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It felt like this was the first party he went to in years, not just a couple of weeks. With all of his assignments handed in, the exams written and the booze acquired and consumed, Taehyung was more than ready to go out, get drunk and bid this semester good fucking riddance.

He navigated his way around the obnoxiously extravagant mansion that a friend, acquaintance or maybe even a random stranger had invited Jimin to come to. Taehyung wasn’t sure whose house this was but the music was good and the alcohol was even better so who was he to question it. Ever the social butterfly, Jimin had already disappeared somewhere in the mass of bodies dancing to the invigorating sound of the music.

Whenever they pre-gamed, Jimin would stay stuck to Taehyung’s side until they reached the club, dorm, or wherever the party was taking place. Once they arrived, he wasted no time diving head-first into it.

Taehyung walked between the others leisurely, a beer in one hand, the other hand in his back pocket, bopping his head to the rhythm of the bass drumming through the very walls of this villa and reverberating in his chest. He recognized a few faces from his department at university, albeit nobody he had actually spoken to, but he guessed it wasn’t a complete stranger that had invited Jimin after all.

This place was definitely not what they were used to when it came to end of the semester parties. They usually took place in small, cramped dorms with bad airing that forced him to step outside just to be able to breathe. They were never this lavish - an actual bar inside, an illuminated pool area outside, and apparently multiple floors designated for different music genres.  Taehyung felt like he was in an absurd, over-the-top movie with only the red solo cups missing. 

He strutted through the room, clinking glasses with everyone who raised their drink, laughing and chanting “chug, chug, chug!” when he was pulled into a circle of people doing shots. He steadied those that were so drunk that they stumbled into him when they passed him, a hand at their elbow, dodging the alcohol sloshing out of their cups and bottles. He danced, too. To the trap beat on the ground floor, the early 2000s classics by the poolside, belting out the lyrics loudly and chasing them with his vodka cran, and to the hip hop tracks on the first floor. 

He worked his way up the different floors, drinking and laughing and dancing, sometimes with guys or girls that clung to him, peering up at him with blown-out unfocused eyes and coy smiles or pursed lips. Arms thrown around his neck, wrapped around his middle, hands on his chest. But he didn’t pay them any mind, soon slipping away from their touch, steadily growing drunker and warmer, feeling more alive than he had in weeks.

The stairs were littered with empty cups, people standing here and there, trying to talk, away from the booming and deafening music. They were laughing and kissing, grinding and making out. All inhibitions drowned and swallowed with each sip of soju. He thought he saw Jimin’s silver hair flash by for a second, but he couldn’t be sure - Taehyung was talking to a guy he recognized from his art history class. 

Or at least he was trying to talk to him. The other’s words were slurred and at times made no sense, and Taehyung found himself smiling and nodding a lot. Meanwhile, the person he presumed to be Jimin was dragging someone up the stairs to the floor Taehyung hadn’t been to yet. The guy was tall and tattooed and Taehyung really hoped that it was Jimin who was pulling him up by his hand, and that he had managed to snatch someone whose back already looked this incredibly fine in that tight black shirt - Taehyung assumed his front looked even better. 

As he thought that, eyes following the pair, he realized just how bored he was. Even though his classmate was broad and quite attractive, definitely his type, talking to him almost felt like he was being sobered up. He went to take a sip and found that his drink was almost empty.

“I’m gonna get something to drink,” Taehyung interrupted his classmate brusquely, in the middle of his stuttered-out sentence, shaking his nearly-empty cup between them in case the other hadn’t understood, and turned away quickly.

Normally, he’d feel bad for leaving him like that. But he most likely wouldn’t remember it in the morning and Taehyung was drunk enough not to give a fuck. But: he was definitely not drunk enough in general. Yet instead of going to the bar, he made his way up the stairs, which were way less crowded, leading up to the third floor. 

Here, the music wasn’t quite as loud and deafening anymore and he wasn’t sure where to go. There were too many doors to his left and right. One of them led to what seemed like a study, the next had him interrupting a pair that was making out in what appeared to be a private gym. Then he walked into a bathroom that was too bright for his eyes, which had gotten used to the dim lighting in the villa.

He was beginning to wonder if there was anyone partying on that floor or if maybe it was off-limits, when he saw some lights flickering under one of the doors. 

When he opened it, Taehyung was met with low, seductive R’n’B beats and a room bathed in flickering warm red and orange hues, almost as if it was on fire. There weren’t quite as many people up here, the atmosphere more relaxed, the sharp smell of alcohol and tobacco in the air. He saw a few people smoking cigarettes and shisha, exhaling smoke that rose to the ceiling in bluish-grey spirals.

Another group of people was sitting in a makeshift circle made out of multiple couches, with a small table in the middle. There were playing cards strewn around. Half-empty bottles of soju and cans of beer were on the table and the floor, the group was laughing and doing shots. Taehyung closed the door behind him, shutting out the sounds from the floors below them - this was far better. It was cozy and the couch looked quite inviting. 

Which was probably due to the fact that Jimin was lounging on it, furiously waving at Taehyung, inviting him over. Taehyung realized that the guy Jimin was snuggled against was the tattooed guy from the stairs and he could confirm that his front looked even better than his back. 

“Taehyungie!” Jimin’s call was loud in the otherwise subdued volume of the room, but the others didn’t seem to be bothered by it, tat-man even smiled a little at Jimin’s antics. Cute. “Come over and play with us!”

Taehyung moved towards the group, eyes subtly trailing over each of them. He was quite sure he hadn’t seen them before. Or maybe he was just more drunk than he thought. Whatever. He joined their group.

“What are you playing?” He asked as he sat down.

“Ring of Fire,” the guy next to him answered. “Know how to play?” 

“Sure. Regular rules?”

“Pretty much. We have some house rules, though. I’m Namjoon, by the way. That’s Hoseok”, Namjoon indicated, and Taehyung nodded, smiling when Hoseok raised his glass in greeting, grinning widely. Taehyung hoped he could remember their names. “You already know Jimin, and Jungkookie is the one clinging on to him for dear life.”

Taehyung smirked as Jimin snuggled closer to Jungkook.

“Oh, and there’s Jin and Yoongi,” Namjoon pointed behind Taehyung, who turned around to look, freezing on the spot.

He heard Jimin giggling from the side but paid him no mind. It was just like Jimin to keep this from Taehyung.

Jin and Yoongi came over, carrying anything from soju, ketchup, soy sauce, beer or vodka in their arms - was that strawberry jam? Taehyung wasn’t sure because he was still just… staring as they put down all the liquids. Taehyung gulped.

Yoongi was the definition of fucking hot.

“That’s Taehyung, Jiminie’s friend,” Namjoon introduced him once they had sat down. Taehyung wished he had something left to drink because his throat was dry, eyes flickering over Yoongi as he began to collect the cards strewn around on the table, shuffling them expertly. Fuck.

Taehyung’s had a crush on Yoongi for ages. Jimin knew. Hell, all of his followers on Twitter knew he’d been crushing on someone studying music production, whom Taehyung called Sugar. For, you know, data privacy and shit. And so that Yoongi would never find out just how pathetic he was.  

Yoongi was sitting right across from him, looking for all he knew like the epitome of a fuckboy, wearing his cap backwards, legs spread, silver chains around his wrists and neck, lipstick stains on the collar of his shirt, smirking. Taehyung was weak. He really needed that drink. 

“Let’s start.” Yoongi said, his voice deep, quiet, and so fucking attractive. Fuck . Taehyung couldn’t form a coherent thought.

“Ring of Fire. House rules.” He spread the cards in a circle around an empty cup.

“Pour yourself a drink, Taehyung-ah”, Yoongi looked up, smirking. “You start.”

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The first few rounds were easy, innocent. It were the regular rules that Taehyung knew.

2 - give out drinks.

Queen - switch drinks.

5 - all the guys drink.

8 - choose a drinking mate. 

Basically, it was a lot of drinking. Taehyung soon felt the effects of the alcohol on his body.

They were giggling and teasing, Taehyung threw himself against Namjoon in a fit of laughter when Hoseok drew a 7 and had to spin the bottle. It pointed at Seokjin and they shared one of the most awkward kisses Taehyung had ever seen, Seokjin was quick to continue with his turn.

Then, Jungkook pulled a 4. Usually, that would mean that all the girls drink, at least as per regular rules. Here, Taehyung was startled when Jimin sat up quickly from where he was draped over Jungkook’s lap and everybody started to pull at their clothes... taking them off? 

Taehyung just watched, confused as they all discarded a piece of clothing - a shirt, jacket, belt or shoe. In their inebriated state, they were struggling; Hoseok’s arm caught in the sleeve of his jacket, Jimin was sitting on the flannel Jungkook had wrapped around his waist, preventing him from taking it off.

It made them all giggle madly and Taehyung still wasn’t sure what was going on.

“Take a shot, Taehyung-ah.” 

Yoongi’s quiet but imposing voice broke Taehyung out of his confused reverie. He met Yoongi’s eyes over the table that was separating them, and a blush rose to his cheeks.

He had tried his best to act as inconspicuous as possible in front of him, trying to hide just how much he was into Yoongi. But whenever it was Yoongi’s turn to play, Taehyung was glad for the excuse to openly look.

He had only ever seen Yoongi on campus, never spoken to him. Yoongi’s presence intimidated him - he was hot, sure, but he was also witty and clever and his deep, calm voice was just pure sin. Taehyung felt weak when he chuckled or inhaled sharply before he spoke. He drank soju like it was water and his lips glistened with the tracks the alcohol left.  

And - probably worst of all - he was leaning back on the couch, his legs spread widely. His lap looked really fucking inviting like that. Taehyung wished he was shameless enough to just settle down in it.

