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“You look like shit.”

Well, if this isn’t the nicest way to be greeted by your best friend. Taehyung just glares at a snickering Jeongguk as he drops his bag on the floor, kicks off his shoes and jumps on the couch. The groan that left his mouth gets muffled against the pillows he has shoved his face in.

“Thanks,” He grumbles and kicks his leg in frustration as he looks up at his friend again. “I really needed that support.”

The thing is, he and Jeongguk knew each other since high school. They’re inseparable, attached by the hip – well, maybe not so much anymore since the younger found himself a boyfriend but Taehyung has no problem crushing their dates and third wheeling while sticking his tongue out at his best friend when he demands the attention of the younger’s boyfriend. It had taken Jeongguk a few months to get the courage to ask the older boy out and another few weeks to finally make things official and actually introduce him to Taehyung. Until then he only knew the other guy as Thiccmin and Taehyung did not refrain from telling Jimin this the second they finally met.

Thinking about it, maybe that’s the reason why Jeongguk is being extra pissy in the last weeks. Especially to him. Or maybe it’s just because Taehyung is just stressed – student life, ya know? Additionally, comes the emptiness of his wallet, the fact that he got fired from his job as a barista and – oh, well, of course, the intentional lack of sex in his life. Which is a good and a bad thing at the same time.

“It’s because of your dry spell,” Jeongguk pipes up from where he’s sitting on the kitchen counter, eating a bowl of cereal. Taehyung has half the mind to throw a badly aimed pillow in his direction because how fucking often did he already tell him to keep his dusty ass off the counter?! And does the little brat ever listen?! Of fucking course not. No one ever listens to him.

“It’s not a dry spell,” Taehyung replies, turning around on his back to stare at the ceiling. “It’s celibacy.” And it really is. Taehyung has always enjoyed sex. Of course, he did. Almost everyone does but in the past months – maybe a little longer than that – things haven’t really felt satisfying for him. After he broke up with his girlfriend last year he only had short flings or one night stands and he’s okay with that. Really. It’s not because he misses having a relationship… it’s just… Every time he would get together with another girl he would find new things that annoyed him about the sex – things that never really bugged him. Or they did but he had always ignored that feeling when he was a teen because, well, it was sex and sex is great but not so much anymore if you start getting annoyed by your partner. He thought it was just because of bad luck, always picking the wrong girls to sleep with but after the Incident™, he has definitely accepted his celibacy.

Jeongguk, though, hasn’t. “You need to get laid.”

“I do certainly not,” Taehyung says, annoyance dripping from his voice. They had this type of conversation a lot of times because – okay, Taehyung accepts that he has been tenser since he stopped sleeping around but he’s not about to let any girl kill his dick accidentally.

The younger does not get it. How could he? Taehyung likes Jimin, don’t get him wrong but the guy is loud. Very loud. And their walls are paper thin and of course, Jeongguk likes sex and can’t get enough of it when his boyfriend is Park (big ass) Jimin. Jeongguk always had a thing for guys with a big butt. Taehyung agrees with him on that part – well, minus the guy part. But even though Taehyung is not gay he can definitely admit that Jimin’s ass might be a little out of this world.

Jeongguk is adamant about getting him to end his sworn act of celibacy though. But his next sentence causes Taehyung to get something close to a traumatic flashback. “Well, then get someone to at least blow you –“

“Hell no!” He exclaims loudly, startling both himself and the younger male on the counter. Jeongguk catches himself in the last second to not fall down the counter from the sudden outburst. He did, though, spill some of his cereal on the floor. Which leads him to glare at Taehyung who could only think about the safety of his little him. “I’m not risking the safety of my little Taehyung.”

“What the hell are you even talking about?” Jeongguk snaps. He’s getting down from the counter, avoiding the splashes of spilled cereal and settles down next to Taehyung. Not before very aggressively shoving his feet off the couch. “I didn’t understand why you even stopped wanting to have sex and now you’re afraid of blowjobs? Are you sure you’re alright?”

Well, no. Taehyung is most definitely not alright. He wishes he would still enjoy sex or that he would have the ability to really enjoy it for the first time but eh. Sex never felt right with any girl he ever slept with. “I’m just – tired. It’s so exhausting, really, especially if nothing really feels good anymore,” He whines, turning around to clutch on Jeongguk’s legs.

The younger lets him nuzzle his face against his very muscular thighs, eyes boring into his. “Elaborate,” He demands of him.

“Well, I stopped hooking up because I definitely can’t take it anymore,” Taehyung sighs, thinking back to his last hookups. “I don’t know – everything about sex kinda starts to annoy me. Not the feeling but like – of course, sex feels great but everything around it is kinda becoming pretty annoying. You know, I always end up with long hair all over my bed and in my mouth. Do you know how hard it is to apply just the right pressure to boobs so that the girl will like it but not hurt them? Every time a girl rides me I have to close my eyes or else I’ll start laughing because it looks just so funny when her boobs kind of rotate while she’s bouncing and I definitely don’t want to offend anyone. I’m sick of their high pitched moans as if we’re pornstars and then these screeches - Oppa! Oppa!”

Taehyung pauses. “I don’t know… I mean, sex feels great physically but like, it’s kind of mentally tiring when you know you don’t really enjoy it anymore. God, I wish I would look forward to sex,” He sighs, “I mean, I like girls, they’re nice, cute and aesthetically pleasing to look at but maybe – maybe this is the sign to take a break from sex. Maybe this is some karma-thing because I haven’t forwarded this mass email about hot single ladies in my close vicinity.”

When he finishes his small rant Jeongguk is still staring at him with a judging gaze. Honestly, Taehyung is starting to get a little scared by his behavior. “And the blowjob thing?” The younger questions after getting over the initially long pause.

