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So the thing about his work is that the majority of the time Yoongi works like any normal producer. He sits for too many hours hunched up like a shrimp over a mixing board or his keyboard fiddling with the smallest of sound bites getting a melody perfect or a verse sounding just right. Sometimes, however, he needs a little something extra, a little bit of an edge to work with. An incentive. An end goal that isn't just finishing a song.
Horny. He likes to be horny when he’s working on something deep and growling.
So when they were given a rare couple days off of promotional shoots, the few perks of all the prerecorded filming they do now was it gave them more free time, he packed his backpack with a few things and wandered to his brand new studio. It’s not too late and Jungkook waves at him as he leaves, already engrossed in a game of overwatch on the main television. He doesn’t ask where Yoongi is going because Yoongi isn’t dressed up or down, a happy middle ground of his glasses, tight old ripped jeans, and a borrowed pullover over a long sleeved shirt that might be Namjoon’s. The pullover is definitely Taehyung’s because it’s softer fabric that Yoongi normally buys and covered in florals. He raises no red flags and with his backpack on his right shoulder out of habit he makes off into the night to have some fun.
See, keeping yourself horny for a couple hours, always on edge, while you’re working isn’t easy. After a while you just get bored or caught up in the work and you forget about starting out as horny. Either that or you come too fast from jerking off and it defeats the purpose. So over the years Yoongi had worked out a nice system. The beats came easier and he got to lose himself in the work and get some of the best stress relief he could find in his particular line of work. He doesn’t call up a driver, just hops in the nondescript black car he bought a while back, puts on a snapback and a facemask, and heads to the new building. With all the comeback prep, pre recorded performances, all his physical therapy, he hadn’t actually had time to christen his new studio. Everything was moved in and his equipment, new and old, were all installed and arranged the way he liked, but he hadn’t had a chance to use it in the way he was planning. The night security waves at him, bowing politely, and he waves back on his way to the elevator. He isn’t the only one in the building, there’s still a few cars in the secured parking, but he thinks the rest of the guys are all at the dorm doing whatever it is they decided on a free friday night. Hoseok had offered to take him out to dinner with Seokjin but Yoongi had turned him down, had his own plans and didn’t want to be a third wheel for date night. Again.
He makes it up to the studio, only gets turned around in the identical halls once until he hits the R-kive and knows he’s just down the hall. The lights are dim in Namjoon’s studio so Yoongi assumes he’s either forgotten to turn them off again or he’s taking a nap there where the maknaes can’t find him. Sometimes he just needed to be alone with his thoughts, much as the younger members wanted to be there and talk him out of a funk. Yoongi relates, they were similar in that way. Best to wait it out, sometimes it was just a want for solitude without the threat of someone wandering in or getting woken up by noisy dorm hijinks instead of anything drastic.
Once in his own studio, sneakers left just by the door, he turns on the computer and his smaller mixing board. It wasn’t anything big he planned to work on, maybe something for D-3, maybe something he could retool and give to Namjoon to work some magic on. It had been rolling around in his brain for a week now so it was about time to get it down in some software and it was a decent enough excuse to work through some stress at the start of a weekend.
The studio is always cold, has to be to keep the equipment from overheating when they’re working with everything running, so he takes his throw blanket off the little couch and drapes it over his chair, setting his backpack in the seat to pull out what he needs. A bottle of lube, a little pack of wet wipes, and a clean towel wrapped up around the star of the show.
See Yoongi liked to work on beats while horny, and working on beats could take a couple hours, so the easiest way to keep himself horny and interested was to have some stimulation. Specifically a dildo. Specifically a dildo in him while he worked, keeping him full and pressed up against all his hotspots, shifting against his insides while he worked. The music always came out a little more hard hitting, a little dirty and messy in that carefully purposeful way he’d become known for. And the orgasm after edging himself the whole time was always worth it. Always melted any stress he had and left him content and boneless. A little cockwarming for the soul or whatever. The dildo he packed wasn’t his biggest, but it was still a nice size, something he’d feel, and with an interesting shape. He had a bit of a collection, the guys all knew it, he’d been their resident gay member before they all slowly revealed they weren’t quite straight and they came to him for recommendations. Normal toys were fine, he had several, but he also had a few in weird shapes, a tentacle here, a weird alien one with ridges there. The texture was always nice, exciting in a different way. He had to keep himself entertained somehow when he wasn’t out there getting any real dick.
He could, obviously, there were channels and ways for idols to get around without getting noticed. He just wasn’t a hookup sort of guy. Never had been. So he made do with some interesting masturbation and pretending he wasn’t staring longingly at his bandmates for the last few years or so when he finally let himself feel something that wasn’t anxiety driven insomnia and work related stress.
