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Blazing heat sinks into Taehyung's thigh. Yoongi's hand rests on Taehyung's inner thigh, stroking up and down absentmindedly. Taehyung aches to take Yoongi's hand, to move it higher up, press into the warmth of his palm. But his boyfriend is staring at the TV in front of them, eyes focused on the movie playing. If he's being honest, he hasn't been paying attention to the movie at all. Yoongi was excited to watch it though, and Taehyung would never deny Yoongi anything.
So now he's sitting, cock pulsing, a bulge forming in his pyjama pants, as his boyfriend strokes closer and closer to where he desperately wants to be touched. He wants to pay attention to the movie, to take mental notes about the plot to talk about with Yoongi later, but he can't pay attention.
Taehyung came home after spending the day with Jimin and Jungkook. Those two always get in his head, convince him to do things he might not usually do. This time he was lounging in their apartment, sipping on some sort of pink drink Jimin mixed for him, listening to them talk. It sounds normal, right? Wrong.
After being friends with Jimin since they were in first grade and Jungkook since they were in middle school, he's used to hearing small details about their sex lives. But ever since they got together, they've started going into more explicit detail. Taehyung never knew you could do things during sex like playing with wax or even choking your partner. He's always been happy with his sex life with Yoongi, they take things soft and slow, sweet whispers spoken into the open air between them, and gentle kisses pressed along their bodies. Hearing how excited Jimin and Jungkook got talking about how hot and amazing it was, to trust in each other so much, to feel weightless and breath-free, sounded... really good.
How is he supposed to bring it up to Yoongi though? Is he supposed to admit that hearing about his friends sex life made him hard, made him ache to race home to Yoongi and beg him to hold his hand against his throat? There's no way he could do that. What if Yoongi thinks he's not satisfied with their sex life? He loves how they are now, and if Yoongi didn't feel comfortable with it then Taehyung would drop it. But... it can't hurt to ask.
Yoongi's hand clutches his thigh as the movie scene gets tense, his fingertips digging into the soft skin. Taehyung bites his inner lip hard, he can't help but imagine his throat in Yoongi's hand. Music plays in the background, loud enough to cover his own harsh breathing.
For a moment, Taehyung is almost sure he's going to be able to get through without alerting Yoongi, but then Yoongi's hand crawls up his thigh again, dipping under his pyjama shorts to leave trails of blazing warmth towards his cock. A whimper escapes his mouth, breathy and high pitched in the sudden stillness of the room.
"Tae?" Yoongi turns to look at him, face covered in a soft glow from the TV screen. Doll-like eyes squint at Taehyung, eyebrows furrowed in concern. "What wrong, baby?"
"Sorry, 'm okay hyung," Taehyung squirms under Yoongi's touch, eyes darting around the room. He can feel a blush creeping onto his cheeks, face heating under the stare of his boyfriend.
Yoongi scoots closer to Taehyung on the couch, ducking his head to catch Taehyung's gaze. "Do you have a fever? You're all flushed."
Taehyung moves away from Yoongi's hand. "I don't have a fever, hyung."
"Then what's wrong?" Yoongi leans closer, his hand shifting even higher only to brush against Taehyung hard cock.
A moan breaks the tense silence. Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut, silently cursing himself in his head. This is not exactly the way he wanted to start the conversation with Yoongi.
Yoongi chuckles lightly. "Is this all? Was my baby all worked up, huh? You could've said something. We can move to the bedroom."
"Ah, it's okay. You wanted to watch this movie, right?"
"We can watch it whenever, Tae," Yoongi smiles, tucking a stray piece of hair behind Taehyung's ear. "What's more important to me right now is that you need some attention."
Taehyung opens his mouth, ready to dismiss Yoongi again, but then Yoongi presses down on his cock, rubbing through the thin fabric of his pyjamas. His hips jerk up into Yoongi's touch, chasing the pleasure. Yoongi trails his hand up, teasing at Taehyung's waistband.
"Hyung, hyung, wait," Taehyung pants, grabbing Yoongi's wrist.
"Sorry, Tae. Did hyung read the mood wrong?"
Taehyung has to bite back a giggle. Yoongi definitely read his mood right, but as Jimin always says, communication is always important. "No, that's not it. I just... I was wondering if I could ask if we could try something new?"
Sharp eyes scan his face before Yoongi's lips quirk into a small smile. "Of course. Hyung is always willing to listen."
"Okay," Taehyung breathes out slowly, taking in a deep breath through his nose. "So you know how I was out with Minnie and Kookie. Well they were talking and... it really got me thinking about things."
"What sort of things? Knowing those two it could really be anything."
