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“You coming to Hope’s tonight?” Jimin lounges on Taehyung’s bed in their shared dorm room, his own bed looking practically immaculate compared to Taehyung’s mess of blankets and pillows. Laying back on the bed, Jimin flips through a magazine, not really caring about what he’s reading, his eyes just flitting over the cliché celebrity bullshit with disinterest.
“Can’t, it’s Friday, got the show tonight,” Taehyung emerges from the bathroom, pulling a black sweater over his head quickly, a little bit of static making his hair stand up. After pulling his shirt on, he shakes his hair out roughly, letting the fluffy black locks lay how they want. The sweater is riddled with holes, some of Taehyung’s own making and some from just the wear and tear of owning an article of clothing too long. Taehyung doesn’t mind it, not one to care about his clothes getting tattered, same way he doesn’t care about his hair being so long that his bangs fall over his eyes. Golden skin peeks through the ripped fabric and the neckline shows off his collar bones.
“Ah, right,” Jimin throws the magazine to the side and props himself up with his elbows, his dark hair falling over one eye before he pushes it back, his rings almost matching the silver highlights in his hair, “I forgot you have to go argue with Min Yoongi over music all night, when the whole time you really just want to bone him.” Jimin grins, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. As Taehyung rolls his eyes at the bold statement, the door to their room opens and Jungkook steps through, his boots heavy on the wooden floor as he walks.
“Jesus, that’s not-”
“Are you really going to try and say you don’t want to bone him? It’s literally so obvious.” Jimin rolls his eyes as Jungkook kisses him on the cheek in greeting and sits on the bed next to him.
Jungkook and Jimin, visually, are a contrast to say the least. Jimin is petite, everything about his body and features looks so angelic, poised. The white long-sleeve tucked neatly into his green and black plaid trousers only completes his clean look. Jungkook, next to him, looks so dark compared to his other half, dressed in all black, besides the chains on his pants that clank against the bedframe when he shifts on the bed. Tattoos cover his arms from the shoulder all the way down to his knuckles and his inky black hair is shaved close on the sides and styled into a messy faux hawk on the top. Somehow, though they look like the epitome of light and dark, somehow they look perfect together.
“Who does Tae not want to bone? Yoongi?”
Taehyung glares at the youngest of their trio, while Jimin lays back against the pillows with a triumphant smile.
“Whatever, I hate both of you assholes,” Taehyung grabs his leather jacket off the floor and shakes it out a bit aggressively, “I’ll see you later.”
“Have fun thinking about banging Yoongi all night!” Jimin calls as Taehyung starts to shut the door behind him and falls into a fit of laughter when Taehyung shoots him the middle finger on his way out.
To be fair, Jimin’s right, Taehyung absolutely wants to fuck Min Yoongi.
From the moment he had officially met the senior, Taehyung had felt an attraction.
At the beginning of the school year the professor, who would eventually oversee their show, brought them both to his office to break the news that both of them had individually asked for permission to rent the studio space for an on-campus radio show. Taehyung and Yoongi had been appalled, the latter grimacing at Taehyung’s ratty Dead Kennedys shirt, his chains and studs, his ripped plaid pants, stained on his knees where Jungkook had dropped him at a show during the summer, cause Taehyung was drunk and wanted a piggyback ride but Jungkook was also drunk and could barely stand let alone hold Taehyung on his back.
Taehyung had matched the expression on Yoongi’s face, but even as he pretended to be just as disgusted, he couldn’t help but feel the spark of attraction as he took in the other man. The oversized suit jacket covering Yoongi’s smaller frame and the striped shirt underneath, the beret with safety pins adorning the brim, blonde hair peeking out from underneath and the red eye makeup that started at the outer corner of his eyes and stretched into his hairline. Yoongi looked like a goddamn piece of art, and Taehyung couldn’t help but admire.
“You’re not getting the space.” Yoongi said matter-of-factly.
And well, yeah Min Yoongi was gorgeous, but Taehyung’s horniness had taken a backseat and his pride had taken over.
After proceeding to argue over who should get it, Yoongi stating that this was his last year and that Taehyung could have it next year when he was a senior and Taehyung snapping back that Yoongi already had plenty of time to start a show and couldn’t just use the senior card to get what he wanted, and after a very heated discussion (Taehyung yelling loudly in the professor’s office about the unfairness of ageism and Yoongi glaring at him throughout his idiotic rant so hard as if he could make Taehyung explode if he glared hard enough) the professor had slammed his hand on the table and cut off the argument, both boys sitting up straighter in their chairs.