“Ah,” Taehyung smiles. He kind of hoped that Jeongguk would have forgotten about that part. He is not too thrilled to share his near-death experience but well, here goes nothing. “It’s kind of – I think every girl that I met did it wrong because it never really felt that pleasant. You know, one just kinda drooled all over my dick and I mean, really excessively – It was a little gross, to be honest. And another was kind of making noises all the time but not really doing anything else than licking me like she was eating a lollipop. I mean, it felt kind of good but at the same time – not so special. And you know, the last one, the last one quite literally bit my dick! I think I never went soft so fast in my entire life!”

“Okay…” Jeongguk trails off. “I see your problem but like, blowjobs – I can’t imagine anything better and I’m literally fucking Jimin. But like, blowjobs are the best thing in the whole world and I would lend you Jimin to prove that to you but – no. He’s my boyfriend and the only dick he’s getting to suck for the rest of his life is mine.”

He wishes he would have that sentence on camera. That was such a Jeongguk thing to say.

“Romantic,” Taehyung deadpans and lightly shoves the younger. “I don’t want Jimin to suck my dick, anyway.”

“But I might have –” Jeongguk suggestively wiggles his eyebrows as he starts talking, fingers typing away on his phone. “– I might have someone who can show you a very good time.”

Taehyung is already scared.

“Jeongguk,” He warns. Whenever his best friend starts talking with this voice something bad is about to happen. Something that will definitely backfire. Something that will definitely backfire on Taehyung and no one else. “I swear, I don’t want another girl trying her luck –“

“It’s a boy,” His friend interrupts him nonchalantly. As if he mentioned the weather or something. Not that he wants Taehyung to hook up with a boy for a blowjob.

For a second and another second and then a couple more seconds, Taehyung stays silent. Because he frankly has no idea what to say, what to reply to that. Why doesn’t he have any idea? Well, Jeongguk knows him since middle school because they both hated math, they bonded over that and then became best friends that defied the bullies they faced. And why were they even bullied in the first place? Well, Jeongguk has never been quiet about his raging homosexuality and Taehyung has never been quiet when it came to defending his best friend. But there’s one thing that Jeongguk is and Taehyung not…

“I’m not gay,” He blurts out a little belated but it doesn’t seem to faze Jeongguk in his idea at all.

“Have you ever even tried anything with a guy before?”

“No? But I’m still not gay.” Taehyung would very much prefer it to not have this conversation right now but it seems like Jeongguk is very adamant about this whole thing.

“Well, maybe not yet,” He says as if changing one’s sexuality is as easy as changing a shirt or something. “Okay, let me show you something and maybe that will change your mind.”

Jeongguk practically shoves his phone into the other’s face. It takes him a second to adjust to the sudden brightness and closeness of the display. Taehyung stares at the displayed picture. The edges are a little blurry and it seems to be taken during the summer at a pool or something. In the center of the photo sits a guy, blue hair half hidden under a black bucket hat. He seems to have taken shelter from the bright burning of the sun under a sunshade. His skin looks a little pale, even paler against the striped shirt he’s wearing.

It might seem like a totally normal photo you take of your friend at the pool but that wouldn’t have had anything to do with the conversation he and Jeongguk have at the moment. The thing that Taehyung is probably supposed to focus on is the guys face.

He has small eyes, crinkled around the edges because he has an icy glare directed at the camera. Right next to his left cheek is a middle finger visible, obviously directed at the camera. In the other hand is a popsicle. Still, nothing that could even hint at what kind of relevancy this picture plays in this conversation.

At least, not until Jeongguk taps on the display and Taehyung realizes that this is definitely not a picture but a video.

At first, the video shakes a little and Taehyung could definitely hear Jeongguk giggling in the background of the video. He zooms so that the face of the blue haired guy fills the display almost completely. He hasn’t noticed the camera yet and is still looking somewhere off the camera unbothered. Taehyung stares in fascination as the guy raises the hand which holds the popsicle and proceeds to – well, what else is he supposed to say? The guy proceeds to shove the whole goddamn popsicle down his fucking throat like it’s nothing. Taehyung almost chokes while watching.

There’s Jeongguk losing his shit behind the camera and the guy’s attention snaps towards him. He pulls the popsicle from between his lips like it’s nothing, a small string of spit connecting it to his pouty lips. It’s obscene. But also kind of hot. Then he proceeds to glare so hard at the camera and flips it off that Taehyung actually feels the coldness of it through the phone. The video cuts off, freezing on the scowling male.

Even though Taehyung feels weirdly turned on he’s also kind of terrified of the beautiful and scary blue haired guy in the video.

Jeongguk is staring at him expectantly but Taehyung’s eyes are still locked on the display of the other’s phone. “He looks like he’s definitely going to bite my dick off,” He whispers horrified.

“But in a hot kind of way, right?” Jeongguk exclaims enthusiastically and puts his phone away. There’s some kind of dreamy expression on his face.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?”

“I do and I love Jimin but damn,” Jeongguk snaps, immediately coming back to his senses as his face takes on a serious expression again. “If I didn’t have a boyfriend I would definitely get in the queue to spend one night with this guy.”

“Queue?” Like a lot of times, Taehyung, again, has no idea what his best friend is even talking about.

“Yeah, you don’t know because you’re a supposedly het but every guy is trying to get in his pants,” The younger explains as if he’s uncovering a top-secret information about saving the world or something, “Saying goes that he’s so talented with his tongue that he makes girls and boys alike come in under a minute.”

“That’s impossible,” Taehyung whispers. His stomach does a little swoop and he doesn’t know why he wants to know if that saying is actually true.

“You tell me,” The younger shrugs with a shit eating grin as he sets his phone down on the table. That grin only means misery for Taehyung. And now his stomach sinks not because of excitement but because of fear. “I texted him that my friend thinks blowjobs suck – no pun intended – and that he needs someone to show him the bliss of getting your soul sucked out of your dick.”