Taehyung's gaze wanders to stare at the photos placed on the wall behind Yoongi. "They were talking about how, um, how they've been trying breath play," Taehyung's voice raises in pitch, shoulders bunching up to his ears. "I don't know if you know what it is, but they explained it to me after I started asking more questions and well-"
"Baby, breathe. I do know what it is," Yoongi admits, a hand cupping Taehyung's face, thumb stroking over flushed cheeks.
"You do?" Taehyung snaps his focus to stare Yoongi in the eyes, soaking in every single detail of his expression. He knows that Yoongi used to do more intense things with previous partners, but they never really talked about it in detail, always more focused on how they gave each other pleasure rather than about others.
Yoongi hums, softly nodding his head. "Yeah. I've done it a few times with my last partner. I will admit I enjoyed it, but I never brought it up because I didn't need to do it. I enjoy everything we do so much that I just never thought to bring it up."
Taehyung places his hand over Yoongi's, loves the feeling of Yoongi's hand against his own. He tilts his head to the side, kissing the palm of Yoongi's hand. He's overwhelmed with the absolute love he has for his boyfriend, a swelling in his chest full of everything good.
"I never knew about it before. When I was listening to Jimin and Jungkook though,” Taehyung's nose scrunches, shoving down the embarrassment he can feel building. "I might have gotten hard imaging you doing it to me?"
A beat passes, shaky breath escaping Yoongi's mouth. Yoongi's thumb pulls down on Taehyung’s red lips. "Did you now? Did my poor baby get hard in front of his friends imaging me squeezing his pretty throat?"
Nodding, Taehyung's tongue darts out to lick at Yoongi's thumb. "I did. Want hyung to wrap his big hands around my throat and squeeze until I can't breathe."
Yoongi slips his thumb into Taehyung's open mouth, pressing down on his tongue. Their gazes are locked together, building and building until Taehyung is sure he's about to explode with want. He's not sure who moves first as lips press together. Yoongi licks at the seam of Taehyung's lips, humming under his breath as he slips his tongue into Taehyung's mouth.
Their lips fit perfectly together, crafted wholly for one another, made to be pressed closely in a way that only they know. A kiss has never felt so right, so perfect, as it has with Yoongi. Taehyung reluctantly pulls back, their lips separating with a pop.
"Bedroom?" Taehyung pants, taking in the pretty pink shine decorating Yoongi’s cheeks.
Yoongi nods, stealing another quick kiss and getting off the couch.
The next few moments all blur together, flashes of heat stirring and brushing of warm skin together. Taehyung tugs at the hem of Yoongi's shirt, smiling when Yoongi starts to pull his shirt off. Yoongi takes Taehyung's hand, pulling him into their bedroom. A few more heated kisses are exchanged, teeth nipping at lips and tongues soothing over swollen lips.
Yoongi helps push down Taehyung's pyjama shorts as Taehyung takes his shirt off, hair fluffed up after being ruffled. He falls back onto the cushioned bed, blankets still scattered from when they woke up. Sitting up on his elbows, he shifts back on the bed until he can rest half sitting up, back supported by the mountain of pillows they keep.
Yoongi crawls onto the bed, gently pushing Taehyung’s leg apart to sit in between them. Fingers, soft yet calloused from playing guitar, stroke the inner part of his thighs, leaving whispers of desire behind.
“Hyung, please,” Taehyung moans, pure need burning in his stomach. His cock weeps, dripping precum onto his stomach, aching for stimulation.
“My pretty baby, so cute and needy,” Yoongi coos, hand cupping Taehyung’s balls, applying gentle pressure and then letting go. He stretches to open a drawer in their bedside table, taking a bottle of lube out.
Yoongi pours lube onto his hand, snapping the cap shut and rubbing the lube between his fingers. Taehyung jumps slightly as Yoongi circles his rim with a cold finger. “Relax, you’re doing so good Tae,” Yoongi breathes.
Taehyung nibbles on his inner lip, letting out a slow breath. His half lidded eyes stay focused on Yoongi, watching as he moves to rest lower down, pouty lips so close to his cock.
A single long finger presses into his entrance, dragging along his walls. He swears he can feel every bit of Yoongi’s finger, can feel the calloused pad searching. A drawn out moan falls out of Taehyung’s mouth, bundles of desire pulling tight. “Hyung, ah , feels so good.”
“Yeah?” Yoongi smiles, kissing the inside of Taehyung’s thigh. “You’re being so good for me. Making hyung feel good too.”
