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Taehyung hasn’t always been the most competitive person on earth. Maybe Jeongguk is rubbing off on him – too many overwatch matches, bowling, and strength matches left Taehyung a little frustrated and too eager to win but nothing of that could explain how exactly Yoongi and he ended up in this ridiculous conversation.

He’s not even sure how they ended up there. Like, he thought maybe this day would be awkward because he’s not really often alone with the elder. More used to being around him with their group of friends. If he thinks about it, he’s never really been alone with Yoongi until today. Not sure how it happened but it did and he doesn’t really understand why they’ve never done this sooner. (Not that he never wanted to. He just thought it would be easier to stay away from the elder if wants to keep his heart whole because unfortunately, Min Yoongi belongs to the species known as heterosexuals. Sadly. Taehyung swears the other is too cute to be straight but well, nothing he could change right? That still hasn’t stopped him from crushing on the elder so he just decided to stay away from him as much as possible.)

Yoongi comes back with him to his apartment – it’s small, it’s simple but he likes it. He likes it a lot even though it’s sometimes a little messy which is definitely due to his roommate. Jeongguk – the one who is the cause of all this. All of this freaking mess is the fault of the one and only Jeon Jeongguk. It has been one of Jeongguk’s magazine lying around on their couch. The cover features two very minimalistic clothed men in a rather compromising position and of course, it has been the first thing the elder notices upon entering the apartment.

“So, you’re into that?” Yoongi asks the second he spots the magazine lying openly on one of the couch cushions and to Taehyung’s horror the other starts flipping through the pages as nonchalantly as if he’s skimming the newspaper. To put it simply, Taehyung has no idea what he’s supposed to do. His crush is sitting on his couch – his very straight crush sits on his couch and skims a gay porn magazine of his roommate. What a headline that would be. Man’s heterosexual crush casually looks through the gay porn magazine of roommate and asks about man’s sexuality like he wants to know the weather. (Why the hell Jeongguk still keeps porn magazines when the freaking internet and his whole boyfriend exist is beyond him.)

What’s he even supposed to say? For Taehyung his sexuality has never been an issue, he’s always been pretty open about it but that might be a disadvantage now. Min Yoongi entered the little group of friends around a year ago and since then Taehyung has been intrigued but because he’s very open about his sexuality he never really felt the need to come out to everyone he met. He just assumed people knew but it seems like Yoongi doesn’t. The elder wouldn’t judge him. Of course not when he literally adores Taehyung’s best friends who lead a very healthy homosexual relationship. But still.

“That’s not mine,” Taehyung dumbly says and he keeps hovering awkwardly in front of Yoongi, not sitting down on the couch.

“So you’re not?” The elder asks and Taehyung could see the hint of a smile trying to steal itself on the other’s lips. It’s endearing and if Yoongi wouldn’t look at freaking gay porn right in front of his eyes, Taehyung would need to suppress his cooing.

“That’s not what I said,” He cautiously says, thinking carefully about this, “But it is Jeongguk’s magazine.”

“So…” Yoongi drawls, his tongue is pocking the inside of his cheek like it always does when he’s thinking. It shouldn’t get Taehyung as hot and bothered as it does. The elder idly flips through the pages while Taehyung just continues to watch on mortified at the naked men displayed on every single page. “Who’d you be?”

“Excuse me?” He chokes, his fingernails painfully digging into his hands at the straightforward question from the elder. It’s not like he doesn’t actually understand what the other is asking him but Taehyung thinks he would die of embarrassment from just thinking about telling Yoongi ‘who he would be.’ No one ever expects the personality change of Taehyung once he’s in the bedroom. A whole new person between the sheets.

“The guys – who of them would you be?” Yoongi clarifies, looking up at the blushing male in front of him. His index finger lies atop of a picture of two almost naked men – one of them holding the other down, kneeling between his legs.

“Like – uhm, top or bottom?” He asks, voice unsure even though he’s one hundred percent sure that he knows what Yoongi’s asking of him but he can’t just tell him. Who even does that? Very close best friends maybe but he never had this kind of close relationship with the elder. Yes, he might have been crushing on him for quite some time but he never really felt the need to act upon his feelings, content with just being with the other but now that they’re alone something shifts between them. He’s sure Yoongi is feeling it too – He’s pretty sure this shift is the whole reason for the embarrassing questioning of the other.

“Yup,” Yoongi pops the ‘p’ nonchalantly as if he’s asking about the weather and not whether Taehyung takes it up the ass or gives it up the ass. Maybe he should enlighten Yoongi about the possibility of switching but then he isn’t really switching either. Taehyung likes what he does during sex and when he wants to change things up a bit it’s only with a person he can really trust unconditionally.

So he answers with the only possible reply, “Uhm, top, I guess?” Albeit it comes out as a question and not the definite statement he has been going for.

“You guess?” Yoongi arches his eyebrow and it shouldn’t look as hot and intimidating as it does. “Sounds more like a bottom to me.”

“Sure, Jan.” Taehyung almost snorts, cockiness flooding over him as he falls back on the couch next to the elder. Seems like Yoongi doesn’t think he’s capable of being a little unlike his normal awkward and childish self once it comes to sex. “I’m sure between the two of us I’d be the top and you would be the bottom.”

Yoongi looks amused, tongue poking into his cheek as he seizes him with a challenging look.

-

Jimin might be having an even crazier day than his best friend/soulmate/roommate of his boyfriend and that is really something.

It should have been a normal day. Jimin has woken up in his apartment with the smell of coffee in the air and sunlight slightly dancing over the other side of the bed. Empty. The sheets are made, not neatly but he smiles at the effort of his boyfriend. Once he turns around to get a glance at his alarm clock he wants to bury himself back into his warm and very comfortable sheets – it’s only twelve for heaven’s sake – but the deep rumble of his stomach forces him to act upon his primal instincts.

He keeps the blanket wrapped around his shoulders as he trudges out of his bedroom and through the living room, on his way to the kitchen he picks up the glasses and bowl he and Jeongguk left on the table yesterday when they watched a movie. The younger left his used coffee mug in the kitchen, not even in the sink but Jimin is too tired to be annoyed. Maybe someday Jeongguk would learn how to keep things tidy. He was probably in a hurry though, every time he sleeps over at his place the younger has more troubles getting up early in the morning. “It means I have to leave you all alone,” He argues when Jimin tells him he needs to be on time for his classes, “You just look too cuddly in the morning.”

That’s Jeongguk for you and the cuddles he gives are really A but no matter how much Jimin loves waking up between big arms holding him close, the other’s education couldn’t suffer because of it. He pours himself a cup of coffee, by now it’s not steaming hot anymore but he likes it better this way. The blanket around his shoulders keeps him warm as he waddles over to settle down on the couch, quickly sticking his feet under the cover too because the floor has been pretty cold against his naked skin.

Jimin turns on the TV but doesn’t really watch what’s on, his eyes keep dropping. But what does it even matter? It’s his free day, no classes, no practice – he can be as lazy as he wants.

When he opens his eyes the next time there’s some weird show about cars going on and he turns off the TV. The tiny rest of his coffee has gone completely cold and his neck has become stiff from falling asleep in such a weird position on the couch. He groans slightly before shifting around and gazing at his phone. There are a few new messages from Jeongguk, not even a few minutes old.

HYUNG!!!

I need you to head over to my apartment (spare key in the potted plant – the one that looks dead already) and bring me my shoes for dance class!!

I forgot them!!!

Please save me!!

Another groan tears itself from his throat but he could never deny his boyfriend anything. Against every fiber, of his being, he comes out from under the blanket and shivers instantly from the sudden coldness surrounding him. He should better get going soon. Before he goes to dress he quickly shoots Jeongguk a reply saying he’s on his way to his apartment.

It should have been fine. Nothing was supposed to happen. Jimin knows that Taehyung wouldn’t be home already – the younger finally found the courage to hang out with his long-term crush alone. Yes, Jimin blatantly ignores the fact that Min Yoongi is straight in favor of keeping his best friend from crying over the fact every day.

Anyway, when he reaches the apartment he finds the key easily, the door is locked and he’s alone in the small hallway. With a sigh he enters without toeing off his shoes – he’ll be gone in a few seconds anyway. Or that’s what he thought. Once he enters Jeongguk’s room his mouth falls open. How the hell is he supposed to find the other’s shoes in this chaos? It’s impossible.

Something inside of him itches as his gaze travels over the floor – or the floor which you couldn’t quite see because it’s covered with basically everything his boyfriends owns. He can’t let him live like this. With determination Jimin quickly starts his mission of cleaning the room in record time.

It’s only once he’s done with the first half of the room when he notices voices filtering through the door which he left ajar before. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem but he doesn’t only hear the deep rumble of his best friends voice but also the low and sleepy voice of Yoongi. Why are they even here?

Jimin moves to open the door to reveal himself and maybe ask them to search for the shoes with him while tidying the room as well. But the words which leave his best friends lips makes him stop dead in his tracks, hand already raised to open the door completely but now he’s paralyzed.

“I’m sure between the two of us I’d be the top and you would be the bottom,” Taehyung’s voice filters into the room. Jimin drops the shirt he had just been holding, head snapping towards the voices as his whole body freezes. This can’t be real. Somebody tell him that this can’t be real. Sometimes he can’t believe what goes on in Taehyung’s mind and how he comes up with the most ridiculous conversations ever.

“Are you sure about that?” Yoongi asks and the way his voice becomes a little cocky almost makes Jimin cringe. God, he definitely doesn’t want to witness this. He doesn’t want to hear this at all. “Because I’m sure that you’d be the bottom. I’m more dominant.”

He almost snorts at that. Everyone and their great great great grandma could see that Min Yoongi is not as cold, mysterious or ‘dominant’ as he seems. That guy is a softie at heart, especially when it comes to the two youngest in their group of friends. Whereas Taehyung… - well, let’s just say that Jimin doesn’t want to elaborate on that fact due to a traumatic experience which had to do with a similar experience and a lot more naked skin of the people behind the door.

“Bold of you to assume that I’m submissive but also very bold of you to assume that the dominant person can’t be the bottom and the submissive one can’t be the top.” Jimin nods at Taehyung’s words. That’s some spoken truth right there, even though personally he prefers being the bottom and submissive that still doesn’t mean he never likes to change things up a bit. Switching exists, my pals. “Also, I’m not really sure if you’re actually more dominant than me.” Jimin would sign that statement.

“Still –“ Yoongi is really out there to defend his straight honor. Jimin might be a little impressed with the other’s dedication to proving that he would top even though he’s not even gay. What does he care? What could he possibly gain from convincing Taehyung that he would definitely be the one topping him? Nothing. He would gain absolutely nothing but he’s trying his hardest. “I’d definitely top.”

