falling for your art teacher was never a good idea. jeon jeongguk learnt that the hard way.
a blossoming friendship between an art prodigy and a typical highschool art teacher.
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his wish was clear.
who was taehyung to deny him of what he wanted if what he craved was so obvious?
it should have frightened him, should have shaken him and woke him from his trance to see reality. but reality was too far away right now.
right now, jeongguk was his reality.
better than any other.
the glint in his eye said so enough, just confirmed it, more so, more than taehyung knew and chose to accept.
"how much i want you to kiss me again."
he'd beseeched, the distance that separated their faces was nothing but a few mere inches. scarce and ever so inconvenient intertwined with this new found heat that seemed to have settled between them.
his gaze was forever trained on the older's lips— his own, parted, thin, breath feverishly shallow and hot, heavy and his eyes hooded, focused. so focused.
"getting rather bold," taehyung mused softly as he slowly dipped his head lower, nose almost grazing the younger boy's. he too began to feel it, their warmth, their proximity, their lust that lingered, it remained so evident. "aren't we, sweetheart?"
jeongguk only dared to lean in further; fully aware of what he was doing. where this was going. it wouldn't end well, they knew this all too well. suppose they enjoyed the ride? there'd be no harm in that, of course.
his raven hair shifted over his face, cheeks flushed and as he spoke,
"well it's you that makes me this way." jeongguk said, biting his lip as slowly inched closer towards the man. "i can't be to blame, taehyung."
a small hand found it's way to taehyung's knee, the older tensed under the boy's touch, gazing deeply into his soft, sweet eyes.
"i'm not necessarily complaining, darling." taehyung spoke, breath airy and shallow as he vaguely acknowledged the way that jeongguk had shifted his position to kneel above him, the way his thick thigh brushed his, the way he confidently put a leg over his waist to straddle him, fully seated on him now.
there wasn't an inch of his skin that he hadn't felt against him.
jeongguk was sat in his lap.
closer than ever.
his waist brushed the man's torso, skin hot and thighs heavy, thick against this own. the boy's soft fingers wandered up his arm, a ghost trail of a caress that crept up past his shoulder. his small, featherlight touches were gentle across the dip of his collarbone, his strong neck, his stiff jaw.