“You asshole!” Taehyung shrieks in horror as he lunges forward but Jeongguk has always been the more athletic one of them and easily dodges the badly aimed punch at his shoulder.

“Hey, I’m doing you a favor here!” He yells over his shoulder as he cowers for safety in the corner of the living room, phone pressed to his chest and a smirk still present on his lips.

“What’s his name anyway?” Taehyung sighs. He knows that once Jeongguk has set his mind to something then there’s no stopping him. And now he seems to be set on getting Taehyung the supposedly ‘suck of his life’. Well, maybe this guy doesn’t look that much like a guy.

“Min Yoongi.”

-

When nothing happens for the next few days Taehyung is sure that Jeongguk has actually just been fucking with him and hasn’t messaged that Yoongi guy. But during those days he has also grown quite curious about the male that his best friend talked about.

Min Yoongi.

Apparently, he also visits his university. He is a year ahead of him and seems to actually be pretty popular among every gender. There are a lot of people who claimed to have spent a night with him some time. Min Yoongi is two years older, studies music composition and production, comes from Daegu, has an older brother and a dog named Holly – is it obvious that Taehyung kind of stalked the other’s Facebook and Instagram? Maybe… Anyway, the guy is also very fucking pretty. Speaking completely objectively and with a big ‘no homo’ tag on it.

Well, so much for no homo when Taehyung is actually feeling a little disappointed that nothing happened in the last week. God, maybe the celibacy is taking its toll on him and makes him consider getting sexual with another male even though he never ever lost any thought to that in his previous life. Or maybe this is like his gay awakening? God, he doesn’t know.

He should definitely distract himself or he’ll start having wet dreams about a guy he never met while trying very hard to keep his heterosexuality.

His phone suddenly lights up with a new message and Taehyung gets excited at the prospect of spending the night with Jeongguk and a shit ton of video games but the text is not from his best friend. It’s neither from any of the other numbers he has saved – which is highkey unlikely because he has more than half of campus saved to his contacts.

He stares at the text for a few long seconds in which he desperately wills the letters to trade places and form a different sentence. But they don’t. He never received such an ominous and scary text in the entirety of his twenty-one years of life.

The three dots indicating that the other person is typing almost pop up immediately.

Taehyung chokes on his spit. Min motherfucking Yoongi. As if someone has been listening to his thoughts the elder has actually texted him. Holy motherfucking shit – Jeongguk has not been kidding and did Min Yoongi just really offered to blow him just because Jeongguk asked him to?

What the actual fuck?!

He’s still a little suspicious about all of this. But if this is actually Min Yoongi… well, Taehyung has battled enough times with himself to know that he is not completely opposed to having his dick shoved down a talented throat. Just to know how a blowjob is actually supposed to feel!

Two new messages come in. The first one is a picture and Taehyung taps on it without really thinking about what he’s going to come face to face with. He chokes, eyes almost falling out of his head as he’s confronted with a close-up of Yoongi’s face – which is #gorgeous – and a freaking dildo. A pink one. Glittery. Why the fuck does it glitter.

Taehyung is still trying to calm his breathing but he somehow manages to reply to the elder’s text. Well, at least he’s now sure that he’s not getting catfished by someone pretending to be Yoongi. The black-haired guy in the picture is definitely the elder male. And he looks even better than he did in blue, blond and pink – he may actually look good in everything? The audacity?

Taehyung rolls his eyes at the sassy response. He doesn’t believe that he’s actually looking through his gallery for an adequate dick pic at the moment. God, what has he become?

At least, he has a lot of pictures to choose from because hello? Taking nudes gives him some kind of self-confidence he may lack otherwise. And he’s fucking pretty without his clothes on, okay? He knows what he’s got and how to work it. No Min Yoongi and no pink, glittery dildo is going to bring him down now.

It takes a minute or two until a reply comes in and Taehyung spends the time nervously chewing on his bottom lip. What if Yoongi is going to make this pic go viral? What if this has been some kind of joke? What if he’s actually been catfished after all? What if –

Well, he might not know what the ’Nice.’ is supposed to mean but Yoongi wants to meet up.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Min Yoongi is going to suck his dick. Like his actual dick.

-

When the elder walks into the café Taehyung’s heart stops for a moment. The other is dressed for the cold weather outside, a black beanie covering his dark hair, a scarf wrapped around his neck and a facemask covering the lower part of his face. But he’s still absolutely beautiful and for a moment Taehyung forgets how to function.

Taehyung always thought about himself as someone who could easily appreciate any form of beauty without prejudices or his sexuality influencing his views. And he was always able to do so. He doesn’t have a problem with admitting that guys can be very beautiful but Min Yoongi… Min Yoongi is the most beautiful human being that Taehyung has ever laid eyes upon. His feline-like eyes bore through Taehyung’s skin with every gaze he directs into his direction. Whenever a word leaves his pinkish lips they form the most adorable pout in the whole world. His voice sounds like gravel, deep and it rumbles in the depth of Taehyung’s chest whenever the other speaks.

After both of them helped themselves to something to drink – Taehyung blushing when he ordered his hot chocolate while Yoongi just snorted at his choice and ordering a simple black coffee – they settle at a secluded table in the corner.

Yoongi doesn’t start the conversation. The elder avoids eye contact mostly and stirs his coffee. Whenever their gazes do meet though, both of them quickly avert their eyes with a blush covering their cheeks. Taehyung doesn’t really know why he feels so goddamn nervous, his heart fluttering violently against his chest and his fingers trembling from nerves. This strangely feels like some kind of awkward date between two very shy people – the only difference is that this is not a date. It’s just a meeting in a neutral place before they get down to the dirty stuff.

“So… how come I’m at the top of the list?” Taehyung finally breaks the silence that stretched since their awkward greetings and introductions. The second those words leave his lips he wants to smack himself because who just asks that? He should have thought about something else to say but eh. No take backs now. Hopefully, he didn’t ruin anything now.

