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Pain radiates off him, visible in the way he clings to himself, as if he were trying to hold himself together, audible in the way his breaths are punctuated by little stilted pitches. Curiosity makes Yoongi dispassionate, and makes him want to question why Kim Taehyung would show up at his doorstep on the verge of an emotional collapse. Curiosity makes him want to pick the younger boy apart, fascinated by the display of vulnerability that no one else has ever shown him before.
Reminding himself to be human, Yoongi pushes curiosity down and invites Taehyung inside.
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They don't talk. It's kind of a relief seeing as he's terrible at comforting anyway but Yoongi makes Taehyung tea and gives him the guest bed. While he showers, Yoongi picks out some clothes for him and leaves them in front of the door. When the younger boy struggles to thank him, he makes sure to recount every painstaking detail of all the trouble he'd gone through to get him pajamas.
It's sarcasm, of course. Taehyung lives next door.
But it lightens the mood.
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"Movie?" he asks. They'd just finished dinner and it was too early for bed. Yoongi lets Taehyung pick a random film and they settle down, him in the big armchair and Taehyung in the center of the couch. The distance, perhaps, gives the younger boy some peace.
Thoughtlessly, one movie turns into three and early evening becomes late, late night. Neither of them really care. It's the winter before university starts for both of them (Yoongi missed a year because of the accident and then took another year off after high school to work) and neither of them really have any time-pressing obligations.
Yoongi taps out halfway through the fourth movie, telling Taehyung to go to bed. He says this mostly for the convenience of having an appropriate farewell more than he says it out of concern or anything else. Taehyung is old enough to decide his own bedtime.
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He's still there when Yoongi wakes, not on the couch but in his kitchenette, munching on a bagel while reading one of Yoongi's home improvement magazines. Taehyung gestures to the bag of bagels and an assortment of jam and cream cheese, arranged in what he probably thought was artistic.
Yoongi rolls his eyes at him as thanks and makes himself coffee while his bagel toasts.
They don't talk about the bags under his eyes.
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Yoongi figures out that Jimin was the cause of Taehyung's melancholy. He's surprised. He really thought those two would last. Yoongi shakes those thoughts away. Taehyung doesn't need those thoughts. His Seokjin hyung's voice lectures him inside his own head and Yoongi looks away from Taehyung in shame.
He catches a glimpse of Seokjin hyung's old bedroom –the current guestroom– Taehyung's current bedroom. It makes him miss his hyung more than ever. Folding himself as small as he can in the comfort of his own bed, Yoongi wishes Seokjin was still here.
Yoongi's never healed a broken heart before.
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They come to a routine of sorts. Days stretch into weeks which then become months. At some point, Yoongi gets tired of walking the fifty or so steps to grab Taehyung clothes every day and brings everything over in a huff. Taehyung orders him a very expensive pair of headphones as thanks.
Sometimes, the younger boy goes out. Where to? Yoongi doesn't know. The first time it happened, he wondered if Taehyung would go back to living in his own apartment. He doesn't dwell on how that thought made him feel nervous the entire day.
Taehyung comes back on his own. They don't make a big deal over the fact that he comes back to Yoongi watching a vacuum cleaner infomercial at a little past one in the morning. Yoongi doesn't make it clear that he was waiting on him but it feels like the younger one knows.
Taehyung doesn't leave. Yoongi doesn't ask him to.
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"Hey."
Taehyung looks up and Yoongi hesitates, unsure of where to take the conversation he'd accidentally started.
"Classes start in two weeks."
"Oh. Yeah. Hanyang, right?" There's a question in his voice that has nothing to do with remembering which school the older boy had accepted. If Yoongi hadn't been living with him for the past three months, he probably wouldn't have noticed the slight quiver with which Taehyung spoke. But he has. And he noticed.
"I'm moving. Can't really commute to Seoul every day, you know?"
Taehyung looks devastated; no, he is devastated. So much that he seems too distraught to say anything back and so much that Yoongi scrambles to take his words back.
"You uh… want to come with?"
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It's a new apartment in a new city at a new school but everything feels the same. Yoongi was already living the broke college student life long before he was accepted into college so he had never accumulated that much stuff. And Taehyung, well, most of his stuff reminded him of Jimin so… It shouldn't be too surprising that they could barely fill a suitcase between them with valuables, sentimental or otherwise. They had their clothes and Yoongi's music equipment delivered via courier and move-in was rather uneventful.
Winter slowly gave way to spring and the weather warms a little more, day by day. Yoongi starts his classes and Taehyung completes his transfer paperwork just in time to join the same semester. Neither of them are too worried about their course loads and they still manage to watch a few movies a week together.
Taehyung surprises Yoongi with a wine box subscription for his birthday and the movies find a natural companion in the vintage of the month. Slowly, Taehyung comes back to himself.
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Roommate
Hey
10:34pm
?
10:35pm
I might bring someone over tonight
10:38pm
k
thanks for letting me know
10:46pm
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Taehyung wakes to a loud thump. As he blinks blearily at his clock, his disoriented mind tries to make sense of why he's awake. It's half past two in the morning and he has no reason to be up at this hour. Then, he hears it.
A light rhythmic thumping sound coming from Yoongi's room. He's confused. Has Yoongi gotten caught in the muse of music again and lost track of what time it is? The thumps were probably him tapping out a rhythm to a new beat that he's working on. Groaning, Taehyung rolls over to grab his phone, too lazy to walk over and ask Yoongi to tone it down himself. A text would do.
The glare of his phone is blinding in the darkness and for a moment, Taehyung buries his face in his pillow to cope. The tapping isn't that loud, he rationalizes. He could probably fall asleep to it, actually. No need to burn his retinas off for a text Yoongi probably wouldn't even read.
He tries to go back to sleep, but the thumping gets louder and more erratic. Taehyung's face twists in confusion. What is his hyung doing?
Suddenly, Yoongi's voice punctuates the silence between the thumps. Ah, ah, ahs fill his ears and Taehyung flushes deep red in response. He would recognize his hyung's deep bass anywhere, even… like this.
A muffled curse floats between their walls, some other words he can't make out.
Yoongi hyung brought someone home after all. The thought crosses his mind, unwanted. Taehyung turns into his pillow, trying to block out the sound of his hyung fucking.
Another higher, unfamiliar voice sounds. Taehyung desperately tries not to listen. He tries harder when his hyung answers. A mantra plays in his head instead. A repetition of this is not happening fills his mind, doing its best to block out the indecent sounds.
