My Ideal Type Is Kang Taehyun | TaeGyu

Can't we just shut the world away?

Taehyun moaned at their lips and tongues lapping over each other's, erupting lewd squelches. He could feel the soft tickle of the older's breath beneath his nose, his fingers carding through the long raven hair as he gave Beomgyu free rein to do whatever he wanted.

But he was towed back to reality when he heard his phone ring. Momentarily, he pulled away, looking back and forth at the older and his phone. Beomgyu still had his eyes fixed on him, now seemingly annoyed as their session was interrupted. He tried to look from where he was seated and because the phone wasn't very far from him, also above the table, he could clearly see 'Hyuka' displayed on the screen.

However, reaching to it failed miserably as Beomgyu took the device in his hand to turn it off and toss it on the bed.

"Why–nngh"

Suddenly, he was being pushed to be laid on the table. Taehyun's heart thudded in anticipation as Beomgyu's eyes darkened.

The older reached for his paint tubes, still staring at him intently. He squeezed out the substances, rubbing his palm together. Beomgyu smirked lopsidedly as he took one of Taehyun's legs in his hands, tainting his ankle up to his calf and his thigh, stopping right at the edge of his shorts.

"Hyung—hah—m' cold." Taehyun shuddered at his touch.

Before the younger could process, he felt cold hands under his fuzzy sweatshirt, gasping when those pressed on the barbell under his navel before coming to touch either of the sensitive buds on his chest.

"Oh—Hyung." He shook his head side to side, delicately reaching to hold on to the older's forearms with every ounce of sanity left in him as the hands roamed around his toned muscles, Beomgyu's lustful eyes doing nothing to help him.

"Taehyun-ah," Beomgyu husked out, causing the younger to only hum, unable to form coherent words. "I want to look at you."

Taehyun's eyes blinked open, hooded. He bit his lips, wondering if it would be okay.

But the clothed bulge against his thighs was getting bigger by each passing minute, and he knew it was only burdening Beomgyu. Yet, the older was asking for his permission, eager eyes waiting for his answer. Besides, Beomgyu just wanted to take a look, what could even go wrong!?

So he raised both of his hands, allowing the older to tug on his sweatshirt. Content, Beomgyu was swift but when he was only halfway through, the doorbell had to interrupt.

Clenching his jaw, Beomgyu looked over the door from the bedroom. He then turned back to Taehyun to continue but paused when a few more doorbells went on.

"Should I just tear off the switch cables?" Beomgyu mumbled to mostly himself, but that made the younger flinch.

"I–I think you should go and check." Taehyun removed the older's hands from his body, finally words coming out of his mouth. "It could be something important."

Beomgyu let out an annoyed sigh, clicking his tongue before carding through his hair as if that alone would conceal his horny look. He walked out of the bedroom and to the main door to swing it open, ready to scream away the heck out of the person who dared to stop them until he saw an innocent looking Hueningkai standing there.

"Uhh...hi?" The wavy-haired boy's eyes darted along Beomgyu's messy hands and face, "Is Taehyun with you?"

Just when he asked, the mentioned boy walked out of the room, looking even messier with sweat and paint all over his body. Hueningkai scrunched his nose, wondering since when Taehyun was interested in painting but when he noticed the same mixture of colors in both of their cheeks, Beomgyu's hands and over one of Taehyun's legs, the gears of his head worked.