Unwrapping the dildo and standing it up on his desk to wait he sets the towel down on the blanket, just to catch the mess, and works his ripped jeans down his legs. They get folded and dropped into the backpack still sitting under his desk. Just knowing he was going to get some personal action gets him a little hard and it doesn’t take long to get himself fully there after sitting down, gently stroking himself to get the buzz of arousal thrumming on low heat through his limbs. A pleasant warmth settles in his belly as he slips his rings off onto his desk and pours lube into his hands to warm it. Propping one leg up against the edge of his desk he rubs lazily at his hole, sighing and relaxing back into his chair while slowly fingering himself open. He’s lazy with it, slow and without much hurry, letting himself enjoy the stretch without really bothering to rub at his prostate. The dildo he picked out, a pretty pearlescent mix of purples and pink and blue, had ridges and a tapered head, something to get him hot and keep him there. After a few minutes he pulls his fingers out, lubes the dildo and gets it into the right position to sink slowly down on it, thighs shivering as he maneuvers around in the chair to get an angle that works just right.
Every ridge catches on his rim as he slides down it, letting himself sit fully against the textured base.
It forces a little moan out of him into the quiet of his studio and he blushes despite being alone in a soundproofed room. He cleans his hands with a wet wipe, tosses the lube down into his bag, and finally wraps the blanket around himself to escape the chill of the aircon. From the outside he looks pretty normal, bundled up in a blanket, curled up like he normally does into his big desk chair, headphones finally slipped on as he pulls himself closer to the desk. In the blue light from his screen the flush is barely noticeable. The gentle rocking he does to shift the dildo inside him is more noticeable but it’s not like there’s anyone there to see it. At some point he has to take his pullover off to hang over the back of his chair, long sleeves underneath curled over his hands while he types. His legs are covered in goosebumps but the rest of him is warm, a little overheated from being turned on. Two layers of shirts was too much, his back a little sticky despite how cold his fingers are.
With his dildo in place and his hard on resting between his thighs, legs pulled up into the seat, he works easily. Progress means he gets to come, that he can let go and stop just shifting around on the base, and actually fuck himself. It's been long enough and he's inspired enough that he doesn't even check his phone to browse twitter, just leans over the desk and works rapid fire. The beat is good, progress coming along at a steady clip while he keeps himself on that knife’s edge of focused on work but also focused on an orgasm slowly building, molasses slow, in his bones. It’s an hour later when his phone dings, the little vibration against the desk taking his attention. It startles him, making him flinch and clench down, the dildo pressed tighter inside him getting him to moan, quiet and breathy.
He saves three times before turning to his phone to see who it is.
Joon
Are you at home?
Me
No, in Genius Lab
need something?
Joon
1 sec
There’s no reply for a few minutes and Yoongi chalks it up to Namjoon finding someone else to get whatever he needed or answer whatever question he had. Maybe Namjoon put out whatever fire it was on his own. He shifts again, the dildo turning a little and he sighs, content. He slips a hand into the blanket to grab the base, pulling it gently to get more friction as the ridges pull and push their way in and out, just a couple lazy thrusts. The beat still needs work so he sits back down on the toy, wipes his hand off on his thighs and pulls it back out of the blanket. Almost the second his arm is free and he’s about to get back to work the door lock beeps and opens.
All of two people on planet earth know the code to his studio: Jungkook and Namjoon, and he can only really handle one of them finding him with a dildo up his ass in the middle of mixing a new beat. He could have handled Jungkook because, sure, he can’t say no to the kid, but at least Jungkook would listen if he told him to leave because he was working. Instead it’s Namjoon kicking off his sandals and wandering inside. Of course it was.
“Hey hyung sorry to interrupt I saw the light on earlier and wanted to make sure you were here,” Namjoon starts and Yoongi gives a stiff nod, trying not to move himself too much and praying his dick will go soft. It doesn’t. “But I’m working on something and I can’t get the bridge to work. Can you look at it?”
Normally Yoongi would tell him yes, leave it here and hyung will look at it, but Namjoon is pouting as he pulls the other chair from the corner and rolls over to sit next to Yoongi. Oh he was going to die tonight. This was it. Dead from embarrassment. Namjoon’s face slowly falls when Yoongi doesn’t give him an immediate answer.
“Oh, you’re probably busy,” Namjoon looks so crestfallen when he looks up at Yoongi’s screen to see what he’s working on. He doesn’t even tell Yoongi how bad it is for his eyes to sit in the dark despite Yoongi wearing his blue light filtering glasses. “Sorry hyung, I shouldn’t be bothering you this late I can email you the track yeah?”
“No, no it’s ok Namjoonie, let hyung see what you’ve got,” Yoongi corrects, softening his vowels to soothe out the hurt on Namjoon’s face. The cute tone always makes him smile and he does, flashing his dimples.
