College, the start to a new phase in life and a step closer to full independence when one takes up residence in the city where the university is located in case it is nowhere close to the place called "home" for years on end. Of course, the rent is high in this particular one, but the splendid connection and shared apartment makes up for the high cost since two people have to pay the monthly fee of living in a renovated historical building located in the old centre with its, unfortunately severely dirtied, canal and canal cellars now housing restaurants and the old buildings like the one shared with Taehyung, all having their lower floors transformed into shops of all sorts.

The crowd of people roaming the streets, especially the overwhelming flow of tourists, is bothersome since there is never a moment of silence to be had, but the privilege of waking up to the carillon of the remaining clock tower of the church that was ruined by a tornado in 1674, severing the tower and actual church forever since they were rebuilt as two separate edifices that now domineer the heart, makes it all worth it with its gentle melodies that are way preferable over the daily sneering of the hellishly beeping alarm. Although neither seems to rouse the tanned housemate from slumber, so it can be called a true miracle the morning seminars or lectures are attended at all with two cups of coffee. Tae is an absolute darling, always bringing one for me as we nip at the hot drinks while trying to pay attention and making notes, slightly leaning on each other to not arouse too much suspicion regarding the low energy levels and simply because it is enjoyable to bask in the comfort of a friend this way.

It has taken a while to get to this stage, a whole summer, but even then it was reached fairly quickly. At the beginning of July, the move to this city was made with little belongings and some funds to buy the necessary furniture at IKEA, the paradise for broke students to shop for decent furniture that emits the feeling of a nonetheless stylish and prosperous living.

Backpack containing a change of clothes, toiletries, a few beloved books and arms carrying a cardboard box containing the rest of the small collection of paperbacks and hardcovers that could simply not be left behind alongside a couple precious trinkets to have at least a bit of home in this strange yet familiar town, considering many hours had already been spent here during the youth that has only recently been left behind, the way was found to the correct house above a clothing shop of a higher price class, the front door right beside the entrance to the store.

It was opened after ringing the bell twice, stumbling feet reaching the door and long slender fingers undoing the lock on the other side. The actual face of the person I would come to be living with had never been seen at this point, the only contact established via email and solely concerning the pay of the rent and all other details accompanying moving in with someone might concern. Moreover, the photos put on the real estate page on Facebook were more than sufficient in providing information as to what the new living quarters would look like, so there was already a level of trust before the meeting. Plus, the opportunity to visit had never really been there since the previous months were jam-packed with travelling up until then and thus the face answering was a very pleasant surprise. Well, appearance-wise, but personality-wise there was still a long road ahead to get used to. A path which was not without its bumps.

In the doorway stood a tall sun-kissed young man likely of Asian parentage with broad shoulders, espresso brown hair that formed a mullet in the back - a hideous hairstyle otherwise, but somehow he managed to pull it off quite well - and kind molten chocolate almond-shaped eyes set above deep pink smooth lips. The outfit of the day consisted of a crisp white printed tee, feet stuck in matching Nike air max, on top of bright orange loose trousers.

A wondering look appeared on the handsome features that caused absolute bafflement because it was utterly unexpected to live with such a good-looking guy. Not that it made the view on living together, as two complete strangers, any different. 'Hey, can I help you?' Gaze drifting down to the cardboard box held more firmly to not show the sudden nervousness driving the heart to beat in overdrive and palms to become slightly clammy, the essential connection was made, creating a gentle smile conveying genuine surprise and happiness. 'You must be Y/N. Hi, I'm Taehyung. Come on in and I'll show you around.'

A set of oak stairs we ascended to the first floor, where an ebony gaboon door was set in the left opal wall of the tiny hallway that would be discovered to not differ in size in comparison to the two floors above. The present company opened the door painted a pale shade on the inside, gesturing with a big hand to enter upon stepping aside. 'Ladies first.'