Shamefully, Taehyung can feel his own body reacting. His underwear is suddenly so tight against his skin and he knows if he touched himself, he'd find himself hard. Whimpering, he grabs his earphones off the bedside table, plugs it into his phone and puts on a random playlist. They do their best to drown out the sounds coming from the next door bedroom.
He doesn't fall back asleep until the noise from Yoongi's room stops entirely and he hears the front door open and close.
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Yoongi has a massive hickey on his neck the next day. Taehyung wonders if there are more marks on him, covered up by his clothes. He catches himself staring the entire day and has to physically turn away from his hyung to stop. He feels too hot all over, the ghost memory of what Yoongi sounds like while getting fucked seared into his mind, not leaving him be for a single moment they share the same space.
He retreats to his bedroom and finds no peace there.
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Roommate
Get dressed
7:19pm
???
7:19pm
We're getting food
Namjoon and Hoseok are coming over
And we're all getting bbq
So get dressed
7:21pm
okkkk
7:21pm
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A ding from his phone tells him he has a text. Taehyung's heart clenches. Not again, not again.
Not many people text him these days. He hasn't bothered making more friends outside of Kook and the necessary few he's made for class projects and things. Kook likes to video call though, and his classmates don't text him unless they need something. As such, Yoongi's the only one who messages him.
And he's afraid.
He doesn't want to get that text again. Doesn't know how to react if Yoongi suddenly becomes a serial sex-haver, doesn't ever want to know about Yoongi having sex again, the shame of his body's reaction making his response that much stronger.
It never happened in the three months they shared in Daegu but all of a sudden it happened here. Crazed, he wonders if he's losing Yoongi in some way, losing him to the debauchery of university life.
Another ding chirps from his phone. He's always hated the two minute reminder ring. Taehyung picks his phone up and holds his breath. Not today, not today.
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Roommate
Do you want this?
[picture]
8:08am
a shelf?
8:11am
Yeah
Someone's just throwing it away
It's still in good condition
8:12am
You can use it for all your camera stuff
8:14am
i'm not sure if it'll fit…
8:15am
Don't worry about that
Hyung can find space for it
8:15am
So you want it?
I can put it in the truck right now
8:17am
yes plssss
thanks hyung :D
8:17am
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Weeks pass and the dreaded text never comes. Taehyung relaxes. It was just a one-time thing, he thinks.
They go back to normal.
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It isn't a one time thing.
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Roommate
Tae
I'm bringing a friend over tonight
Just letting you know
11:17pm
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Taehyung doesn't understand why he's lingering in the kitchenette, taking his time to heat up yesterday's leftovers. His food's got minutes to go and he could be lounging in bed or something but instead, he's loitering in front of the microwave, antsy and uncomfortable.
Suddenly, a deep rumbling laugh filters through the vent that connects the kitchen and living space. Without thinking, Taehyung hastily grabs a tomato out of the fridge and walks over to the couch where he finds Yoongi and some guy. He quaffles until they notice him.
"Oh hey dude. How's it going?" The guy asks. Taehyung immediately thinks he sounds like a moron.
Yoongi looks at Taehyung. "Did you need something?" To the guy, he says, "This is my roommate, Taehyung–"
"Kim Taehyung. I'm a photography major. I just had an exhibition. Maybe you've heard of it?" Taehyung moves so that he's sitting on the back of the couch between Yoongi and his friend. He leans so that he's partially blocking Yoongi from view.
"Sick, no way man! I'm Jihoon, by the way. Do you ever do, like, headshots? I need a profesh headshot for my resume. Like, gotta be looking for jobs soon, you feel me?"
Yoongi appears from behind Taehyung with an incredulous look on his face. "You told me you already had a job, Jihoon." Taehyung watches, amused, as Jihoon starts digging.
"I mean, like, it's basically in the bag. I know a guy in the HR department and he's totally gonna hook me up. I just still gotta go through the formal process and stuff yknow? To make it, like, fair, to everyone else."
There's nothing, Taehyung knows, that Yoongi hates more than nepotism and so he lets Jihoon's words stew in the air for a long moment before speaking up.
"Sorry, Heejoon. I just do landscapes."
Jihoon's too busy showing off his networking skills to Yoongi's growing horror to notice both of his hosts' opinions of him dropping drastically. Taehyung is just about to kick him out when Yoongi jabs him in the ribs. He yelps as he moves away from the couch.
"Did you need something?" Yoongi repeats his earlier question.
Taehyung holds the tomato, now slightly warm, up to his face. "Can you cut this for me?" Yoongi looks at him, exasperated.
"I'm a little busy . Why don't you do it yourself?"
"I broke two plates and accidentally cut the home phone line last time I tried doing it." Taehyung has zero shame in admitting this in front of Jihoon. His tone comes across almost as proud when he continues. "You banned me from using knives since then. Don't you remember?"
"I remember."
"So," he grins, "can you cut this for me?"
"No." Taehyung pouts. "Wash it and eat it like an apple like you always do."
Taehyung goes back into the kitchen grumbling as Jihoon waves. When he next leaves the kitchen to get to his room down the hall, Yoongi is nestled into Jihoon's shoulder as they watch a movie. They both ignore him. Inexplicably upset, Taehyung stomps to his room and slams the door shut.
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Taehyung is making hot chocolate when Jihoon slips out of Yoongi's room at one in the morning. He can hear the shower running so he knows Yoongi is busy for the time being. Taehyung clears his throat loudly and Jihoon jumps, dropping his phone.
Jihoon laughs as he picks it up. "Good one, man. You got me."
Taehyung feigns nonchalance. "Leaving while he's in the shower? That's classy."
"Oh, yeah man. He's hot as hell but it isn't anything serious if you catch my drift. Less awkward if I just dip now." He's putting on his shoes. Taehyung makes a noncommittal noise.
"Fuck but he sucks dick lik–" Jihoon clams up when he looks up to find Taehyung in his personal space. He's got a mean look in his eye.
"I work with pyrocatechol every. single. day to develop my pictures Jihoon. Do you know what pyrocatechol is?"
Jihoon shakes his head, eyes wide.
"Well, let me tell you. All you need to know is that it takes just 15 milliliters, that's a third of a shot glass for you, and you can say goodnight forever. The chances of survival after ingestion are slim to none. The chances of pain and suffering pre-death are much, much higher, Heejoon–"
"I-It's Jihoon–"
"So I'd watch how I talk about Yoongi hyung if I were you, Heejoon ."
"Ch-chill dude, he said you were just roommates."
Taehyung glares at him, making the full force of his displeasure known so that Jihoon would heed his threat, before stepping back.
"Get out of here."