“Uhm, I think that I’d top because I’m taller.” Jimin quietly snorts because really? Really Taehyung? Who’s falling into heteronormativity now? As if the other never let a smaller male top him. Jimin is pretty aware of the guy Taehyung has been sleeping with at some party at the beginning of university and talked about for decades because ‘you don’t know what he did with his hips! I had to crane down for kissing but the way he moved!’ So, Jimin’s calling bullshit on that explanation. By now, he has become pretty invested in the whole discussion, wondering about the outcome. Who would end up being the top between the two of them?

“Bold of you to fall into these stereotypes of heteronormativity. Just because someone is taller doesn’t automatically mean that they top.” Jimin nods along to the other’s words. Like he knows it’s the thing most people think when they see gay couples. The taller one tops and the smaller one bottoms but to be honest, what the hell does height say about the position in sex? That’s extremely weird. “Anyway,” Yoongi continues, “The real answer is that the one with the biggest dick tops and that’s obviously me.”

“How the fuck is that obviously you?” Taehyung laughs, sounding kind of offended at the other’s accusation. “You haven’t even seen me!” Well, but Jimin has. Courtesy of having owned the spare key that the other two now keep hidden gave Jimin the opportunity to wander into their apartment whenever he felt like it. Unfortunately, that resulted in seeing a lot of things he didn’t really want to see. From scaring Taehyung while he was reenacting a drama with a green face mask on, barely dressed in his pink boxers to surprising the other running naked around the apartment a lot of times. These occasions are only a few of which made Taehyung decide to revoke his key privileges in the end.

But Jimin has seen his dick and he has to apologize to Yoongi because he doesn’t think he would win when they compete for length. Taehyung doesn’t only radiate Big Dick Energy.

“So, you think you’re packing more than me?” Yoongi asks and Jimin wants to scream because the competitiveness of the other implies that he’s a second away from whipping out his dick and a ruler. Which means that Taehyung would see the dick of his crush. Jimin doesn’t want to witness that! He knows that his best friend won’t survive this and he hopes that the other is aware of that fact and just leaves it be but of course not. Of course, Jeongguk’s petty competitiveness has taken over Taehyung too.

“Baby, please,” Taehyung drawls and Jimin knows, he just knows that his best friend has his best bedroom eyes on right now, “I think you won’t be hetero anymore after you’ve seen this dick.”

“Let’s compare!” Yoongi yells. Jimin wants to die. Honestly, he wants to literally die. The window behind him doesn’t look so offputting anymore, even though he’s up on the fourth floor – he would actually consider taking the jump if that would mean avoiding being in the same apartment as two of his friends with obvious sexual tension (at least from one side) while they compare the size of their freaking dicks!

In his mild panic and haste to find a solution for the situation, he’s in Jimin only notices now how weirdly quiet it has gotten since Yoongi’s suggestion. Eerily quiet even. The silence is almost deafening and Jimin waits with bated breath for any sign of what might go on behind that door. He hears the rustling of clothes and then there’s a sharp intake of breath – Jimin almost gasps along with it but then there’s silence again.

“I…” It’s Yoongi’s voice. Definitely Yoongi’s. But in comparison from before his voice has dropped a few octaves, it has also gotten a lot raspier. “I have not been expecting this.” Jimin believes him. Taehyung is not really a grower, more like a shower. Wouldn’t be exactly easy for having sex with a dick which would grow a lot when it’s already as large as Taehyung’s but – Jimin stops his train of thought with a shake of his head. He does not want to think about the dick of Taehyung. No, no, he doesn’t need to remember that one time he walked in with his key and surprised his best friend who was jerking off on the couch. Yes, after that his key privileges got revoked for good and nothing Jeongguk said to Taehyung could change his mind. It’s okay though. At least now he knows where they keep the spare key.

“Like what you see?” Taehyung asks cockily and Jimin wants to roll his eyes at the other’s confidence. This is just another boost to his already enormous ego once it comes to the size of his dick. “I knew I’d top.”

“I’m convinced,” Yoongi laughs awkwardly and Taehyung’s deep chuckle sounds along. But then it falls silent again. Jimin can only imagine the awkwardness between those two after what they’ve just done but inside he’s kind of impressed with his best friend because he didn’t freak out after seeing Yoongi’s dick and showing his own to the elder. To his crush, specifically.

The silence is filled with more tension than the one before, Jimin could actually feel it in the air. His own heart is beating a litter faster than normal against his ribs and he feels frozen in front of the door. The sound of rustling clothes sound through the apartment, a zipper and then a sigh as the couch loudly complains about the body falling down on it.

The silence seems to stretch for an eternity. Well, Jimin wouldn’t know what to say either in a situation like this and he doesn’t know who might be feeling more awkward. Yoongi, the hetero who just compared his dick with one of his friends because they wanted to settle the argument of who would top the other? Or Taehyung, who harbors a big fat crush on Yoongi and just revealed his huge dick to him to settle the argument which was just a joke to the elder while Taehyung would actually want to top him. Jimin can’t decide.

“Yoongi?” Taehyung’s voice sounds a little unsure – confused if you want. “Are you – I mean, are you going to stop staring at my dick through my pants or is this like, becoming a regular thing in the future?” The chuckle which leaves his lips sounds breathy, a little choked, like he’s forcing it out with too much pressure.

“I’m just – wondering, I mean – you know,” Yoongi beats a little around the bush – something that is so unlike him. Normally, Yoongi always says everything outright without really caring about what it is. There are almost no uncomfortable topics for the elder because he’s just like that. Straightforward. (And straight, much to Taehyung’s dismay). But at the moment Yoongi seems to struggle to find the right words to express what he wants to say. “I’m wondering – like, uhm… How – well, I – just – I’m wondering how big it can actually get.”

Jimin is going to jump out the window. He’s really going to jump. This is not happening. He can’t Believe it!

“Oh…” Taehyung sounds as surprised and caught off guard as Jimin feels. “I mean… if you… we could find out…” This is not true – Jimin can’t believe his best friend.

“Are you serious?” Yoongi asks and the hiding male wants to yell the same question from the rooftops because no, just no. He can’t just sit here and witness how Taehyung will get his dick hard just so his crush can see how big he can get. His very straight crush! Why does Yoongi even want to know such a thing?!

“I’ve… I have always wondered what it would feel like to kiss you, actually…” Taehyung mumbles shyly. Normally, Jimin would whoop because his best friend finally pussied up (acknowledge the strength of the women!) and kind of confessed his feeling but please – not like that. Not in this kind of situation and not when Jimin is present! Hidden!

“Really?” Yoongi whispers, full of wonder and slight disbelief.

“Yes…”

“I like you!” Jimin flinches at the sudden outburst of the elder, almost stumbling back from the door a little and hitting the cupboard. He quickly catches himself before he could stupidly make his presence known to the other’s through a mistake like knocking into Jeongguk’s things and making some noise.

“What!?” Taehyung’s voice carries more surprise than Jimin could even fathom. Because of the nearly blowing his own cover situation he didn’t really realize what Yoongi has been yelling. But now it’s clear and he can’t fucking believe it. Min motherfucking Yoongi, the biggest hetero he knows fucking likes Kim motherfucking Taehyung! A boy!

“I like you… a lot. More than a friend…” Yoongi admits and he doesn’t even sound like he’s questioning it – more shy and embarrassed but not like he feels conflicted for being straight his whole life and then ending up liking his male friend.

“Me too. I mean, I like you too – a lot. Too. Yes. I – Yes, I like you.” As always Taehyung handles this confession with as much grace as he can muster which is none. Jimin wants to facepalm but that’s just how the younger is. Awkward and definitely not really ready for Yoongi to return his feeling. Like, no one was ready for that? “But wait – I thought you were straight?” Yes, yeah everyone thought that.

“I was,” Yoongi thoughtfully replies, “But well, I think I can bend for you.” Jimin swears that there would be a lot more bisexuals if more people would actually experiment with their sexuality. It’s how Jimin’s brother found out he’s actually straight. A one night stand with a guy but it wasn’t really for him. If everyone would be so calm about their sexuality the world would be a slightly better place.

“So… if I was going to kiss you now you wouldn’t punch me in the face?” Taehyung asks carefully.

“Only if you won’t punch me if I said that I’d really like to suck your dick.” Jimin and Taehyung choke on their breath – he can’t imagine what the face of his best friend would look like at the moment but they definitely don’t feel the same way because Jimin is more than mildly horrified. He’s a second away from just bursting through the door as he hears a whimper echoe from the wall and then the couch creaks again. He’s more than sure that he doesn’t want to know what’s going in there but the slick sounds of kissing give him more than an idea. Just as he hears another gasp he remembers his phone, forgotten in his back pocket. He quickly scrambles to shoot his boyfriend a text.

I swear to god they’re going to fuck on that couch!

Taehyung and Yoongi are going to FUCK ON YOUR COUCH AND THEY DON’T KNOW I’M IN YOUR FUCKING ROOM!!!!

Thankfully, he knows that Jeongguk doesn’t really take it seriously that phones are forbidden in class and always responds right away. Especially when Jimin texts him so the elder only has to wait for a few seconds until a bunch of replies come flying in.

Are you kidding me?!

The living room is a sex free zone!!!!!

No one is allowed to perform any sexual act on the motherfucking COUCH that belonged to my PARENTS

No sexual nudity in the living room

I was never allowed to bang you there!!!!

I’m coming over

Right now

I am absolutely going to prevent this from happening

Not under my fucking roof!!!!

Taehyung can’t believe his luck. He can’t fucking grasp the concept of Min Yoongi – the hetero of their group – liking him too. Liking him back. Him. A guy! Him.

The next thing he can’t actually comprehend is how he not only got lucky enough to have his feelings reciprocated but also having Min Yoongi in his lap, his lips on the others and hands on the elder’s hips. For anyone asking, it feels like freaking heaven. Yoongi kisses like he talks, with a pout, lips moving in the most adorable way possible and slow but not too slow. He moves against Taehyung like they have all the time in the world, no reason to rush anything and when the younger finally dares to snake his tongue out to brush against Yoongi’s lips the elder has started climbing in his lap.

It punched the breath right out of his lungs as Yoongi caged him in between his thighs, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him even closer than before, lips starting to move faster as he obediently opens his mouth wide for Taehyung’s prodding tongue. His hands wander over the expanse of the elder’s back to finally rest on his hips, thumbs brushing under Yoongi’s shirt and over his sharp hipbones. It’s not long until Yoongi slips off his lap though and Taehyung is about to complain when the elder settles between his legs, a small smirk on his lips as he starts leaving butterfly kissed around Taehyung’s navel.

It’s perfect until the door to the apartment suddenly flies open with such a force that it bangs loudly against the wall, startling the two of them apart with a loud yelp. Taehyung almost kicks Yoongi in the face in shock. “Dicks back in your pants because I’d rather not see anything I won’t forget for the rest of my life!” Jeongguk bellows as he stands in the door, panting harshly and hand clasped over his eyes.