The apartment now called "home" is not that grand or colourful, the entryway opening up to the living room that also functions as a kitchen and dining room of a stark white two-room flat with a light birch floor that bathes each morning in the light filtering in through the French window overlooking the grand plaza with its many restaurants and cafes in the student area of the town. The furniture is of monotone colouring, only slightly altering from the all-round alabaster by the darker tones used for the carpet and coffee table, further doing so via the light stone hue of the L-shaped sofa that brings a pop of colour with the bright orange cushions in the corners.

And it is precisely with one of those pillows in a broad lap the housemate is found on Wednesday night, which has been deemed "study night" and been a regular habit under the roof of the canal building. However, Taehyung always shows more seriousness during these nights by diving into the textbooks, making notes all the while on every piece of information and in turn investigating them to imprint the knowledge so that the next test cannot form a surprise. Contrasting to this, a more relaxed attitude is taken on in my stead, simply trying to remember the pieces of text by leaving through the books yet thoroughly reading the concerned penned down notes in combination with taking a look at the lecture powerpoints that have been put online. In the meanwhile, it is endeavoured to not worry too much but regardlessly it fails every time, evidently showing it with occasional frustrated sighs.

Notwithstanding, the fellow student seems to struggle with holding a steady focus on the phonetic system, next test's subject, lip caught between teeth as the friction of fabric on fabric caused by awkward shuffles resonates in the otherwise silent room, the instrumental jazz that forms a steady aspect of the routine inaudible through the plugged-in earbuds. An ever so slightly noticeable roll of the hips against the summertime-toned pillow combined with a low agitated grunt gives the truth of the action away, the handsome features contorted into the exact same expression as seen earlier during the day at the literature lecture, desperate to remain casual albeit with a hint of annoyance. The hand on the thigh, a normally innocent way to make the man switch focus even if for just a second to ask a whispered question so as not to disturb the lecture or make a sometimes amusing comment, was slapped away with a similar look yet followed by the unspoken apology conveyed by sincere almond puppy eyes upon seeing the disbelief and hurt at the fierceness of the gesture.

Leaning against the wall, wrapped in an immensely soft fluffy bathrobe that retains the warmth which was not lost after stepping out of the shower cabin, the curious view is observed for a few seconds more with a heat between the thighs that only worsens upon hearing the suppressed low growls and suggestive unconscious movements against the cushion. However, fortunately, the primal desire to find release right there and then cannot be acted upon due to fingers being tightly trapped underneath and smirking lips sealed shut, although that does not guarantee the dimmed whimpers will stay unnoticed much longer if those earbuds are removed. Also, it does not prevent the image of being taken on the sofa whilst being held tight by Tae's secure strong arms. Those roseate lips dominantly though lovingly pressing against the skin of the neck, leaving plum marks flowing over in navy as time passes, while sonorously grunting as bodies move in a pleasurable union in lavender and mint air.

The baritone timbre rises to a high pitch when thoughts about the conjured phantom are voiced, one hand holding the cushion in place as the other violently removes the earbuds and metal-lined glasses, tossing them aside. 'Y/N.'

Mayhaps it is consciously or not, but at the mention of my name a soft whine betrays having been there, observing the sinful act, as desperate for release as him. Withal, with a clearing of the throat, composure and image are somewhat saved by a slightly sarcastic remark at seeing Taehyung's still somewhat blurry eyes rapidly shift focus, cheeks crimson with shame at being caught red-handed. 'I'm pretty sure that's not an allophone. Could be a phoneme, although I'm not sure our professor would agree.'

'How long have you been standing there?' Though sincerely surprised, the traces of lust remain as noticeable in speech as the haze polishing an astonished gaze that only becomes more comical as feet near the stone-coloured couch.

'Long enough to hear you say my name.' Per direct teeth worry the bottom lip again and eye contact is broken off, reverting to the tossed aside items, but this does not discourage the devil within from acting up. Digits languidly trace the jaw before gently compelling the continuation of the former form of contact.

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-' comes the sheepish though clearly humiliated beginning of an apology for something that may have been timed awkwardly, but is nothing except natural.