Yoongi was looking at him with a smirk on his lips, twirling the cap he had taken off on his finger.

While everybody else had been struggling to get rid of a piece of clothing - which was apparently the rule for the 4 Jungkook had drawn - Yoongi had simply taken off his hat and fuck . He was so hot like that, taking a sip of his drink and staring Taehyung down. Taehyung gulped.

“You were the last one to take a piece of clothing off, Taehyung-ah.”

There was something about the way he said Taehyung’s name, like it was an inside joke or a prayer, the way his tongue wrapped around the syllables almost teasingly.

“Technically you didn’t take anything off.”

His eyes travelled up and down Taehyung's body. Taehyung felt warm all over.

“Yet.” Yoongi added after a short pause.

It was definitely teasing, the way Yoongi’s eyes dipped down, sizing Taehyung up before their eyes locked again. He tilted his head slightly, raising his cup to his lips. 

“You have to take a shot.”

Yoongi downed his own drink, brushing the back of his hand over his lips.

“Oh shit, I should’ve probably explained,” Namjoon realized then, but Taehyung just shook his head.

“It’s fine. I’ll know it next time.” Taehyung patted Namjoon’s arm and then reached for the unopened bottle of soju on the table.

“Taehyungie do the trick!” Jimin prompted excitedly.

Taehyung laughed - his eye-hand coordination wasn’t as good anymore now, around four drinks and multiple shots in, but he decided to humor them. In his head, he went over the motions he had to do to open the bottle as he took hold of it. He looked up at Yoongi again, smirking. 

Not looking at the bottle of soju in his hand, he proceeded to shake the bottle until the soju swirled inside, then he twisted and turned the cap and bottle until he had opened it with a quick and impressive flourish that had the others gawking at him. Yoongi just snorted. Taehyung blushed again, thankful that he could blame the alcohol for the blood rushing into his cheeks.

It was one thing finally being noticed by your - fucking hot and unattainable - crush, and an entirely different thing when you made said crush laugh. Taehyung was a blushing mess as he reached for a shot glass and poured himself some soju, the liquid spilling out over the edge. 

The others started talking about Taehyung’s trick; that they’ve only ever seen videos of people opening bottles like that, that they didn’t know anyone who could do it, that they would never understand how it worked, that from now on Taehyung should always open bottles of soju.

But Yoongi’s gaze never left him. He watched Taehyung attentively, his own cup raised to his lips, dragging the edge of it against his lower lip distractingly. Taehyung was suffering. He wanted to straddle Yoongi and drag his own lips against Yoongi’s, fuck . He just wanted him .

He wanted Yoongi to tug on his hair and on his clothes, wanted him to stroke his fingers over Taehyung’s skin like he had trailed them down the neck of the bottle of vodka earlier, wanted Yoongi to murmur in his ear and chuckle into his skin, wanted him to lick and suck and kiss.

He wanted to lose all inhibitions like the people he’d passed earlier, wanted to grind against him and lose himself in Yoongi’s gaze and kiss and touch.

And Yoongi was still staring at him.

Like he was thinking the same thing, like he couldn’t look away, like he didn’t want to. 

Like he wanted Taehyung as much as Taehyung wanted him. Fuck . 

Taehyung had to look away, shifting on his seat slightly. He was thankful that his shirt was wide and long enough to cover his lap because he did not need the others to notice his… situation. He raised the shot glass.

Taehyung threw his head back, eyes closed, tilting the glass. The soju spilled into his mouth and ran down the sides of his neck. He felt the cold trickle of the liquid collect in the dip of his collarbone, then run down his chest, disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt. The soju burned its way down his throat.

He ignored the others’ laughter at how he had spilled most of it, because when he let his head fall back, his eyes were on Yoongi again and he noticed his hyung’s stare, now focused on Taehyung’s neck, glistening with wet tracks of soju.

Yoongi dragged his tongue over his bottom lip absentmindedly, and Taehyung grew hotter under his stare. He quickly wiped the soju off of his lips with the back of his hand. Yoongi’s eyes shot up to his. Taehyung smirked, chased the shot with his vodka cran. 

“Your turn, Jiminie.”

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5 - all guys drink.

8 again - Hoseok chose Taehyung as his drinking partner, so Taehyung had to drink every time Hoseok did.

Ace - waterfall.

King - Namjoon put soju in the cup. 

2 - Jimin had to drink.

7 - Jungkook pecked Namjoon. It was far less awkward than Hoseok and Seokjin’s kiss.

Another 4 - Namjoon had to drink.

Then, a Jack. Hoseok groaned loudly.

“I’m guessing that’s not the social card?” Taehyung asked Namjoon. Hoseok searched for an empty bottle.

“ The Jack Entertains . I think Jungkook found that one online? He suggested it as a joke but it kind of stuck,” Namjoon shrugged, leaning back against the couch. “Belly dance.”

“Huh?”

“You have to do a belly dance," Jungkook explained, grinning widely. “Well, some people prefer lap dances.”

Jimin slapped his arm jokingly, and Jungkook laughed. Taehyung was pretty sure ‘some people’ was synonymous with ‘Jimin’.

“The longer you dance, the more people drink. One minute, one shot to give to someone.”

“I don’t think anyone managed to do more than a minute,” Hoseok mused.

“Yeah, right.” Namjoon snorted, taking a sip of his drink. “Until this one came along”, he inclined his head towards Jimin, who blushed and smirked at the same time. “First player. Pulled the Jack and made us stop the game.”

“Why?” Taehyung asked.

“Cause he wouldn’t fucking stop grinding on Jungkook and nobody wanted to see that,” Yoongi chimed in, the others breaking out into fits of laughter.

Jimin huffed. “I think you all wanted to see it a little bit too much.”

“Sure, Jan.”

Jimin rolled his eyes, pouting cutely.

“And that was like 20 minutes ago so why haven’t we changed that rule?” Seokjin asked, freeing up space for Hoseok to spin the bottle.

“The rule is belly dancing. No lap dances. You have to be serious about it, no laughing. And keep eye contact with whoever you’re dancing for.”

“What if they can’t keep eye contact because the beauty of my dance blinds them?” Seokjin asked, fluttering his lashes at Namjoon.

“Yeah, um, cross that bridge when we get to it?” Namjoon scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Okay guys, I’m spinning.” Hoseok announced, flicking the bottle until it spun on the table.

They stopped bickering and watched the bottle until it halted. It was pointing at Taehyung. 

“Well, Taehyungie. Guess it’s you and me again.” Hoseok grinned, raising his cup to finish his drink. Taehyung mimicked him since they were drinking mates, lopsided smirk on his lips.

“Show me what you've got.”

From their conversations, he had found out that Hoseok was a dance major like Jimin. And, well, he was seriously hot, no denying that. He wasn’t quite Taehyung’s type - that person was sitting right across from him, his smirk wiped clean off his face. Hm.

Taehyung leaned back in his seat and watched Hoseok step around the table until he was right in front of him, smirking as he grabbed the bottom of his shirt to pull it up and through his collar, exposing his flat, defined stomach.

”No touching?” Taehyung asked, grinning widely.

“Fucking hell, not another Jimin situation.” Seokjin groaned and Taehyung grinned widely, raising his hands.

He wiggled his fingers, then crossed them behind his head. “No worries, hyung, there will be no touching.”

“On your part.” Hoseok added slyly, patting Taehyung’s cheek.

“Can you two get on with it, we’re here to get drunk, not to watch you flirt.” Yoongi’s voice was teasing but Taehyung’s eyes still flickered over to him, and he found that he didn’t look very amused. Hmm.

”You didn’t mind watching Jiminie flirt with Jungkookie before, hyung.” Hoseok was joking, his smile was wide as he turned around to look at Yoongi.

Somehow, Taehyung was reminded of when Yoongi had said his name - like there was more to it, an inside joke perhaps? Taehyung wasn’t sure and Yoongi didn’t answer, just turned away, rolling his eyes.

Taehyung noticed the lipstick stain on his collar again. Hm.

He turned back to Hoseok, grinning as the other rolled his eyes at Yoongi’s silence. When a new song came on, with the same seductive R’n’B beat, he started moving and Taehyung had no problem keeping his eyes on him.

Hoseok’s dancing was impressive, he really seemed to live and breathe the music as he twirled, the grin never slipping off his face. Namjoon didn’t stop him so Taehyung guessed this didn’t count as laughing - at least not for Hoseok, who seemed to be grinning all the time. 

The others began to whistle and catcall, which only seemed to spur Hoseok on. Taehyung couldn’t hold in his grin anymore when Hoseok started to thrust his hip to the side, raising an eyebrow at Taehyung suggestively. The group started laughing, Jimin almost slipped to the ground.

Hoseok continued, pushing his hair out of his face, moving his hips back and forth in smooth body rolls, sucking his stomach in and pushing it out. When his movements became sharp, lowering his hips inch by inch to the beat, Taehyung noticed a movement out the corner of his eye.

Someone walked up to Yoongi? Taehyung wasn’t sure and his eyes strayed from Hoseok to settle on a girl, leaning over the back of the couch Yoongi was sitting on, arms crossed on top of the backrest. She was speaking to him in hushed tones, Yoongi’s full attention was on her.

“That’s it, Hobi! Taehyung looked away!” Namjoon’s voice made him flinch with how loud and sudden it was.

Yoongi turned his head slightly, glancing in Taehyung’s direction briefly, their eyes meeting, before he turned back to the girl. They were bathed in red and orange lights. Taehyung hoped his eyes deceived him, hoped the lipstick stain on Yoongi’s collar did not match the shade she was wearing, even though from all the way across the table, it certainly looked that way.