Jihoon doesn't need to be told twice. He scrambles into his shoes and bolts out the front door without another word. Breathing a huge sigh of relief, Taehyung finishes making his hot chocolate. He adds extra marshmallows to celebrate ridding the apartment of scum.
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Things go back to normal after that. Jihoon never makes a reappearance and when asked about it, Yoongi just grumbles about capitalism and they move on.
From time to time though, Taehyung can't help but freeze up when he gets a text from Yoongi. Every notification from his phone makes his heart run a little faster, makes his brain flash back to sounds from Yoongi's room that he desperately doesn't want to remember. Yoongi so rarely texts him that every message that does come through menaces him.
He can't live like this. So he tries to fix it.
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"Hyung."
Yoongi grunts in acknowledgement but doesn't look up from whatever he's reading on his phone.
"Hyung," he tries again. "I thought you were bringing a friend over." Finally, Yoongi looks up. He's confused but plays along.
"No, Namjoon has an exam tomorrow… and Hoseok–"
"Not today. The other day." Taehyung interrupts him, trying to explain, to make the words come out better.
"The other– what are you talking about, Taehyung?"
"When you said you might bring someone over. I thought it was going to be a friend. Not– not him."
It takes Yoongi a long moment to run back every conversation he's had with the younger boy recently. He recounts each of their interactions carefully, knowing that Taehyung has a problem with condensing words in such a way that sometimes, some of the meaning is lost, in such a way that his new words don't quite match up with the original words said. Yoongi looks for such a space where his words could've been misconstrued and where he could've unintentionally disappointed Taehyung.
Then, he remembers.
Jihoon. And he's so sorry they'd never discussed that before, never discussed sex before. He should've brought it up long ago; he's the hyung in the situation. Yoongi looks over at Taehyung where he's sitting at the other end of the couch all hunched up and small. Guilt flashes through him even as he mentally praises Taehyung for bringing up such a conversation on his own.
"I'm sorry. Did that make you uncomfortable? I'll try and warn you more clearly so you can leave if you want next time."
And no. No, no, no, no, no. This is not what Taehyung wanted at all. But Yoongi continues.
"And of course, you can bring home anyone you want, too. Any time. This is my apartment just as much as it is yours."
Yoongi is all wrong but Taehyung has no words left for him. All he can manage is a soft thanks before he retreats back into his room.
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Roommate
Are you home?
3:02pm
no
3:16pm
why
3:27pm
?
3:31pm
Can you stop by the store on your way home?
We're out of heavy whipping cream
Gonna make carbonara
3:35pm
:D
okkk
3:35pm
Thanks
3:40pm
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"Wanna watch a movie?" Taehyung says it nonchalantly, like he isn't going to die if Yoongi says no.
"Can't. I have an exam in two days."
"But it's movie night! You've been studying all day. It's time for a break, hyung. You can study the rest tomorrow," he wheedles.
"Don't you also have an exam in two days? I remember you telling me about it." Yoongi pushes his glasses back up his nose and finally looks at Taehyung lingering at the threshold of his bedroom.
"But I don't want to study. I want to watch a movie!" Taehyung moves over to where Yoongi is sitting on the couch. He pushes his books and laptop aside, completely ignoring Yoongi's protests and climbs into his lap. "Movie, please?" he tries again.
Yoongi tries to hold out, he really does, but with Taehyung's arms on either side of his head and nowhere to look but directly at Taehyung's pouting face, he has no choice but to give in. Shoving hard at Taehyung, Yoongi agrees to one movie.
They end up watching three.
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Yoongi is studying when Taehyung stumbles through the front door, practically half naked. For some reason, all the buttons of his shirt are undone and his shoes are missing? Yoongi quickly gets up and rushes over to help the younger boy inside. He helps Taehyung lay down on the couch. Yoongi wrinkles his nose at the strong stench of alcohol coming off him.
Just as he's getting up to grab Taehyung a glass of water, a hand comes up and grabs his arm. Yoongi looks down in surprise.
"You okay there bud?"
Taehyung mumbles incoherently in response. Yoongi leans closer to see if he can catch anything lucid.
"What happened to your shoes, TaeTae?."
More mumbles but Yoongi smiles down at him anyway.
"Let me get you some water, ok? I'll be right back." He pats his arm and pries Taehyung's fingers off of him. Once detached, Taehyung brings his arm back to cross in front of him. Yoongi can see him shiver.
Frowning, Yoongi refocuses on the fact that Taehyung is practically shirtless in front of the a/c vent. He looks at the smooth, tan skin pebbling before him. He's a little bit obsessed with how Taehyung seems to glow in the lamplight.
Abruptly, he turns around and heads to the kitchen before he can do something he regrets. Warm water, he thinks. Warm water and a blanket.
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Taehyung's not wearing clothes again. Or well, he's not wearing enough clothes again. He's got his boxers on and some colorful mosaic socks on his feet but not much else apart from the bracelets that never leave his wrists.
"Why aren't you wearing clothes?"
"Stuffy."
That's right. Taehyung hates wearing clothes when he's sick or hungover. "What about public decency?" Yoongi asks, amused.
"Not im-public. 'm ok."
The boy slumps over to the fridge pulling out milk. Yoongi watches as he transfers the milk into a bowl and, incomprehensibly, puts it into the microwave. Two minutes later, Taehyung has a bowl of hot milk. When he pulls out the cereal, Yoongi chuckles but doesn't stop him from the chaos he's creating.
As Taehyung eats, Yoongi finds he can't look away from the younger boy. His skin is smooth, unmarred by acne, scars, and bruises. Yoongi wonders if he's ever been marked up, by Jimin or by someone else. He looks at Taehyung's tan. He thinks it makes him look particularly handsome. Yoongi likes how it contrasts so much against his own pale skin. He thinks of how they look together, side by side. Yoongi looks at his hair. It's messy, sticking up in all directions like Yoongi imagines it would after a good fu– ok, that's enough of those thoughts.
Pulling out his phone, Yoongi scrolls to a particular contact. He sends a message.
Hey, you wanna come over later?
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Roommate
Hey
4:52pm
I'm bringing someone over again.
Tonight
4:53pm
Not a friend.
4:55pm
Just so you know.
4:57pm
Tae
?
5:15pm
ok hyung
5:37pm
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It's midnight, a bit early for a late night hook up but Sanghyuk doesn't mind. Yoongi invites him in before he can even knock so that it doesn't bother Taehyung. They go straight to Yoongi's bedroom, both eager to be close, choosing not to waste any time pretending to build up a friendship by exchanging niceties first. They both know why he's there.