The computer monitor paints Namjoon in long blue highlights against his golden skin, looking soft and comfortable in his sweatpants and oversized hoodie. His glasses are pushed up into his hair and Yoongi can’t help smiling back at him with all his teeth. This was fine, he could do this, he could help Namjoon and pretend there wasn’t a good fifteen centimeters up his ass. It was chill. Namjoon airdrops him the file and he switches from headphones to speakers to workshop the beat, both of them digging into the track. It’s always nice to work with Namjoon and while he’s still on edge he can ignore it while he makes some suggestions, moves a few things around, adds in a couple samples from his own library to layer over top. Everything is going fine and then Namjoon starts up an old nervous habit that Yoongi forgot about. It’s been a while since they’ve been in the same studio together, most of their work done alone or at the larger group recording studio where Namjoon tends to pace. Namjoon hooks his foot around the base of Yoongi’s chair, rolling it back and forth. He used to do it when they were younger and Yoongi never slept, rocking Yoongi to sleep in his chair, but now it just keeps nudging the dildo around.
“I think this’ll work better, thank you hyung,” Namjoon grins.
“Yeah, just needed a little extra flare,” Yoongi nods, swallowing as he’s rocked back and forth.
“It’s nice working like this. I’ve been so busy in my new studio that I sort of forgot how we used to pile into the old ones.”
“Yeah,” Yoongi agrees, praying his blush isn’t too obvious as Namjoon keeps unknowingly rocking him around on a dildo. It’s probably the most embarrassing moment of his life. Namjoon looks down at his phone, making a thoughtful hum.
“It’s late but I think that chicken place we like is still open. Want to order something and head home? How did you get here tonight?” Namjoon offers.
“Oh I drove. And that’s fine, I have a couple things to finish up?”
“Nah, I can wait. Easier for one car instead of calling one of the drivers back this late, you know?” Namjoon smiles and leans back in his chair. Yoongi makes a little hum of agreement, his only idea for getting Namjoon out of the studio short of asking falling flat when he just turns his attention down to his phone, waiting for Yoongi to finish whatever it is he was doing. Well fuck.
If anything he can tell Namjoon to meet him down at the car, just two minutes, two minutes to pull the dildo out and put pants on, that was all he needed. He doesn’t want to be mean to Namjoon, not when he looks so soft and content with his newly bleached hair, the dark circles under his eyes nearly gone, his glasses slipping down the shallow slope of his nose. So he tries to work, opens what he’d been working on earlier and tools around with it. Namjoon keeps rocking his chair around like he doesn’t realize he’s doing it and while the dildo doesn’t move a lot in or out it does shift, turning ridges around inside and rubbing against all the right spots. Why did he bring one of his good dildos? Why did he need to edge himself so long? Why did he even decide to do it at all?
“Oh, hyung! This bit!” Namjoon jolts the chair, sitting up to excitedly point at Yoongi’s screen. The sudden movement jostles the dildo again and it hits just right, a moan forced up out of Yoongi’s chest as he holds desperately to the arms of his own chair. “Hyung?”
Namjoon’s eyebrows are high, eyes wide as he stares at Yoongi catching his breath, trying to keep from coming all over himself.
“Are you ok hyung? Did I like, I dunno, jostle your shoulder?” Namjoon asks, reaching out to hold Yoongi’s forearm. Yoongi’s free hand scrubs over his face and takes his glasses off to set them on the desk.
"No, my shoulder is fine," he mumbles.
"You sure? You sounded in pain?" Namjoon looks worried and scoots a little closer. He's got that determined leader look and there's no way to get him to leave when he's busy being worried. The same look plagued Yoongi for weeks when he first came back to the dorm, Namjoon hovering around him to keep an eye on his injured hyung. Like a bear circling a wounded deer, but in a less threatening way. Yoongi covers his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at Namjoon.
"Yeah I'm sure."
"You don't have to hide if it hurts hyung, really. We can call your doctor? We don't have any performances coming up, just interviews-"
"Namjoon-ah. I'm fine." Yoongi cuts him off, patting the hand still holding his arm.
"Then what was that?"
Yoongi groans again, looking off at the judging face of his figurines.
“There’s no nice way to explain this Namjoon-ah. I was trying to have some...alone time before you came in and it’s still in. I didn’t want to be mean to you and make you leave but you've been moving my chair and I just need like five minutes to get decent. Jesus this is fucking embarrassing,” Yoongi mumbles. The room is silent for a second before his track loops back around and Yoongi can’t bring himself to lower his hand and look at what Namjoon is doing. This is so gross he was getting himself off while Namjoon was right there. It wasn’t like the original dorms where they all tried to be really quiet about jacking off but they all kind of knew. This was knowingly getting off from Namjoon moving his chair while he had no idea. If he weren’t so turned on he’d feel worse about it.
Namjoon’s hand around his arm tightens.
“What’s still in?”