Yoongi finally meets his eyes and a shiver runs down Taehyung’s spine. The elder musters him a little strangely like he doesn’t really know what he’s talking about. “What list?”

“Jeongguk said that people queue up to get in bed with you and your – tongue technology,” Taehyung whispers the last part – looking around suspiciously as if someone would eavesdrop on their conversation. He doesn’t want to be responsible for mentally scarring a little child and getting scolded by its mother.

Yoongi chokes on his coffee. Spluttering a little while his face turns a deep shade of red. “I’m gonna kill that little brat,” he growls under his breath, more to himself than to Taehyung and the younger suddenly starts fearing for the safety of his best friend. “The brat is talking shit. I get a lot of offers – yeah, but I’m not whoring around. Not that it’s a bad thing but half the people who claim that they had sex with me are probably lying. I have standards – very high standards and I don’t just sleep with anyone who asks and is a little decent. So you should feel lucky that you’re one of the carefully picked people I’m actually sleeping with.”

It’s not as if the prospect of sleeping with someone is offsetting enough to make him sweat with anxiety but it’s the way Yoongi worded their encounter. As far as Taehyung is concerned they are not going to do anything beyond him getting the supposedly best blowjob of all time – which is highly unlikely. But hey, maybe Yoongi is an artist with his tongue.

The shock must have been as clear as day on his face because a second later Yoongi is breaking out in deep laughter.

“Don’t freak out,” Yoongi reassures him. He casually reaches over the table to pat his hand. Taehyung notices the similar size, the long bony fingers – so much different from the hand of a girl. “Kook told me about your little situation. I’m not doing anything else than the blowjob if you don’t want me to. Which is unlikely but eh. I’ll take what I get.”

Taehyung doesn’t know what to reply so he just smiles awkwardly and takes a sip of his too hot chocolate.

The time flies by rather quickly. They talk as of they’ve known each other since forever – after they got over the initial awkwardness of meeting under such circumstances for the first time, of course. He enjoys their time together but he can’t help but remind himself again and again that this feels suspiciously close to a date. The longer they sit there, the more he gets convinced that Jeongguk did something very, very bad and kind of tricked him into something that he didn’t agree to but at the same time, he finds himself so endeared with Yoongi that he doesn’t really mind their ‘date’-like situation.

-

Taehyung feels like a stranger in his own home.

He feels as if he steps foot inside of a strangers apartment when he follows Yoongi inside. The elder doesn’t look like he’s never been here before. It makes Taehyung wonder just how close him and Jeongguk are and how the younger managed to hide Yoongi from him for this long. And especially why.

Yoongi carries himself with so much grace and ease that he fits right in. As if he belongs in this apartment. Taehyung stays in the living room, awkwardly shifting from side to side as he watches Yoongi take off his coat, his scarf, his beanie, his facemask, his shoes – god, he feels so weird just watching him move around. Jeongguk is staying at Jimin’s place for the weekend but somehow Taehyung wishes he would be here right now. Everything is better than the tension-filled air between them.

He hasn’t even noticed how Yoongi is already standing in the entrance to Taehyung’s room, looking at him expectantly. “You can get onto the bed and make yourself comfortable,” He says with a small smile. It does little to ease Taehyung’s beating heart.

“Okay,” He replies quietly. With slow and a little unsteady steps, he walks past the smaller male, taking off his coat and scarf on the way before he crawls onto the bed. When he glances back Yoongi has closed the door behind himself and is taking off his hoodie to expose a huge oversized shirt, the black cloth revealing his collarbones due to the low hanging neckline.

Taehyung swallows thickly and scoots back on the bed to lean against the headboard. His palms are getting sweaty and he starts feeling a little lightheaded when Yoongi gets on the bed in front of him. The mattress dips and he feels transfixed by the other’s gaze, it’s impossible for him to look away from the elder. Yoongi is hovering over him now, almost over his lap, one hand holding himself up on the headboard while the other is carefully settling down on top of Taehyung’s left thigh.

“So, kissing okay or not?” He asks, leaning closer and closer. Taehyung needs a few seconds to work out how to speak again. The elder is so close to him, his breath smells of coffee as it ghosts over Taehyung’s lips. He gulps. God, how can one person make him feel like he lost all control over himself and forgets how to properly function?

Yoongi’s hand on his thigh moves up a bit, one thumb stroking over his hipbone through the jeans and Taehyung’s heart stutters, breath catching in his throat. “Please,” He whispers, not even caring about how desperate his voice sounds already even though nothing happened. He might be a little more interested in this than he originally thought. Yoongi smiles at his response even though the smile hints at looking like a cocky smirk but Taehyung doesn’t pay any mind to it when plush lips are suddenly on his.

The kiss feels light at first. A light and innocent press of lips and it eases Taehyung’s nerves immensely. He has kissed a lot of people in his lives and h also kissed a lot of people who were very, very good at what they were doing with their lips but Yoongi is something else. His lips are soft, they taste of coffee but they’re rough when Yoongi starts pressing against his lips a little more insistently.

Taehyung finds himself clinging to the other’s shoulders to have something to hold onto when the kiss gets a little more fast-paced. A tongue swipes over his bottom lip and he opens his mouth with a small whine. Yoongi has settled on top of him now, a welcoming weight on his thighs while his hands soon start to travel all over his body. The smooth over his arms, run through his hair, carefully caress the side of his face. They ghost over his abdomen, making Taehyung tremble when they settle on his hips and dip under the waistband of his pants for a second. It almost draws a moan from his lips.

They seem to be everywhere on him but not where he wants them to be. Yoongi lets one hand stay on his hip while the other grabs the back of his neck, clinging to the short hairs there and pulling slightly. Taehyung whines in the back of his throat, pushing his hips up against Yoongi who only chuckles into the kiss.