Sanghyuk isn't a friend. What he told Taehyung is true. He's just some guy off of whatever dating app Yoongi happened to be swiping through at the time. But he's tall and thin, just like Yoongi's type, just like Taehyung, his traitorous mind whispers, and that's good enough for him tonight.
As soon as they're inside and the door is closed, Sanghyuk is on him, moving in for a kiss that deepens immediately. He tastes faintly of alcohol, a hint to where he'd been before he came over. Distantly, Yoongi's mind registers that this is how Taehyung would've tasted yesterday. Sanghyuk isn't bad but he thinks Taehyung would be a better kisser.
Sanghyuk's hands roam down Yoongi's back and grab his ass, pulling him closer as he sticks his tongue down Yoongi's throat. He's completely silent as he consumes Yoongi. Yoongi pulls him towards the bed, pulls off his sweatshirt, pulls him down on top of him. He's eager for friction tonight, eager to get the image of his roommate's skin off of his mind.
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Taehyung hears them the moment they start. He'd been hyper fixated on sounds coming from the front door ever since he'd gotten that damn text from Yoongi. Just after midnight, he hears them. Yoongi and someone else, quietly greeting each other and slipping into Yoongi's bedroom immediately after.
At first, there's nothing. After the click of the door, he thinks he hears some rustling but even that might have been a figment of his overactive imagination. He refuses to be creepy, well, creepier than he already is eavesdropping on them; he doesn't go up to the wall that separates them with a cup or anything.
He just lies there in his bed and waits.
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"Did you finger yourself while waiting for me?" Sanghyuk is unbuckling his pants, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. He's got Yoongi on all fours, sweats and underwear pulled down to his knees, pale ass bare and on display.
Yoongi groans out an affirmative. "Yeah, I'm good." Not a moment later, he feels Sanghyuk's blunt wet cockhead at his rim. Yoongi reaches behind him to feel for a condom and when lube and latex are all he feels, he moves back appeased. Sanghyuk smacks his ass and Yoongi lets out a small moan.
"You like that?" Sanghyuk pants.
"Shut up and fuck me," Yoongi spits out. Sanghyuk obliges.
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The first sound Taehyung is sure he didn't make up is a loud smack that reverberates across the air. Yoongi's answering moan is immediate, further proving it was real. Taehyung stiffens atop his sheets.
This is real. This is actually happening.
He lets himself imagine having Yoongi like that, like how that random lucky schmuck has him right now. He can almost see Yoongi face down into his pillows with his ass in the air, hard cock just dangling underneath him. Maybe his legs are spread apart at the knees for balance and maybe Yoongi is begging to be bruised.
Taehyung's breaths come shorter and shorter. He tries to stifle them so he can hear what's happening the next room over. Before long, he hears the now familiar thump of Yoongi's headboard against the wall. If he's quiet enough, he thinks he can hear the slap of skin against skin. There are no other sounds.
Taehyung despairs. He hears the thumps but he doesn't care about that. All he wants to hear is Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi. He worries that the guy isn't treating him right, isn't fucking him right. Surely he'd be more vocal if the guy was fucking him like he deserved.
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Yoongi's breaths are coming out ragged and harsh. He's doing everything in his power to be considerate to Taehyung who's probably asleep at this very moment. He's trying to keep quiet, as quiet as he can manage to not wake him but sometimes when Sanghyuk pushes in at just the right angle, Yoongi can't help but let out a satisfied moan.
He's coming to terms with it, that he's got a little crush on Taehyung. It's hard not to come to terms with it when he's getting fucked within an inch of his life and all he can concentrate on is Taehyung. He's having sex, good sex, but it's all about Taehyung. The timing is a little inopportune but the message is clear as day. Yoongi wants his roommate, his friend, and he wants him bad.
Just then, Sanghyuk reaches a hand around Yoongi and grabs at his dick.
"I'm close. Are you?" And Yoongi is but every time he speaks, Sanghyuk is ruining the fantasy, breaking up and ruining the dream that Taehyung is the one behind him, slamming into him and fucking him so good. It's frustrating enough that Yoongi forgets to be quiet.
Sanghyuk tugs at Yoongi's cock, runs his thumb over the tip and twists his wrist at the base. Yoongi keens, high and loud. The noise only encourages Sanghyuk further and he repeats the motion over and over and over until Yoongi is groaning and spilling into his hand. Sanghyuk pushes into Yoongi a few more times before he also reaches his peak and cums into the condom.
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Just like last time, the thuds of the bed hitting the wall get faster and just like last time, Yoongi's moans break through the wall between them. Taehyung is obsessed with the idea that Yoongi is quiet until you fuck him so good he can't be quiet anymore. Taehyung imagines being the one thrusting into Yoongi, imagines finding that spot inside him that would make him scream.
Groaning, Taehyung puts a hand down his pants, under his underwear, and palms at his straining erection. There's nothing but shame and white hot arousal flooding through him, no thoughts other than Yoongi, jealousy, Yoongi. There's no finesse in how he touches himself, too dry to really be good but Yoongi is right next door and he sounds so good. Taehyung can't waste time trying to find lube he hasn't used in months. He needs to get off now, while Yoongi's getting off.
Yoongi keens, loudly, and Taehyung almost moans with him, hand fisting over his cock as he tugs himself closer to completion. Yoongi moans again and again and again and Taehyung's hand moves faster over himself, toes curling as his body tenses for climax. Inadvertently, some whimpers leave his mouth and Taehyung prays to a god he doesn't believe in that Yoongi is too out of it to hear him. Another loud groan from Yoongi is all it takes to push him over the edge. He cums in his boxers, having been too turned on to even push them down all the way.
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Sanghyuk leaves without too much fuss and Yoongi is left to deal with the aftermath of his shame. Taehyung is still recovering from his recent heartbreak; he doesn't need Yoongi to be all messy like this with him. He deserves someone who can comfort him in his time of need. He deserves better. He's always deserved better than Yoongi.
Guilt claws at Yoongi. He feels like he's dirtied their relationship somehow, like what was once bright and golden is now rusted over and stained.
He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know how to fix it. Taehyung doesn't even know the wrong that's been done to him, doesn't know how Yoongi's defiled them.
He needs help.
With shaking hands, unconcerned about the late hour, Yoongi calls the only one he can think of that can help him.
"H-hyung?" He sounds weak and so, so broken.
"Yoongi-yah, is that you? What's wrong? Tell hyung." The voice on the line is clear and awake. He's sober. He caught him at a good time.