“What-what do you mean what’s still in ?” Yoongi’s hand falls so he can frown over at Namjoon and it’s a bad idea. Namjoon’s wide eyed and even in the computer light he looks flushed; and he’s smiling. A little funny half smirk.
“You said it’s still in. Were you playing with a vibrator? I don’t hear it.”
“Why are you so chill about this? You aren’t chill about anything. You caught Jin-hyung giving Hobi a handjob and couldn’t look at either of them for a week.” Yoongi doesn’t like how wide that smirk is getting.
“Because I don’t really want to see Hobi’s dick,” Namjoon shrugs, sitting upright and pulling Yoongi’s chair closer with his feet.
“So you wanna see mine?” Yoongi asks, voice going all high pitched and nervous like it does when he panics. Definitely one of the weirdest things Namjoon has ever done and it’s a pretty impressive list to top.
“I mean, if you wanna? Yeah?” All that cocky attitude drains out of Namjoon’s shoulders and he rubs the back of his neck, staring at the points of Yoongi’s knees folded up nearly to his chest. “You gotta know how I look at you hyung, I’m not subtle.”
Soft. Namjoon always looks at him with big soft eyes and smiles.
“You look at Kook that same way.”
“Well yeah I like Jungkook too, but you’re here,” Namjoon shrugs a little and it isn’t weird. They’re all kind of open with each other these days even if not all of them want to get with each other. Hoseok and Seokjin have their thing but Hoseok also gets in on whatever Jimin and Taehyung are doing. Yoongi always thought it was a casual thing, mostly, and he never did casual, so Yoongi was always sort of off limits. “You sounded nice. What do you have in hyung? You can tell me to leave if you’re like, not interested or whatever. But I wanna see.”
The last bit is added like an afterthought. Like Namjoon is trying to cover his bases in case he gets turned down.
“A dildo,” Yoongi mumbles, picking at the arms of his chair.
“Is it big?” Namjoon leans in, looking curious and laser focused on the blanket again, like if he stares long enough he could see through it.
“Not really? I mean, I have bigger.” Yoongi shrugs, curls his toes against his seat. Namjoon puts both hands on Yoongi’s knees, pulls them slightly apart and Yoongi squawks, snapping them closed again before the blanket can get disturbed. It’s a mistake because it jostles his dick and the friction makes him shake. “Yah! Manners! Get permission!”
“Hyung,” Namjoon whines, hands tightening on Yoongi’s knees, “let me see? I could help. Please?”
“I don’t do casual Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi groans, holding onto the chair as Namjoon wiggles him around a little like an excited dog with a new toy.
“Then don’t do it casually. Let me take you out sometimes. We can hold hands,” Namjoon offers, like it’s simple.
“You say it like it’s simple.”
“It is. I like you Yoongi-hyung, for forever. It’s not something I was gonna like, I dunno, act on. Being friends with you is more important than asking to suck your dick, you know? But you’re right here, and you’re being sexy. Sometimes the universe gives you opportunities and you have to take them.” Namjoon always makes anything sound deep and if Yoongi weren’t hard and already kind of in love with the guy he’d be more offended. “I wanna help. You’ve been on it for a while, yeah?”
Yoongi snorts a laugh, leans back in his chair and nods. Might as well embrace the weird turn this night has taken. Wasn’t like he was really against the idea. Kind of the opposite given how his dick twitches. “Yeah, I do it sometimes. Get some of my best work while mixing while I’m horny.”
“So you just sit on a dildo for a while and edge yourself? To make beats?”
“You liked how Cypher three turned out didn’t you?”
“Really? Kinky hyung,” Namjoon laughs.
“There are worse ways to spend an evening,” Yoongi shrugs. “You wanna help hyung finish or you gonna keep kink shaming me?”
“Can I?” It’s like Yoongi just told him Christmas came early.
Yoongi nods, letting Namjoon unwrap the blankets and reveal his bare legs. A pleased hum comes out of Namjoon when he pushes Yoongi’s knees apart, showing his hard cock pressed into the curve of his hip. The air in the studio is cold but he’s hot, everything warm to the touch as Namjoon trails both hands up and down his legs. He gets pulled a little closer, hips getting tilted and making him groan so Namjoon can stare between his legs at the base of the dildo. A tap against the base, fingers drumming against the silicone, makes Yoongi moan quietly and Namjoon smiles up at him, leans in to press their mouths together. Namjoon groans into his mouth when Yoongi opens to slip his tongue across Namjoon’s full lower lip. His breath hitches when Namjoon finally takes hold of the dildo’s base, turning it slightly. After years of getting teased for always hyping his own tongue game he was more than ready to shove it down Namjoon’s throat, but he can’t concentrate with the friction around his rim.
“Yeah? Sensitive?” Namjoon asks, pulling away to look down at what he’s doing.