“How about you two do the show together?”
Yoongi and Taehyung had both opened their mouths, ready to argue again before the professor held up a hand.
“You either do the show together, or neither of you gets the space and I give it to Kim Namjoon for his show about botany instead.”
That’s how they ended up here, with Taehyung entering the small classroom turned studio and dropping two greasy burgers on the tabletop and Yoongi setting up the microphones while muttering out a “You’re late.”
Taehyung takes in the senior’s appearance quickly, taking advantage of the fact that Yoongi’s busy with setting up for their show. Gone was Yoongi’s blonde hair from the start of the school year, he’d gone through a few hair colors in the two months that they’d spent every Friday night together and last week he had shown up with a coppery orange color that looked absolutely divine on him. Today his hair is slightly wet, possibly from a shower before he came to the classroom-made-studio and it’s pushed back, exposing his forehead. Taehyung’s eyes trail over the black turtleneck, the black cardigan thrown over it, all the way down to the black and white striped pants and he lets himself imagine what it would be like to slip all that fabric off of Yoongi’s milky white skin.
Get ahold of yourself man, Taehyung shakes himself and continues on like he wasn’t just imagining Yoongi underneath him, Taehyung’s tan hands exploring his body.
“Thanks for the dinner, Taehyung,” Taehyung mocks plopping in his chair and unwrapping one of the burgers and proceeds to take a huge bite out of it. “Of course, no problem Yoongs.” Taehyung mumbles around the food in his mouth and grins when Yoongi sits down in his own chair next to him and throws a flat look his way.
“One, I told you to stop calling me Yoongs. Two, thank you for the burger.” Yoongi unwraps the burger from the paper a lot more delicately than Taehyung and then narrows his eyes the other man, “Three, you’re late.”
“Oh my god, I get it,” Taehyung rolls his eyes and throws his feet up hitting the soundboard slightly, to which he receives a dark look from Yoongi. A silent warning that Taehyung raises his hands in surrender at.
It had been two months since they started the show together and in those two months they had grown civil towards each other. They rotated choosing the music throughout the show, they both allowed each other a block of time during the show for music recommendations or whatever they wanted to talk about, and sometimes Taehyung would make a joke and he could swear he could see Yoongi’s lips twitch, like the smile was trying to appear even though he knows Yoongi would rather die than laugh at one of his jokes.
“You should invest in a watch,” Yoongi licks the ketchup that got on his index finger and heat flares in Taehyung’s gut at the action and when Yoongi pins him with a mocking look, the heat only burns hotter, “Oh wait, or are you too cool for that?”
Taehyung scoffs in answer and throws his wrapper towards the trashcan in the corner and misses it entirely but makes no move to get up.
“Whatever, can we start the show or what?” Taehyung props his arms behind his head and leans back his sweater riding up a little showing more skin than the holes and Yoongi’s eyes flit down to the strip of golden skin before looking away, putting on his headphones quickly.
“Yeah,” Yoongi grunts and then turns back in Taehyung’s direction with an icy smile, “However, could you maybe refrain from playing something with nothing but erratic guitars and mindless lyrics for once?”
It had been two months and no matter how civil they had become, this is what they did best and what made their show a hit within the first few weeks. Yoongi and Taehyung knew how to argue, and listeners loved to listen to them debate (bicker) every Friday night, wondering who was going to get the last word at the end of each show.
No really, there was a running tally on the campus bulletin board. Right now, Yoongi was ahead by two. Jungkook would point it out with a shit-eating grin every time they’d pass it on the way to grab lunch.
Taehyung pretends to mull it over while he pulls on his own headphones before looking at Yoongi with a smirk of his own.
“Yeah sure, I will. When you quit playing shitty synth pop that should’ve died in the 80’s.”
Yoong’s eyes flare up with anger and his mouth opens to no doubt unleash that anger on Taehyung. Before he can tear into him, Taehyung presses the button that instantly puts them on air, the sign lighting up above them, forcing Yoongi to snap his mouth shut and settle on glaring at Taehyung’s bright smile.
“Hello to all you melomaniacs out there! Whether you’re here to listen to brilliant music and our even more brilliant opinions on said music or…just here to take a shot every time Yoongi calls me a dumbass,” Taehyung winks at his co-host, the latter simply rolling his eyes lazily and turning towards his mic, pulling his black cardigan closer around his body, “Whatever the reason, we’re glad you joined us on yet another fine Friday night. Now enough with the chit-chat, let’s get into it!”