“Relax,” The elder whispers against his lips, “No need to hurry.”

Yoongi crowds further against him, pushing him against the headboard insistently as he pushes his tongue forcefully past his lips. This time he doesn’t hold back from letting a moan vibrate through his chest and Taehyung reaches out to wrap both his arms around the elder, pulling him as close as humanly possible. Yoongi kisses him back just as eager, a few whiney sounds leaving his own mouth as he pushes his hips forward. It’s almost embarrassing how easily Taehyung gets turned on by the elder but he’s too far gone now to think about why it feels as good as it does.

His hands roam over the other’s back, just shy of reaching low enough to touch the elder’s ass. Yoongi pushes closer, creating delicious friction against Taehyung who could really do this all evening long. They keep making out for a little while longer and just when Taehyung feels himself getting so into it that he can’t focus on anything else than the feelings of the elder’s lips against his own and his hips on top of him.

“Sit up and take off your shirt and pants,” Yoongi growls against his lips. Pushing away from him and sitting down at the end of the bed. Taehyung follows the other’s instructions instantly. He’s quick to obey the other’s commands, getting out of his pants, socks, and shirt in record time. The feeling of just being left in his underwear makes room for a little vulnerability to settle in his chest and he timidly glances up at the elder.

His breath gets stuck in his throat again and his eyes almost bulge out of his head as he watches how Yoongi shimmies out of his own pants. Why is he getting out of his pants? Why is he taking off his own pants?

Yoongi chuckles again at his shell-shocked expression. “Only getting a little comfortable,” Yoongi reassures him. No matter what he might have said, nothing could distract Taehyung from the sight of Min Yoongi in panties. The black material stretches over his ass, lace covering his milky skin. God, he’s never been this hard in his entire life and he can’t wait to have the other’s lips on his dick.

His breath comes in short pants and he’s not even embarrassed about the small wet spot at the front of his boxers as Yoongi gets comfortable between his legs. He’s pushing them open with insistent hands, fingers skimming over his thighs and digging into the flesh. His lips are ghosting over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, he’s leaving butterfly kisses there and Taehyung tries desperately not to tremble too much. He leaves a small kiss right at the wet spot on his boxers and what leaves Taehyung’s lips is something best described as a wheeze.

He chuckles at Taehyung’s expression, laying his head down on his hipbone and gazing up at him through his lashes. “I promise that I won’t bite your dick off,” He jokes and before Taehyung could reply anything at all there’s a hot tongue pressing against his tip through the fabric of his boxers. His hips kick up on instinct and he balls his fist by his sides, a pitiful whine coming from his mouth.

Yoongi smiles against his boxers, lips pressing against him with the occasional swipe of a tongue. Even the mere teasing already leaves him breathless and he’s a second away from actually begging the elder to start finally but Yoongi beats him to it.

“I’m gonna take off your boxers now.”

“Please,” Taehyung whines. His fingers are buried in the sheets, his back pressed harshly into the headboard and he must have almost bit his lip bloody by now. He stares down at Yoongi who is returning his gaze with the most sinful smirk in the whole world.

“Hold onto my hair if you need to and don’t be afraid to pull,” Yoongi whispers, winking. “It turns me on.”

Taehyung groans, throwing his head back and threading his fingers through the other’s dark locks just as his boxers draw over his dick. He hisses at the sudden coldness but before he could even register it properly there’s a hot tongue licking up from his base to the tip.

It feels kind of like magic. Like something not from this world even though nothing really is happening that no one else ever did to him. It’s just a tongue on his dick but at the same time, it’s not. It’s Min Yoongi’s tongue and it feels out of this world.

Yoongi’s tongue rolls around his tip and Taehyung’s hips kick up in reflex. The elder presses his thumbs against his hipbones, keeping him down as there are lips wrapping around the top of his dick and then… god, then the magic really starts. Yoongi slowly goes down, tongue pressing against the underside of his dick while his cheeks are hollowed and everything is hot and wet and perfect and then Yoongi goes lower and lower until Taehyung feels himself slip down the other’s throat.

“F-Fuck –“ Taehyung gasps, bending forward a bit as he grips his hair when the other gags but keeps going. Just keeps going, swallowing around him as he comes up again. He sucks at his tip, letting his tongue poke in the slit before going down once more.

Taehyung feels kinda close to coming the second he locks eyes with Yoongi and the elder lets out a long moan as his tongue snakes out to tease against his balls while he still has his cock down his throat. Taehyung wonders if the other actually unhinged his jaw to do this or if he could naturally just open his mouth that wide. Either way – it’s absolutely amazing and he’s afraid of coming too soon. He never wants this to end.

How the fuck has he ever said that blowjobs suck?

“Hyung –“ He tries to warn him but the elder only hums again.

He starts sucking now, the noises are obscene, wet and filthy. His heart hammers so hard against his ribcage that he thinks it’s going to break through. Yoongi is a champion at this and for the first time, Taehyung is convinced that the one going down on him is actually enjoying it. The girls who were blowing him before always seemed like they were just forcing themselves to do it because they wanted to please him. Yoongi seems like this is just as pleasing for him as it is for Taehyung and he doesn’t look like he’s acting at all.

Taehyung is convinced that the elder has a pact with the devil or something because there is just no way that he is this naturally talented. It couldn’t be this long when he already feels the warmth gather in his stomach, the electricity buzzing through his veins as he pulls at Yoongi’s hair a little harsher. He feels like he’s actually leaving his body and is astral projecting in another dimension that his orgasm completely surprises him.

It comes out of thin air, punching him in the stomach as the galaxy explodes behind his eyelids. A long drawn out moan leaves his lips and he swears he blacks out for a second. Yoongi doesn’t stop sucking, swallows every drop and doesn’t even let go after Taehyung is completely spent. He continues sucking like his life depends on it, moans vibrating against his dick. He keeps at it until Taehyung sheds tears of oversensitivity, until he almost feels like coming again and only then does Yoongi let off.