“It has ridges,” Yoongi gasps, head tipping back against his chair.
Namjoon starts moving the dildo around and he tilts his hips to follow, both feet resting on Namjoon’s thighs for some leverage. Another tug on the base and Yoongi clenches, hiccups a breath while Namjoon wiggles the dildo around, churning his insides around.
"How big is it hyung?" Namjoon asks, curious as he stares at the stretch of Yoongi's hole and the base of the dildo. The base has soft little nubs that give him a nice texture to rub his taint up against, Namjoon playing with the silicone bumps while he works the dildo around.
"Mm? Take it out and find out. Fuck hyung with it."
"Yeah? Can I touch your dick hyung? You're so pretty. Prettiest hyung."
"I'm telling Jin-hyung you said that."
Namjoon chuckles and turns his head to nibble at the side of Yoongi's knee, pulling slowly on the dildo. Yoongi moans, feeling every ridge pop out of him as he clenches down on the toy. At first Yoongi thinks Namjoon is going to push it back in but he pops it all the way out just to watch the way Yoongi's hole gapes for a few seconds before clenching on nothing. He pushes it back in, doesn't seem to breathe as Yoongi takes it, kicks his hips up to get more. Namjoon looks more affected than Yoongi feels and he’s the one getting fucked. Even in the dim light from the computer monitor Namjoon’s eyes are blown, all dark and focused, tongue peeking out between his teeth.
"You take it so well," Namjoon whispers, awed at the sight as he slowly fucks Yoongi with the dildo. He doesn't bother waiting to see if Yoongi actually gives him permission, rubbing his free hand into the slick between Yoongi's cheeks and behind his balls, using it to stroke his dick in time with his slow thrusts.
"I've got bigger," Yoongi gasps.
"Do you use them like this?"
"Ah, ah Joon-no, no they're too big. I can't sit on the base too long," Yoongi moans.
“How big are they?” Namjoon seems determined to grill him on his sexual history as if he hasn’t accidentally opened Yoongi’s ‘Dick Drawer’ while looking for a shirt he wanted to borrow. Maybe he just thought they were for show, not wanting to believe his smallest hyung is a size queen with a tentacle dick roughly as wide as a soda can.
Yoongi doesn’t answer, just smirks with all his teeth, back arching in the narrow space between their chairs.
“I wanna fuck you hyung, wanna fuck so bad,” Namjoon groans, pushing the dildo back in to the base, sharp and knocking the air out of Yoongi. He still laughs, breathy and content with getting fucked on well crafted silicone. The shipping costs had been insane and sending it through a couple different discrete carriers had been worth it in the end. A quick press of his heel against the growing tent in Namjoon’s sweats has him shaking, losing the rhythm of his hand on Yoongi’s dick.
“You do? Think you can be good for me?”
“Yeah, yeah the best. I can be good for hyung,” Namjoon is quick to promise, wide eyed and pouting. All the bite goes out of him the second Yoongi gets a little bossy and that’s something to test later. Because there’s definitely going to be a later. With a bed and a lot more foreplay.
“Make me come with my toy and I’ll let you fuck me. Can you go long enough to make me come again? Or is all this just for show?” Yoongi smiles to ease the sting of his words when he slides his foot up the length of Namjoon’s clothed dick, pressing down against it until Namjoon moans. It’s been a while since Yoongi’s fucked himself with something quite that big, he rarely has the time or energy, and it makes his mouth water. Another time with a bed and he was going to ride it until Namjoon cried, but for now he wants to get taken care of, wants to make Namjoon work for it.
“Yeah, I can. I can do that, for sure,” Namjoon says, getting his hands back in rhythm. One stroking Yoongi’s dick, the other moving the dildo in and out, giving it a quick turn on the way out then snapping it back in.
“Like that, fuck hyung hard, come on baby.”
Namjoon groans, taking both hands off Yoongi to grab his slim hips and pull him closer, half in Namjoon’s lap and half in his own chair, part of his back floating in the open space between the chairs. Before he can go into freefall his hands fly up to hold onto the back of his chair to keep himself grounded to something as Namjoon fucks him harder with the toy. It isn’t comfortable, his legs are folded up towards his chest, one ankle hooked around Namjoon’s neck, but Namjoon makes good on his promise. Between the dildo getting fucked into him at just the right angle and how fast his other hand is fisting over Yoongi’s dick it’s enough. He’s been on edge for hours and he shivers, moaning and just holding on as Namjoon pushes the dildo in at just the right angle to have him coming over his shirt. Once he starts clenching down on the toy Namjoon pulls it out, letting it drop with a wet slap to the floor and shoves three fingers into Yoongi’s gaping hole instead. Yoongi’s still riding the aftershocks when Namjoon finds his prostate, a shout shocked out of him, hips jumping up.