'I didn't say I didn't like it, but,' good-naturedly, the pillow is forced from the powerful hold on it and slowly a seat is taken on the broad lap, big hands instinctively coming to rest on the waist to offer support, gripping them strongly in a manner that hurts a tad when hips begin to roll against the still clothed heat source in a manner that leaves us breathless, 'surely this feels better.'

Only a weak nod forms a response to the statement of the fact, the meeting of withheld bodies clouding the mind too much to form a coherent answer, worsened with the very first touch of lips soon driven to madness, starting out slow and gentle, but soon confusing them to the point of not knowing whether they can remain as sane as they are now if their partner continues the maddening motions fueling the fire of a body burning with passion.

The frenzy worsens when the bathrobe is rapidly thrown aside alongside the soaked excuse of a hipster during a brief intermezzo, palms mapping out every detail of the revealed body with the look of a man who has found himself in the company of a deity, disbelief mixed with affectionate worship, determined to not leave a spot untouched. Normally, the nakedness would have been a cause for embarrassment and ignited the urge to hide behind anything that can function as a proper cover, but right now, with Tae acting so sweetly and obediently, there is no need to conceal.

Hence is why the proposed suggestion spoken in a groan, feeling the wetness when fingertips travel lower and leave the mind whirling once they are in a position that would only need to be altered a tad to begin a somewhat physical connection, is retorted with the remaining hint of corrupted sanity. 'We can still stop. You don't-' The sudden switch in posture cheekily establishes a form of the union we both crave yet do not want without consent. However, all doubt is taken away at the willing intrusion. 'Y/N...'

Holding on to broad shoulders clad in the same printed shirt worn during the first day at the apartment, the fabric crumpling in the iron-like grip, the magic below is taken advantage of as much as possible while enjoying the conflicted though mostly pleased frown forming on the young man's face, encouraging to pursue the goal of building up the anticipation growing rapidly inside. 'Don't make me- ah - stop. Don't end this.'

A second digit is added with a ragged exhale turning into a high moan against the lips, the confusion only fully able to fade with vocal consent that has yet to be given. 'Do you really want- dammit, so tight - me to do this?'

Instead of giving a full response and regardless of the mist of desire veiling the mind that only cloaks common sense more as advances down towards the fingers are made rapidly with stuttering hips and connected lips, the zipper of the same orange pants at the time of our first meeting is opened and the clothing pushed down enough alongside the boxer barely able to contain the show of desire. Just the mere thought I am the cause of this is enough to act on the funny boldness suddenly seeped into attitude and exploit it.

For a brief moment, the chase for personal relief is halted to enjoy the sight of chocolate eyes rolling back in the head with a sonorous groan when digits lightly graze the burning hardening and a palm forms around the source for distraction. Making use of the access this grants to Tae's neck, feathery chaste kisses are placed on soft caramel skin and soon followed up by small bites that shall undoubtedly leave marks, showing all the drooling girls during seminars and lectures who he rightfully belongs to.

'W- wait, we should- ah, baby, stop.' A large hand encloses the wrist of the hand that has halted the delicious former connection, carefully removing the insertion albeit with disappointment at the hollow feeling, to create another more meaningful one initiated by teasing the most sensitive part of the boy that has unknowingly captured the heart. The grip is firm and thus renders any sort of movement unable, much as we want it otherwise. 'Condom.'

Free hand caressing the back of the neck, absentmindedly playing with the longer espresso-coloured locks, reassurance is given with a breathy purring voice that is barely able to remain coherent. 'It's alright, Tae. Just pull out.'

'Y/N, we re- really... need a...' The hold on the wrist loosens somewhat upon hearing the consent, probably momentarily distracted by the idea of bare contact and the thought of nevertheless coming undone inside that perhaps involuntarily fuels the wanting even more, giving enough leeway to throw our bodies into a union despite the hesitancy. Stare hypnotized and hands holding on to the hips in a strong fashion, the slow joining is regarded with teeth biting down on the bottom lip swollen by sweet kisses, barely audible grunts and quick gasps betraying the enjoyment of the moment. 'Shit, so fucking wet.'