A small smirk settled on Yoongi’s lips when she left and their eyes met again.

Taehyung was quick to look away and he gave Hoseok an apologetic smile. For some reason, Hoseok looked almost satisfied and certainly not angry when he settled back into his seat, raising an eyebrow at Yoongi and giving the two shots he earned to Yoongi and Taehyung respectively. Which inadvertently forced him to drink too, since he was Taehyung’s drinking mate.

They continued with the game; an Ace, a 3, Jimin pulled a King and added soy sauce to the cup.

Then, Yoongi pulled a Queen, a glint in his eyes as he stood, leisurely walking up to Taehyung. 

Yoongi held out his cup to him. Taehyung just stared at it.

“Take it,” Yoongi prompted softly, bending down and reaching for the cup Taehyung was holding in his hand. Taehyung inhaled sharply, blushing again.

Yoongi was right. there . Their faces just a hair’s breadth apart. 

Taehyung stared at the lashes that fanned out over Yoongi’s cheeks as he looked down, taking hold of Taehyung’s cup. He thought he could see a blush coloring Yoongi’s cheekbones, but perhaps that was just the lighting. He did smell Yoongi’s cologne, leaning in absentmindedly.

Yoongi’s eyes shot up to his sharply and he pulled the cup out of Taehyung’s hand, pushing his drink against Taehyung’s chest, creating a small distance between them. Taehyung gulped, wide-eyed, grasping Yoongi’s drink with both hands. He heard Jimin say something but ignored it.

Yoongi was still close, now looking at Taehyung with a smirk on his lips. His eyes dropped to the cup he had taken out of Taehyung’s hand, and he brought it to his mouth, twisting his hand until his lips could touch the stain Taehyung’s colored lip balm had left on the rim.

His eyes found Taehyung’s again and he looked at him over the edge of the cup as he took the first sip. His face scrunched up a little at the taste.

“So sweet,” he grimaced, then nodded at the cup in Taehyung’s hand. “Drink up, Taehyung-ah.”

Taehyung’s eyes flickered down to Yoongi’s lips - they were pink, glistening when he trailed the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip, tasting the cranberry juice on it. Taehyung gulped - he was parched with thirst and Yoongi’s gaze was scorching hot and his smirk was dangerous.

He raised Yoongi’s cup to his mouth, slightly turned away. He threw his head back again, gulping down the whisky like it was water. His eyes burned a little and his throat burned a lot and his stomach was filled with liquid heat in an instant. Yoongi drank it straight, no mixers.

It was Taehyung’s turn to grimace which elicited a deep chuckle out of Yoongi, whose eyes were fixed on Taehyung’s throat again, following the stray drop of whisky sliding down Taehyung’s skin. An image of Yoongi’s lips chasing it all the way down his chest popped up in his head.

“Are you done flirting?”

Jimin interrupted them loudly and Yoongi jumped a little, both of them leaning back instantly. Yoongi turned around, moving back to his seat and ruffling Jimin’s hair in passing, while Taehyung threw Jimin an exasperated look.

Usually, he would deny it.

He wouldn’t acknowledge that they might’ve possibly been flirting. Because there was no way Yoongi would flirt with him, right?

But when Yoongi sat down their eyes met again, and he raised Taehyung’s cup to his lips in a deliberate, indirect kiss, smirking as he downed the drink. 

The others continued playing, oblivious to the teasing, and Taehyung just raised an eyebrow at Yoongi’s cockiness. He traced a finger across his lips softly, imagining how Yoongi’s lips would feel against his, wondering if his kiss was slow and deep or wild and passionate.

He hoped that by the end of the night, he wouldn’t have to imagine the feeling anymore. Grinning and shaking his head, he sat up, determined as he huffed in amusement, reaching for the vodka on the table.

Yoongi was getting under his skin, yes, but two could play this game.

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Seokjin pulled a 9 and chose truth over dare.

Each of them asked a question, each question more shameless than the last, and they were all well on their way to getting drunk so he had no qualms answering them. Up until he was asked how it felt to make everyone fall at your feet.

Students and teachers, men and women alike. The question was nowhere near as lewd as the others had been, but Hoseok knew compliments like these were Seokjin’s weakness, and it was confirmed when he tried to deflect, ears red and laughing loudly as if the question was ridiculous.

After a couple minutes of bickering, Namjoon concluded that Seokjin had not answered the question and had to finish his drink. Taehyung didn’t think he had ever seen someone down an entire cup of rum and coke as quickly as Seokjin downed his, glad to finish his turn too. 

Well, up until Namjoon pulled another ace and Seokjin ended up drinking almost an entire second cup. For his sake, Taehyung hoped he wouldn’t pull a card that would make them all drink again. He leaned forward, fingers brushing over the cards softly. There weren’t too many left.

The card he picked ended up being a 6 - they didn't have that one before. Taehyung knew it as Six is for Dicks , meaning all the guys drink.

But their house rules were different, the guys drank when someone pulled a 5, so he held it up for Namjoon to see.

Namjoon laughed.

“Oh, Suck and Blow.”

What.

Taehyung stared at him, not comprehending.

”It’s a game. You have to suck a card to your lips and then pass it on to the person next to you by blowing on it. The player that drops it spins the bottle to decide who they’re switching places with.”   

“Why switch places and not just take a shot?”

This was a drinking game, after all.

“To spice it up a little, Taehyungie,” Jimin chimed in eagerly. “We’re playing until the card gets back to the first player. Lots of chances to fuck up and kiss.”

Hoseok burst out in laughter.

“If you ‘accidentally’ drop the card to make out with Jungkook, I’m leaving.” Yoongi drew out the words in this attractive drawl of his. Taehyung’s heart thudded heavily in his chest because if he was sitting next to Yoongi, he would probably be weak and drop the card on purpose.

Jimin pouted, rolling his eyes. “You’re just jealous because I’m between Jungkookie and Ta-”

”Ya! He’s sitting between me and Mr. Kim I-have-the-entire-world-at-my-feet-and-blush-about-it Seokjin over there! Have you seen his lips?” Hoseok gestured wildly towards a blushing Seokjin. 

Then, Hoseok leaned back on the couch, dragging his hands down his torso.

“And have you seen this hot body? Aren’t you curious, Jiminie?”

Hoseok raised an eyebrow and winked at Jimin. It was silent for two seconds before Taehyung broke out into laughter, the others joining in. 

He was doubled over, arms crossed over his stomach in his laughing fit, only incited by Jimin’s pout-mumble-whine combo.

When they finally calmed down a little, Taehyung sat up, brushed the tears out of his eyes. The others weren’t in better shape; shaking their heads, giggling.

Taehyung looked up, caught Yoongi staring, eyes fixed on Taehyung. He watched as Yoongi quickly closed his mouth, which had been hanging open a little. He promptly looked away, taking a sip of his drink. Hm.

“Ok, should we do a test run?” Taehyung asked the others. They nodded.

“Sure!”

He raised the card to his lips, inhaling.

Then, “Why a test run? Scared you’ll drop it?”

Yoongi’s voice was teasing again, challenging, and Taehyung huffed, the card dropping into his hand. He raised an eyebrow, looking at Yoongi.

He enjoyed their game, the teasing.

Liked their back and forth.

“Fine, no test run then.”

With the card in one hand, he reached out for Jimin, who was sitting on his right, grabbing his shirt. Jimin yelped as Taehyung dragged him in close.

The others put their drinks down, sliding to the edges of their seats.

They were still quite far apart, which would definitely make the game a little more challenging. Well, and they were all pretty buzzed, too, which wouldn’t make this any easier either.

Taehyung looked at Jimin, the hand that had grabbed him sliding down to settle on his arm. 

Jimin was wide-eyed and Taehyung noticed how he was paying attention to his breathing, trying to control it, which made Taehyung grin, endeared. Then, he raised the card again, inhaling, only letting go when he was certain that it wouldn’t fall.

Tilting his head, he leaned in.

Being this close to Jimin wasn’t awkward or embarrassing at all - they’ve been friends for years, they had pecked each other before, they knew things that they wouldn’t tell another soul.

But seeing the deep concentration on Jimin’s face as he pressed his lips against the card…

It was so fucking funny to him - he wasn’t sure if it was because of the alcohol, but when Jimin focused on his breathing and ended up inhaling through the nose first, Taehyung burst out laughing again, and it was just by some miracle that Jimin managed to hang on to the card.

He turned away from Taehyung quickly to pass the card on to Jungkook, while tears sprang to Taehyung’s eyes again. He did his best to hold in his laughter, shaking his head, boxy grin on his lips.

The others started catcalling when Jungkook pulled Jimin closer to himself.

He was towering above Jimin even while sitting down. Jungkook cradled his head softly, fingers splayed out on Jimin’s neck and jaw. He tilted his head to the side, leaning in as if he was about to give Jimin the deepest, filthiest kiss.

Instead, he accepted the card with ease.

Their lips were pressed against each other, only separated by the thin piece of cardboard, and Jungkook only let go of Jimin after he had applied pressure against Jimin’s lips intently, kissing him indirectly.

Then, he inhaled, turning to Hoseok who was already grinning widely. 

Jimin was giggling as he leaned forward to observe, telling Hoseok to stop grinning or he wouldn’t be able to take the card. Hoseok did his best, but when he had to turn to Yoongi, he couldn’t hold his laughter in anymore, the card flying across the floor as he doubled over.

Yoongi just huffed, leaning down to pick up the card, putting it to the side.

”You have to spin.”

Yoongi handed Hoseok the empty bottle, which landed on Namjoon. The two switched places.