Another finger presses against his rim, sliding in beside the other. Then warmth surrounds his aching length, Yoongi mouth tight and hot around his cock. Small moans echo as Yoongi continues to suck on his cock. Fingers stretch him, scissoring and stroking him. Taehyung arches off the bed, moaning loudly as Yoongi finds his prostate, rubbing circles over the bundle of nerves.
“You sound so gorgeous. Precious baby,” Yoongi whispers, pressing a kiss to the head of Taehyung’s cock, lips wrapped perfectly around the tip.
Pleasure is wound so tight, Taehyung is sure he’s going to burst. He’s so close to the edge already, almost tipping over with every touch. “Hyung, ‘m ready,” Taehyung pants, hazy vision focused on Yoongi.
“Okay, Tae. You’re doing so well,” Yoongi praises, picking up the lube to spread some over his hard cock. Slick sounds can be heard as Yoongi strokes his cock, spreading the lube up and down. Yoongi moans quietly, shifting Taehyung’s hips up so his legs are wrapped around Yoongi’s waist.
Taehyung’s breath hitches, trapped in his throat as the slick head of Yoongi’s cock presses against his rim. Yoongi keeps pressing forward, cock sliding past Taehyung’s rim until he’s fully seated. He waits a few moments, letting Taehyung adjust to the stretch. There’s a slight burn, but Taehyung aches for more, needs more.
“Move, please move,” Taehyung whines.
Yoongi nods, dipping down to catch Taehyung’s lips in a kiss, and then moves. He slowly pulls out and presses back in, starting out gently. Taehyung moans, watching a drip of sweat roll down Yoongi’s face. The drag of Yoongi’s cock along his walls is intoxicating, filling him perfectly, hot and pulsing.
Taehyung tilts his head back into the pillow, baring his neck for Yoongi to see. “Hyung, please, want your hand.”
Yoongi softly curses under his breath, one hand gripping Taehyung’s hip tightly. “Okay, baby. Tell hyung if anything feels wrong or if you don’t like it, okay?”
“Okay,” Taehyung pants. He knows he won’t have to stop Yoongi. He trusts him the most, more than he even trusts himself, and he can already tell the feeling of Yoongi’s large hand wrapped around his throat, squeezing at the veins, is going to be amazing.
Fingers dance up Taehyung’s throat, curling around his neck. Yoongi’s hand settles over Taehyung’s throat, resting right below his jaw. Fingers press in a V, thumb and finger pinching beside his windpipe, not on.
The first squeeze of Yoongi’s fingers makes Taehyung feel fuzzy, head swimming with pleasure. After a couple seconds Yoongi releases the pressure. Taehyung gasps, moaning loudly as a rush passes over him. It feels even better than he imagined.
“You like that, don’t you? Pretty baby was squeezing so tight around me. You’re doing so good,” Yoongi pants, hips jerking back and forth into Taehyung.
“Again,” Taehyung begs, licking at his swollen lips.
Fingers press into the veins on the side of his neck again, cutting off the blood flow. Pleasure bundles so tightly, he’s dizzy with how close he is, how he can feel himself already tumbling off the edge.
Yoongi releases his hold again, hips stuttering as he moans. Together they chase their pleasure. Everything is fuzzy, all Taehyung knows is Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi. Yoongi’s other hand wraps around Taehyung’s cock, stroking him in time with the thrusts.
Stuttered moans escape Taehyung, growing louder and louder the closer he gets to the edge. Breath gets taken away again and he cries out, clenching down around Yoongi. He can feel his own cock twitch in Yoongi’s grasp and then white release paints his own chest and Yoongi’s hand.
Yoongi’s hand drops off his throat, gripping his hips tightly to chase his own orgasm. Sweat trails down Yoongi’s face, dripping off his chin. With a loud moan, Yoongi buries himself deep in Taehyung, his release coating Taehyung’s walls.
Harsh panting fills the room, Taehyung’s eyes are closed as he catches his breath. After a few moments Yoongi slowly pulls out, soothing over Taehyung's hip when Taehyung winces. Yoongi leans down to peck Taehyung’s lips, exchanging a soft breath.
“I’ll be right back. Just gotta get a cloth to clean you up,” Yoongi whispers, kissing Taehyung once more and then crawling off the bed.
Taehyung waits for what only seems like a second and then Yoongi is back. A damp cloth runs over his stomach and then his hole, cleaning up any trails of cum. Then Yoongi tosses the cloth to the side, laying down beside Taehyung and gathering him in his arms.
“Was that good?”
Taehyung nods, beaming happily at Yoongi. “It was better than good, it was amazing. Thank you so much, hyung. It felt even better than I imagined.”
“I’m glad. You deserve nothing but the best,” Yoongi smiles, pressing a kiss on Taehyung’s shoulder.