“What the fuck?!” Taehyung yells eloquently, anger starting to pool in his chest, replacing the shock and fear of getting murdered in his own apartment. How the actual fuck did Jeongguk manage to fucking get home now and cockblock him when he’s in the middle of making out with his crush – his crush who he was convinced didn’t even consider liking him.

“We agreed that the living room is neutral – Could you please stand up again,” Jeongguk pauses the start of his rant as he gestures towards Yoongi who is still frozen on his knees, one hand stuck at Taehyung’s waistband, about to dip inside. “It just feels weird talking to my best friend with another one of my best friends between his legs about to pull down his underwear –“ Yoongi quickly jumps to his feet as if he’s been burned. “Thanks – I mean, I promised to never fuck Jimin on that couch and I didn’t. And I promised to never engage into any sexual acts with him in the living room and I didn’t. Well, not really but that doesn’t count and frankly I’m fairly disappointed –“

“How the fuck did you even get back here?” Taehyung interrupts him, “I thought you had class.”

“Oh well,” Jeongguk shrugs and he finally closes the door behind him as he makes his way through the living room and towards them, “Actually I did but I forgot my shoes for dance practice and asked Jimin to get them for me and he texted me you were about to fuck on the couch so I had to rush home in record time to stop you. And I did.”

“Jimin is here?” Yoongi finally pipes up, eyes widening upon the realization that they have not been alone in here. All three of them snap their heads towards Jeongguk’s bedroom door as it opens slowly to reveal a horrified looking Jimin.

“I never thought that you’d realize that you like Taehyung because you saw his dick but here we are,” Jimin says, his voice is low and eyes wide open, like saucers. He walks slowly, almost carefully through the room to lean against his boyfriend, “Some of us scarred for life.”

“Shut up, I like him for more than his dick,” Yoongi replies with a pout and it makes Taehyung’s heart flutter but he couldn’t help but keep insisting on his dick bending the other. “But it makes it better, right?”

“Thank you but some of us are trying not to get involved into your weird dirty talk,” Jeongguk deadpans as he pulls his boyfriend closer to his side. Taehyung could just snort because how many times had he witnessed the other’s bedroom activities in the past? Too many times to count on both of his hands. And yes, the other two are very sexually active.

“Like you and Jimin are any better,” He remarks, “The walls are paper thin here. I thought you knew that, Jeongguk.”

“You said he wouldn’t be able to hear us,” Jimin hisses in the youngest ear, still loud enough for the other two in the room to hear it too. Taehyung almost starts laughing because Jeongguk is more than aware of their paper thin walls and it’s just like him to not tell his boyfriend about that small but crucial detail.

“Oh, you are in no way quiet and I hear everything that goes on behind your closed doors,” Taehyung addresses Jimin who looks even more horrified than before as Taehyung proceeds to impersonate the smaller, “Ah, Jeonggukie, you’re so big –“

“Shut up!” He yells, face beet red in embarrassment as he hides in the chest of his boyfriend who doesn’t look amused at all.

“Anyway!” Jeongguk tries to change the topic quickly, knowing full well that Jimin will complain the whole day about the thin walls he hadn’t mentioned before. “I’m glad you cleared up all that sexual and emotional tension between you but the couch and the living room is a sex free zone and it will stay that way. I’m sorry for cockblocking you but this couch is holy. I’ll go now and Jimin too, you can resume your… uhm, activities. In Tae’s room!”

The remaining two males don’t know how to act now that the door has closed again and they’re left alone. It’s awkward and neither of them knows what to say but what do you even say? Taehyung has no idea. No idea at all. Resuming the make-out session might be a little too awkward after this whole interruption.

In the end, they just settle for watching a movie instead. At least Yoongi stays cuddled up to him the whole time and Taehyung could revel in the warmth of the elder’s body and the one exploding in his chest because of the other.

-

They have been boyfriends since then. Yoongi is happy, he read up a lot about different sexualities and definitely identifies as bisexual. There are different spectrums of bisexuality which surprised Yoongi quite a bit. He has always thought that bisexuality meant being attracted to males and females in equal amounts. Being attracted to both genders equally. But he found out that this is wrong.

He decided that he’s mostly attracted to females and only very sparsely to males. And there’s Kim Taehyung, finally awakening the small part of him which is attracted to males. Hell, he never even thought about the possibility, always thought that he admired guys and not crushed on them but then came Kim Taehyung.

And Kim Taehyung is the current source of his frustration. And the reason why he’s currently sitting in a busy café with the other’s two best friends. Jimin and Jeongguk are sitting across from him, the youngest has his arm around the smaller one as he sips on his drink. Well, who better to call then his best friends when Kim Taehyung frustrates him too much?

They’ve been good. They spend a lot of times with each other and stayed overnight at the other’s place. They cuddle and normally Yoongi doesn’t really like to cuddle much but when Taehyung wraps himself completely around him it just feels so nice. Not like when he tried to cuddle with his previous girlfriends – he always had hair in his whole face and he didn’t really like the overly physical contact. It made him feel trapped but it was different with Taehyung.

The only problem remaining is that Taehyung won’t make a damn move on him. Not even once did he try to initiate anything further than the pecks they’ve shared in the past weeks. The thing is that Yoongi has seen the prize and he wants it – well, he has never been with a man, never found another man's dick attractive but he looked at Taehyung and wanted nothing more than to devour him and be devoured by him. He never felt as horny and lightheaded as he did while kissing the younger but Taehyung hasn’t initiated anything since the incident and he is getting impatient. So, he really needs to consult these two Taehyung-professionals.

“What turns Taehyung on?” He asks casually as if he’s asking about the weather and not about his boyfriend’s turn on’s in a public and busy café. Both males choke on their drinks as they frantically look around to check whether someone heard them or not.

“What the fuck, hyung?” Jeongguk whisper yells with a scandalous expression on his face. His boyfriend is still trying to recover from choking on the drink even though Yoongi has heard through Taehyung who heard it through the paper thin walls of his apartment that the smaller doesn’t have much of a gag reflex. But Jimin is still violently coughing.

“What?” Yoongi shrugs, not caring at all about the possible people who could overhear them. They could calmly move on with their lives without having to give a damn about other people’s conversations. So what if the old grandma hears him talking about wanting his boyfriend to bang him? Who cares? It’s not her business and Yoongi can talk about what he damn wants with his friends. “I thought you three are like soulmates, best friends and whatever else. Don’t you talk about stuff like that?”

“But… why do you wanna know?” Jimin asks, voice still a little raspy from choking. His face is a little red and his eyes are teary. He had a violent coughing fit – Yoongi is positive all the people around them were staring because of the coughing and not because of the question he asked.

“Like, you know when we almost fucked on the couch?” Yoongi asks, gesturing towards them with his free hand which is not holding his iced coffee, “Your cockblocking lasted until now and frankly, I want Tae to fuck me into oblivion.”

“Do you – what the – you don’t even have any idea how that will feel,” Jeongguk remarks. He might be right but that’s not stopping Yoongi. He wants to freaking know how it goddamn feels as soon as possible but Taehyung isn’t really helping him at the moment. The younger needs a little push in the right direction and Yoongi just wants to know how to freaking push him.

“I’m curious though,” He says matter of factly, “I watched so many gay porns in the last days that it canceled out every naked boob or vagina I have ever laid eyes upon.”

“Okay… uhm, I guess Taehyung likes innocence combined with sexiness?” Jeongguk tries to explain but frankly, Yoongi does not understand what the younger means. How the fuck does innocence go with sexiness? Those two concepts cancel each other out.

“You know, like, uhm – I seriously don’t know!” The younger exclaims suddenly and the other two flinch as he slams his cup down on the table, hissing as the hot liquid sloshes over the rim and burns him slightly. “I think you just have to be yourself.”

“Taehyung, really likes you but sometimes you have to be straightforward with him because he can be stupid,” Jimin interrupts with a gentle smile, “If you want to have sex with him, tell him. You don’t even need to seduce him, I think he’s just a little scared because you’re a little baby gay and it’ll be the first time for you with a man.”

A baby gay, Yoongi snorts.

-

Still, Yoongi is intent on taking Jimin’s advice and straight out tell his boyfriend that he wants to have sex with him like, two weeks ago but yeah, today would also suffice. He’s desperately horny and he can only watch so much porn and jerk off to it until it doesn’t really feel that great anymore. So, today is going to be the day all hell breaks loose and so he warns Jeongguk beforehand.

The younger has started up the annoying tendency to join them in their movie watching and it has not made the whole mission to get dick easier for Yoongi. Hopefully, his text will get the message across and Jeongguk will be nowhere in sight when he comes over to Taehyung’s place in the evening.

If you don’t wanna hear me get banged into heaven (hopefully) you should sleep at Jimin’s tonight. Work on his gag reflex some more.

He doesn’t wait for a reply and doesn’t bother looking when his phone buzzes with the reply of the younger. His classes end earlier than Taehyung’s today and that means he gets to be at the other’s apartment before him. The location of the spare key is easy to find – after Taehyung revoked Jimin’s key rights he couldn’t convince his roommate to let Yoongi have the key but the elder doesn’t mind. He could still drop by whenever he pleases because even though they have changed the hiding place for the key since Jimin knew about it, Taehyung told him in secret where it is right now.

The apartment is moderately clean – for Taehyung and Jeongguk anyway. During the wait for his boyfriend Yoongi takes a long shower at the other’s place, he has enough time anyway. He also eats leftovers out of their fridge keeping in mind to remind Jeongguk that he ate from the container labeled with the younger’s name.

Around six in the evening Taehyung stops by – having already eaten after his mini job and like always Yoongi is waiting on the couch for the other, a small smile on his lips. His heart does a weird flutter when Taehyung sighs at his sight, tension falling from his body and eyes starting to sparkle. Seriously, the boy is so damn readable that Yoongi should have noticed his crush earlier.

Anyway, Taehyung walks over to him and leans down to give him a curt peck as a greeting before falling down next to him on the couch with a tired groan. His hand twitches towards the remote to turn on the TV to spend the evening like they always do but Yoongi has other plans. Very different plans from how they usually spend their time together. He didn’t shower and remove almost every hair on his body for nothing, okay? He also hasn’t dressed in one of his boyfriend’s oversized shirts to be comfortable, no he did it to look smaller, softer and for the pure reason that it always slips off his shoulder to expose more of the top of his chest. He even wears the freaking booty shorts Jimin gifted him – just to show off his freshly waxed legs and the smooth skin.

But Taehyung has completely disregarded every single thing he did and Yoongi checked beforehand – he looks very fuckable at the moment and he kind of feels a bit offended by the other’s indifference. With a click of his tongue, he catches Taehyung’s hand before it reaches the remote and schools his expression in the most sultry one he could muster, purposely letting the shirt slip down his shoulder as he looks up at the other through his lashes, “How about we entertain ourselves with something else?”