“We’re going to ease into tonight’s show with a song I’ve had on repeat this week, Yoongi you’ll really love this one,” Taehyung grins over at the other boy, wanting to see the glint of humor that enters Yoongi’s eyes even if he does his absolute best to give Taehyung a flat look.
“Oh, I’m sure I won’t,” Yoongi says easily into his mic, his voice deep and gravelly. Taehyung shivers slightly, wondering what it’d be like to hear Yoongi moan underneath him, his voice even raspier from being wrecked.
Taehyung shakes himself out of his fantasies and mentally curses Jimin.
He knows it’s not Jimin’s fault at all, but it’s better in these situations to just blame his friend. Actually, most situations it’s better just to lay the blame on Jimin.
“Well on that note, get your shot glasses ready and your ears open cause we’ve got a couple hours to kill and as usual Yoongi might try to kill me as well,” Taehyung laughs at his own joke, and gets the queue ready with his first song of the night, “Anyway, here’s Mickey Mouse Is Dead by Subhumans.”
“Jesus you’ve got to be kidding me,” Yoongi groans as Taehyung presses play.
“You cannot even begin to compare Echo and the Bunnymen to the Ramones!” Yoongi looks like he’s seconds from jumping out of his chair, well seconds away from strangling Taehyung with his bare hands that are now fisted tightly in his lap, but instead stays close to his mic so the listeners can hear him. “Are you kidding me right now? Please tell me you’re fucking joking.”
“Listen, the Ramones transcend generations, and they literally were the foundation for punk rock, which punk rock was the foundation for new wave,” Taehyung leans back with a cocky smirk, “Face it, sweetheart, you wouldn’t even have Echo if it weren’t for the Ramones.”
It was about an hour and a half into the show and Taehyung and Yoongi had been going at it for about thirty minutes now. Tonight, it had started when Yoongi had played The Killing Moon, and when the song finished Taehyung had stated that he’d rather “listen to the Ramones over this garbage” and had been about to press the button to play I Wanna Be Sedated when Yoongi had smacked his hand away and instead started to argue that Echo and the Bunnymen were a better band musically.
At one point Taehyung had interrupted Yoongi by playing a Screeching Weasel song, the lyrics repeating the same “shut the hell up” over and over again for thirty seconds. It had made Yoongi lose his train of thought, only able to open and close his mouth like a fish as he listened to the song, and Taehyung had lost it at the other boy’s expression, which only made Yoongi angrier, his cheeks flushing with frustration.
“Okay fine, sure they pioneered punk rock, I can admit that hell, anyone with knowledge of music can admit that,” Yoongi waves his hands around he talks, almost as if he’s swatting away Taehyung’s argument, “However, that doesn’t mean they are better, musically, than Echo and the Bunnymen.”
Taehyung bats his response around in his head, knowing that this is his moment to get the reaction out of Yoongi that he waits for every Friday night.
What nobody knows, not their listeners, not any of Taehyung’s friends, not even Jimin, and especially not Yoongi, is that Taehyung doesn’t really like to argue with Yoongi. Sure, two months ago, Taehyung hated the guy, was ready to fight him any chance he got, but the more they were around each other, the more Friday nights they spent together, Taehyung didn’t really argue with Yoongi out of anger anymore.
Besides the fun of getting to debate music with someone equally passionate about it, what Taehyung really likes about their arguments, more specifically when Yoongi launches into a rant, is getting to see the passion that enters Yoongi’s eyes when he’s talking about music and the bands that he loves. Yoongi’s eyes, normally so devoid of any real care about his surroundings, like he’s bored with the world around him, those same eyes light up when he lectures Taehyung about anything to do with music. Yoongi’s passion for music makes his inky black irises practically sparkle in the dim lighting of the studio and Taehyung wonders what it’d be like to be the source of a passion so fiery. To be the cause of that heated gaze.
“Face it,” Taehyung leans back further in his chair and picks up the Icee he’d brought along with the burgers earlier, not really caring if the mic picks him up, even though he knows it will, his next words are only to get Yoongi riled up, “Echo and the Bunnymen are shit and their lyrics are simple and boring. Their music is so so, a little too dull for my liking.” Taehyung takes a big slurp of his ice, hiding his smirk around the straw as Yoongi gapes at him.