"I need you hyung. I need help. I did something and I don't know how I can fix it," his miserable voice mumbles the words out, reluctant for others to know his wrong doing but needing desperately to confess.
"Hey, don't worry. I'm here. Let's talk through it. Start at the beginning."
His Seokjin hyung would know what to do. His Seokjin hyung has never steered him wrong before.
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They're both awkward in the days that follow but luckily? Neither of them notice anything strange about the other, far too consumed in their own actions and how they're coming across.
Yoongi, now haunted by everything Taehyung does, from taking a sip of ice-cold water to crawling around on all fours looking for the TV remote, feels his grip on sanity slipping just that much more as each day passes. His talk with Jin calmed down most of his guilt but the embarrassment of getting off to your friend whilst he was in the other room still lingers.
What's mad is that he wants to do it again. He's gasping for it, actually, desperate in every meaning of the word. And because he can't have the real thing for himself, he settles for replacements.
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It's the third "I'm bringing someone over" text this week and Taehyung is devastated. He wants it to stop. He doesn't want Yoongi to bring anyone home. Never again. But he can't ask that of him. Can't do anything about it except get mixed feelings over it. He knows it's wrong to get so hot and bothered to the sounds of his hyung having sex but he can't help it. He hasn't felt this good since… Well, since Jimin was in the picture.
At the same time, he also feels a nasty black sludge in the pit of his stomach, something that reappears every time he remembers someone else is making his Yoongi hyung make all those delicious sounds. It's only noticeable when the other party is mouthy because then, he can't pretend it's him making his roommate feel good.
An arrow of annoyance pierces through him as he remembers the guy from two nights ago, who wouldn't shut up. He couldn't get lost in the fantasy because of that, and so the only feeling left to him was the slowly pickling jealousy.
As he pushes the guilt and shame and jealousy down, Taehyung hopes tonight's guy is quiet.
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Yoongi is on the verge of coming when the guy whose job it is to fuck him stupid, just stops.
"What gives?" he grunts, bearing down trying to get some friction. He whines when it isn't enough.
"Shhh, do you hear that?" He grips Yoongi's waist to stop his movement.
Yoongi looks up at the guy whose name he can't remember, something -hyun, he thinks. He rolls his eyes in irritation and spits out, "I don't give a damn what you heard. Do your job and fuck me or I'm kicking you out." It's blunt and a bit pointed but he really just wants to come. He doesn't have time to waste on the guy getting spooked because the a/c turned on.
The man acquiesces easily, thank fuck , but just as Yoongi's getting close again, moans melting off his lips, the guy leans in and whispers.
"Do you hear that?" He sounds more sure of himself. "Sounds like your roomie's getting off to us."
And Yoongi can hear it. A deep warmer baritone that sounds out in time with his own moans. It's unmistakably Taehyung.
A loud drawn moan escapes him before he can tamper it down, before he can muffle it in any way. Taehyung can hear him having sex and from the sound of it, Taehyung likes hearing him have sex.
"Seems like you like that," what's-his-face goads. "Go on, then, let's give him something to listen to." He pulls out and slams back in, eager to get Yoongi to be loud, well, louder.
And Yoongi delivers. Yoongi is the loudest he's ever let himself be in their apartment. It's not that the sex he's having is phenomenal or anything, it's the thought that Taehyung can hear him that's really getting him off. The man on top of him is nothing more than an accessory at this point. He's performing for Taehyung, wanting it to be good for him.
He comes with practically a scream and he's gratified when he hears Taehyung's quieter moan duetting his own.
This will be weird in the morning, he's sure of it, but until then, he just lets it go.
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"Kook, I think they heard me last night." Taehyung cuts right to the chase. No need to specify who they are or what they heard to his best friend because his best friend already knows.
"How do you know? Did they like, stop or something?"
"No! I don't know. I might have been a little loud yesterday but I swear I was quieter than them," he frets.
"So why do you think they heard you?" Kook's voice is a little tinny over the phone. He's out camping with his parents for the weekend and reception probably isn't the greatest.
There's an uneasy silence as Taehyung fidgets. "H-hyunggotlouder," he mumbles.
"What's that?"
Taehyung sighs, heavy and overdramatic. He steels himself. "Hyung got louder."
Silence greets him. "Kook, d'ya hear me?" Maybe the reception was worse than he thought? Taehyung pulls his phone away from his face to see if the call was disconnected or failed. It wasn't. Huffing, he talks into the receiver again. "Kook, I know you're there. This isn't funny. Don't make me say it again."
He hears a cough that sounds suspiciously fake.
"So you're telling me that Yoongi hyung heard you jacking off to him and then he got louder? "
"Yeah."
"And you're asking me what that means right now. Like actually and seriously, you don't know what that means."
"Yeah, Kook."
"I gotta go man, I'll see you when I get back–"
"–Kook, wait–"
"–ou got some shit to figure out with hyung, dude. Please fix it before I get back." The line goes dead.
Taehyung crumples onto his bed. He's not stupid. He knows what it means. It's just… Can he really give himself that much hope? Does he dare?
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Roommate
hyung, its movie night
don't forget
6:19pm
I remember.
I'm on my way back.
7:03pm
See you soon.
7:05pm
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Yoongi shuffles through the door at precisely half past seven. His arms are full of his books for the day and one large shopping bag. He's just been to the grocer's but not for their weekly shopping. He just wanted to stop by and grab some of the special popcorn that Taehyung likes, the kind with caramel and chocolate on top.
He's a bit winded when he sets everything down on the counter. Vision no longer obscured, he looks around for Taehyung. He finds him on the couch, horizontal, half asleep with a glass of wine in his hand. It looks dangerously close to tipping over. Moving quickly, Yoongi settles down on the floor in front of Taehyung.
"Hey Taetae," he gives him a gummy endeared smile. "Did you start without me?" He takes the glass of wine and puts it on the coffee table where he spots the half full bottle of wine. He ruffles Taehyung's hair gently. "We're supposed to share, y'know. You can't be drinking this all by yourself."
"Yoongi hyung," Taehyung delights. "You're back!" He sits up. "I was waiting but you were taking soooo long." He pouts dramatically and Yoongi thinks he looks so put off, that he's almost sorry.
"I'm a little late," he admits, "but I have something for you."
"Give it here, give it here!" Yoongi can see how excited the younger boy gets. He can see how his eyes light up and his whole body tenses in anticipation for his gift.
"Coming right up."
Laughing, he stands back up and goes over to the counter. He moves so that he's in between Taehyung's line of sight and the present. He wants it to be a surprise. He wants to see the other boy happy. He takes out a bowl, fills it with the sweet popcorn, and grabs a wine glass for himself.