Hoseok was now sitting next to Taehyung, and the game began again, starting from Taehyung. 

Second round, Jimin dropped the card before he even turned to Jungkook, switching with Seokjin.

Then, Namjoon dropped it when he had to pass it on to Yoongi, who suddenly started coughing. Namjoon had to switch with Jungkook.

The fourth round had Seokjin dropping the card.

He caught Namjoon’s lips with his instead, both of them blushing.

Jimin giggled, yelling that Seokjin had definitely dropped it on purpose.

Hoseok joined in with his laughter, throwing an arm around Taehyung, ”If the card ever actually gets to me, I’ll drop it on purpose too.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, noticing that Hoseok winked at someone. Following his line of sight, Taehyung’s eyes settled on Yoongi, who was staring at Hoseok’s hand that was wrapped around Taehyung’s shoulder. Hmm.

Taehyung batted Hoseok away playfully, reaching for a new card. 

“The way everybody is playing, I don’t think we’ll ever actually finish this game.”

Taehyung laughed, grabbing his drink and taking a sip.

“I’m honestly kind of glad we’re not doing shots,” he added, while Seokjin spun the bottle. “This would’ve gotten us completely wasted.” 

He wasn’t paying attention as he raised the card to his lips for the fifth time, so when he turned to where Seokjin had been, he was startled when he was met by Yoongi’s half-lidded stare and that infuriating smirk on his lips.

He took a sip of his drink - from Taehyung’s cup. 

The cup he had switched with him some rounds ago - the mark from Taehyung’s lip balm was almost gone, yet it still felt as if there was a name written on the cup, Taehyung’s name, declaring the cup as his, making warmth spread through him at the sight of Yoongi drinking from it. 

Was this ridiculous? Maybe.

But Yoongi was making it very hard to think clearly with this push and pull, the teasing and the challenging and the flirting, the staring and that fucking lipstick stain on the collar of his shirt. He was driving Taehyung crazy by simply being there.

Frankly, this was nothing new.

Yoongi had been driving him crazy for so long - Taehyung had spent a lot of time agonizing over him silently, looking at him from afar, admiring his talent online and yes, religiously checking his social media for the selfies he posted so rarely.

He always seemed to be just out of reach - when he was playing basketball, he cheered with the other side of the crowd, he took a different train, ate at a different spot, when he worked on his songs, he chose other voices. Of course, he probably didn’t even know Taehyung.

Didn’t know he sang, and definitely didn’t know that he loved rap, especially Yoongi’s. They were in different classes with different majors, but Taehyung’s eyes sought him out whenever he had the chance, which was not as often as he wished.

Nonetheless, whenever he saw him, Taehyung’s heart started to race and his face heated up.

Now, that he experienced how it was to have Yoongi look at him, smile and tease him, lean in close and press his lips against the place where Taehyung’s had been before, he learned that his throat locked up, too. 

He realized he had barely even managed to say a word to Yoongi all night. He was intimidated by him, that much was sure. But he was also confused and really fucking weak for everything Yoongi said and did.

He had to be flirting with him intentionally. He must have been, right? 

Why else would he look at Taehyung that way? Why else would he tease him, specifically? Share an indirect kiss? Smirk at him devilishly?

If he didn’t know better, Taehyung would even think he was jealous whenever Hoseok so openly flirted with him.

But that couldn’t be true.

Taehyung, on the other hand, realized he was definitely jealous. No sense trying to deny it - that lipstick stain was like a beacon. He wanted to know where it came from, whom Yoongi allowed to get so close to him, he wanted to erase it, replace it, and he wanted to kiss him. 

He wanted to kiss that smirk right off of Yoongi’s infuriating lips. He wanted Yoongi to stop staring at him like he was challenging Taehyung to give in, wanted Yoongi’s hands on his body, teasing him, holding him like he was holding on to Taehyung’s cup.

Taehyung wanted Yoongi.

And Yoongi was right there, looking at him expectantly, smirk playing around the corners of his lips, and Taehyung was just so tempted. He was tempted to lean in and let the card fall on purpose, tempted to kiss him like he had wanted for ages, tempted to give in without a care.

Yoongi was the sweetest kind of temptation - there’s a reason why Taehyung secretly called him Sugar. Even without having met or talked, he had been sure Yoongi would be dangerous to him and his treacherous heart. And if they kissed, he feared he might get addicted to it, too. 

“Well, I’m just surprised we’re still sitting upright. With the amount we’ve been drinking...” Hoseok laughed, ignoring the tension between Taehyung and Yoongi, the others chiming in.

”Taehyungie and I have been pregaming, too, I don’t know how he’s still alive.” Jimin added.

He spoke to Taehyung who was still frozen, looking at Yoongi and pressing the card against his lips.

Yoongi snorted.

“I’m not surprised,” he argued.

Taehyung barely heard him over the sound of the others’ laughter.

“After all, you spilled most of your drinks down your neck.”

His eyes dropped down to Taehyung’s neck, where the lights still reflected off of the sticky tracks of alcohol whenever he turned slightly. Taehyung grew warm under Yoongi’s curious gaze. They were close - Yoongi was sitting much closer than Jimin or Seokjin had.

”Such a waste of perfectly good booze,” Yoongi commented breathily, and let his tongue trace the corner of his lips absentmindedly.

Taehyung gulped, the motion of his Adam’s apple making Yoongi snap his eyes up to Taehyung’s. His mouth was still hanging open slightly, tempting.

The flash of Yoongi’s tongue had Taehyung imagining all the different scenarios in which he could have that pink tongue on his skin, tracing his lips, following each trail of soju down the side of his neck meticulously, his mouth sucking bruises into Taehyung’s skin in its wake.

Yoongi would feel so good, pressed up against him, hands curled in Taehyung’s shirt or maybe grabbing on to his hair, tilting his head back. Maybe Yoongi would straddle him or maybe Taehyung would lean over him, hands on either side of Yoongi, caging him in.

His mind was racing.

The mental image wouldn’t leave his head and Taehyung was suffering. But why should he be the only one?

Taehyung lowered the card, revealing the smirk that had formed on his lips when he saw Yoongi’s hungry gaze on his neck.

“I don’t think it was entirely a waste, hyung.” 

Taehyung raised his eyebrow suggestively. He held the card between his fingers and as he lowered his hand, he let it trail down his chest subtly, discreetly. Nobody else noticed but Yoongi’s eyes were stuck to the card, to Taehyung’s hands, his tongue again tracing his lower lip.

“And you don’t really mind that I spilled the soju, do you?” He asked teasingly, not really sure what came over him that made him flirt back so shamelessly.

Yoongi was intimidating, yes, but he had been teasing Taehyung all night, and Taehyung didn’t want to hold back anymore. 

Yoongi didn’t answer but he didn’t have to. Taehyung wondered if Yoongi felt intimidated by him. After all, he had fallen quiet whenever Yoongi spoke before, had blushed at Yoongi’s forwardness, had let him stare all he liked because he couldn’t stop looking either.

Still...

He hadn’t flirted back before, too dumbstruck by Yoongi being here, talking to him, teasing him, driving him completely crazy. Too hesitant in front of the others.

But Yoongi was none of that; he was straightforward and blunt and Taehyung was a sucker for it.

So, he teased back.

“Stop staring, hyung.” His voice was a low whisper, but he knew Yoongi heard him, his eyes widening slightly. “Pay attention to the game.” He mumbled, leaning closer to Yoongi.

He raised his free hand, his curled fingers settling against the bottom of Yoongi’s chin lightly. 

Yoongi watched with bated breath as Taehyung pushed his mouth close softly, the ghost of a touch against Yoongi’s mouth as Taehyung traced his thumb over the bottom lip fleetingly. He could feel Yoongi exhale harshly, eyes flitting to Taehyung’s smirk.

Yoongi leaned in closer.

Taehyung’s lips twitched in amusement - Yoongi obviously wasn’t as unaffected as he’d like to seem. Hm.

Taehyung leaned back, withdrawing his hand from Yoongi’s face, noticing how Yoongi almost seemed to follow his touch, as if he was in a trance. 

Taehyung didn’t give him time to breathe. The card in one hand, he leaned in again, raised the other hand to the baseball cap Yoongi had put back on. He grabbed hold of the curved brim and pushed it back, out of his face and off his head. Yoongi sucked in a breath.

“Don’t drop the card,” he spoke quietly, teasingly, before he raised the card to his lips again.

He leaned in, his free hand dropping to Yoongi’s knee. He was wearing ripped jeans and Taehyung could feel Yoongi’s skin under his fingers. He stroked the exposed skin absentmindedly, applying light pressure. 

In their current position, even though they were sitting down, Taehyung was still slightly towering above Yoongi, who had his head tilted back to look up at him. Yoongi was tense, gaze rapidly flitting between Taehyung’s eyes and the card he was pressing against his mouth.

Yoongi was paying attention to his breathing, and Taehyung trailed his thumb along the inseam of his jeans slowly. He wanted to rile Yoongi up a little, see if he could keep his composure, see if he could accept the card and pass it on without dropping it. See if he could win.

Taehyung inhaled, making sure he could remove his hand without letting the card fall.

Everything happened fast, then.

With the card sucked to his lips, Taehyung placed his free hand on the side of Yoongi’s face, softly tilting it for better access, eyes locked on to Yoongi’s.

He leaned in, crossing the last bit of distance between them. He pressed his lips to Yoongi’s, could feel their warmth even through the thin piece of cardboard, could feel the way Yoongi pressed back, Yoongi's hand dropping to Taehyung’s, which was still on his knee, as he surged up slightly.

They would be kissing if it wasn’t for the card between them, and the thought alone made Taehyung’s heart beat faster, his hand tightening around Yoongi’s thigh.