“Simple and boring? You’re either a dumbass-”
“Alright that’s a fourth shot now, hope you guys will be able to stand by the end of the show,” Taehyung laughs into his mic but Yoongi continues on like he hadn’t spoke at all.
“Or you’re deaf! The greatest thing the Ramones could come up with is hey ho let’s go.” Yoongi gives him a deadpan look and proceeds to tap the screen of his phone making it light up and scrolls straight for the search bar at the top of the screen. “Here I’ll prove that the Ramones have nothing on Echo and the Bunnymen lyrically.”
“For all our listeners out there, Yoongi is about to once again read me the lyrics of a band’s entire discography, so if I were you, I’d get comfortable.” Taehyung says smoothly and he himself gets comfy, admiring the way Yoongi’s sharp eyes search for the song he wants to prove his point with.
“Here, this one,” Yoongi launches into the lyrics of a song unfamiliar to Taehyung, leaning into the mic so everyone besides Taehyung can hear as well.
Taehyung doesn’t pay one bit of attention to the lyrics that are being read to him, instead he gets lost in taking in the other boy in front of him. The way his hair has dried into waves and is now tousled from Yoongi’s hands running through it so many times in frustration. Taehyung’s eye roam over Yoongi’s flushed cheeks, the way he pauses to wet his lips with his tongue while he reads, making his full pink lips glisten even in the shitty lighting of their studio. Taehyung loses himself in thoughts of kissing those lips, biting them slightly, wondering what kind of sounds he could pull from the other boy.
“Are you even listening?” Yoongi’s angry voice pulls him out of his thoughts and takes in the way that Taehyung is looking at him, the lust that has no doubt entered Taehyung’s eyes. Taehyung watches as Yoongi gulps, the flush from his cheeks spreading down to his neck and underneath that black turtleneck and Taehyung suddenly feels hot, like the room is too small, like there’s not enough space between them. Yoongi clears his throat and turns back towards his mic jerkily and fiddles with some controls on the soundboard, fingers shaking slightly and Taehyung watches every movement.
Normally Yoongi wouldn’t have even noticed Taehyung’s eyes watching him, but for some reason it seemed as if they were both hyper aware of each other tonight.
“Point blank,” Yoongi finishes his rant, some of the heat gone now as he avoids Taehyung’s entire being, and continues on in slightly shaky voice, “Echo and the Bunnymen would mop the floor with the Ramones and we will now listen one of my favorites, their self-titled album from 1987, yes the whole album, enjoy.” Yoongi hits the play button and a melancholy pop melody begins to play as the album starts.
“You can play their whole discography, won’t make a difference.” They both turn off their mics so the listeners can’t hear either of them while the music plays and Taehyung takes off his headphones, letting the music play on while he locks eyes with Yoongi. Yoongi sighs, taking off his headphones as well and leans back in his chair, dragging a hand over his face.
“Why are you so difficult? Why do like to rile me up? I swear,” Yoongi whispers the last part and a mischievous grin takes over Taehyung’s face.
“Cause you make it so easy,” Taehyung shrugs and Yoongi shoots him a glare, but tonight the glare doesn’t hold as much anger as it normally does.
This is the part of the night, two hours in, almost an hour and a half left to go before they part ways again, that their argument dies off, Yoongi normally telling Taehyung to shut up and Taehyung responding with some equally as childish comeback.
“Shut up,” Yoongi murmurs like clockwork, looking away and toying with the wire of his headphones.
“Make me,” Taehyung’s eyes dance with humor and he watches as Yoongi’s fingers freeze their movements and prepares for Yoongi to chuck something at him before they go back to co-hosting the rest of the show and moving on again from whatever crackles between them.
This was their routine, it was the same every Friday night.
That’s why Taehyung draws in a surprised breath when Yoongi looks up at him, his eyes resolute and determined and then gets up from his chair taking the two strides it takes to get over to Taehyung and leans into the younger’s space, capturing his lips in a kiss that sends tingles from Taehyung’s head all the way down to his feet. The kiss is slow, and Yoongi’s lips are soft as they slide against Taehyung’s, biting softly on his bottom lip before the younger pulls away quickly.
“What are you doing?” Taehyung breathes out, his eyes blown wide as he looks up at Yoongi with confusion, hands hovering by Yoongi’s hips.
“Shutting you up,” Yoongi’s voice is a whisper, his breath fanning over Taehyung’s cheeks from how close he is and his gaze is sinful, low-lidded eyes dropping from Taehyung’s shocked gaze back down to his lips and Taehyung’s cock twitches just from the way Yoongi looks at him with nothing but pure desire.