“Get in me Joon-ah, make me come again. Show me you know how to use that dick,” he pants, tugging at him with the ankle over his shoulder.
“You’re so pretty when you come hyung, you sound so good,” Namjoon whines, fighting to get his dick out of his sweats in the tight space between them.
“Shut up, this is ridiculous,” Yoongi laughs, still trying to catch his breath. It’s pretty dumb, trying to fuck in two desk chairs, both of them too desperate for it. Namjoon is practically gagging to get his dick wet, it’s cute.
Yoongi pushes away from him, letting his chair roll back and slipping down with the blanket to the floor. Namjoon is still sitting in his chair, hands on his waistband, while he watches Yoongi toss his shirt off, laying spread out on the floor naked and open for him. He hadn’t always been too confident with his looks, especially standing next to the rest of them filling in and bulking up while he’d come back softer from his shoulder surgery. But he’s worked on it between physio, got back to the lean muscle he liked, healthier than when he used to forget to eat and was all knobby joints and ribs.
“Yoongi,” Namjoon breathes it, like a secret, a prayer, and Yoongi hooks a foot around his chair to roll him backwards, stretching out to get looked at. He’s pink all over, all his joints and down his chest flushed, black hair fanned out over his forehead.
Being prompted with another kick to his chair gets Namjoon moving, lunging out of the chair to get down to the floor with Yoongi faster. It crashes back into the desk and he stumbles, coming down too quickly and nearly planting a knee into Yoongi's thigh before he corrects. Shooting back to catch his balance nearly has him braining himself against Yoongi's desk and he just sits, giving himself a minute. Yoongi can't stop the laugh that bubbles up out of his chest, shaking his shoulders and warming him like fresh summer heat. Sticky and a little gooey, but soft around the edges. He loves Namjoon so much.
"Don't laugh at me hyung," Namjoon pouts, getting back up on his knees to crawl over Yoongi. "Can I kiss you again?"
"You're cute Namjoon-ah," Yoongi grins, still huffing out a quiet laugh. He doesn't stop Namjoon when he leans down to kiss him, quick and softer than he expected.
"Where um, where's your lube?" Namjoon asks, sitting back up on his knees. He's already working his sweats and boxers down his hips, dick bobbing up when the waistband slips over it.
"Backpack," Yoongi mumbles, spreading his legs open to give Namjoon some incentive to move faster. Any other time Yoongi would want Namjoon's dick in his throat, but they're too far now and he does want to get fucked to a second orgasm before he loses the mood. He's seen him soft, knew Namjoon was big, but seeing him hard is another experience. He looks good even when he's rummaging on the floor in Yoongi's backpack for lube for a rushed fuck in the studio.
"Take off your shirt," Yoongi says, stretching himself out again until his back arches, catlike, working his angles.
"Wanna see me hyung?"
"Want to walk out of here without you looking soaked."
"Oh? Think we're gonna get sweaty?" Namjoon grins at him, eyes crinkling as he comes back with the bottle. He still slips off his hoodie and shirt.
"If you don't work one up fucking me then you're doing it wrong."
"Like it rough Yoongi-hyung?"
"Let's see if you can fuck me hard enough to find out now that you've taken the edge off."
"Hyung is so mean."
Yoongi gets up on his elbows, rubbing an ankle against Namjoon's flank. "I can stop if you don't like it."
"No, it's cool. You're hot when you're assertive. I like it when you get all in charge or whatever," Namjoon shrugs, clicking open the lube to slick his dick, jerking himself slowly and breathing hard through his nose.
"Oh baby, so cute."
"When you start rapping for your solo stuff I wanna put your dick in my mouth. It's inconvenient. Can I put it in?" Namjoon still smiles at him, shirtless and getting settled between Yoongi's spread legs.
"Yeah, come on, show me what you got."
They shift a little, Namjoon folding him to get a good angle. Knees nearly to his shoulders wasn't what he'd expected from a first time fuck with Namjoon of all people, Yoongi always figured Namjoon would be a face down ass up type of guy, but he isn't complaining. Especially not when Namjoon slips the blunt head of his dick up against his hole, smearing lube around before starting to press in. Despite how Yoongi wants it Namjoon is still slow, letting Yoongi really feel every bit of him as he pushes in, stopping when his hips press tight to Yoongi's ass. He's big in every way and it feels like he's up in Yoongi's chest, reorganizing his guts.
"Do you like it?" Namjoon asks, looking wrecked, bottom lip gone pale with how his teeth are clenched into it.
"Fuck you're big," Yoongi groans, reaching between his own legs to feel how he's stretched to fit. The brush of his fingertips make Namjoon whine, hips grinding up against him. "Oh? Are you close already?"
"You're tight hyung. Been dreaming about fucking you for years."
"Then do it. Fuck hyung. You promised you'd be good, yeah? Be good, make your hyung come on this big dick." Yoongi goads him, smiling when Namjoon nods so hard his glasses nearly fly off.