He felt the shuddering breath Yoongi exhaled, a soft groan escaping his throat.

Fuck . Taehyung wanted him to be loud.

“Ya! Would you two get on with it! I’m already sober again!”

Seokjin’s voice ripped Taehyung out of his daydream, and he blushed brightly while the others laughed and started catcalling again. Jimin was particularly loud. Taehyung made a mental note to strangle him later. 

For now, he looked into Yoongi’s eyes to confirm that he could let the card go. Yoongi inhaled through his mouth, the card bending slightly, and Taehyung blew against it. He took the hand off of Yoongi’s thigh, and Yoongi let go of it quickly, as if he forgot that he had held it. 

Taehyung retreated quickly, his hand dropping from Yoongi’s face so he could pass the card on. When he turned to Namjoon, Taehyung exhaled deeply. His heart was all but racing in his chest, he felt warm all over. He noticed that Yoongi’s ears were bright red as he leaned over.

He passed the card onto Namjoon quickly, and Taehyung hurried to look away so Yoongi wouldn’t catch him staring. His eyes landed on Jimin instead, who was grinning, giving him a very obvious thumbs-up, and Taehyung groaned inwardly, his subsiding blush returning full-force. Fuck.

Did he really just, well, basically make out with his crush through a piece of cardboard in front of a bunch of people he knew for all of two hours? How pathetic- Taehyung couldn’t finish his thought because at that moment, he felt Yoongi’s knee hit his as he leaned back again.

Taehyung already forgot that he’d be stuck sitting next to Yoongi for the remainder of the game. Shit .

It had been much easier to observe when Yoongi was still sitting across from him. Now, he was just incredibly aware of the warmth against him, the arm stretched out behind him.

It would be so easy to just lean back, curl into Yoongi’s arm. He wanted to put Yoongi’s baseball cap back on so he could pull him closer by the brim of it, pull him into a kiss that wasn’t obstructed by anything, a kiss that would make them all groan at how deep, filthy it was.

But he couldn’t do that. Not just yet.

He watched as Namjoon passed the card to Jungkook, then it was passed to Seokjin, then Jimin without any difficulties. For a second he wondered - if Hoseok got the card, would he actually drop it?

He was probably joking before, but what if…

Taehyung flinched when he felt fingers on his waist suddenly. He looked down to see Yoongi’s hand curled loosely around him, only the ghost of a touch that couldn’t be seen by anyone else. The tips of his fingers trailed over the skin that was exposed between his jeans and shirt.

Just like the knee pressed against Taehyung’s leg, this light touch felt like an insistent reminder that Yoongi was right there, next to him, close to him. Teasing him again, now more boldly than before, just like Taehyung had teased him with his touch earlier. He liked it.

As if to acknowledge him, Taehyung pushed back against Yoongi’s knee lightly, then turned to Hoseok, who was accepting the card from Jimin. Taehyung was more than ready to finally win the game. He leaned in as Hoseok turned around quickly, so he had no chance to let it drop.

He grabbed Hoseok by his shoulders to keep him still and pressed his lips to the card, inhaling until it was stuck to his mouth. He let go of Hoseok and leaned back, exhaling harshly until the card flew across the table.

“Fucking finally!” Seokjin exhaled in relief.

They all broke out in cheers and laughter, reaching for their drinks to down them, talking about the game and how hopeless it had seemed.

“Hey Taehyungie.” Hoseok leaned in, catching Taehyung’s attention.

The fingers on Taehyung’s waist tightened almost imperceptibly. Hm.

“What’s up, hyung?” He asked lightly, leaning forward to grab his own drink from the table, an excuse to look at something else.

It’s not that he didn’t want to look at Hoseok, but with Yoongi’s hands on his waist and his heart racing in his chest, he was a little conflicted.

He hoped he hadn’t seemed like he was interested in Hoseok because he didn’t want to disappoint him. When he didn’t say anything, Taehyung glanced to the side, catching the way Hoseok was looking at Yoongi behind Taehyung’s back, a grin on his lips.

“You know there’s this game…”

Yoongi groaned, his hand slipping away from Taehyung’s waist as he leaned forward, reaching out for the bottle of whisky on the table, pouring himself another cup.

“We’re not even done with this one,” Yoongi complained.

“I said Ring of Fire takes forever!” Namjoon chimed in.

”But it’s fun!”

Taehyung rolled his eyes at Jimin’s pouty voice, smiling softly.

”What game?”

”It’s actually part of Ring of Fire. We just haven’t added it to the house rules before. I think you’d like it. Or well, Yoongi hyung would.”

”Fuck off.”

Hoseok laughed out loud.

”Ever heard of Moonlick?”

🥃

“Does it make sense to add Moonlick?” Jungkook piped up. “We don’t have any tequila here.”

”Ah, but Jungkookie, the tequila isn’t that important.”

”It is literally the only reason why Moonlick is a thing.” Yoongi rolled his eyes, and Hoseok leaned over behind Taehyung's back to push at his shoulder.

“You buzzkill. We don’t need tequila for it.”

”So what do you want instead? You think your vodka mixes well with strawberry jam?”

Hoseok’s eyes grew wide. “Oh my god, you’re right, we have strawberry jam!” He laughed loudly and Yoongi just shook his head.

” So not the point.”

“So… what exactly is Moonlick?” Taehyung asked once the laughter had died down a little.

”It’s just a specific way to drink a shot of tequila. You know, with lemon and salt?” 

Taehyung nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

”It’s that, only you don’t lick the salt off the back of your hand.”

Hoseok smirked and Taehyung started to suspect where this was going.

“When playing Ring of Fire, the person who draws a 10 spins the bottle, the player it lands on is their partner for the round. So hypothetically”, Hoseok’s smile grew into a wide grin. “If, say, Yoongi drew a 10 and the bottle landed on you Taehyungie, you’d be his partner.”

Taehyung was turned to Hoseok so he could only hear Yoongi’s quiet huff behind him.

He felt warm again, still wrought-up from that almost-kiss Yoongi and him shared before and the sneaky touches Yoongi stole. Yoongi was leaning back again, knee still pressed to Taehyung’s thigh.

The heat from it made Taehyung’s heart do somersaults in his chest; Hoseok’s suggestive teasing didn’t help either as the blood rose to his cheeks again, just at the mention of them being ‘partners’. Even though he still didn’t know what that meant.

Hoseok continued. ”And then-”

”Then I would lick your neck, Taehyung-ah.”

Yoongi interrupted in this attractive, pouty drawl that made goosebumps rise on Taehyung’s skin. His heart stuttered in his chest, his cheeks darkened instantly. Yoongi cut straight to the chase, blunt, a menace for Taehyung’s heart.

Taehyung turned to Yoongi, who was sitting so close to him, a light pink flush on his cheeks, his ears red. He was flustered, but he didn’t act like it.

Taehyung’s eyes wandered across his body.

He was leaning back against the backrest, his legs - fuck - once again spread widely.

His shirt was riding up slightly. When Taehyung’s eyes landed on the tiny flash of pale skin that was visible, his mouth suddenly felt dry.

His fingers itched to touch, his tongue to slide across the skin, his mouth to suck on it gently, just to see how quickly it would bruise.

Taehyung reckoned it wouldn’t take much. He reckoned that the glimpse of Yoongi’s hipbone that laid bare would look even prettier, marked by him.

He could feel the low burn of desire flare up in his stomach and he quickly averted his eyes from the bare skin, looking up at Yoongi.

He had put the baseball cap back on and was watching Taehyung from underneath the brim, the corners of his lips turned up slightly, his tongue once again poking out.

As if to demonstrate what he meant before, his fingers were tracing a line down the side of his neck. Distracting.

“Then”, Yoongi continued. “I’d put the salt where I licked your skin so it would stick to it.”

Taehyung’s eyes shot up to his - he was unable to look away, growing warmer by the second. The air between them was filled with tension and Taehyung barely managed to hold himself back.

The urge to lean in, to throw a leg over Yoongi’s, to settle in his lap so Yoongi would have perfect access to his neck had been a constant buzzing in his head ever since Yoongi sat down across from him.

Now, the drive to do it grew stronger with each word laced with innuendo. 

Taehyung never dared to imagine that he would ever be on the receiving side of Yoongi’s sharp, teasing tongue and that imposing, fiery gaze. Online, Yoongi’s thirst traps were maddening and his rap provocative, but everything paled in comparison to having it all directed at you. 

Yoongi had this way with words that made Taehyung weak in the knees, and Taehyung prayed that Hoseok would take over the explanation because Yoongi’s voice evoked such vivid images in Taehyung’s mind... coupled with his intense gaze, he was a danger for Taehyung’s heart.

And his dick.

Unwittingly, Taehyung spread his legs a little, bumping against Yoongi’s as he shifted in his seat, a heat simmering in the pit of his stomach that had nothing to do with the vodka cran he had been drinking.

His throat was dry and he gulped, feeling no relief. 

“Then I’d lick the salt off your neck.”

Yoongi’s eyes flitted down for a split second and grew darker, pupils dilating. Taehyung wondered if Yoongi could see the vein in his neck throbbing wildly with how rapidly his heart was pounding in his chest.

“And chase it with tequila.”

Taehyung was sure Yoongi had no idea what his voice, his words, his presence did to him because he spoke in a slow, suggestive drawl as if he was putting a spell on Taehyung. Which was completely unnecessary because Taehyung was already hanging on to his every word desperately. 

Yoongi didn’t give him any time to breathe.

“You would hold the lemon quarter between your lips.” Taehyung bit into his bottom lip absentmindedly and it caught Yoongi’s attention, his eyes settling onto Taehyung’s mouth. “So I could bite into it.” He concluded softly, quietly.