He feels like passing out, his breath comes short and fast and he’s sure that his legs have turned to jelly. His spent dick twitches with new interest – even though Taehyung thought it would be impossible after his soul just got sucked right through it – when he locks eyes with the sinful gaze of Yoongi. The elder is staring up at him, eyes wide and seemingly innocent while his swollen lips are glistening with cum.

The other looks so fuckable and he could see how hard he is. God, Taehyung has never felt like this before and the fact that Yoongi got so turned on only by sucking him off makes him think about getting hard again.

Fucking fuck shit. That was the most amazing experience in his whole life. He might actually start to believe in God now because of Min Yoongi’s freaking mouth and the magic it could perform.

“And?” Yoongi smirks up at him. “What do you think about my tongue technology?”

“That it’s underrated,” Taehyung pants, only now slowly getting his breath back. Oh, he feels too dizzy, too much like jello to move much. “I think I passed out in the middle. Please, kiss me.”

He doesn’t know where the sudden wish comes from, he doesn’t know where the sudden confidence comes from either. It doesn’t look like Yoongi minds much as he immediately climbs up his legs and settles on his lap. They fall back on the mattress, legs intertwined as Taehyung finally gains the confidence to let his hands freely roam over the other’s ass.

They’re kissing as if they’re starving for it. Yoongi moans into his mouth as their hips grind together urgently. Taehyung has never thought that he could recover this quickly from such a mind-blowing orgasm but when he feels Yoongi moving on top of him, whining against his lips he feels his dick stir in interest again.

Fuck.

Why did he never experiment with a guy before, again? He not gay? Maybe he should reconsider that.

Is it possible to only be attracted to one member of the same sex? Or is Yoongi like his – his gay awakening? Does something like that exist? Was he gay all this time and didn’t enjoy sex with girls because of that?

“Wanna know how it is to fuck a guy?” Yoongi growls against his lips and against all former beliefs Taehyung is actually getting harder from the question and its implications alone.

“Hell yes.”

They continue kissing. Hands all over each other’s body as Taehyung scrambles to get Yoongi out of his shirt as fast as possible. He easily turns them around, hovering over Yoongi as he presses both his hands in the mattress with one of his own hands. His fingers skim lightly over the hardened nipples of the elder and Yoongi arches his back off the bed as far as it could go. A loud whine leaves his lips and a shiver runs down his spine.

“You like that?” Taehyung asks as he presses his thumb more insistently against the other’s nipple.

Yoongi whimpers again, struggling against the other’s strong hold as he nods. “Yes – fuck – you’re doing so good.” The words run through Taehyung like molten gold and he doesn’t even register the whine that leaves his lips. It makes Yoongi smirk.

“And you like being praised?” Yoongi teases. To avoid having to answer the obvious Taehyung ducks down and closes his lips around the nipple which hasn’t gotten any attention from him yet. Sucking on it and licking around it, gently biting down on it to hear Yoongi moan. It does little to distract Yoongi from what he just learned about the other’s love for getting praised and he starts to abuse that knowledge immediately.

“Fucking good with your tongue,” He moans and threads his fingers through the other’s hair, pressing him closer to his chest. Taehyung has long abandoned holding him down and is happily whining against his chest with every word of the elder. “Fuck – Taehyung – touch me more. You’re doing so good, amazing – you’re the best. Fuck – yes…”

Taehyung is desperately kissing all over his chest, leaving marks wherever he could reach as his hands keep skimming over Yoongi’s ass. It’s not the first time he sees lace panties and it’s definitely not the first time he feels them but this is Yoongi. It’s Yoongi’s ass and those are Yoongi’s panties and holy motherfucking shit.

“T-Tae –“ Yoongi pulls him back by his hair, looking up at him like he’s the sexiest person he ever laid eyes upon. “You’re a good boy, yeah?”

Taehyung nods enthusiastically. God, the things Yoongi does to him. He’s really known him for like half a day but it’s like Yoongi knows everything about him. No one ever figured out his praise kink and he always felt too awkward to share it with his previous girlfriends. But Yoongi is – fuck – Yoongi is special and Taehyung wants to do everything possible to him.

The elder snaps him out of his thoughts quickly. “Wanna prep me?”

“Show me how,” He gasps, head running wild with imagination. Should he be disgusted? Like – he’s actually thinking about putting a finger up another guy’s asshole but – it’s Yoongi.

The elder rolls onto his side, leaning down to feel around for his pants. Taehyung can’t take his eyes off the other’s ass which is still tightly clad in the black lace panties. When he comes back up there’s a bottle of lube in his hands and he’s about to get out of his underwear when Taehyung quickly stops him. “Keep them on,” He demands shakily, fingers carefully skimming over the little bow at the front. “You look fucking pretty with them.”

“Got a little kink there?”

“Maybe I just discovered one,” Taehyung laughs but he quickly shuts up when Yoongi’s finger disappears in his panties. The expression on the other’s face is priceless and Taehyung knows exactly when his finger dips inside the other’s hole.

His heart goes crazy and he can’t help but push the elder down on his back again, replacing his hand with his own. The lube feels a little cold and sticky on his fingers but it quickly warms up against Yoongi’s burning skin. The lace disrupts his vision but because of that he feels even more. Yoongi’s skin is burning up but it’s nothing compared to the hot and velvet sensation suddenly engulfing the tip of his finger and he smiles.

This is something he knows.

It’s a little different from fingering a girl but at the same time not so much. Yoongi turns putty in his hands – or rather on his fingers. He quickly goes up to two fingers, scissoring them inside of the elder who moans encouragingly. This is – fucking awesome. He presses kisses along the other’s jawline, sucking on his skin until it blooms in different colors.

