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Taesan fucks into him so slowly Jaehyun thinks he's going to die. Every push of his hips forces Jaehyun to tip forward and lean on his strained, trembling arms. Every muscle in his body screams in agony as Jaehyun arches and pushes back on Taesan's cock, gulping as a wide hand splays on his lower back, skin sticking to skin, owing to the hot sweat pooling there. Jaehyun is drenched, his brown hair plastered around his face, long strands getting into his eyes, nose and mouth, but he doesn't give a single fuck about that. Not right now.
"More," he all but croaks, vocal cords ruined from obsessed moans and screams that were all but torn out of him by the man dominating his ass at the moment. Taesan seems oblivious to his plea, making slow, steady inhales that are counted by Jaehyun. It's easy, because every in is loud and strained, and every out comes in the form of a hiss.
Jaehyun's cock is weeping, curved up to his stomach and turning an irate shade of reddish purple, and he lets out a hoarse moan as his arms finally give out after another brutal thrust. He can't hold in a hitched whimper as he falls onto the pillow, the soft fabric almost suffocating him, and there are tears gathered in the corners of his eyes.
Jaehyun feels like he's about to burst, split open like a ripe fruit, juices violently splashing every which way and staining the pristine white ceiling.
"Taesan, Taesan," his chants are muffled and fervent, the blood in his temples crashing against the surface in nauseously hot waves. He constricts around Taesan and moans again when the palm resting on his back slides up, gliding through the sweat all the way to his shoulder blades, stopping between them and pushing Jaehyun further down into the covers.
"God, Taesan, fuck, don't stop, please don't fucking stop now," there's not enough air to say anything more, so Jaehyun turns his head to the side and parts his reddened, kiss-swollen lips, lashes fluttering up and down in quick succession as his vision begins to swim.
Jaehyun is fucked open, his body responding to every twitch of Taesan's cock inside him, clenching around him in an attempt to reach the final goal.
And then Taesan is leaning over him, covering his trembling body with his broad chest, arms wrapping around his hips and snapping them up, "Do it, come on."
Taesan's voice is dripping with sex in his ear, dry lips brushing his skin, and Jaehyun feels the scorching heat radiating off every part of the man.
He gives a broken shout and bucks as life, light, love spills out of him in a seemingly endless stream, the pictures behind his eyes blurring and rending asunder into a thousand glass shards, every one of them the brightest, most brilliant colour he's ever seen, before he collapses into the pitch darkness.
He hears Taesan's groan through the fading lust-haze, feels the sticky and warm liquid dripping down his thigh. Taesan presses closer, tugging Jaehyun flush against his chest, and whispers sweet nothings into his sweaty hair. Jaehyun catches "never letting you go", "fucking missed you", "mine", "puppy", but it all doesn't matter. What matters is the warmth that seeps right through his bones and covers him a like a blanket, pushing out the sick fever and making him breathe again.
He closes his eyes and just lets himself be. Be held in Taesan's arms and feel his soul let out a quiet, contempt sigh at having found the one who could take him head on and not break his damn fragile heart.
Who would've thought. Taesan Fucking Han, his own personal sun.
And Jaehyun fully plans to bask in its gentle, golden glow, if not for the rest of his life, then at least for now.