Neither of them realized that Taehyung was leaning a little closer, a hand propped up on the couch between them, fingertips grazing Yoongi’s thigh. Yoongi had raised his chin slightly, head leaning against the backrest as he looked up at Taehyung, dark eyes half-lidded, intense.

“So you two could make out, you mean.”

Jimin suddenly piped up again and Taehyung turned around sharply, ripped out of his trance.

Jimin was leaning forward, chin propped up on his hand, eyes flitting between them, a playful grin on his lips. Taehyung flushed brightly, glad Yoongi couldn’t see his face. 

Taehyung was staring daggers at Jimin, wishing there was a way to make him stop teasing, insinuating. From experience he knew there wasn’t. It was torture, Jimin’s words making him picture how Yoongi would let the lemon fall from his lips to drag Taehyung into a deep, heady kiss.

Yoongi would taste like tequila and lemon and Taehyung would push his tongue between his lips and drag it across the roof of his mouth. He would tease Yoongi, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it softly - sweet payback for all of Yoongi’s earlier teasing.

And Taehyung would finally climb onto his lap, knees on either side of Yoongi, caging him in between his body and the back of the couch. Taehyung would prop up his hands next to Yoongi’s head and tower above him, making Yoongi surge up into his kiss, whine for his touch - needy. 

Yoongi would keep the baseball cap on, of course. Because he looked outrageously hot in it and Taehyung had a weakness for it. It would force them to tilt their heads and deepen the kiss. Yoongi would rake his fingers through Taehyung’s hair, then trail them down his back.

Taehyung would wish Yoongi left tracks and marks across his skin, digging his fingers into Taehyung’s sides to drag him closer, pressing their bodies together. They wouldn’t give a fuck about their friends; completely lost in the kiss and touch of the other. Desperate for more.

Taehyung was forcefully ripped out of his imagination when Hoseok burst out in raucous laughter next to him, high-fiving Jimin who was sitting on his other side, high-fiving him as if they had made it their task to hound Yoongi and him all night. Taehyung’s blush amplified.

Yoongi huffed while the others laughed.

“Fuck off,” he repeated, no bite behind it. He leaned forward to look directly at Jimin, who was not intimidated at all.

“None of this will happen anyway, since we don’t have tequila here,” Yoongi explained; Jimin rolled his eyes petulantly.

Taehyung was keenly aware of Yoongi’s arm brushing his as Yoongi slightly leaned into him to be able to stare Jimin down.

”There’s still the King’s Cup if you want a disgusting mixture, we don’t need Moonlick for that.”

Jimin just huffed and leaned back, mumbling under his nose.

“So now you can stop imagining what it would be like, Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi whispered against Taehyung’s ear then, devilishly, before leaning back again.

Taehyung froze. Yoongi had spoken so quietly, nobody else could overhear. Heat pooled in his stomach again and he blushed.

Perhaps from the embarrassment of getting caught or maybe the confidence in Yoongi’s words. All these loaded gazes, whispered words, fleeting touches - they were almost intimate. Reserved for Taehyung, hidden from the others.

Taehyung liked the idea of a secret just between them.

They continued with the game - after Hoseok kept insisting that they could do Moonlick without the tequila and lemon and salt and Seokjin finally chimed in to say that none of them wanted to have strawberry jam spread on their neck.

“That’s why it’s licked off though!” 

“If you draw that 10 and I have to lick it off your neck, Hope,” Yoongi drawled, teasingly. “I’ll make sure to use my teeth.”

Taehyung’s eyes were drawn to the way the last syllable pulled Yoongi’s lips sharply to the side, and he raised his upper lip slightly, baring his teeth. 

He was torn between finding it intimidating and... fucking hot.

Yoongi’s words were clearly a thinly veiled threat. He might use his teeth, but not in a hot way. More like an I’ll-rip-your-throat-out kind of way.

Yoongi smirked then.

Taehyung decided he definitely found it hot.

Yoongi was teasing Hoseok but it was different than when he addressed Taehyung. Talking to Hoseok, his tone was offhanded, a little biting - a tone you would use with old friends who get that you’re not serious.

With Taehyung he was flirty, provocative, his tongue sharp.

There was an edge to his voice, something luring and corruptive, akin to how he rapped. It felt like the lick of a flame against his skin, shocking and cold at first but then burning oh so sweetly, making his breath hitch and his heart skip beats and Taehyung loved it.  

Hoseok just rolled his eyes at Yoongi but relented, declaring that he would totally go and get some tequila if he wasn’t too drunk to walk down multiple flights of stairs and come back up again.

“Whatever,” he grinned widely when everybody just laughed. “You’ll do it next time.” 

Even though he meant Yoongi, Hoseok nudged Taehyung with his knee suggestively, then leaned back in his seat.

“It’s your turn now, hyung,” he nodded at Yoongi behind Taehyung’s back.

The others had started talking between themselves but quieted down again, focusing on the game.

Yoongi sat up, reaching for one of the cards on the table. It was getting progressively more difficult to take one without breaking the circle.

He drew a 3 and had to drink. Namjoon had to belly dance for Jimin, which lasted all of 20 seconds before they all burst into laughter. 

Jungkook switched drinks with Hoseok.

Seokjin drew an Ace - waterfall - and stopped drinking pretty much as soon as he started. Yoongi booed loudly.

Jimin had to spin the bottle, ended up pecking Hoseok’s lips.

Hoseok got lucky when it was his turn - he drew the last safe King.

Grinning, he asked Seokjin to pass him the strawberry jam they had brought from downstairs, opening the lid and letting a good amount drop into the soju and soy sauce concoction. He picked up the King’s Cup then, covered it with his hand and shook it to mix all the liquids.

A round of groans accompanied his actions; when he was done, he lifted his hand and smelled the mixture, sighing as he held it out to Taehyung.

“I really hope you don’t draw that last King, Taehyungie.”

Taehyung jerked back sharply when the disgusting smell reached his nose.

The pungent smell of soju and soy sauce was too sudden and too strong, it seemed more acrid since he had drunk a lot, which made him react harshly. When he jumped back, Taehyung nearly lost his balance. The only thing that saved him was a hand quickly tugging on his shirt.

“Careful.”

Yoongi’s voice was deep, a low murmur against Taehyung’s ear which sent a shot of electricity through him. Yoongi held him in place, making sure he wouldn’t fall, fingers carefully pressing him closer. Taehyung saw the curved brim of his cap out of the corner of his eye.

He ended up leaning back against Yoongi’s shoulder, heart racing from that split second of loss of balance.

Yoongi was close, it felt closer than before, when Taehyung’s hand was gripping his thigh, the other one cradling his face. Now, Taehyung was pressed up against Yoongi. 

Yoongi’s lips were close to his ear, his profile hidden from the others by Taehyung, as were his fingers, holding on to Taehyung’s waist. The tips slipped under his shirt lightly, the sensation enough to make Taehyung’s breath catch.

“Wouldn’t want you to fall, Taehyung-ah.”

Then, Yoongi let go of him, and Taehyung hurried to sit up again, ignoring the pesky butterflies in his stomach - it was probably just the alcohol making it act up - and sending Hoseok a dirty look. He ignored the way his blood was rushing in his ears, cheeks warm again.

It was his turn to play now, so he reached for a card that seemed safe - pulling the last King or breaking the circle of cards would mean you lose and have to drink the disgusting concoction, and Taehyung didn’t want to take any chances.

He ended up drawing a 9 - truth or dare.

He flipped the card around so the others could see, and he felt a little uneasy, seeing the excitement bloom on their faces. Especially - who would’ve thought - on Hoseok’s and Jimin’s faces. Taehyung wasn’t sure what to choose. If he picked truth, they could ask about his crush.

Judging by the mischievous glint in Hoseok’s eyes, they most definitely would ask about that.

But the dare... was it really any better? The group didn’t strike him as mean, they wouldn’t ask anything horrible of him, he was sure. And he could still say no and drink instead.

Saying no to a question and deciding to drink instead of answering was oftentimes answer enough. As for the dare, it was probably the safer option, at least for his dignity.

”I pick dare.” He announced, reaching for an unopened bottle of flavored soju to pour himself a drink.

“Oh, I know one!” Jimin screeched excitedly, promptly leaning closer to Hoseok to whisper into his ear.

The grins that spread on their faces made Taehyung nervous. He usually trusted Jimin, but not when he was drunkenly rooting for Taehyung to finally act on his crush.

“Okay!” Hoseok clapped his hands once, then gestured to the bottle in Taehyung’s hands. “You’re all set for your dare! Usually we’d need a funnel or something-”

”Beer bong!” Jimin chimed in.

”Yes, right! But, sadly, we don’t have that, so we’ll make do with just the bottle.” 

“You want me to drink a bottle of soju?” Taehyung asked incredulously. The bottle wasn’t that big and soju wasn’t even that strong, at least compared to the vodka he had been drinking. But still, Taehyung wasn’t sure if he could do it.

”Drinking it is part of your dare, yes.”

“But you won’t be the one drinking the soju.” Hoseok explained. He leaned forward to look at Yoongi. “If you don’t want to do Moonlick, hyung...”

He didn’t finish his sentence and Yoongi just huffed in exasperation.

“How is me drinking the soju supposed to be Taehyung-ah’s dare?”

“Well, you see, he will be the one- um, Namjoon-ah, what’s the equivalent to feeding someone but with soju?”

”I don’t know, getting them drunk?” Namjoon suggested and Hoseok groaned.

“That’s boring. How about... imbuing, hm? Maybe watering but since it’s soju instead... sojuing?”