Yoongi climbs onto Taehyung’s lap, positioning himself over Taehyung’s hardening cock, and when Yoongi is fully seated and their clothed cocks brush against each other, Taehyung let’s out a deep moan, throwing his head back at the feeling. He thinks he hears Yoongi let out a small moan as well but he wouldn’t know, his head is too fuzzy with lust to really hear anything.
Yoongi let’s out a soft sigh and pulls Taehyung up by his sweater, hand fisted in the black material and dives back in for another kiss, this time pushing Taehyung’s lips open with his tongue and Taehyung swears he forgets how to breathe. Taehyung’s hands grab onto Yoongi’s hips, trying to ground himself to something because he feels like he might float away as Yoongi lets his tongue trace Taehyung’s lip ring before deepening their kisses.
Taehyung always wondered what it would be like to taste Yoongi’s lips, and as they make out he thinks Yoongi tastes sweet, sugary sweet. Taehyung remembers all his Halloweens as a kid, how he’d eat all his candy at the end of the night when he was told not to and he’d get the most intense sugar rushes. For hours he’d feel like his head was floating, like his entire body was just pumping with energy from all of that sugar running his small little body.
Kissing Yoongi feels a lot like that, Taehyung thinks.
Their kisses are lazy, but way Yoongi pulls Taehyung closer by the fabric tightly wound in his hand, like he can’t get close enough and the way Yoongi grinds down onto Taehyung’s lap, trying to get some friction, it just makes the little bubble around them that much hotter, makes the way Yoongi licks into Taehyung’s mouth that much more intense.
“Want you,” Yoongi breathes in-between kisses when they have to come up for air, “Want you so bad.” Yoongi whines and if Taehyung’s cock wasn’t hard enough, the way Yoongi whines before sucking a mark onto Taehyung’s neck, that sure does the job.
“Fuck,” Taehyung groans, hand coming up to grip the hair at the back of Yoongi’s head, pulling Yoongi back to take in his flushed skin and wet lips, red and swollen from all the kissing. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long.” Taehyung pulls Yoongi in for another kiss and takes charge this time, his shock of the situation wearing off a bit.
Yoongi moans into the kiss, and Taehyung feels a hand trail down his chest and lower down to play with the button of his pants lazily.
Yoongi pulls back, Taehyung’s hand still firm on the back his head, and he looks down at Taehyung with a devilish smile.
“Then fuck me.”
Taehyung’s shock at the words he never thought Yoongi would ever, like ever, say to him last for only a second before Taehyung groans out a strained fuck and then picks Yoongi up, hands gripping his hips tight, and pushes out of his chair so he can lay Yoongi down on the carpeted floor beneath them.
With slow hands, Taehyung pushes the fabric of Yoongi’s top up, revealing his tone chest, milky white skin, and pink nipples just a little darker than his skin. Taehyung takes in the sight of Yoongi below him, legs spread out on either side of Taehyung, his eyes dark with lust and his face flushed from their make out.
Taehyung’s not sure if he’s dreaming, maybe he never woke up this morning and all of this has been one of those weird dreams that feel exactly like real life, but he doesn’t really care, he’s not going to question it.
“Are you gonna stare at me all night or are you gonna fuck me?” Yoongi reaches up and tugs on the front of Taehyung’s pants with a quirked eyebrow, bringing Taehyung back to reality.
Taehyung leans down, peppering Yoongi’s stomach with kisses and continues moving up to his chest and proceeds to take one his nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently, letting his tongue play with the bud, while he listens to Yoongi’s breath hitch and a small whine leave his parted lips.
After teasing both of Yoongi’s nipples, making Yoongi start to pant with sensitivity, Taehyung brings his lips to Yoongi’s ear and grins around the words he whispers.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you Yoongi,” Taehyung trails his fingers up Yoongi’s side, feeling the goosebumps that rise in their wake on Yoongi’s bare skin and his smile grows, “I’m going to fuck you so good, that you won’t be able to stop thinking about me all week.”
“Confident are we?” Yoongi tries to mock him but chokes on the words when Taehyung lets his hand trail down to undo the button on Yoongi’s pants, hand diving in to grip Yoongi’s cock, already so hard, and gives it a slow stroke. Yoongi’s hips buck upwards, wanting more and Taehyung laughs a little at how pliant the older is.