Returning to the couch, Yoongi sits down, shoves the bowl at Taehyung who lets out a whoop in celebration, and pours himself a glass. If he smiles into his wine, he'll blame it on the sourness of the grapes in this new blend.
"So, what are we watching?"
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Taehyung is drunk. Or maybe he's tipsy. It's hard to tell when he hasn't tried to stand yet but he certainly isn't sober. They're sitting close, him and Yoongi, closer than usual so they can share the popcorn and all Taehyung can think about is getting closer.
He can smell Yoongi's cologne. Or maybe it's his body wash. Taehyung's never heard of a cologne that smells this fruity. It must be a soap. Smells good, whatever it is. Smells like oranges, or some kind of citrus. Taehyung wants to lean in so he can investigate closer.
Absently, he registers that there's a love scene on screen. He's not really watching the movie but the kissing in his peripheral is making him kind of horny. His mind flashes back to Kook's words.
He heard you… and then he got louder…
That's got to be good for him, right? Yoongi thought it was hot. He wasn't disgusted. Maybe somewhere, deep down, he could want him too?
But Yoongi's only ever acted like a roommate to him. Wait, that's not true. Yoongi is better. Yoongi is his hyung. Yoongi takes care of him. But that still doesn't mean Yoongi's ever expressed any sexual interest in him.
Taehyung slumps to the side with a big huff. His thoughts were getting him nowhere. He closes his eyes and tries to concentrate.
"Tired, little guy?" Yoongi's voice is so low, so soft, he can hardly hear it. "Go on, you can lean on me."
And oh Yoongi's shoulder is so comfortable. Taehyung goes down and relaxes all the way into Yoongi's body. He even scoots over a little so that they are pressed together from the thighs up.
He hears Yoongi's voice in his ear, a gentle rumble against the movie backdrop. "Long day, hmm?"
And he doesn't mean to look up. He doesn't think it through; he just reacts. He moves his head up to make eye contact so he can answer his hyung's question respectfully, like a good boy. And eye contact he makes.
It's intense. They're centimeters apart. Every breath that comes out of Yoongi is recycled through Taehyung's lungs and traded back. The distance must be playing tricks on Taehyung's mind because he swears he sees Yoongi's eyes travel down his face, land on his lips, and dart back up.
This is your chance! The thought comes in the form of Kook's voice. Kiss him!
"Yeah," he sighs. "It was a long day hyung." As he says that, his arms are snaking around Yoongi's front, bracing him from the other side. He turns more directly into Yoongi's side. They get closer.
"Wanna tell hyung about it?"
They're talking in whispers, in light airy wisps of sound that Taehyung can feel sweeping past his nose, his lips. Yoongi's breath tastes sweet and Taehyung wonders what his actual mouth would taste like. Would it be sweeter? Or would he taste darker like the wine they'd been drinking that night?
"I'd rather just…" And they fall together, lips against lips and the closest they've ever been. Suddenly, there is no Yoongi and no Taehyung, no separate entities who exist in their own spaces. There is just them, plural and together and softly moving against one another.
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Holy shit. Is this really happening?
Kissing Taehyung is sweet. It's phenomenal. It's amazing and indescribable and it feels so good. Yoongi daren't breathe, unwilling to part for even a moment to give this up. He just focuses on giving as much of himself as possible over to Taehyung and hoping that he's well received.
The kiss is slow. And full of feelings. One tug of Taehyung's bottom lip says I'm here; I'm with you. A hand on the back of his head confesses you are so, so precious to me. The grip at the front of Taehyung's shirt cries have me, keep me, I'm yours.
Yoongi's head swims with ideas of Taehyung. He's dizzy with the influx of thoughts he's never let himself indulge in before, of feelings he's always pushed down, away, and out of sight. It's overwhelming.
Just then, they break.
They gasp for air and trade shy smiles illuminated by the TV where the movie seems to be winding down. Taehyung buries his face in Yoongi's neck and for a moment, they just breathe.
Yoongi floods with the fear that he'll take it all back, that he'll laugh it off and say it was just the wine. Yoongi doesn't know if he can survive it if Taehyung is just looking for a good time.
"Hyung."
Yoongi makes a noise of acknowledgement. His hand that isn't trapped between their bodies lifts up to smooth down the hair on Taehyung's head.
"I can feel you thinking." Yoongi doesn't know what to say to that. "Stop. This is good. I've wanted this."
"We've been drinking though…" Yoongi hesitates. He's got to be the responsible one here.
"Yeah, hyung. But drinking just makes you more honest, is all."
Yoongi can't find it in himself to fault that logic. Afterall, it is true of himself. He holds onto Taehyung a little tighter. Dare he hope? That they could be together? Him and little heartbroken Taetae? Was it possible that he was just taking advantage of his sad roommate? Or could this be a natural progression between two people who spend a lot of time together? He doesn't know but whatever they are, it's a lot better than sleeping with random app men and wishing it was Taehyung with him.
"Can you kiss me more, hyung?" Taehyung's words brush over him gently, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Yoongi wants to agree, wants to do everything Taehyung wants, but he can't.
"Maybe in the morning Taetae, if you still feel like it."
Taehyung pouts into his neck; he can feel it in the downturn of his lips and in the tightened clutch of Taehyung's hands on his body.
A moment passes and the movie ends, plunging them in the dark of the end credits.
"What if I wanna fuck in the morning, hyung. Will you do that for me too?"
Amusement slips onto his face as endearment for his sweet boy overcomes him. Yoongi answers, "Whatever you want, Taetae. Hyung will do it."
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They fall asleep there, on that couch that night, both unwilling to let go of the other. Yoongi covers them in the blanket that's always hung on the back of the couch and Taehyung nestles into him. They're both drowsy from the wine and full from the candied popcorn they had.
They don't kiss again but they're both warmer than they've ever remembered being.
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Yoongi is the first to wake. Awareness seeps into his body slowly, like petals blowing off him one by one until they unearth his conscious mind. He feels heavy; much heavier than usual and he struggles to remember why his limbs seem pinned down around him until he finally gives in and opens his eyes and oh.
Taehyung is there. Taehyung is lying fully on top of him, head on his chest, arms and legs octopus'd around Yoongi's body and indeed the reason he can't move. Suddenly, Yoongi feels like he can't breathe either.
Taehyung is breathtaking like this. He's beautiful and precious and sleeping so sweetly that Yoongi is petrified of waking him up. He tries not to breathe because breathing means moving and movement might wake his favorite boy.