“Yoonie…” He could hear Taehyung swallow as his eyes keep jumping between his exposed shoulder and his lips, he purposely snakes his tongue out to wet his bottom lip. “Are you suggesting what I think you are?” Taehyung asks to clarify, voice already having dropped a few octaves and the dark look in his eyes makes Yoongi’s stomach churn in excitement and arousal.

“If you think about getting up from that cursed couch to retreat back into your bedroom to rip off each other’s clothes then yes, I am suggesting that,” Yoongi whispers lowly, letting go of the other’s hand to trail his own fingers up Taehyung’s arm. Slowly, teasingly and he almost couldn’t suppress the smirk at the sharp intake of breath the other took.

“Yoon… Are you sure though?” Taehyung is the one who looks a little unsure, Yoongi is convinced that he looks sure about the whole thing. He’s ready to climb Taehyung like a tree right freaking now if the other doesn’t finally do something.

“Kim Taehyung,” Yoongi hisses through his teeth, fingers slightly digging into his shoulders as he leans forward, breath ghosting over his boyfriend’s lips, “I’ve seen your dick weeks ago and still haven’t touched it. I think that might be illegal and if you don’t let me then I think I’ll have to call the cops on you.”

“Yoongi, first times always hurt a lot. I just don’t want to hurt –“

“And I want you to fuck me,” Yoongi interrupts him. Straightforward – the only thing still straight about him but he needs to make the other understand that he knows that it’ll hurt and that he still wants it. He wants to have sex with him – what’s the big deal? He thought the other would be ecstatic at the prospect of finally sleeping together.

“Look at your hetero ass talking,” Taehyung chuckles and his own hand slowly trails from Yoongi’s exposed shoulder to smooth a thumb over his cheeks. Just that tiny touch makes the elder shudder, it’s such a small gesture but it somehow makes him feel so small, cared for and he only starts craving more of the other.

“I think you killed the hetero in me. Now,” Yoongi leaves a peck on his lips before pulling back again, already on his feet, “Shall we proceed to the bedroom or do you not want to stick your dick in me?”

“You’re so romantic,” Taehyung laughs and shakes his head, his hair has gotten longer, the strands almost fall into his eyes. It makes him look so much more attractive and to be honest, Yoongi is a freaking goner for the lazy look of his boyfriend, it gets him hot and bothered like nothing else. Especially this outfit on the younger. He wears loose black sweatpants, pulled up a little so the opening sits snug against the middle of his shins and a tight fitting white T-shirt hugging his upper body just right, emphasizing his broad shoulders and firm chest. Yoongi couldn’t wait to run his fingers over the right amount of muscles moving under his boyfriend’s caramel skin.

“You kept me on edge for fucking weeks,” He whines with a pout – yes, he’s fully aware that Taehyung is not able to take his eyes off his lips whenever he starts pouting so he does it on purpose as much as possible.

“Big baby,” Taehyung chuckles as he takes Yoongi’s outstretched hand.

“Big baby which wants to fu –“

But Yoongi gets cut off when Taehyung suddenly yanks on his tugging hand and he stumbles down into the other’s lap. The look in Taehyung’s eyes has darkened more visibly now, pupils dilated and the expression on his face is downright predatory. Yoongi shivers, gasping as the other harshly grabs his hips to keep him still. (Maybe Taehyung hasn’t lied when he said that he might be more dominant than him. It somehow turns Yoongi on even more.)

“I think the baby should shut its mouth before it becomes even more greedy or it won’t even get to cum tonight,” Taehyung growls and Yoongi almost moans at the sound. It took a few seconds for the younger to completely break him down and get him embarrassingly hard in seconds. Yoongi quickly wraps his arms tightly around the other’s neck when Taehyung’s hands grab his thighs to hoist him up and suddenly he’s being carried around.

Taehyung leaves feathery kisses over the expanse of his neck and shoulder as he makes his way to the bedroom, kicking heaps of clothes out of the way before he literally throws Yoongi on the bed. The elder bounces on the soft mattress, eyes already glassy and a tent in his boxers. He doesn’t know why but seeing and feeling how easily Taehyung can maneuver him around just how he likes it makes his dick twitch in his boxers and he can’t wait for the other to finally get on with it.

The younger climbs on the bed slowly, almost looking cat-like as he easily turns them around so Yoongi ends up on top of him, one of his thighs wrenched between his legs. Finally, Taehyung connects their lips in a deep kiss but differently, from usually, it doesn’t even start out slow and sensual. His lips are almost immediately wrenched open by the other’s tongue and it’s not moving slowly but exploring every corner of Yoongi’s mouth, massaging the elder’s tongue and only letting off to suck on his bottom lip or sink his teeth slightly in it.

Yoongi knows he’s whimpering but he can’t even feel embarrassed as he tries to gain as much friction as possible from the other’s thighs while simultaneously trying to follow the fast pace of the kiss. It doesn’t seem like Taehyung minds that he’s a little overwhelmed by all the different sensations. He swallows every whimper and whine while his hands keep slipping under his shirt before they come to rest on the smaller’s ass. He uses that as a leverage to grind their hips together harder, bucking up against Yoongi with every swipe of his tongue.

They keep going like that for a while, Yoongi could feel the other’s hardness poking him in the hip and he grinds down with more enthusiasm. Everything feels completely different from being with a woman but it doesn’t put him off – it spurs him on even more, especially because it’s Taehyung making him feel this way, doing these things to him.

Taehyung keeps kneading his ass, even as he suddenly but without disconnecting their kiss, turns them around with ease. Yoongi positively keens at the display of strength, hips bucking up against the other with a loud moan as he breaks away from the kiss. Now he’s caged under Taehyung’s body, the arms of the taller next to his head and both of his legs around his boyfriend’s hips. Taehyung keeps grinding their crotches together as he starts sloppily kissing down his jawline to his neck, sucking, licking and biting at the soft skin exposed by the low hanging collar of the other.

Gasps and moans tumble from Yoongi’s lips as he grips the other’s hair tightly, feeling the soft texture in his hand. Taehyung tugs the shirt off him quickly and his lips are on his body immediately again, hot tongue circling one of Yoongi’s nipples before enclosing it with his lips and sucking.

Something that almost resembles a quiet scream tears itself from the elder’s throat at the feeling. His whole body jerks as Taehyung starts playing with the other nipple as well, rolling it between his fingers. No one ever touched his nipples during sex, he never even touched them to gain pleasure himself but the feeling of Taehyung playing with them goes straight to his hard dick. Spikes of pleasure racing down his spine as he arches his whole upper body off the bed to get closer to Taehyung’s sinful tongue.

He almost feels ready to come just from this alone and he feels Taehyung smile against his skin as he sucks a deep red mark right next to his nipple. “You like that?” The younger asks as he continues sucking and biting at his skin, moving up to mark his neck up as well and all Yoongi could do is pant and hum in agreement.

Taehyung sucks a particular dark mark right over his pulse point and Yoongi’s whole body shudders at the feeling, a loud whimper tumbling from his kiss-swollen lips. “Like it when I mark you all up – for the world to see that you’re mine and mine alone?” Taehyung continues to ask, lips now kissing right behind his ear and it feels like fire is running down his spine. The other’s hands have never stopped their ministrations of his nipples and it feels so good that Yoongi can’t really decide if he wants to push closer or get away because the feeling is too overwhelming.

“Only yours – want people to see that,” Yoongi whines high in his throat and throws his head back as the other starts kissing down his neck and chest again, fingers skimming over his flat stomach which makes his hips buck up into thin air again. He could feel the other hovering right over his crotch but every time he tries to grind their hips together Taehyung moves just out of reach. It frustrates the elder but he doesn’t voice it, mouth too busy whining because of Taehyung’s tongue on his body.

Yoongi is grateful that Taehyung seems to always be talking between his kisses and licks to his body. It’s kind of reassuring and every time he praises him Yoongi feels another spike of pleasure shooting straight to his dick. It also helps him, he may have watched a lot of porn in the last days but he still doesn’t know what to do when in bed with a guy. Taehyung’s voice is like a lifeline he can hold onto, a thing to follow into uncharted territories.

His mouth is hot as it moves lower and his tongue is even hotter while praises continue to fall from his wandering lips. More than once does he encourage Yoongi to let every little noise out, he wants to hear him moan his name and it only makes Yoongi try harder to grant the other’s wish with everything he’s got. When Taehyung sits up between his legs his hands make quick works of Yoongi’s shorts and his underwear is gone just as quickly.

Suddenly he’s completely bare and the haze that has clouded his mind just seconds before gone as quickly as his clothes as embarrassment overtakes him. He shyly tries to close his legs, face becoming beet red as he watches Taehyung’s eyes travel over every expanse of skin.

At the attempt to cover himself Taehyung clicks his tongue in disappointment, hands settling on his knees. “No, no, we don’t hide here,” He whispers hotly as his hands slip lower to his thighs and he forcefully opens his legs. “I wanna see my perfect little boy. So small and fragile. You’re just perfect.” Yoongi submits almost instantly, a moan leaving his lips at the hard grip the younger has on his thighs. Did the other just get even hotter? He doesn’t know but it seems like it.

Taehyung keeps looking at him for a few seconds, the hunger in his eyes obvious as he licks his plump lips and Yoongi whimpers again. The other smirks at him as he leans down, letting his lips travel over his soft thighs, fingers digging into the supple flesh as he starts nipping at the skin. He starts creating a trail of red marks just like he did on Yoongi’s neck down there too. His pace is slow and Yoongi starts pushing his hips up again, hoping for any kind of friction as Taehyung keeps getting closer to his crotch but then he’s gone again, attention focused on his other thigh. He continues kissing and biting his skin until Yoongi is just laying there whimpering and quivering, his cock leaks precum on his stomach and he wants nothing more than to reach out and touch it but his hands are tightly fisted in the sheets under him.

Taehyung hasn’t even touched him yet but once he reaches his hips and starts kissing towards his crotch Yoongi feels ready to cum. His whole body keeps twitching the closer Taehyung gets to his cock, precum overflowing and a long moan leaves his lips once the younger finally touches him. The knot in his stomach is about to burst the second Taehyung’s wandering fingers close around his length but just as he feels pleasure starting to overcome him the younger tightens his fingers around the base and squeezes hard.

Yoongi chokes on his moan, body tightening at the denial of his orgasm. A whine leaves his lips and he could feel tears forming in the corners of his eyes as he looks down at the other.

“Baby…” Taehyung coos and once he deems Yoongi good enough to not come in the next second he starts moving his hand up and down in an agonizingly slow rhythm. “We can’t have you coming before the real fun begins, hmm?”

“Tae,” Yoongi gasps, desperately bucking his hips up to get the other to move faster but Taehyung won’t budge, a smirk taking over his features at the other’s fruitless attempts to get off. “Feel so good…” He whines high, closing his eyes as one tear escapes him. He can’t even feel embarrassed, it’s just so good.