“That’s-” Yoongi groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know what, forget it. Come on, Taehyung-ah”, he said, brushing his knee against Taehyung’s leg until Taehyung turned to him, wide-eyed. “ Imbue me.”

He said it with a sarcastic edge to his voice, and Taehyung grinned.

Taehyung stood up, turning to Yoongi, the bottle of soju in his hand. Yoongi was sitting a little straighter now, face turned up so he could look at Taehyung, who’s breath caught in his throat again, his grip on the bottle tightening.

Yoongi was really fucking gorgeous, honestly.

Even in the dim lights, with his cap drawing shadows across his face, he looked so, so good. His eyes were wide, expectant, his lips hanging open a little.

Taehyung wasn’t sure if it was because he was waiting for Taehyung, or out of habit, but they looked, in a word, inviting.

They were full, and pink, and there was a slight sheen as if Yoongi had just dragged his tongue across his lower lip and Taehyung was burning on the inside. He wanted to taste them, see how much pinker they could get from kissing alone, then from sucking on them, biting.

Taehyung was transfixed by them, and he was only broken out of his stupor when Seokjin cleared his throat loudly and Yoongi nudged him with his foot. Taehyung shook his head, embarrassed, and he leaned a little closer. However, the position was uncomfortable for him.

He’d have to bend over, so instead he put a knee on the couch to support himself, right next to Yoongi’s leg. They were so, so close as he leaned in, raising the bottle.

He saw Yoongi gulp, opening his mouth a little wider.

Their eyes met for a second.

Taehyung held his breath.

”Oh but you don’t even know what the dare is!” Jimin piped up, startling them both. Taehyung turned to face Jimin, his body still angled towards Yoongi. Absentmindedly, he raised the hand that wasn’t holding the bottle of soju to Yoongi’s shoulder to steady himself.

“What?”

“Your dare is to, well, make Yoongi drink the soju, yes. But!” He raised a finger in the air to emphasize his point. “We don’t waste good alcohol in this house-”

”That’s not even good soju.” Yoongi mumbled, his warm breath hitting the skin of Taehyung’s neck, making him shiver.

”So don’t spill any Taehyungie, or you’ll have to lick it off.”

Taehyung squinted at Jimin who just giggled excitedly, slapping Hoseok’s knee. The two working together was a nightmare. As if their only purpose in life was to make him want to sink into the floor in embarrassment.

He felt the way Yoongi stiffened at Jimin’s words under his fingers, and Taehyung’s grip on Yoongi’s shoulder tightened infinitesimally.

He mouthed the words “I will end you!” at the pair, then turned back around. Yoongi was looking up at him with an unreadable glint in his eyes.

“Alright.” Taehyung mumbled, more to himself than to Yoongi, really.

He took his hand off of Yoongi’s shoulder, leaning a little closer, a blush on his cheeks. All his attention zeroed in on Yoongi’s lips again. They were slightly parted; Yoongi’s tongue tracing the bottom lip. 

Taehyung placed his fingers beneath Yoongi’s chin softly, tilting his head up just a tiny bit. Yoongi exhaled sharply through his nose, the air hitting Taehyung’s hand.

They were so, so close.

Taehyung dragged his thumb across the soft, pale skin right below Yoongi’s shiny lips.

He pressed his thumb against Yoongi’s chin, then, pushing it down gently, prompting Yoongi to open his mouth a little wider.

Yoongi acquiesced easily.

Taehyung let his thumb trace Yoongi’s bottom lip - it was soft underneath his touch. Would it be just as soft against his lips? 

The thought haunted him, making him lose himself in his imagination again, only broken out of it when he felt Yoongi’s fingers wrapping around the side of his leg, right above the knee Taehyung had propped up on the couch next to Yoongi. He squeezed it lightly, but insistently. 

Taehyung blinked quickly a couple of times, then he raised the bottle of soju to Yoongi’s face, until the mouth of the bottle was pressed against his own thumb, so he could control it better.

“Tilt your head back,” he instructed quietly, carefully holding on to Yoongi's face.

Yoongi did as he was asked, his mouth falling open and his head falling back. Taehyung moved the bottle accordingly. The first drop of soju spilled over the rim and Yoongi started drinking, his eyes never leaving Taehyung’s, his gaze too intense, the position too intimate. 

Too reminiscent of an entirely different situation that had Taehyung blushing fiercely, as his imagination went wild again. He imagined them in this exact position but in his apartment instead, Taehyung towering above Yoongi and Yoongi’s cute, pink tongue darting out again.

Catching on Taehyung's thumb for an entirely different reason, giving small, tiny kitten licks to it before he would take it between his full pink lips. He would wrap them around it and suck, tongue swirling against the tip, his eyes locked on Taehyung’s like they were right now. 

Right now was different than his imagination, but no less nerve-racking, no less intense - Yoongi’s bottom lip was pressed against the neck of the bottle as Taehyung pushed it a little further in, in an effort not to spill the soju. He was careful not to tilt it too strongly.

His thumb caressed the skin below Yoongi’s bottom lip softly. Yoongi was gulping down the soju obediently, easily, as if it was water. His pupils were blown wide. Taehyung felt Yoongi’s grip around his leg, the pads of his fingers pressing into the back of Taehyung’s thigh.

Yoongi was holding on to him, and fuck , Taehyung wanted him to slide his hand higher, to touch him, to stroke it across Taehyung’s body, unhindered by his jeans.

Maybe he would scratch his nails across the skin, leaving red trails, or maybe he would keep Taehyung in place.

Keep him secure, while his mouth would drive him completely insane. Fuck .

Suddenly, Yoongi squeezed his leg with intent, and Taehyung focused back on the task at hand. Subconsciously, he had tilted the bottle too far, making it difficult for Yoongi to keep up with the drinking.

He adjusted his grip, but not before a drop of soju escaped from the corner of Yoongi’s lips. Taehyung saw the liquid trickle down slowly, leaving a track of soju on Yoongi’s skin. Taehyung wanted to taste it, wanted to lean down and follow the trail, lick into Yoongi’s mouth.

It took Yoongi two more gulps to finish the soju, then he raised his hand to Taehyung’s, the one that was holding the bottle. Yoongi put his head back and tilted the bottle until Taehyung held it vertically right above Yoongi’s lips, the last few drops spilling into his mouth.

Taehyung’s other hand was still holding on to his chin. Their eyes met when Taehyung’s thumb fleetingly traced Yoongi’s lower lip. He let it slide to the corner of his lips, then, wiping away the drop of soju that he had spilled before.

The others probably didn’t even see it.

Taehyung was looking down at Yoongi as he raised his hand to his own mouth, opening it enough for his tongue to sneak out, pressing it against his thumb to taste the soju off of Yoongi’s lips. The hand around his leg tensed. Taehyung felt warm as he rubbed his lips together.

Yoongi’s eyes were wide, following Taehyung as he stood back up from the couch, placing the empty bottle on the ground next to the couch. He sat back down, ignoring the heat bubbling in his stomach and the way his fingers itched to touch Yoongi again, to lean closer.

Yoongi was still sitting up straight, as if he was trying to process everything, and Taehyung leaned back on the couch, eyes catching Hoseok and Jimin’s.

“Done.” He said haughtily, shrugging, an innocent grin on his lips.

”Well, one thing’s for sure.” Seokjin chimed in then.

The table was quiet, Jimin and Hoseok were staring at them while Jungkook played with his cup and Namjoon looked around, not meeting their eyes.

Seokjin continued, mirth shining in his eyes. “You were right, Jiminie, you and Jungkook-ah together really aren’t all that bad.” 

His eyes were on Yoongi, his tone joking, and Yoongi just flipped him off.

Seokjin started laughing and the others chimed in, the tension dissipating instantly. Taehyung smiled at them, but the blood rushed into his cheeks. His heart was pounding behind his ribs. He felt warm.

Obviously Seokjin was joking, but Taehyung wondered what Yoongi was thinking. Being compared to Jimin and Jungkook, who looked two seconds away from straight up making out on the couch before - did Yoongi and him really look like that too? Did Yoongi mind? It didn’t seem like it.

Taehyung turned his face to Yoongi, but he didn’t seem bothered or annoyed at all. Hm.

Since it was his turn next, Yoongi reached for a card.

He pulled an 8, retaliating for Seokjin’s comment by deciding that he would be his drinking mate. Seokjin, however, seemed to be lucky.

Namjoon was up next and even though he was careful, when he slid the card he picked out from beneath another, the ring of cards broke, and everybody started cheering and laughing at the face he pulled. Taehyung felt bad for him - the mixture in the King’s Cup must be disgusting.

Namjoon reached for the cup and sniffed at it - bad idea. He grimaced, holding it away from his nose, staring at it as if it had offended him personally.

”Namjoon-ah, if you need someone to help you drink it maybe you should ask Taehyungie,” Hoseok suggested, grinning wickedly. “He’s really good at it, I think Yoongi-hyung can confirm.”

Taehyung pushed at his shoulder, spluttering as he flushed again.

”Shut up, Hope,” Yoongi just rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and nodding at Namjoon. “Go ahead. Can’t be worse than the coffee Hoseok makes.”

”Hey!”

They started laughing at Hoseok’s affronted expression and even Namjoon managed a small smile, while he stared at the cup warily.

“I don’t think I can do it. Have you seen the consistency!?” Namjoon tilted the cup slightly, watching as the brown liquid slid from side to side. 

It was kind of thick because of the jam - knowing what it smelled like and seeing the consistency, Taehyung was sure he wouldn’t be able to drink it either.