He breathes in, as slow as he can. These might be his last few moments with Taehyung like this, ever, so he does his best to savor it, tries to memorize the feeling of the younger boy pressed against him.
Time is merciful to him. It ticks by slow and generous. But eventually, time runs out. Eventually, Taehyung wakes too.
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Taehyung rouses and is awake almost immediately. Memories of the night before come flooding back to him and he is up and vertical before he's registered that he's still on top of Yoongi who grunts at the abrupt weight redistribution.
"Oh, shit. I'm sorry hyung," he says, moving off him.
"S'fine." Yoongi takes a minute to coax feeling back into his limbs and move them so that he's not draped across the entire couch and so Taehyung has a place to sit.
Taehyung mourns the loss of Yoongi's body heat but settles beside him as close as he dares to get. He curses himself, thinking if he'd gotten up slower, he could still be on top of Yoongi and they could get things moving. Alas…
They look at each other when they realize they've just been sitting in silence. Yoongi catches his eyes and Taehyung can't help but laugh at how awkward they're being. Yoongi's breathy, almost silent laugh joins him.
"It's just me, hyung."
"Yeah," Yoongi smiles at him. It makes Taehyung's heart skip a beat. "I know." He reaches a hand up to Taehyung's head and ruffles his hair. The touch makes Taehyung brave.
"Hyung, do you remember what happened yesterday?"
"I remember, Taetae," he says gently.
"Can we– I–" he starts, unsure of how to say what he needs to get what he knows they both want. "I'm not drunk anymore, are you?"
"No, I'm not." Yoongi's hands reach over to grab his. "Do you regret yesterday? Hmm?"
"Wha– No, of course not. I could never regret you, hyung." He waffles, unsure of what to say, unsure of how to get his point across. "I like you," he confesses. "I've liked you for a while now, probably."
"Probably?" There's that same wheezy laugh of his. The sound of it warms Taehyung right up, from the tips of his toes to the crown of his head. "I think I probably like you too, Taetae."
And Taehyung already knew this, deep down. It isn't news to him, but hearing his confession echoed back at him makes his stomach flip and his heart race.
"There's no probably, hyung. You definitely like me."
"Oh? You sound pretty confident."
"I know. I knew it from the way you kissed me yesterday."
Yoongi has nothing to say to that, so he keeps quiet, squeezes Taehyung's hands in his grip still.
"Tell me again hyung."
Yoongi looks at Taehyung, clueless. Taehyung breaks out of Yoongi's hold and lifts up onto his knees. He swings a leg over Yoongi's legs and settles in his lap.
"Kiss me again and tell me how much you like me."
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They're in bed, kissing. They'd relocated to Yoongi's bedroom because Taehyung wanted to lie down and not be afraid of rolling off the couch but they'd kissed all the way there and they're still kissing now.
Kissing Taehyung is the single greatest pleasure of his entire life, Yoongi thought. It was the highest honor he'd ever achieve, to have something so precious and so beautiful press up against him and kiss him senseless.
Yoongi's on his back and he's got a hand in Taehyung's long messy hair and a hand wrapped around his waist. And his lips. His lips are swept up in Taehyung's, pushing and being pushed by the other. They're just kissing but it feels so good that a low moan escapes him. Just as he opens his mouth, Taehyung is there and his tongue moves inside Yoongi's mouth with a desperation to taste him fully. A fuller groan is pulled out of him and he presses Taehyung down on top of him searching for friction.
He's getting hard but he doesn't think Taehyung has noticed yet. He doesn't know if he wants Taehyung to notice or not. He can't predict what the other will do. Will he want to stop? Will he want to take things further? Does Yoongi want to take things further?
"You sound so good already, hyung," Taehyung says between kisses. "We've barely even started and you already sound this good."
"Barely… started?" Yoongi half lucidly asks.
Taehyung sits up, fingers grabbing the hem of his shirt. He pulls it off in one swift movement. "Yeah… we're just getting started."
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Yoongi's eyes dilate at the sight of Taehyung shirtless and Taehyung can't help but swoop down and kiss him again. On a mission, he slides his lips over Yoongi's jaw and kisses down the side of his neck, licking and suckling at the skin all the while. His hands find the bottom of Yoongi's shirt. He hesitates.
"Can I?"
Yoongi groans and lets out a low yeah that goes straight to Taehyung's groin. His hyung's so hot and he's just letting him have his way. Hyung is so pliant, he thinks, so soft, malleable. He wants to get him hard up and twisted around him. Wants to see the change in his hyung when he's desperate for release.
But first, he needs to get his shirt off.
Once gone, Taehyung realizes he has a lot more pale silk skin to kiss, to devour. And he indulges. He kisses down the column of Yoongi's throat, leaving shallow bite marks and little bruises to trail his path. He kisses down the center of Yoongi's chest, laves at the little dip between his nipples. A hand comes up to pinch one of Yoongi's dark pebbled buds and he lets out another one of his delicious moans.
"Hyung. Wanna– wanna go all the way with you. Don't wanna stop. Can we?"
"Yeah," he pants, red tinting his cheeks in the morning light. "Fuck, yeah. How do you want it, Tae?"
"Can I fuck you, hyung? Been thinking about fucking you for so long, I–"
"Yeah, yeah let's do it. C'mon, pants." Yoongi's hands are pushing insistently at the tops of his pants but they can't go down because Taehyung is still on top of him.
Taehyung laughs breathlessly. "Slow down, hyung. We have time."
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Their shirts are discarded, forgotten somewhere on the floor beside the bed. Their pants are long gone. They're both completely naked and Taehyung's got two fingers in Yoongi, stretching him out.
"Hah– fuck. Gimme another Tae. F-fuck." He's panting hard, vision dotting from how good he feels. Taehyung is on his knees between his legs, one hand busy plunging in and out of his hole, the other gripping Yoongi's cock as Taehyung works it down his throat.
Taehyung comes up for air with a pop, hand jerking Yoongi's cock so it doesn't get cold. "Not yet. Don't wanna, yet." And he descends again. The two fingers he's got in Yoongi start scissoring in and out of him, trying to get him looser, trying to get him ready to take Taehyung.
Yoongi feels like he's going to die if he doesn't get more friction. He's torn between bearing down on Taehyung's fingers and bucking up into his mouth. He whines into the air, a hand on Taehyung's head, desperate.
"Tae, Tae please. One more. 'm ready. G-gimme another. One more."
