jeongguk's head and tugs, no strength behind it, and Jeongguk immediately sinks down, and then his lips are warm on Taehyung's again and they both sigh.
It's unlike anything Taehyung has felt before. Jeongguk's lips are petal-soft against his, fleeting touches of his soft tongue sending little tingles through Taehyung's lips and down his nape, Jeongguk's breathy sounds of pleasure trapped in Taehyung's mouth and mingling with his own.
Taehyung wonders aloud why they haven't done this before, but Jeongguk's hands are busy tracing the bare flesh of Taehyung's stomach that was exposed when they rolled over, and the gentle touch raises the little hairs on Taehyung's skin and slow heat stirs warm and comfortable between his legs. He shudders as Jeongguk slides one hand beneath him to stroke up the spine of one of his wings, carding through his feathers and kneading into him, the sensation overwhelming in its perfection.
More, Taehyung whispers, maybe. Maybe it's only a sigh, breathed between lingering kisses, but Jeongguk's hands steal beneath Taehyung's clothes, so maybe he's spoken aloud.
Warmth curls around him, embracing him with gentle arms as Jeongguk's fingertips trace electric up his ribs, tapping loving messages over his heart. He sighs again, and his breath hitches when Jeongguk settles between his legs and presses up against him. The moan that slips his lips doesn't sound like his voice, and he blinks dazedly as Jeongguk's teeth raise chills on his skin.
Their eyes meet as Jeongguk raises his head and his cheeks are flushed, the soft blush of the sky at dawn, and Taehyung moans softly as Jeongguk's lips lower again to close over Taehyung's chest. It's incredible, the sensations washing over him, drowning him until his mind and body are thrumming with awareness of Jeongguk. Jeongguk's warm hands, his gentle lips, his hips rolling carefully against Taehyung, his racing heartbeat where it's pressed against Taehyung.
Taehyung's fingers find their way into Jeongguk's hair and he curls them into the delicate strands, tugging gently with a gasp as Jeongguk nibbles. It draws a soft moan from Jeongguk, a whimper, and Taehyung does it again, face flushing hot as heat gathers between his legs. He wants to touch, to please, to give, and his fingers trace the shell of Jeongguk's ear tenderly.
Jeongguk, and this time he's sure he's spoken aloud because Jeongguk turns glistening doe eyes up at him, enormous and dark with what Taehyung knows to be desire, and then they're kissing again and it's wet and more insistent than before and Taehyung is pushing Jeongguk down to climb onto his hips, body bent forward braced on his elbows so that their faces are inches apart. He can't help staring, eyes tracing the curve of Jeongguk's cheek like he hasn't spent every day of his life with him, like he's never pressed chaste kisses to the tip of his round nose, never fallen asleep with his face tucked into Jeongguk's throat.
But it's different suddenly, somehow, and he bends his head to kiss under Jeongguk's jaw, savoring the shiver and whine the motion illicits. His thumb traces Jeongguk's lower lip, rubs across its plush surface, and one arm steals around Jeongguk's neck as he bends and tastes him again, tongue exploring his mouth softly.
You taste like nectar, Jeongguk whispers up at him, chest rising and falling visibly, and Taehyung squirms and bends to drag his lower lip into his mouth, nibbling gently as Jeongguk's hands steal around his waist again.
You feel like sunlight, Taehyung murmurs, and it's true: the bright pure light that warms him each morning, soaking into his skin and heating his cheeks like they are heated now. He reaches back to take Jeongguk's hand, twining their fingers together as he sits up and his hips rock slightly, unbidden. So bright.
Jeongguk sits up too, jostling Taehyung slightly from his perch, but only for a moment. His breath puffs feather-light against Taehyung's cheeks, and his wings shiver and spread with a rush of air, dusting them both in light clean scent. They block the light, casting dappled shadows onto Taehyung and framing the sun around Jeongguk's hair in a crown of light.
Sunlight, Taehyung whispers, and loops his arms around Jeongguk's neck, fingers tangling again in Jeongguk's curls and wandering across his shoulders. He tilts forward as Jeongguk tightens his arms around his waist, bends slightly to press twin kisses to Jeongguk's fluttering eyelashes. My little sun.
Jeongguk whines softly and leans into Taehyung's touch, turning his face to press tiny kisses into Taehyung's palm when he cups his cheek. Jeongguk is so beautiful, and Taehyung's heart is full to overflowing as he gazes at him.
It feels right.
It feels like love.