Yoongi does him the favor of taking them off to sit Yoongi's chair with his shirt and jacket.
Namjoon leans in to bite at Yoongi's collarbone despite how Yoongi complains, just to see his own teeth prints, before pulling back to plant his knees and get a proper grip on Yoongi's soft hips. There's no gentle buildup, none of their usual awkward barely able to hold hands. It's like years of pent up sexual frustration and pining have finally snapped something in Kim Namjoon and he starts a pace that has Yoongi seeing stars. Every sharp thrust is deep, rides up against his sweet spots, the dial turned up to eleven. Yoongi has to reach out, hold onto the back of Namjoon's knees to keep from getting slid across the floor with the force of it, both of them holding tight to anchor themselves together.
Even getting fucked Yoongi can't seem to hold eye contact for long, darting between the clench of Namjoon's jaw, the jump of his pecs, and how his abs keep flexing with each swivel of his hips. Namjoon is a vision and it's a crime that Yoongi can't get close enough to suck bruises down his body. Namjoon shifts again, pausing to lift Yoongi’s hips up off the floor, pale legs unfolded to hook over his shoulders as he picks his rhythm back up. Yoongi cries out, reedy and wavering, heels slipping over Namjoon’s sweaty back.
“Fuck, could you fuck me standing?” Yoongi manages to spit the words out between breathy moans. The same tone he uses in raps, pitch wavering and playful, and it gets a weak groan from Namjoon.
“Probably? Would you let me?” Namjoon sounds so earnest even when he’s fucking Yoongi so hard his shoulders are getting dragged across the floor, blanket beneath him dragging across the carpet.
“Yeah, yeah whenever you want - fuck right there Joon.”
“Am I doing good? You like it?” It should be illegal for Namjoon to sound unsure about how well he slings dick when Yoongi is actively getting put through the fucking floor, his cock already hard again and leaking. His ass was going to feel Namjoon for a week, his legs were going to be jello the whole drive back to the dorm.
“Doing great baby,” Yoongi laughs, arching his back.
Calling him baby gets Namjoon thrusting deeper, grinding their hips together, fingertips digging into the soft muscle of his hips. There’s sweat beading down Namjoon’s shoulders, slicking the back of Yoongi’s knees, slipping down the slope of his back as he bends further over Yoongi. So he does it again, keeps calling Namjoon a good baby, his baby, mindless and mixed into the moans he can’t keep from slipping past his lips like music. They fall into time, they always do, always moving to the same beat, synched up to the heartbeat.
Namjoon moves them again, presses down close to Yoongi to kiss him, hips too close to keep the punishing pace, just slow and deep circles of Namjoon’s hips.
“I’m close hyung,” Namjoon says, shivering under Yoongi’s hands digging into his back. Yoongi slips one hand up into his hair, fisting the blonde hair at the nape of Namjoon’s neck. It’s softer than he expected, the time spent letting it go natural for a while helping to repair the damage a few too many bleachings had started to do.
“Make me come Namjoon-ah, make me come and then you can.”
A nod, small and forcing Yoongi to pull at his hair. Namjoon keeps close, keeps his mouth pressing hot against Yoongi’s sternum, his chest, his jaw, tongue licking at the soft spot behind his ear, teeth catching on Yoongi’s earrings as his hips keep rocking forward. Hard and sharp, like a machine, like he was made for it, shifting his hips just enough to drive his dick up and against Yoongi’s prostate on every thrust. Once Yoongi starts hiccuping high little wounded noises, all the words and edging gone out of him, Namjoon doubles his efforts. It doesn’t take long to get Yoongi balancing on the highwire of another orgasm, desperate to try and hold off. He doesn’t expect Namjoon to slip a hand into the tight wet heat between them, stroking Yoongi’s leaking dick in time with his hips.
Yoongi tightens out like a drawstring, head snapping back to show the long line of his throat, toes curling as he comes. Every muscle in his body shakes, hole tightening around Namjoon.
“Hyung-” Namjoon gasps, pleading, “hyung please.”
“Not inside, don’t come inside,” Yoongi pants, head still thrown back, his hand a vice at the back of Namjoon’s neck.
It seems to pain him, a little hurt noise bubbling out of Namjoon’s throat as his hips stutter before he slips out of Yoongi’s still clenching hole. Come splatters against Yoongi’s belly almost instantly, adding to the mess as Namjoon presses their foreheads together. He tenses when he comes, going still and trembling under Yoongi’s hands as he loosens up his grip, smoothing over his sweaty back.
“Yoongi-”
“That’s it, that’s it, I’ve got you,” Yoongi hushes, kissing at the side of Namjoon’s face. He sounds too raw, too burst open for Yoongi to really handle while he’s still coming down off a second orgasm. “Hyung has you.”