“Just like that,” Yoongi shakily whines, fingers pulling lightly at his hair. “You’re fucking - ah there – fucking good with your hands.”

“So, I’ve been told,” Taehyung smiles. He presses a third finger inside the elder, crooking them slightly and it seems to do the trick.

“Oh god – the best – fuck – you’re really amazing,” Yoongi moans, pressing his hips up against the younger’s fingers. “Don’t fucking stop!”

Taehyung keeps pressing against the spot, the velvety and hot walls of the other squeezing him tightly. God, Yoongi looks so fucking good right now and Taehyung really has to concentrate on not coming from the visual alone. He keeps fucking his fingers inside of the elder at a fast pace until Yoongi suddenly stops him, panting harshly. There’s sweat at the beginning of his hairline, a red flush ranging from the tips of his ears down to his chest.

He’s ethereal.

“Okay, fucking shit,” Yoongi pants, “Let me get your dick inside of me before I come.”

“Shit,” Taehyung curses and scrambles to get to his bedside table. Yoongi takes the condom right out of his hand and rolls it onto him with a smirk playing on his lips, lathering his dick with a generous amount of lube before pushing him against the headboard.

“You just settle down, be a good boy and I will ride the fuck out of you,” He whispers in his ear as he climbs up on his lap. Taehyung doesn’t even have time to brace himself when Yoongi starts lowering himself on his dick.

“Fuck – yes, okay.” He bites the inside of his cheeks, fingers digging into Yoongi’s hipbones as the elder lowers himself slowly on his throbbing cock.

Fucking fuck shit – there’s no way that this is supposed to feel so fucking good.

“A-ah – fuck,” Yoongi gasps, fingernails digging into his shoulders. “You’re really big –“ Both of them gasp in unison, lips pressed together when Yoongi is finally fully seated on his cock. “Oh my god - yes…”

“Hyung,” Taehyung whines and he’s so close to just thrusting up into the elder without any further ado. “H-Hyung, you feel really good.”

“I do?” Yoongi smirks and starts rocking back and forth on his lap. Taehyung swears he suddenly tightens around him on purpose. “Tight around you?”

“So fucking tight,” Taehyung hisses, hands splaying over the other’s straining thighs. The muscles under his fingers tremble from the tension of holding Yoongi up over him.

“Yes – fuck, kiss me,” Yoongi whines loudly as he starts moving a little up and down on the other’s cock. The kiss is not really a kiss. They’re really just randomly pressing their lips together, panting into each other’s mouths and letting their tongues slide against each other.

Taehyung helps the other move up and down by grabbing his hips forcefully, thrusting up as far as he could whenever Yoongi lets himself fall down. He detaches his lips from the elder, biting and sucking at the skin on his neck while working his way down over his collarbones until he eventually reaches his nipples.

“Oh god, yeah – that’s so fucking good,” Yoongi whimpers and he moves his hips a little faster. His moans are like music to Taehyung’s ears. Even though they range from low growls up to high whimpers, none of them annoy him. They only turn him on further.

Yoongi is unforgiving with his hips, fingers slipping from Taehyung’s shoulders as he fucks him hard and fast. Taehyung could barely keep up with the elder when Yoongi suddenly pushes him away. He presses Taehyung on his back, circling his hips, raising himself and slamming down again while his hands rake over the other’s chest. They leave behind faint red lines that fade after a few seconds again. “Tae, you’re so fucking hot. God, you’re amazing, make me feel so full.”

Taehyung feels like he’s flying. All the praises go straight to his head – and his dick. Fucking shit, Yoongi is absolutely amazing and Taehyung never wants to sleep with another person again.

He feels it when Yoongi gets tired when the energy leaves him slowly. He doesn’t raise his hips as enthusiastically as before until he just resumes to idly rocking back and forth on the other’s lap. A long sigh leaves his lips as he lays his head down on next to Taehyung, lips brushing the sensitive skin of his neck as he whispers against it. “Oh, baby,” He moans, “Wanna fuck me now? Get on top of me? I’m tired.”

“Oh please, please, please,” Taehyung whines. Fuck, this is what he dreamt of. Yoongi easily lets himself be flipped over and immediately locks his ankles at the small of Taehyung’s back to get him as deep inside of him as possible.

“Show me all you’ve got,” He challenges him, “Be good to hyung.”

Taehyung nods enthusiastically and sits on his knees. He pulls Yoongi’s hips up, right against him and far enough so that almost only the elder’s shoulder blades remain on the mattress. This is also something he knows how to do. Fuck – this feels better than it ever did before. The squelching of the lube is obscenely loud but none of them cared.

None of them cared how loud they are. None of them cared how hard the headboard was banging against the wall. None of them cared about their sweaty skin slipping against each other, none of them cared that they were both saying gibberish, delirious with lust and passion as the smell if sex intensifies in the air.

“Yes – yes – fuck, touch me, Tae,” Yoongi whines, fisting his hands in the blankets above his head when Taehyung pulls his hips even closer. He keeps pounding into him with full force, skin slapping against skin as he reaches down with one hand to wrap it around the elder’s red cock. “Touch me – I’m gonna come soon.”

“Yeah?” Taehyung asks with a smirk. Yoongi’s cock feels weird in his hand, a little like his own but it’s so weird because it’s not his own. The skin is as soft as his own, now wet with sweat, lube, and pre-come. “Are you gonna come for me, hyung?” Taehyung remembers what he likes to do to himself, letting his thumb brush over the other’s tip and Yoongi almost yells from pleasure.

His mouth drops open in a silent scream when Taehyung leans down and sucks on his nipple again, aiming right at his prostate with his thrusts and when his thumb swipes over the head of his dick for the second time the elder starts thrashing around violently.