In lieu of an answer, Taehyung pulls off his cock and takes his fingers out. He leans down to lick at Yoongi's hole and is rewarded with a deep moan from the older boy. Lube drips out of his hole steadily and Taehyung laps it all up, eager. Blindly, he feels around the side of the bed for the bottle he'd used earlier. He finds it tucked under some sheets and brings it close. He begins rimming Yoongi, tongue pushing in and out as deep as he can as he warms up some lube on his fingers.
Yoongi keens, voice high and needy when Taehyung breaches his ass with three fingers all at once. It takes a bit of effort to get each phalange through his tight rim but the moan that Yoongi gives when he's pushed down to the last knuckle is worth it.
"You good?" he asks.
"So good. Fuck. You're doing so good." Yoongi is about to die of pleasure, actually. He reaches down to grab at his abandoned cock. He strokes up and down trying to get himself back to the edge again. "Keep going, Tae."
Taehyung slowly pulls his fingers out and pushes back in at an angle, trying to find that spot that would make Yoongi see stars. He wants to hear more, obsessed with the sounds the older boy is making. Yoongi is quiet in his everyday life but he is so, so endearingly vocal in bed. The better the sex, the louder his hyung is. And he wants to be the best for his hyung. He wants to be so good for Yoongi that he'll never think about letting anyone else back into his bed ever again.
He pushes in at a slightly different angle and Yoongi moans loudly into the arm that's come up to bury his face in. Taehyung grins into his fingers and pushes in at the same angle. Another loud moan rips out of Yoongi.
Found it.
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"On your knees, hyung. I want you on your knees," he says. Yoongi complies but not before leaning down and reaching for another kiss. It's sloppy and filthy with tongue and drool slipping out. Eager to get to the main event, Taehyung pushes at Yoongi's side, trying to get him to flip over.
"Hyung, you're so hot, did you know that?" he groans. "So fucking sexy."
Yoongi's whole body flushes red with the praise. He scrambles to get on his knees, wanting to turn his face away.
"You still want this?" Taehyung checks, sweet boy that he is. "I can like, settle for blowing you. We don't have to go all the way." He palms at the pale ass presented to him with a hypnotic groan, like he can't imagine getting this close and having to turn back. "Whatever you want, hyung."
"Nuh- no. Want you. Need you, Tae." He pushes his ass more firmly into Taehyung's hands and is rewarded with a light smack. Yoongi moans again. He's been so vocal this morning. It's done nothing but rile them both up further. Taehyung tugs at his cock, trying desperately to get some semblance of control back but the sight and sounds of Yoongi are proving better than him. He wants so desperately to be good for his hyung.
Bending down, Taehyung spits in Yoongi's hole and uses his tongue to push it inside him. He tastes Yoongi's musk around his looser rim and they moan in tandem at the feeling. He smacks Yoongi's ass again, he can't help it, and he wants to hear Yoongi sound out as much as possible. Leaning over, he leaves a big, deep bite in the center of his asscheek and smacks it again for good measure.
Through his moans, Yoongi manages to say, "Inside, Tae. C'mon. Don't make me wait." He lifts up off his hands and reaches back to spread his cheeks wide, hole inviting Taehyung in.
"Okay. Shit, okay." Taehyung is breathless as he lines up with Yoongi's hole, one hand on his aching cock and the other, pressing firmly into Yoongi's waist. When he pushes in, Yoongi eagerly starts pushing back on him, making the glide go much faster than he was prepared for. He groans at the white hot feeling of Yoongi all around him. Yoongi lets out his loudest moan yet when Taehyung pushes all the way inside him.
Taehyung pulls out almost all the way and slams back in, trying to find the spot he'd discovered earlier, the one that made Yoongi feel so good. Everything's so hot, it makes it hard to focus but Taehyung is determined.
"Fuck, I don't know if I can last for you Tae. Feels too good."
"Yeah? 'm making you feel good?"
"Mmmh yeah, god– Fuck."
Taehyung's next thrust hits harder, in part from the slip as their bodies sweat to their exertion. Yoongi screams. "Right– hah, right there. Shit."
Taehyung's mouth widens in an attempt to smile over his pants. He's delirious with the validation that he's making Yoongi feel good.
"Right here?" He pushes in again in the same place and Yoongi cries out into the room.
"Yes, please. God yeah." Yoongi's babbling into the sheets as Taehyung starts to thrust with motivation, wilder and harder than he was before.
"Gonna make you come, hyung. Gonna make it so good for you. No one else will compare."
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Taehyung is relentless, chasing after Yoongi's orgasm. He slams into his prostate with every thrust, using his hands to pull Yoongi's waist down onto him to make the impact that much harder and Yoongi is screaming. A little more of this and he'll be hoarse the next day.
"C'mon hyung, let go for me. Let go."
He reaches around to stroke Yoongi's cock, to get him that much closer to the edge. Yoongi cries into his bedsheets and wails when one thrust is particularly hard.
Taehyung can feel himself getting close but he won't finish until Yoongi comes. He strokes Yoongi's cock faster, rubbing at the tip and twisting his wrist every time he strokes down. He can feel Yoongi tensing, readying his body. Just a little more…
He spits on his hand and brings it back to Yoongi's cock. The spit added to his pre makes the strokes wet. He fucks into Yoongi as hard as he can and finally, finally. Yoongi comes with a shout that their neighbors undoubtedly would complain about.
Taehyung fucks Yoongi through his orgasm and the tight clench of his ass is what finally brings him over the edge too. He comes with an exhausted moan, spills deep into the condom in Yoongi and collapses on the bed next to him.
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Sleep is hanging low on his eyelids but Taehyung can't fall asleep, won't let himself go just yet. There is still one thing he has to get off his chest.
"Hyung, what are we?"
A muffled hmm is the only response he gets. Yoongi must be closer to sleep than he thought. Still, Taehyung sits up and presses on.
"Because I don't think I can be just roommates with you anymore…"
That gets a response from Yoongi. He opens a bleary eye and lets out half an aborted laugh. Sitting up, he takes Taehyung's hand in his, and speaks. "I mean, I don't mind not going back to being roommates again if it means we can keep fucking like that."
"That's not what I meant, hyung," Taehyung whines in his ear.
Laughing more genuinely, Yoongi answers him. "I know, I know. Let's start with a date, hmm?"
"A date?"
"Mhm, tomorrow. Just tell me where and hyung will take you wherever you want."
Taehyung doesn't verbally answer him but he does launch himself into Yoongi's unprepared arms, nearly knocking them off the bed. Yoongi was only offering one date but he was confident that he'd get a second and a third. He'd make sure they were all fun and cozy and romantic until he got the title.
"It's a date!"