Taehyung gives him a few more teasing strokes before pulling away and Yoongi whines not wanting him to stop. Taehyung pulls Yoongi’s pants and underwear off and throws them to the side, not caring where they land, his eyes stuck to Yoongi’s body. Yoongi’s cock, free from the confines of his clothing, stands erect against his stomach, long and thick and dripping wet, so needy and Taehyung wets his lips suddenly so dry at seeing how turned on Yoongi is. Yoongi’s cock throbs a little with the need of his release, the veins prominent and the head almost red from the blood rushing to it. Yoongi’s hips kick as Taehyung runs a finger from the base to the head so slowly.
“Now you,” Yoongi breathes out and tugs on Taehyung’s pants again, biting his bottom lip, “I want to feel you. I want you inside me.” And at this rate Taehyung is going to pass out before he even gets his clothes off cause Yoongi just looks and sounds downright sinful.
“Fuck o-okay,” Taehyung pulls off his sweater, almost getting it caught on one of his earrings with how fast he moves, but when he sees Yoongi’s eyes trailing from his chest and continuing downwards, appreciating the view in front of him, Taehyung can’t help but slow his movements.
What can he say? He loves to put on a show, and when Yoongi is looking at him with a gaze that’s so hungry, like he’s been waiting for this as long as Taehyung has, well Taehyung might just want to draw it out a bit.
Taehyung throws his sweater to the side, letting it land on Yoongi’s own clothing, piled together, and runs hand through his hair, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. Taehyung slowly brings his hands to his pants, and smirks when he hears Yoongi’s breath hitch, before slowly undoing the button, trying to drag out the process.
“Jesus could you move any slower,” Yoongi whines, pushing himself up on his elbows, and Taehyung’s smirk grows. Who knew that Yoongi, the same guy who cut you down with just one sentence was so whiny during sex?
“I mean, yeah I could,” Taehyung let’s his hand fall from the undone button of his pants, and Yoongi glares up at him.
“You’re infuriating,” Yoongi’s glare doesn’t hold any real contempt and he nudges Taehyung’s hip with his leg, urging him to get on with it.
“Yeah,” Taehyung caresses the inside of Yoongi’s thigh with a tan hand, admiring how it looks against Yoongi’s skin, “but you love it.”
And for once, Yoongi doesn’t have any snarky quip or insult to throw Taehyung’s way, only stays silent, watching Taehyung with a look that makes Taehyung’s stomach flutter.
“Whatever, I’ll do it myself,” Yoongi pushes up and reaches to unzip Taehyung’s pants before Taehyung grabs his wrist.
“Nuh-uh,” Taehyung pushes Yoongi back down, and proceeds to take off his pants, kicking them onto their pile and letting his own cock stand erect, not faring any better than Yoongi’s. Yoongi eyes drift down to it and he licks his lips as he takes in Taehyung’s thick cock, red with want and glistening with precum.
Taehyung reaches into one of the drawers of the table that their studio equipment sits on, bumping into his mic slightly, and pulls out a bottle of lube and a condom. He wiggles them at Yoongi with a smile and Yoongi rolls his eyes but can’t help the fond smile that lights up his face.
“I don’t even want to know why you have those in here.” Yoongi shakes his head slightly, making his hair fan across the floor.
“You really don’t.” Taehyung laughs, deep and loud, his eyes crinkling and missing the way Yoongi smiles softly up at him.
“Taehyung, I swear to god if you’ve done anything in this studio. Oh my god, you better not have had sex on the soundbo- oh- fuck!”
Yoongi’s words break off into tiny moans as Taehyung slips a coated finger into his hole. Taehyung pushes in and out until Yoongi’s stretched enough for two fingers and then pours some more lube before inserting another. Yoongi doesn’t speak, can’t speak, the only thing he can muster is little noises, small breathy whines that only make Taehyung stretch him further, wanting so badly to be inside him.
Once he’s got three fingers inside Yoongi, he pushes in deep and crooks his fingers just enough that he reaches Yoongi’s prostate, make the other boy moan loudly underneath him.
“Taehyung, please, want you inside me now,” Yoongi begs, pushing his hips down so his ass can take more of Taehyung’s fingers.
“You sure, sweetheart?” Taehyung crooks his fingers again and brings his other hand to stroke Yoongi’s neglected cock a couple times before Yoongi grips Taehyung’s arm, trying to stop him.
“S-stop,” Yoongi looks up at Taehyung with a glazed expression, “Please, want you to fuck me properly. Wanna come on your cock.”