A few moments are taken to adjust to the unexpected considerable size of him, tingling shivers causing goosebumps all over when feeling the twitching against a background of uncharacteristically high whimpers, begging for friction. 'Taehyung,' the hold on the waist cheekily causing slight relief is stopped at once, gaze stern though devilish, voice retaining the purring tone that apparently gets the tanned youth going despite the faded sensations below, 'do you want it that bad, baby boy?'

'Please, Y/N, it feels so good. I can't... I need to...' Another futile roll ends in being pushed against the back of the sofa, ending in me falling on Tae by being pulled along and unintentionally giving in to the plead when properly sitting upright in his lap again, smiling thanks to the silliness and amazing feeling of the re-established connection between our bodies.

Though wanting to give in already and lose control in a primal chase for blank oblivion, the game is nonetheless continued to be played a tad longer. Just enough to drive the handsome man to the edge of pure insanity, tethering on the edge of bliss but not quite falling off it. 'Use your words. What do you need?'

'To fuck. I- I need to fuck you, babe.' A difficult swallow precedes a high-pitched moan at the languid action bringing pleasure, glad to be given into a little at last. 'Please let me.'

'No.' The word comes out so certainly it takes us both by surprise, coaxing out a girlish giggle at the startled expression containing a hint of disappointment at the denial. Withal, the serious intonation is nuanced with the course of action that follows, bringing the gratitude that can no longer not be chased after. 'You don't get to fuck me,' a mischievous grin tugs at the corner of the mouth when the finger that traces the outline of Taehyung's roseate bottom lip is enveloped and sucked on, thus hopefully ending the torture, 'It's the other way around.'

A sharp gasp falls from those same lips when at last the teasing is ended and secure hands guide the crazy-driving incredibly slow ascend and descend, flashes of smiles passing by on a handsome face contorted with the pleasure of the act and the effect he has on me despite being pinned in place. 'Y/N, you're- this feels- shit, so warm.'

Low baritone curses form a background against the mixed moans and whimpers easily overpowering the soft watery sound of the languid pace of skin on skin as unwavering eyes lock gazes. A noise that is temporarily disrupted when the bond is almost broken, only the slightest bit remaining and devilishly threatened to be let go of, already trembling while removing chocolate brown strands from the forehead dampened by a sheen of sweat. Another twitch below almost invokes sweet nothingness to dive into, literally so by the sudden spasm within causing the greater access to an equally heated throat and Taehyung making use of the occasion to take revenge for the marks left on him.

However, not one of the assaults truly leaves signs of possession behind, likely due to being on the same train of thought that if the feathery pecks would turn more aggressive, a turn to begging would have to be made in order to continue the divulging in sin. 'Such a good boy.'

A mere whimper forms a response to the praise, a soft sob following it after multiple light strokes over aching slick throbbing skin, the veins tangibly pulsing against the palm. 'Slide down, babe. S- Stop teasing me.'

'Or what, baby boy? Do you want me to feel you again?' An eager nod, a dark veiled teary stare meeting mine as hands try futilely to reconnect, but the effects of the deed have weakened the ability to conjure the power that can be so without problems. Still supported by the resting position of hands on broad shoulders, a very suggestive proposal that hopefully be agreed upon despite the paradox is whispered in Tae's ear. 'Spread my legs and let you cum inside?'

'Didn't y- you want me t- to pull out?' Regardless of the barely-there hint of sanity, the lovely, though puzzled by the contradiction, man does not fail at remembering the unspoken promise of avoiding major consequences via a simple motion.

'I did, but- ah!' A bit too fast our bodies become once more fully connected, the impact scrambling every coherent thought left at the slightly hurtful sensation of him overtaking every sense as positions are switched quicker than lightning, a few pillows falling onto the ground thanks to feet accidentally kicking them off the stone grey sofa while contrasting gentle hands put me down, a secure arm wrapped around the waist calming the temporary panic at the pain.