“Feels good? I have hardly done anything,” Taehyung chuckles darkly and lets go of his leaking cock. Before Yoongi could complain the other has already tugged him down to eye level by his hips and his whine gets swallowed by the younger’s demanding lips again. His naked skin rubs against Taehyung’s clothes and the friction on his whole body makes him gasp into the other’s mouth.

“Wanna – “ He whimpers as Taehyung purposely drags his clothed crotch slowly against him, an amused expression on his face at the elder’s reaction. “Wanna see and – I wanna, wanna…” Yoongi knows he’s babbling but it’s hard forming a coherent sentence when Taehyung continues to drag his crotch against him and his lips are never away from his skin, always kissing him.

“You want what?” Taehyung asks amused and he grinds his hips down hard, letting them rest there for a few seconds. Like this Yoongi could feel the other’s bulge against his skin. He’s sure there’s precome all over Taehyung’s sweatpants but if the younger doesn’t care he won’t either. “Wanna see my cock? Hmm? Wanna feel it too?” The other continues to prompt and Yoongi instantly starts to nod a little desperately.

Taehyung clicks his tongue in disappointment and withdraws his body from the elder. Sitting up again to stare down at him, displeasure written all over his face and Yoongi panics for a second. “I thought you wanna be my good boy? Don’t you? Good boys use their words. You know I wanna hear you. I’ve told you before and I’m not gonna ask you a second time,” Taehyung growls, fingers digging into the aching skin of his thighs where he left bites earlier.

“Yes,” Yoongi gasps, head still nodding like crazy along to his words, “I wanna see and I wanna feel you – I want to taste you.”

“Shit,” Taehyung curses, fingers digging a little harsher as he takes a breath to collect himself. Yoongi enjoys the fact that he’s not the only one being affected here, he can turn Taehyung on just as much as the younger turns him on. “Taste, huh? How bad?” He asks with a smirk as his hand travels over his own body to rub over the bulge being visible in his sweatpants.

“Want to taste you so bad,” Yoongi whines, hands shyly reaching out to rest on Taehyung’s thighs just a little shy from touching him where he wants it the most. “Please…”

“Go ahead then,” Taehyung whispers, leaning back on his knees as he waits for the elder to move.

Yoongi moves carefully, he gets up in a sitting position similar to Taehyung’s and starts by pulling off his shirt in one smooth motion. His heart rate picks up as he lets his eyes shamelessly roam over the other’s upper body. He knows Taehyung regularly joins Jeongguk on his trips to the gym and even though he might not be as ripped as the youngest he still has a lot of muscles – definitely more than him.

Taehyung has broad shoulders, tight chest muscles and under his soft skin, the outlines of his abs are even visible. They’re not really there but his stomach is definitely more defined than Yoongis. The most prominent thing of his upper body is the deep V-line disappearing behind the dark blue elastic band of his boxers. Yoongi reaches out to smooth his hands over the other’s body, heart fluttering at the praises of the other.

His hands start to tremble a little as excitement mixes with uncertainty when he pulls down the sweatpants. He bites his lip at the sight of Taehyung’s bulge in his blue boxers, there’s small wet spot already and Yoongi loves it that he has the same effect as the younger has on him. He hesitates as he takes the waistband between his fingers, risking a glance up at the younger’s face and just the expression on his face almost makes him moan again.

Yoongi gets rid of the boxers in one go and is left to stare – Taehyung is even bigger now that he’s hard and for a second he’s left to wonder how the hell that is going to fit in the end. But he can think about that when it actually comes down to it, for now, he wants to touch.

The feeling of the other in his hand isn’t much different from touching his on cock. He’s heavy, skin soft and scorching hot, already a little wet from the pre-come leaking from the tip. Yoongi shuffles a little so that he can easily push their hips together, lining their cocks up against each other and the size difference makes his own dick twitch. He bites his lip, not really being able to explain why it turns him on so much that Taehyung is so much bigger than him in every aspect.

“You’re so big,” He whispers amazed, his own hand coming around to press both of their cocks together. Taehyung hums appreciatively as he wraps his own hand around Yoongi’s to squeeze them together.

“And you’re so small,” He says matter-of-factly, giving both of their dicks a tug. Yoongi feels his face flush at the slight humiliation of being called small but at the same time, he feels his own cock twitching at the comment. It turns him on. “A baby cock,” Taehyung continues to talk and Yoongi keens at his words, “You still think you could have topped me with that little thing?”

Yoongi’s unable to respond in anything apart from the quiet whines leaving his lips at the embarrassment of the humiliation.

“I’ll count that as a no even though you haven’t used your words,” Taehyung sighs and let’s go of their cocks. “I won’t punish you for it.” Yoongi’s toes curl in excitement at the mention of a possible punishment and he can’t explain why.

Taehyung moves back from him, scooting up the bed to lean against the headboard as he lets Yoongi sit there between his opened legs. The elder stares at the way Taehyung lazily strokes himself as he feels his heavy gaze burning on his skin. He wants to, he wants to taste him but he has no idea what to do. Well, obviously he has the basic grasp on what the hell a blowjob is but that doesn’t mean he knows what to do.

“What is it, baby?” Taehyung is still staring at him and his hand is still moving up and down his own cock. Yoongi swallows thickly as he scoots closer, making himself comfortable between the other’s legs, hands on his thighs as he stares up at him with big eyes.

“I don’t – I don’t know what to do,” Yoongi whispers, slightly embarrassed but this time he doesn’t let his eyes stray from the other’s hooded gaze. “Help me.”

“What is it that you wanna do?” Taehyung asks in his low voice and the twinkle in his eye tells the elder exactly that he knows damn well what he wants to do. He just wants him to say it.

“Taste you,” Yoongi obediently answers him, chest swelling at the approving nod of the other.

Taehyung gives his cock a last tug before he gets comfortable against the headboard, staring down at Yoongi between his legs, one hand coming up to stroke through his hair. The elder leans into the touch easily, letting a quiet hum fall from his lips. “You can start with whatever you want – licking, kissing, if you wanna start sucking be careful of your teeth and don’t go too far down or you might choke. We don’t want that. Remember to breathe through your nose.”

“Okay…” Yoongi whispers, trying to remember everything as he leans down. First, he starts by trailing kisses down Taehyung’s stomach, letting his tongue lightly dip into the other’s navel which draws a gasp from him. It makes fire explode in Yoongi’s stomach and he eagerly continues his way down to draw more noises out of the younger.

The trimmed pubic hair of the other tickles his nose slightly and is kind of scratch against his lips as he drags them over the other’s crotch. Taehyung’s hand in his hair tightens slightly as Yoongi’s cheek brushes against his cock and his breath tickles the base. When Yoongi looks up from between his lashes he could see Taehyung having his head thrown back against the headboard but heavy gaze still on him. He nods encouragingly and Yoongi finally moves on to the other’s cock.

Taehyung smells musky, the scent mixed with the body wash Yoongi also used today. But it’s mostly Taehyung and even though he smells definitely different than any girl Yoongi has ever slept with it still turns him on and he eagerly gets his lips on him. He starts slowly with kittenish licks, small kisses as he’s getting used to the new taste. It tastes a little like sweat and skin, salty when he boldly licks a long stripe over the tip to collect the precome gathered there. It draws a low moan from Taehyung’s mouth and his thighs tremble with the effort of keeping his hips still.

He continues licking and kissing along the length for a little while, appreciating Taehyung’s fingers rubbing circles into his scalp and his raspy voice telling him to take his time and how good he’s doing. With determination, he finally opens his mouth to only let the tip between his lips. The cock feels heavy on his tongue, taste still salty but it doesn’t feel bad, only a bit foreign but he could get used to it.

By now Taehyung is quietly panting and Yoongi feels a little guilty because all this slow moving is working the other up a lot. He knows it, sees it in the way his abdominal muscles and thighs keep straining under his skin to keep from moving his hips. The fingers in his hair are also tugging at the strands a little impatiently but Taehyung continues praising him, never pushing him down and keeps telling him to take all the time he needs.

Yoongi would smile at the affection of the younger but his lips are kind of stretched at the moment. He swirls his tongue around the tip, knowing how much he likes that done to himself and the response is immediate. Taehyung hisses through his teeth, hips bucking up just a little as the grip in his hair tightens. Yoongi decides to caress the other’s cock with his tongue some more, hand closing around the base to stroke the part not in his mouth.

There are quiet groans coming from Taehyung and even though Yoongi would like to see his wrecked face he doesn’t dare to look up. Still embarrassed and the weight of the other’s gaze on his skin is already enough to make him blush.

He decides that he likes the feeling of the other’s cock on his tongue and he slowly goes down. Not too far though because he kept Taehyung’s words of not choking himself in his mind even though he wonders what too far is because he doesn’t feel the need to come back up yet. He hollows his cheeks, tongue pressing against the underside of the other’s cock as he moves back up, popping off with a lewd noise. Taehyung’s cock glistens with his spit and only now does Yoongi realize how much he’s panting, it’s a little hard to force himself to breathe through his nose when he’s sucking the other.

As he goes down on him again he wants to see how far he can actually go before he starts gagging. Honestly, he never experimented with his gag reflex? Why should he? But now he’s curious and maybe a bit competitive. He knows Jimin is able to almost take every inch of Jeongguk in before he needs to stop – the other has been blushing like crazy when Yoongi interrogated him on blowjob techniques and experiences.

He breathes through his nose as he goes down, closing his eyes. His tongue is pressing against Taehyung’s length and then he suddenly feels the tip hit the back of his throat. For a second he thinks he’ll gag but the urge passes the second he forces himself to draw in a breath through his nose. Taehyung curses above him, thighs trembling next to his head and hands clasping at his strands almost too painfully.

With determination, Yoongi pushes himself further and feels the cock slip down his throat. It’s weird, a foreign feeling and definitely not the most comfortable but it’s alright. Especially at the loud groan falling from Taehyung’s lips as Yoongi’s nose hits the other’s crotch. He stays there for a few seconds, throat convulsing around the foreign object shoved down it and he feels himself choking this time. Not too bad though but he still pulls off quickly. Coughing a little, a string of spit connects his swollen lips with Taehyung’s hard cock.

“Baby…” The younger groans, fingers carding through his hair lovingly, “You seriously have no gag reflex? What the hell? This is your first time doing this, right?”

“Yes…” Yoongi is taken aback, by the way, his own voice sounds. So fucked up, scratchy and rough.

“You are perfect,” Taehyung praises him, his hand not stopping to pet him, “My perfect little boy.” His other hand comes up to lay on the back of his head, it’s heavy like lead and Yoongi quickly gets the hint as he sinks down the other’s cock again.