“S-shit Yoongs you can’t just say things like that,” Taehyung groans, raking a hand down his face.
“Then shut up and get inside me and I won’t have to,” Yoongi grins and Taehyung forgets how to breathe for the second time tonight. He’s received glares and occasional mocking smirks from the senior, but he’s never seen him genuinely smile, nonetheless had it directed towards him and it makes Taehyung feel warm all over.
Taehyung rips the condom package with his teeth and after throwing the package to the side, rolls the condom over his cock and pours some lube on it, making his cock twitch slightly with eagerness. Taehyung gives himself a few pumps as Yoongi watches him in anticipation, bottom lip captured between his teeth. Taehyung watches Yoongi as he lines his cock up with Yoongi’s entrance, teasing his hole with the head of his cock, rubbing it back and forth.
“Tae please,” Yoongi huffs out and Taehyung doesn’t know if it’s the sudden nickname or the way Yoongi’s normally deep voice has risen slightly with his need for release, making him sound so delectable and soft, whatever it is makes his cock throb and heat coil in his abdomen and he finally pushes into Yoongi.
Taehyung pushes in slow and watches as Yoongi’s body swallows him perfectly, takes him without a problem. Yoongi clenches around Taehyung’s girth and Taehyung falls forward at the feeling, hands on either side of Yoongi’s trembling body.
Taehyung stays like that for a moment, trying not to lose himself in the feeling of Yoongi so tight around his cock. Yoongi’s fingers, trailing so lightly up and down Taehyung’s arms, make Taehyung’s body feel electric and after a few more seconds he finally begins to move.
Yoongi moans as Taehyung pushes into him deep and slow, and after gaining a rhythm starts to go faster, making little moans and breathy sounds tumble from Yoongi’s parted lips. He doesn’t speed up too much, not wanting this moment to end.
Taehyung has always done everything fast. He moves fast, he thinks too fast (which is why sometimes his words come out slow), he loves fast, his entire world is fast. Which is why he loves the music he does so much, the fast and erratic music keeping up with him, and he with it.
He thinks, as he looks down at Yoongi, eyes closed blissfully and so beautiful, that maybe for once, he’d like to slow down a bit.
“God, you feel so good,” Yoongi opens his eyes and Taehyung tries to wipe the dopey smile off his face quickly. Yoongi’s too far gone to even notice and brings his hands up to caress Taehyung’s chest as Taehyung continues to move inside him, languid thrusts so intense as he feels everything while he slides out and pushes back in.
Taehyung can feel his release coming no matter how slow he goes, and he can feel Yoongi clench harder around his cock and knows his release and not much further off. Taehyung starts to thrust into Yoongi faster, harder, making Yoongi keen as Taehyung hits his prostate with a new pace. Taehyung brings a hand up to Yoongi’s leaking cock, long fingers curling around it and begins to stroke him steadily, while Taehyung’s other hand intertwines with Yoongi’s and pushes their interlocked hands down to the floor.
“Tae, fuck,” Yoongi moans and rolls his hips down, trying to take up as much of Taehyung’s cock as he can, “Oh god, I’m gonna come.”
Taehyung leans down, capturing Yoongi’s lips with his own, the kiss wet and clumsy as Taehyung continues to move his hips, thrusting into Yoongi like he was made for it. Taehyung continues to stroke Yoongi, feels it when Yoongi’s body seizes up and he lets out whispered “Ah, ah, I’m-” and the rest of his sentence breaking off into a moan as he orgasms, spurting white all over Taehyung’s hand and even some on his own stomach. Taehyung continues to stroke him through his orgasm loving the way Yoongi’s body twitches with oversensitivity, while continuing to chase his own release.
Taehyung continues to thrust into Yoongi, eyes closing with the feeling of heat that rushes through him as his orgasm creeps up on him. Taehyung let’s his hand fall from Yoongi’s cock and searches for Yoongi’s other hand before he feels Yoongi find his searching hand and intertwines their fingers. Taehyung pushes their hands down on either side of Yoongi’s head and can feel the way Yoongi squirms as Taehyung’s stomach brushes Yoongi’s sensitive cock.
“Shit, fuck, I’m gonna come,” Taehyung groans when Yoongi clenches around Taehyung’s cock, sending him so close to the edge and making his head dizzy. His head hangs close to Yoongi’s face, the ends of his hair dripping with sweat and their noses brush once or twice as Taehyung slows his pace, drawing out the feeling of his approaching orgasm.