“Tae –“ He whines loudly and he arches so far off the bed that Taehyung wonders how his spine hasn’t snapped already. White come splatters all over the other’s stomach and his hole sporadically tightens around him. God, he’s also so fucking close.

“Oh hyung – hyung you look so pretty,” Taehyung whimpers and only thrusts harder into him. He’s sure his grip on the other’s hips must leave bruises behind but it doesn’t seem like Yoongi minds that one.

“Yeah – fuck – don’t stop, Tae. Keep fucking me until you come,” Yoongi encourages him. Even though he looks like all tension has left his body he keeps tightening around Taehyung as good as he could manage. “Come on, show me how good you can be for me.”

“Hyung…” Taehyung leans down, covering the elder completely with his body as he sinks his teeth into his shoulder. Yoongi whispers right into his ear and goosebumps rise on his skin, a tremble starting to run through his body.

“Say my name, Tae,” Yoongi whispers, fingers pulling at Taehyung’s hair, “Say it.”

“Fuck - Yoongi –“ The stars explode behind his eyes and now he’s definitely sure that he passes out for a few seconds.

“Good boy.”

It takes a while until both of them found their breath again. Yoongi seems to be completely gone because when Taehyung started talking the elder just groaned and snuggled closer to his side. His legs feel like jelly but he stands up despite that and despite Yoongi’s mumbled protest. He comes back with a warm washcloth, wiping Yoongi down before getting back into bed.

The elder immediately wraps his arms around him and it’s the most adorable thing Taehyung has ever seen.

Boobs? Never heard of her.

-

Waking up alone is nothing new to Taehyung. He had a few one-night-stands in his life already and normally he is more than thankful when he doesn’t have to deal with a clingy one-night-stand that doesn’t want to leave. Waking up alone after he slept with Yoongi though is… hurts? A pang of disappointment rings through his chest like a knife someone stabbed there, right between his ribs and just barely missing his heart.

It was too good to be true. He was just another one-night-stand to Yoongi after all. The ‘date’ or whatever it was before they hooked up obviously meant nothing.

He just wants to shower and drown himself in self-pity.

That is until he hears the world’s most adorable sneeze coming from the kitchen. Seriously, it’s neither Jeongguk nor Jimin sneezing so it has to be Yoongi. Taehyung is up on his feet in a flash pulling on his underwear as he stumbles into the hallway.

Yoongi is standing in the kitchen, there’s a cup between his hands and he’s – god, he’s only wearing Taehyung’s shirt and the freaking panties. He could do a replay of last night right about now. He wants to eat the elder up – only if the other wants to, of course. Oh, he hopes he wants to. He wishes the other would let him touch him again and maybe take him on a real date this time.

“Mornin’,” Yoongi lowly greets him as soon as he notices Taehyung’s presence.

Not a morning person, huh. “Hey…” Taehyung replies a little uneasy. Sometimes he could read Yoongi like an open book but other times, like right now, the other’s thoughts and feelings are the biggest misery on earth.

“Don’t look so awkward,” Yoongi laughs and takes a sip of his coffee before setting the cup down on the counter. “I told you that this can mean nothing if you don’t want it to.”

Ah, the next pang of disappointment running through him but at the same time, there’s a sliver of hope blooming in his chest. This can mean nothing which means that this also could mean something. “And if… if I – you know…” He trails off.

How pathetic can he actually get? He just wants to know if the other might be feeling this – this connection between them as well.

“If you?” Yoongi stares at him a little confused but the corners of his mouth twitch upwards a little. Taehyung dares to assume that there’s also a spark of hope in the elder’s brown eyes. “If you want it to mean something?” He asks with a smirk.

Taehyung nods as a blush starts coloring his cheeks.

“Then you’ll need to clarify what it is that you want it to mean.” Yoongi is almost laughing now. The situation seems to be highly amusing to him while Taehyung is trying to not throw up his heart on the kitchen counter right now. “Just sex? Something more?”

“When we met - before - was that a date?” Taehyung asks.

And suddenly the situation is not so funny anymore. It’s Yoongi’s turn to blush beet red and avert his eyes from the younger. “I mean, if you want it to be,” He mumbles almost incomprehensible, “I – I know that I want it to be but… I’m okay with either outcome. I mean – I know how to handle a crush on my own.”

Taehyung is tempted to dig further into that topic but he thinks the other thing is more important at the moment. “I think I do want it to mean something,” He says, mentally making a note to remind himself to ask Jeongguk about how much he actually knows about the elder and his situation.

“Well, now that this is cleared up,” Yoongi coughs and tries to cover up his embarrassment that way. He looks up at him. “Mind repeating the date-thingy?”

Taehyung smiles. “Gladly. Can we go back to bed now?”

“I just made myself coffee,” Yoongi whines and gestures at the half-empty cup of steaming blackness. How someone could drink that so easily is still beyond Taehyung.

“I’ll cuddle you,” He offers with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. It seems to do the trick. Or he hopes it does the trick. He wishes it does the trick?

Yoongi is staring at him. Eyebrows knitted together but then he lets the harsh façade fall and sighs long and deep. “You can be glad that you’re cute.”

“Yay,” Taehyung cheers and scoops him up to run back to the bedroom. He almost trips over his own feet but eventually manages to get both of them safely back under the covers.

They might have done a little more than cuddling and after he told Jeongguk about this tiny detail the younger reveals why he never introduced Yoongi to him before. And this results in a lot of teasing from Taehyung because really? Yoongi harbored such an awkward crush on him that he was too afraid to have to talk to him in person – especially because he was convinced that Taehyung was a raging heterosexual. This teasing resulted in the third round of ‘fun’ which was rudely interrupted by a screeching Jeongguk who came home a little earlier than anyone has expected.

But it is safe to say that Taehyung has realized that he only thinks of girls as aesthetically pleasing to look at in a completely non-fuckable way.

He should have known from the start that he might not be as straight as he originally thought he’d be.