Taehyung outright moans now, hand on the back of Yoongi’s head actively pushing him down as he simultaneously starts slightly rocking his hips up into his mouth. The elder doesn’t mind though, every time he starts choking a little Taehyung immediately lets him go and giving him the whole control about him is kind of hot. Seriously.

The air around them is hot and heavy, sweat on both of their foreheads and a slight sheen all over their body. Yoongi continues sucking hard, trying to do everything Taehyung and Jimin told him before. Every time Taehyung tenses and hisses sharply Yoongi tries repeating that exact move again to draw as much noise out of the other as possible.

The younger definitely likes it the most when Yoongi takes him completely down his throat and moans, the vibrations making the whole thing feel even better or when he digs the tip of his tongue into the slit at the tip while stroking the rest of Taehyung’s cock. When he reaches down to massage his balls at the same time Taehyung suddenly starts tugging on his hair.

“Okay, B – Baby,” Taehyung gasps, pulling a little harder and the slight pain makes Yoongi hiss once he pops off the other’s cock. “We need to stop that now if we still wanna get to the fucking part. I don’t wanna cum yet.”

Yoongi looks up at the other and pride instantly makes his chest swell. He made him look like that. Glassy eyes, red tinted cheeks, and swollen lips from biting on them all the time, his hair is messed up and sweat shines on his forehead. Yoongi moves his aching jaw a few times, his own lips tingle from keeping them tight around Taehyung all the time but it’s okay. He liked the feeling of having something down his throat and he definitely liked the control Taehyung had over him during the act.

“How about we prepare you now?” Taehyung asks with a soft smile as he lets his thumb drag over Yoongi’s swollen lips.

The elder quickly nods, excited at the prospect of getting a step closer to getting fucked into oblivion but at the sudden sharp look in the other’s eyes he catches himself immediately to reply, “Yes, please.” Taehyung nods at him approvingly before letting his hand rest on his cheek, stroking the soft skin with his thumb.

“Have you ever done this to yourself before?” Taehyung asks and the sultry undertone of his voice is gone, concern overtaking his features for a second as he focuses his whole attention on Yoongi and his wellbeing.

“Never,” Yoongi admits, he has tried it but just didn’t have the confidence to pull through with it. And Jimin has told him it feels better when someone experienced does it for you the first time. “Wanted you to be the first one to touch me there…” It’s not exactly a lie, he just leaves out the part of him being too scared to do it to himself.

“That’s incredibly hot,” Taehyung whispers, voice dropping again as he keeps rubbing circles into Yoongi’s cheeks, “Do you wanna turn around for that or do you want to see me?”

“Wanna see you please.” Yoongi doesn’t even need to think about the question. It’s frightening enough having something getting shoved up his ass so he doesn’t also need to only see the pillows in front of him. He’s sure he’ll feel better if he’s able to look at his boyfriend during it.

Taehyung laughs a little before he positions them correctly. Yoongi gets maneuvered in his place, head on the pillows as Taehyung takes one to push it under the small of his back. As he spreads his legs Yoongi feels embarrassment flaring up again but he keeps reminding himself that this is Taehyung, his boyfriend whom he loves very much and he relaxes again, letting his legs fall open. Taehyung is scooting down the bed so he’s eye level with the other’s crotch. A bottle of lube seems to have appeared out of thin air in the other’s hand but Yoongi doesn’t have time to wonder where it came from because there’s suddenly a finger at his rim.

The lube is cold against his skin and he feels goosebumps erupt all over his body as Taehyung keeps rubbing the slick finger in circles over his hole. He isn’t pushing yet, just getting him used to the feeling of something being there.

“This will be very weird then,” Taehyung explains but Yoongi already knows that. He expects it to feel weird, at least at the start. “It might hurt and be uncomfortable at the beginning but I need you to relax for me.”

Yoongi takes a deep breath to calm himself, his heart is racing in his chest and he braces himself for what’s about to happen. Taehyung keeps a close look on his face as the massaging finger from before starts prodding against his hole and slowly, so very slowly starts to push against his hole. Yoongi tries, he really tries to relax as much as he can but when the finger breaches his hole he whines high and clenches, tension in his whole body as he tries to get away from the feeling. It hurts.

“Baby, really,” Taehyung coos and his other hands comes up to stroke over Yoongi’s cheek again, he looks just as pained as Yoongi feels, “I need you to try and loosen up, please. This will hurt even more if you keep clenching and I don’t want to hurt you. Please.”

Yoongi nods, taking another deep breath and tries but the second Taehyung starts pushing again another whimper escapes him as he closes his legs with a small cry. His eyes fall shut on their own accord and Taehyung withdraws his finger immediately, both hands now stroking Yoongi’s cheeks where tears have started to run down.

“It hurts,” He whines loudly even though the feeling is already gone. The tears just continue to frustrate himself further because he wants this. He wants the other to fuck him and he wants it to feel good and it didn’t even hurt so much that he would have needed to cry but combined with the frustration of not being able to relax it overwhelmed him.

“I know baby,” Taehyung whispers reassuringly, wiping the tears away with his thumb as Yoongi starts hiccupping a little, “You’re so tight, too tight I would say. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“But I want to,” Yoongi pouts, hands coming up to frustratingly wipe over his traitorous eyes. “I wanna have sex with you… I want you inside me…” Just the thought of not being able to ever have sex with Taehyung because it hurts makes him want to cry harder. Jimin told him it would be uncomfortable but he also said that it would quickly feel good when someone knows what they're doing with their fingers and until now everything they did felt more than good. Why can’t this be as easy as the rest? Yoongi is a second away from throwing a tantrum like a little kid when Taehyung’s voice gets him back down to reality.

“I may have an idea to get you to relax a little,” Taehyung wonders, eyes dropping down to him again as he scoots down the bed a bit, “Can you close your eyes for me, Baby? And take a deep breath?”

Yoongi nods and does as he’s told even though he has no idea what Taehyung is about to do. His heart still hammers in his chest and he wants to take a peek, just to get an idea of what might be happening to him. It’s not like he doesn’t trust the other to take care of him, it’s just weird not being able to see what’s happening. He’s trying to relax when he suddenly jerks, a moan falling from his lips at the foreign feeling against his hole.

His eyes fly open and another desperate whine falls from his lips as he sees the head of the younger between his legs, tongue greedily lapping at his hole. Yoongi lets his head fall back against the pillows with another whimper. This is not something he talked about with Jimin but he’s seen it in porn. The guys there were mostly doing it for a short time and the one receiving not that loud but Yoongi couldn’t contain his noises.

The wet muscle licks around his hole, tip sometimes prodding the entrance but never pushing in. Taehyung’s hands are splayed over his ass cheeks, keeping them apart as he kneads them at the same time. His tongue is hot against his skin, lips occasionally kissing and sucking on his rim before his tongue harshly laps at him again.

Yoongi can’t really describe the feelings but it makes his cock start to throb again, precome starting to leak on his stomach again as he starts pushing back against the pressing tongue and just like that he actually feels himself relax a little more at the ministrations. The tip of Taehyung’s tongue occasionally dips inside of his hole and every time Yoongi wails a little louder, pushing harshly back against the other’s face. The feeling is just incredible and he’s sure he would be able to come from this alone if the other would do it long enough.

“You taste amazing, baby,” Taehyung rasps as he comes up for air, one slick finger rubbing over his hole and Yoongi keens at the feeling, pushing back against the digit. “Look how much looser you’ve gotten. I bet I can fit more than just the tip of my tongue inside now.”

By the looks of it, Taehyung has been right because once he buries his face between Yoongi’s cheeks again his tongue slips inside of him easily. Taehyung starts fucking the wet muscle into him at a fast pace and Yoongi could barely keep up, hips rolling back against the tongue as staccato moans continue to fall from his red lips. It feels so good that he barely registers the slick finger pushing in along the tongue.

The sting gets overshadowed by the pleasure he receives from Taehyung’s tongue and even though it does hurt a little, the pain is instantly forgotten when the younger’s finger presses against something that makes him see stars. The bundle of nerves deep inside of him makes him choke on his moan and he arches off the bed almost completely.

“Oh my god! Do that again – do it again, please. Please, please, Tae,” He loudly whines, trying to push back against the digit to get it to press even harder against his prostate. Taehyung only chuckles at his desperate attempts as he starts mercilessly rubbing against the spot while he reaches up to jerk him off with his other hand.

“Yes, yes – Tae, I’m so close – please, so close,” Yoongi cries, hands pulling at the sheets under him. His eyes are tightly closed, enjoying the feeling of Taehyung’s finger inside of him, his other hand around his cock and suddenly there’s a tongue licking around the tip of his cock and his whole body jerks with the added pleasure. A second finger slips in and now Yoongi is able to almost ignore all of the pain because Taehyung only continues to rub against his prostate harder.

He has started a brutal rhythm with him. Mouth hollowed around the head of his cock as his tongue keeps swirling around it, hand at the base of his cock working faster than before as he fucks his fingers faster into Yoongi’s ass while never missing his prostate to rub at it without showing mercy.

Yoongi starts gasping for air, not knowing whether to fuck himself down on the fingers or up into Taehyung’s mouth. His orgasm is so, so close for the second time this evening. He could almost feel it on his tongue and as his toes start to curl he’s ready to let it all go but suddenly everything stops. The fingers leave his hole empty, the mouth on him gone and the hand around his base squeezing again like Taehyung also did in the beginning.

“W-Why?” Yoongi hiccups and this time the tear escapes his eye because of the second time that Taehyung denied his orgasm.

“No coming without permission, baby.” Taehyung chastised him, smirking down at his fucked out expression before pushing three fingers back into his hole. Yoongi hisses at the sudden stretch. “Now let’s stretch you a little more.”

Yoongi quickly grows accustomed to the fingers in his ass, muscles almost completely relaxed by now but he continues to whine every time Taehyung purposely misses his prostate just to be mean to him. He continues pumping the fingers into him until he manages to get Yoongi up to four fingers and that’s when the elder draws the line. He can’t possibly take this any longer and frankly, he also doesn’t want to wait any longer. Four fingers should suffice, right?

“Tae –“ Yoongi hiccups, rolling his hips against the other’s hand, “I think I’m – God, I’m ready, ready – I’m so ready, please!”

“Are you sure?” Taehyung asks but the concern his voice held before is gone, replaced by amusement because he knows that Yoongi is ready. He also knows how desperate the elder already is and if Yoongi wouldn’t feel that good he would definitely hit him for teasing him like this. “I don’t wanna hurt my little baby…”

“It’s okay, please,” He assures him, hips snapping back against the fingers, “It’s okay. I’m ready, so ready.” He hopes his voice doesn’t actually sound as whiny as he thinks it does but by the look on the younger’s face it does and not only that but his expression must look as wrecked as he already feels.

“Alright,” Taehyung agrees, withdrawing his fingers to wipe them on the sheets. “How about we do this at your pace now? Hmm?”