Namjoon just hums, body eventually loosening again, hands letting go of their iron grip around Yoongi’s waist to drag along the smooth skin of his thighs. He gets gently unfolded and laid out before Namjoon flops over beside him, their legs still tangled while they try and catch their breath, hearts still racings. Yoongi reaches out, presses his palm flat to Namjoon’s chest to feel how quick his heart is beating. Namjoon mirrors him, gentle, almost tentative despite how forward he’d been to start all this. They come back down to earth together, Yoongi pulling away first to sit up, looking for where his towel had slipped off to.
“You good?” Yoongi asks, turning to smile down at Namjoon. He still looks starry eyed, tired, but he smiles and curls a hand around Yoongi’s thigh still strapped between his, looking paler than usual next to all Namjoon’s golden skin. Namjoon's sweats and underwear are still stuck around his ankles and his hair is a mess but Yoongi still thinks he looks gorgeous.
“Great. Was I good enough for a repeat performance?”
“I think we can arrange it. Help me clean up?”
“Dunno hyung, pretty tired after rocking your world.”
“So cocky now that you aren’t balls deep. Weren’t you about to cry?”
“Oh now I’m definitely not cleaning,” Namjoon snorts.
“Ya! This is your mess too! Such a rude boy, fucking his hyung and not cleaning up after. Maybe you don’t deserve to fuck this ass again,” Yoongi pouts while he tells him off, shoving him to get the towel out from under Namjoon’s hip. Namjoon just laughs, his big barky laugh that makes his eyes close with the force of it, while sitting up to pull his pants back up. At least he grabs the wet wipes from the desk to actually clean the come and lube off Yoongi’s belly and ass while Yoongi towels off Namjoon’s sweat.
“Love you hyung,” Namjoon whispers, leaning back in to kiss him. It’s gentle, slow, Yoongi tilting his head to press their lips firmly together until both of them are smiling too wide to keep it up.
“Love you too Namjoon-ah.” The smile Namjoon gives him is kind of blinding and worth how it makes his chest tighten up uncomfortably like it does every time he says it. “Now get up, I gotta put on my pants.”
Namjoon ends up sitting in Yoongi’s chair, watching him finish cleaning up and standing on shaky legs, wobbling like a newborn deer as he struggles to pull his jeans back on. He doesn’t miss how Namjoon’s eyelids dip when Yoongi has to hop to get his jeans up over his ass because of course he wore his tight pair. It made him look less suspicious, like maybe he had a date if he looked too fucked out when he got back to the dorm, but Namjoon doesn’t seem to complain. Yoongi sits sideways on Namjoon’s knees after tucking himself carefully in and zipping up his jeans, reaching behind Namjoon to get his pullover. The shirt was a lost cause, shoved to the bottom of his backpack with the towel wrapped dildo and his lube.
“Can I really take you on dates now?” Namjoon asks, wrapping one arm around Yoongi’s waist, the other holding his knees to keep him stable as Yoongi sits sideways.
“Yeah, we can go on dates now. Just ask permission to kiss me, yeah?” Yoongi says with a gentle smile, looking more fond than he intends. Namjoon nods, always obedient for his hyungs, especially for Yoongi.
“So how often do you do this anyway?”
“Fucking my dongsaengs? Never, why?” Yoongi laughs when Namjoon scowls at him, squeezing him tighter. “Not too often, just when I’m writing something sexy or hard hitting, you know? I don’t always have the time to be alone in the studio these days.”
“Maybe next time you can call me? I can help.”
“Wanna stand in for my dildo?”
“I just think it’d be fun,” Namjoon shrugs, leaning in to kiss the hinge of Yoongi’s jaw. Yoongi doesn’t give him an answer, shrugging instead to show he’s thinking about it. He lets them sit together, Namjoon mouthing at the ball of his shoulder joint, gentle little messy kisses that he gives his bad shoulder while Yoongi searches for a takeout place they can pick up dinner from on the way home. It’s a nice thought, using Namjoon for his rare cockwarming nights instead of a dildo. Could be fun, he’d have to think about it. Nothing really changes between them, they were already close, now they just kiss in private, mostly because Yoongi gets too embarrassed to do it infront of the others. They don’t hide what they’re doing, they go on dates, they sleep curled up together when Namjoon is content enough to share his personal sleeping space, but they also don’t really tell anyone.
A couple months later Hoseok refuses to ask questions when Yoongi stumbles into his bedroom at two in the morning, tossing him a usb with the lyrics and music track for Cypher Five before immediately getting dragged out by an embarrassed looking Namjoon. Hoseok doesn’t ask questions but he does quietly pass Jimin several bills at breakfast, Yoongi smirking the whole time.
No one mentions how Namjoon keeps one hand firmly wrapped around Yoongi’s inner thigh.