Yoongi leans up to kiss Taehyung’s lips once, just a peck and then inclines his mouth towards Taehyung’s neck, licking over the mark he made earlier. Taehyung feels Yoongi’s lips come up to his ear and the older’s warm breath tickles his ear as he says, “Come for me, Tae.”
The words send him over the edge and Taehyung presses into Yoongi one final time as his orgasm hits him, filling up the condom and his body shaking against Yoongi’s. Yoongi lets him ride out his orgasm, squeezing the hands connected to his, and peppering his face and neck with kisses. Taehyung noses the inside of Yoongi’s neck, not caring that he should probably pull out soon, feeling Yoongi’s steady pulse underneath him and enjoying the feeling of Yoongi’s lips on his skin. Taehyung notes that Yoongi smells citrusy even after sex, he smells sweet and fragrant.
As Yoongi kisses Taehyung sweaty skin, his eyes catch the clock on the wall and his eyes widen at the time.
“Taehyung,” Yoongi nudges him and only gets a grunt in return, “Taehyung the show, the album is probably almost done!”
“So?”
“So? Oh my god, get up dumbass!” Yoongi smacks his shoulder lightly and Taehyung grumbles, annoyed.
Taehyung pulls out slowly and Yoongi can’t help the little whine that tumbles out of his mouth at the sensation. While Taehyung discards the condom, making a mental reminder to take the trash out tonight so nobody finds the evidence of their little sexcapade, Yoongi hurries to put his clothes back on, almost mistakenly putting on Taehyung’s studded black jeans before throwing them Taehyung’s way.
Taehyung gets dressed at a slower pace, the whiplash of having Yoongi pliant and begging underneath him to having Yoongi throw his sweater at him while he snaps at him to “Hurry the fuck up!” really messing with his head.
Yoongi, fully dressed, his mussed hair and pink cheeks the only evidence of what they had done, sits in his chair and pulls his headphones on.
“Thank god, it’s on the last song.” Yoongi says, relief saturating his voice. Taehyung pulls his sweater on, fully dressed again and plops down in his chair, pulling his own headphones on as the song draws to an end. Taehyung eyes Yoongi, now coming down from the high of sex, he’s wondering where exactly this leaves them. They certainly couldn’t go back to bickering like normal and avoiding the tension that always crackled between them.
“Hey dumbass!” Yoongi snaps his fingers at Taehyung, making the latter sit up a little straighter, “Get your head out of your ass and get ready, we’ve got a show to finish!”
Or on second thought, maybe they could.
Yoongi huffs an aggravated breath and proceeds to go back to turning a few knobs on the soundboard and turning his mic back on.
“There you go, ladies and gents, one of the best albums to have graced my ears yet.” Yoongi smiles genuinely into his mic and Taehyung thinks, even if nothing changes between them, at least he still gets to see Yoongi talk about music and the smile that lights up his face when he does.
“-do you think?” Taehyung realizes belatedly that Yoongi is looking at him and has asked him a question.
Yoongi nods at him to turn on his mic and Taehyung does so with shaky hands.
“Sorry what?” Taehyung speaks into the microphone, looking between Yoongi’s aggravated gaze and the lights on the soundboard.
“I said, now that you’ve listened to them, what do you think?” Yoongi crosses his arms and arches a brow.
Taehyung ponders the question for a couple moments, before a smirk grows on his face, and yeah sure they can go back to normal if Yoongi wants that. Unfortunately, Taehyung just loves to rile the other up and now he pockets another way to do just that.
“You know what,” Taehyung swivels his chair and throws his feet up, grabbing his Icee that is practically strawberry syrup mixed with water at this point, and raises it almost like a cheers to Yoongi, “Now that I’ve had a taste, I think I’ll definitely want more.” Taehyung winks at Yoongi and sucks on his drink as Yoongi’s face turns bright red.
“W-well, t-there you go, I knew you’d agree with me eventually.” Yoongi stutters out and avoids Taehyung’s watching gaze, avoids his playful smirk and eyes filled with something that makes Yoongi’s insides twist in the best way possible.
Taehyung leans back in his chair, thumping his boot against the table as he taps it slowly and he watches as Yoongi continues the show, asking for people to call in with suggestions or opinions.
Taehyung watches as the flush on Yoongi’s cheeks doesn’t ever quite go away and he thinks that Friday nights just got a whole lot better than before.