Yoongi nods quickly, just about to relax into the pillows but then Taehyung starts moving away from him. Alarmed Yoongi scrambles to get ahold of the other’s shoulders, pulling him back but Taehyung easily slides out of his grasp. Clicking his tongue he smirks down at the elder, “Can you move up a little?” Yoongi obeys quickly and eagerly.

Taehyung sits back up against the headboard, a sheen of sweat makes his caramel like skin glow in the dim light and Yoongi could see the ripples of slight muscle moving under the other’s skin. It’s intoxicating. The way Taehyung looks like a wet dream come true makes the arousal in Yoongi’s stomach double. Since the others fingers left him he feels weirdly empty.

“Come on now,” Taehyung whispers, one hand rolling on a condom while he makes the come hither motion with the other. Yoongi swallows thickly at the sight in front of him. The younger has his legs spread, thick thighs looking extra juicy like that, back leaned against the headboard and head cocked to the side, one perfect eyebrow arched. “Get up on my lap and then you can ride me. You can go at your own pace like this.”

The heat in his stomach doubles and Yoongi carefully crawls towards him, thighs coming down on either side of the other as he reaches out to steady himself on his shoulders. Taehyung might be right, like this, he would be able to control the pace, how fast he wants to go and when he wants to move. It’s still intimidating and he anchors himself by staring directly into the brown eyes of his boyfriend as he reaches under himself to grasp his cock, guiding it towards his entrance.

His heart beats fast and he could feel Taehyung’s heartbeat going at a similar speed with his other hand which is half clasped on his shoulder and half pressed against his chest to balance himself. After taking a deep breath and willing himself to relax he starts sinking down, slowly, so very slowly he feels every inch of Taehyung splitting him open. It hurts. It hurts so much more than the fingers but Yoongi keeps going until he sits snug in the other’s lap, panting against his collarbone where he’s leaning his head. The sting is slowly fading but it’s still right there.

“So damn tight,” Taehyung groans from somewhere above him and he could feel his cock twitch inside of his ass. The younger’s hands are reassuringly running up and down his back in a comforting manner. Yoongi feels himself tremble slightly, his thighs burning from holding himself in the same position.

“T -Tae…” He whines, hands digging harder into the other’s shoulders as the younger starts slowly moving his fingers over his ass.

“Take your time, baby,” Taehyung mumbles into his hair, “Move when you’re ready.”

Yoongi pants, staying like this for a few seconds before he finally lifts his head to meet the heated gaze of his boyfriend. “What – What should I do? I don’t –“

“Just do what feels good,” Taehyung says, voice strained. It must be hard for him to stay still too. “Move back and forth, up and down – look for what you like.”

Yoongi tries to do what the other tells him, slowly starting to rock his hips back and forth. It makes both of them groan at the same time, Taehyung’s grip on his ass tightening as he helps him grind down on him. It feels good. Really, really good and Yoongi starts whimpering, pants leaving his lips as he tries to find a rhythm. Taehyung supports him where he can, leaning forward to start sucking on one of his nipples again and it makes him keen.

“Tae…” He moans the other’s name as he slowly starts lifting himself up and down. In the beginning, it’s just about an inch that he moves but once he finds the right gripping on the younger’s shoulders he starts digging his legs harder into the mattress to bounce up higher and faster. His mouth falls open as moans just endlessly continue to spill out of it, hips starting to move faster and harder against the other.

“Just like that, baby,” Taehyung praises him, fingers digging into his hips, “That’s it. I wish you could see yourself right now – so fucking sexy and just for me.” Yoongi whines at the compliment spurred on by it he starts moving even faster, his skin slapping against the other. Taehyung has started digging his heels into the mattress and using his grip on the other’s hips to fuck up into him every time Yoongi moves down again.

The squelch of lube is obscene, just like the moans and groans of both of them as their sweat-slicked bodies stick together. The air around them is heavy and Yoongi feels like he can’t breathe properly from all the pleasure.

No matter how hard he tries and no matter in what direction he moves, Yoongi fails to locate his prostate and the fact frustrates him slightly. At the same time, his thighs start to burn, muscles aching from exhaustion and he begins to move sloppier. Taehyung mostly holds him up now as he’s just leaning his whole weight on the younger, barely moving anymore as he lets him fuck up into him.

“Tae – it’s hard –“ Yoongi chokes out, thighs burning like fire as he holds onto the younger with everything he’s got. The sensitive tip of his cock continues rubbing against Taehyung’s stomach with every move, the other’s length stretching him with every thrust more and it’s all just too overwhelming for him. “I can’t – “

“Hush baby,” Taehyung mumbles next to his ear, hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of his neck. He ceases his thrusts, cock buried deep inside of Yoongi as his arms wrap tightly around his upper body. “Just hold on, okay?” Yoongi nods frantically, hands digging into the sudden bulging bicep of the younger as he lifts him up slightly.

His cock slips out of Yoongi’s hole and the elder whines at the empty feeling, hole clenching around nothing as Taehyung flips them around like it’s a piece of cake. The sheets are soft underneath him, already hot and it burns against his skin. Taehyung hovers over him, sitting on his knees between Yoongi’s spread legs, hands on either side of his face and breath fanning over his lips.

Yoongi whines at the position, feeling caged by the other who’s so much bigger than him, broad shoulders above him and smirk on his lips. He reaches out to grasp at his biceps again when Taehyung clicks his tongue, quickly moving to grab both of Yoongi’s wrists in one hand and hold them down over his head. A spike of pleasure shoots through Yoongi’s whole body and he bucks up with a whimper. It’s so hot, everything Taehyung does turns him on so much and he can’t calm down.

His cock is still leaking and when he moves his hips up a little he could feel the tip of the other’s cock brushing against his ass. It’s unfair how Taehyung knows how to just keep out of reach for him. The younger leans down, catching his mouth in a short but bruising kiss before he brings his other hand down to press his hips back into the mattress.

“You look so good under me,” He growls lowly, hands digging a little harsher into his hipbones as Yoongi wriggles on the bed. He knows he must look so fucked out already, sweat is clinging to his skin, he knows his hair must be flying everywhere and he’s flushed from his chest up to his face, dark marks visible over his whole body but Taehyung still looks at him like he’s the most beautiful person on earth. “Pinned to my bed. So fucking hot.” Taehyung bites into the side of his neck again just as he pushes his own hips forward to brush the tip of his cock over his hole.

“Please –“ Yoongi whines, hips desperately trying to move back against him even though the other holds him down with so much force that he’s almost immobile. It’s unfair, it’s so fucking unfair and so fucking hot at the same time.

He would have never thought that Taehyung would be able to take so much control in the bedroom, hell, he never thought he would like to actually submit to someone so much of his own free will. But Taehyung only has to turn that dark and hungry gaze on him and he’s pliant in his hands. His lips tremble and when the younger finally pushes his hips forward to sink just the tip of his cock inside of his hole he throws his head back against the pillows, hands grasping at nothing in the tight grab of the younger.

“Tae –“ His voice breaks at the end, pants leaving his lips as Taehyung pulls his cock out again, smirking down at him with a small sadistic glint in his dark eyes.

“Want me to fuck you? Hm?” He asks, hand wandering from his hips up his chest to tweak a nipple and Yoongi arches off the bed, nodding frantically at him. “Wanna have my cock inside of you? Do you think you deserve it? Do you?”

Yoongi gasps at the intense feeling of Taehyung pinching his nipple with more force than before, it borderlines on pain but it still fuels the fire building in his stomach. He tries to wriggle away from the feeling as he attempts to form a coherent sentence. “I did good,” He gasps, “I deserve it, Tae. I do!”

The pressure on his nipple is suddenly gone, both of Taehyung’s hands suddenly abandoning his body as the younger sits back on his knees, just staring down at him. Yoongi shivers at the sudden lack of warmth above him, keeping his hands where Taehyung left them as he squirms under the other’s heady gaze. “If you think you deserve it,” The younger drawls, hand dropping to lazily stroke his own cock, “Then beg.”

“Beg?”

“Beg.”

Yoongi gulps, hands fisting the sheets above his head as he opens his mouth. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth, throat dry from making so much noise and his voice sounds scratchy, whiney. “Please, Tae – I… I’ve been good so please, please fuck me. I wanna – I want you to make me cum, please. Please, Tae, please.”

He gets interrupted by a pair of lips hungrily nipping at his own, a hot tongue snaking inside of his mouth to take, take and take from him. He groans deep in his throat, hands shooting up to claw over Taehyung’s back as the other male lines himself up with his hole again. His whole upper body arches off the bed when he finally pushes inside, all signs of gentleness gone as he instantly starts a ruthless rhythm. Yoongi doesn’t mind, he just tries to hold onto the other as good as possible.

Taehyung is covering his whole body with his own, chests pressed together and Yoongi’s cock trapped between them. His head is buried against his neck, breath hot against the sensitive skin as the other continues leaving hot open mouthed kisses and occasional nips. He groans right against his ear, hips snapping forward in a fast pace and Yoongi could do nothing but let the other do what he wants.

He’s barely holding on, heels digging into the small of Taehyung’s back as he tries to push him even closer, hands slipping over his skin, nails digging inside and his head thrown back against the soft pillows. The room is too hot around him, pleasure rushing like liquid fire through his whole body and the scent of Taehyung is all around him, intoxicating him and stealing his breath. His mouth hangs open to let out every staccato whine, whimper and moan he could muster.

Quickly he feels the knot in his stomach tighten again, his orgasm approaching fast for the third time this evening. He bucks his hips up against the body of the younger, feeling his sensitive and leaking cock rubbing against his stomach with every move.

“Tae – feels so good, so – ah – good,” He gasps, voice breaking at every thrust of the younger. His toes already curl in pleasure and he squeezes his eyes shut at a particularly hard suck right over his pulse point.

“Yeah?” Taehyung growls into his ear. “Well, I’m glad. Are you going to come soon?” Yoongi nods, unable to respond when Taehyung suddenly slips a hand under Yoongi’s ass to lips his hips off the bed and hold him there. The new angle allows him to hit his prostate head on with every thrust and Yoongi nearly screams at the overwhelming feeling.

“Yes, yes, yes,” He chants, choking on his moans as he tries to hold onto the other even tighter than before. Taehyung’s cock rubs against his prostate just right, his biceps bulging from holding him up and it turns him on so much. He can barely catch his breath, body limp in the other’s arms.

“Going to cum untouched? Just from my cock?” Taehyung asks and even though his voice has sounded calm the whole evening now it’s also rough. Cracking on deep groans that spill over his lips and Yoongi shudders at the sound, mind spinning from the thought of coming untouched.

“I don’t – I don’t think I can,” He pants, hips bucking back against Taehyung’s and making his cock rub up against the other’s stomach.

“Well, I think you can,” Taehyung growls, other hand coming to join the one already under the elder’s ass. He lifts him up even further and Yoongi loudly moans when his shoulders remain the only thing on the bed. The angle is even better than before and even though his cock isn’t rubbing against Taehyung anymore he tastes his orgasm already on his tongue. “Come on, just from my cock. Feel it inside you – so big – don’t you think you can come from it all alone?”

“Tae!” Yoongi yells, face scrunching up as his toes curl, hands trying to hold onto anything but failing. His cock twitches against his stomach, precome coming out like it’s a leaking faucet.

“Is your little cock going to come? Hm?” Taehyung prompts, hands pulling Yoongi’s cheeks apart as his rhythm starts faltering a little. The sound of skin slapping against skin and his own moans fill Yoongi’s ears and he feels tears running down his face again. Pleasure almost blinding him.

“Please,” He whines, voice higher than he ever heard it before but he doesn’t care. Not even embarrassed one bit by the state he’s in. Not when everything around him feels too good to be true. The knot in his stomach is ready to burst, it’ll just take a little more and he’ll explode in pleasure. “I – Feels so good, Tae! Fuck me harder, please.”

“Everything for my baby,” Taehyung groans and forcefully slams his hips forwards even harder, pulling Yoongi back against him at every thrust. “Now look at me and remember whose name to call when you come.” The elder chokes on his moans, whole body starting to tremble as he cracks his eyes open just a bit to look up at his boyfriend. Taehyung looks so hot above him, hair messy on his head, sweat glistening on his skin and eyes almost feral as he stares down at him.

It takes him only one particularly hard thrust and Yoongi’s whole world explodes into pleasure. “Tae!” He swears he blacks out for a second, pleasure coursing through him like liquid fire, his whole body tenses up as spurts of hot come covers his own chest, almost reaching up to his chin. Taehyung follows only a second after him, cock twitching deep inside of his hole as he groans into the elder’s skin.

It feels like hours until Yoongi is able to breathe normally again, his whole body is still pulsing with pleasure and he’s sure he’s not able to move for at least the whole next century or so. The sheets underneath him are clinging to his sweat-soaked skin, the air heavy with the stench of sex. Taehyung is laying next to him, one arm under his neck and the other continuously drawing random patterns on Yoongi’s chest.

“You are a kinky motherfucker,” The elder gasps, a smile breaking out on his face at the offended noise of his boyfriend. “Hyung!” The other yells embarrassed, burying his face in Yoongi’s neck to hide from him. How he’s able to be a fucking sex god minutes ago and going back to being the baby he usually is, is still kind of beyond Yoongi.

“You aren’t innocent at all!” He continues to accuse the other. God, he started this relationship thinking he would be taking control in the bedroom like he usually does but then Taehyung turns into a fucking sex god and ravishes him. It’s not what he expected at all. Not like he didn’t enjoy it though. He loved it. More than loved it.

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it though,” The younger mumbles against the sensitive skin of his neck, peppering a few kisses over the marks he left there.

“True,” Yoongi says. He can’t complain over anything that happened, maybe only about the fact that he’s still laying in his own sweat and cum but he’s not feeling ready to move at all. “I think I’m kinkier than I originally thought,” He wonders.

“And definitely less straight than you originally thought,” Taehyung chuckles, moving to sit up on the bed. Yoongi groans as he gets moved in the process, a sharp pain shooting up his spine and oh, okay that’s what Jimin meant with not overdoing it the first time. Well, that didn’t quite work out, did it?

“Yes,” He turns to look up at his boyfriend who’s standing butt naked next to the bed, so casually like they’ve been together for years and already used to the sight. Yoongi is definitely not used to it and if he wouldn’t be so spent already he would definitely get a little hard again but now he’s just too tired. “I should have experimented with my sexuality way sooner. I think you ruined me for every woman out there.”

“Because you like getting fucked?” Taehyung asks a small smirk making his lips twitch as he starts pulling the soiled sheets out from under Yoongi. The elder nods at him. He does like to get fucked, he imagined that it would feel good and Jimin told him it’s an incredible feeling but nothing could have prepared him for the sex with Taehyung. It was just otherworldly. “I guess, you can always ask them to fuck you with any kind of toy,” Taehyung says smiling, ducking as Yoongi throws a pillow in his direction.

“Still,” He falls back against the pillows, “I’m glad I met you and found out more things about myself. Now carry me towards the bathroom, I’m feeling gross and want to shower or take a bath but my whole body hurts and feels like jello.”

Taehyung barks out a laugh.

Epilogue

Yoongi doesn’t know why he let himself be convinced to help his idiot of a boyfriend clean his messy room. He seriously doesn’t know but his extremely cute impression of a puppy might have been a major point adding to this crucial decision.

How it’s possible for a room to be this messy and unorganized is still a wonder to him but Yoongi has stopped questioning his boyfriend a long time ago. He just wants to get this over with as soon as possible so they could finally watch that movie they wanted to see for a week – and maybe make out a little during it. If they feel like it. (Yoongi feels like it. Definitely.)

“Hyung!” Taehyung suddenly yells excitedly. “Look what I found!” Yoongi turns around and his eyes catch on the item Taehyung is holding up. It’s a long and thin belt but no, Yoongi doesn’t recognize it because Taehyung has worn it as a belt before. No, that would have been too normal. He recognizes it as the belt the younger has worn as a choker a few weeks back.

“You do know that it looked like you were on a freaking leash?” He asks unimpressed, he never understood why Taehyung has been so hung up over this thing. Especially once it disappeared under mysterious circumstances. (Yoongi swears he threw the belt in the trash so how it’s possible that it turns up here is beyond him.)

“I think it looked cool,” Taehyung pouts, lowering his hand with the belt as he inspects it again.

“No, it didn’t.” Yoongi is honest, straightforward with his opinion and no, he doesn’t think it looked cool when his boyfriend ran around with a leash around his neck like a dog. He feels bad for a second at the sad expression on the other’s face but it’s gone in a second and a mischievous sparkle replaces the sullen expression from before.

“How about you try it on?” Taehyung asks, holding the belt out for Yoongi to take. Excuse him but what? Like hell, he is going to wear that.

“Uhm, no,” Yoongi deadpans, stuffing the dirty shirts he has collected already in the hamper. “Not happening.”

“Come on,” Taehyung whines and Yoongi knows he’s already gone. But he definitely lost for good when he glances up to meet the other’s eyes, wide open, a little glassy and bottom lip stuck out in a pout. It’s freaking unfair that Taehyung knows exactly what buttons to push to get what he wants from Yoongi. All the goddamn time.

“Give me that fucking thing,” He snaps and pulls the belt out of his hands. He fiddles with it for a few seconds, not really being able to work out how exactly he’s going to tighten it around his neck but once he succeeds he turns towards his boyfriend with an unimpressed glare on his face.

“Are you satisfied now?” He demands to know, lips stuck in a pout and eyebrows furrowed. The things he does for his stupid boyfriend. “I look stupid.”

The gaze of Taehyung surprises him though and his cheeks instantly start to flush in embarrassment. Taehyung lets his eyes slowly travel up and down Yoongi’s body, stopping at the belt around his neck as his hand drops to grab the waistband of his sweatpants suggestively.

This is not true. Taehyung is not seriously getting turned on because of the belt around his neck, is he?

Jimin sits in the living room when he hears it, head in the lap of his boyfriend who keeps running his fingers soothingly through his hair. He had been relaxing, it had been a nice day until he heard it and both of them startle in shock.

“I want a divorce!” Yoongi’s voice echoes through the whole apartment and not even a second later the door which leads to Taehyung’s bedroom gets thrown open, banging against the wall as an angry looking Yoongi stomps through it.

Taehyung follows close behind him, a smile on his lips and a long belt(?) in his hand. “We’re not even married!” He laughs as Yoongi turns around with a bright red head.

“Then we’ll get married right now so I can divorce you again,” The elder snaps, arms crossed in front of his body as he seizes the other up and down. The smile drops from Taehyung’s lips and gets replaced by a shocked expression. Jimin and Jeongguk stare in the same state, the two males in front of them left speechless. Yoongi wants to what now?

“Wait…” Taehyung whispers, voice low and full of disbelief as he lets the hand with the belt falls limply to his side. “You’d want to marry me?”

Yoongi seems to finally realize what he has said before and the blush on his face only intensifies as he bites his bottom lip and drops his gaze to the floor. He’s shuffling with his feet, hands playing with the hem of his shirt before he shyly glances up at his boyfriend again. Jimin waits with bated breath for the other’s response. “Well – I mean, of course! Why not – I mean – I just,” Yoongi shrugs, “Why wouldn’t I?”

Why wouldn’t he?! As if marrying someone is an easy fucking question. Jimin can’t believe it, his eyes are glued to the two who don’t seem to be aware of the fact that they have a live audience but well, Jimin is used to being unnoticed by them.

“But you never even said you love me,” Taehyung exclaims with a whine and the two males on the couch gasp in unison. Wanting to marry but never even said the three sacred words? This is better than any K-Drama Jimin has watched in the middle of the night over a bowl of ice cream.

“Well, I freaking do,” Yoongi pouts, stomping his foot like a little kid as he confidently meets the surprised gaze of his boyfriend. “I mean, I would even wear this freaking leash to fulfill your weird kinks.” He gestures towards the belt in Taehyung’s hands and Jimin’s stomach drops – Is this going to be a repetition of the day those two confessed? Is he going to hear something he doesn’t want to hear again?

“Don’t act like you’re not into them!” Taehyung exclaims, waving around with the belt before he calms down again, taking a deep breath. “But still… You really love me?”

“Yes,” Yoongi smiles shyly, hand reaching out to intertwine his fingers with Taehyung’s. “I love you, Tae.” Jimin almost coos out loud but he catches himself in the last second, not wanting to interrupt their moment.

“I love you too!” Taehyung laughs and the smile on his lips is so wide that Jimin wonders how his face hasn’t split in two already. At least this hasn’t escalated into something like the cursed day Jimin still tries to erase from his memory – “Now let's go back to my room and put the belt back on, please.” – And he cheered too soon.

“And that’s our cue to leave,” He whispers, getting up from the couch to tug his boyfriend with him as the other two make their way back into Taehyung’s room, leaving the door ajar behind them.

“Still traumatized?” Jeongguk chuckles as he slowly follows his boyfriend towards the door. Jimin doesn’t understand why the other doesn’t want to get out of here as fast as possible. His roommate is about to live out one of his kinks with his boyfriend and Jeongguk is taking his sweet time to leave the apartment.

“I’ll never recover and I’m not looking to adding something to the list of traumatic events caused by horny best friends,” Jimin hisses, tugging on his hand again to get him to move faster. Suddenly both of them freeze as a loud moan comes from the room on the other side of the living room. They look at each other for a horrified second before Jeongguk practically hauls him over his shoulder and runs for the door.

“Come on, let’s fucking go!”