”You have to, Namjoon-hyung, you broke the circle.” Jimin put on a saccharine smile, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Namjoon groaned loudly, throwing his head back and stomping his feet as if he was trying to spur himself on to just do it. Taehyung leaned forward, hands clasped together in front of him while they waited for Namjoon to drink it. Taehyung was nervous, on the edge of his seat.

“You can do it, hyung.” Jungkook piped up, patting Namjoon’s shoulder encouragingly, even if his expression didn’t really seem confident.

”Fuck, okay, fine .” Namjoon squeezed his eyes shut and pinched his nose. He took a deep breath, held it for a second and exhaled harshly.

Then, everything happened quickly. He raised the cup to his lips, but since his eyes were still closed, he hit it against his teeth first, releasing his nose in shock and inhaling through it, the smell of the mixture hitting him and making him exhale through his nose sharply. 

The exhale made the contents of the King’s Cup spray back at him, and Namjoon jerked back harshly, the soju-soy-strawberry mixture landing on his nose and covering the bottom part of his face.

For two seconds, everybody was completely silent, just staring at what was happening.

Then, as if someone flipped a switch, they all broke out into raucous laughter. Hoseok doubled over, holding his stomach, Jimin slipped to the floor, tears streaming down his face, Seokjin’s windshield wiper laughter made them all laugh even harder, Jungkook clapped his hands.

And Taehyung, as he often did, threw himself over the closest lap. Which, right now, happened to be Yoongi’s.

Taehyung grabbed on to Yoongi’s shirt, his other hand slapping Yoongi’s knee repeatedly as he laughed. Tears sprung to his eyes, and his vision started to get blurry.

He buried his face against Yoongi’s chest, giggling uncontrollably, the image of Namjoon’s disgusted face seared into his brain. In his intoxicated state, it was the most hilarious thing, and Taehyung could barely get a grip on himself, let alone stop long enough to realise... 

There was a hand at the small of his back, holding him steady as Taehyung’s other hand came up to Yoongi’s chest as well, curled into a fist, which he hit against Yoongi’s chest repeatedly. The others were still laughing loudly in the background, teasing Namjoon relentlessly. 

Nobody seemed to pay them any attention, and Taehyung was grateful for it. Because he started to calm down slowly, and he became painfully aware of the position he was in.

Halfway sprawled across Yoongi’s lap, pressed up against him, feeling how buff he was underneath his shirt.

He could also feel Yoongi’s hand keeping him close, fingers splayed over the small of his back where his shirt had ridden up slightly, and the skin-on-skin contact was making Taehyung’s heart pound behind his ribs. Taehyung’s hands were curled into fists. He stopped breathing.

He knew - technically - the longer he stayed in this position, the more awkward it would be once he disentangled himself from Yoongi. But it was already awkward as fuck.

Yoongi didn’t strike him as a person who liked to have people throw themselves at him. What if he messed up?

He could chalk it up to being drunk, of course. That was the easy way out, the way that could let him preserve at least some dignity. It was also the way that allowed him to uncurl his fists and splay them across Yoongi’s shoulders instead, holding on tightly for a little longer.

It allowed him to stay right there, on Yoongi’s lap where he had wanted to be all night long, while he let the last chuckles rock through his body.

When he breathed in, he could smell Yoongi’s cologne, and it almost drew a whine out of him, because Yoongi even smelled good.

Slowly, Taehyung became aware of the laughter getting quieter behind him, the voices of their friends overlapping as they joked around, teasing Namjoon. Taehyung knew he had to detach himself from Yoongi.

He opened his eyes, which had been squeezed shut before, inhaling deeply.

With his hands pressed against Yoongi’s shoulders, he pushed himself away from Yoongi. In their position, Taehyung had to look up at him, and he blushed when he found that Yoongi was already watching him. He became even more aware of the calloused fingers against his skin.

Taehyung jerked back when their eyes met, and it was - again - only Yoongi’s hold on his shirt that saved him from falling to the ground. Yoongi’s hands slid to his waist, pulling him close when Taehyung was about to fall over. Taehyung’s hands landed on Yoongi’s pecs again.

“I told you to be careful, Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi rumbled, and Taehyung gulped, cheeks reddening.

”I was careful.” He breathed, staring up at Yoongi.

”You weren’t.”

”I was, I-”

”You”, Yoongi started, leaning close to whisper right against Taehyung’s ear. “Spilled the soju.”

Taehyung’s heart stopped, then picked up again, beating wildly in his chest.

“I- I didn’t, it was only a small drop.”

”You spilled it, and you didn’t admit it. You cheated, Taehyung-ah.”

Taehyung sputtered. “I did not cheat, I-”

”You didn’t complete your dare.”

Yoongi’s grip around Taehyung’s waist tightened slightly and Taehyung turned his face to stare up at him incredulously.

”You wasted good booze again, spilled it, didn’t lick it when you were dared to...” Yoongi listed, raising an eyebrow as if challenging Taehyung to object.

The blood was rushing in Taehyung’s ears, heat pooling in the pit of his stomach.

“Yoongi-hyung”, Taehyung whispered tentatively, acutely aware of the fact that this was the first time he addressed Yoongi by his name. “Did you want me to lick the soju off your skin?”

Everything around them seemed to come to a stop, for a second that felt more like a small eternity as their eyes met.

Taehyung was holding his breath, not daring to move a single limb in case he broke the spell.

Yoongi watched him closely, his touch burning Taehuyng’s skin.

Taehyung had ended up sitting in his lap sideways, hands clutching Yoongi’s shirt. He had closed his mouth the second his words left his lips, shocked by his own boldness.

It was the alcohol talking. Yes, that must be it.

Yoongi was still watching him closely. Then, he sighed.

”No.”

The sound of someone hitting the brakes seemed to go off in Taehyung’s head, tires screeching against asphalt, too late to prevent the impact.

He could feel his entire face fall at the single utterance, and he almost jerked back again, but Yoongi still held on to him tightly.

The ‘No.’ felt like a slap in the face; one that he had brought upon himself.

Why was he so stupid to ask that? Who in their right mind would’ve said yes to that question? It was so weird. How could he have put himself on the spot like that? Stupid. Fucking drunk and stupid.

Taehyung gulped, cheeks aflame, and lowered his eyes in shame. They settled on Yoongi’s collar. 

He frowned when he spotted the hated lipstick stain on Yoongi’s shirt. He wasn’t sure if he should laugh or cry. Obviously Yoongi didn’t want Taehyung to lick the soju off of him. 

He probably already had someone that he’d rather have on his lap instead of Taehyung. The girl from before. Perhaps. Of course. He had mentioned the dare just to rile Taehyung up, not to flirt. It was just wishful thinking on Taehyung’s part. His grip on Yoongi’s shirt tightened.

He huffed, looking up at Yoongi again.

“Then why do you care if I completed the dare or not? If you mourn that spilled soju so much, ask your friend from earlier to lick it off for you. Seems like she wouldn’t mind.” He let out a humorless laugh, tugging at Yoongi’s collar.

Yoongi chuckled, stoking the spark of anger simmering in the pit of Taehyung’s stomach. Taehyung was about to move off of him when Yoongi’s fingers wrapped around his wrist like a shackle, keeping him close. He leaned forward again, lips right against the shell of Taehyung’s ear.

“I think her girlfriend might.”

The words were quiet, laced with the teasing, provocative humor Yoongi had addressed him with all night, and Taehyung froze, wide-eyed. The blood rushed into his cheeks again, embarrassment at his misplaced jealousy making him blush brightly.

“I do mourn spilled soju a lot, though,” Yoongi continued without missing a beat, murmuring against Taehyung’s ear teasingly, making him shiver.

His breath was fanning across Taehyung’s cheek, the cold metal of Yoongi’s necklace hitting his collarbone as Yoongi leaned close. 

There was barely any space left between them, Taehyung wasn’t sure if the heat that ran through him was from the alcohol, or the proximity - Yoongi was right there, holding on to him, softly but decidedly, and Taehyung almost forgot how to breathe.

His voice was a quiet whisper.

“Then why did you say no?” Taehyung asked, deciding there was no point in skirting around the question he wanted, needed, the answer to.

He closed his eyes tightly, turning his face to the side, away from Yoongi, as his hand curled into a fist. Yoongi was still holding on to it. 

“You didn’t let me finish, Taehyung-ah.”

Yoongi was speaking against the soft skin right under Taehyung’s ear, letting the tip of his nose follow the line of Taehyung's neck, softly, fleetingly. His thumb drew lazy circles on the inside of Taehyung’s wrist. Then, he continued.

“I said no,'' he admitted, pressing Taehyung's hand to his chest, pulling him close.

“What I meant was 'no, not like that'.” Hot breath against Taehyung’s ear.

“Not if it’s because of a game.” Against his cheek.

“Or a dare.” Against his jaw.

“Not if you don’t want to.”

Taehyung’s breath hitched in his throat, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Yoongi spoke in his slow, syrupy drawl that seemed to envelop Taehyung in a cocoon of heat. His words akin to a tender caress, a tentative question and firm promise, and it made Taehyung’s knees weak.

He uncurled his fingers, splaying them across Yoongi’s chest, fingertips brushing the skin of his neck as he inhaled shakily. The low fire simmering in the pit of his stomach had turned from anger into longing and the heat of Yoongi’s body against his was driving him crazy.

“Is this a game, Taehyung-ah?”

Yoongi whispered, then, teasing, yet almost as if he was uncertain of Taehyung’s answer.

His lips were hovering above the skin of Taehyung’s neck, waiting, right there, but not quite touching. Taehyung trembled, his heart fluttering in his chest.

“No.” 

Taehyung’s voice was a quiet whisper and the utterance had barely dropped from his lips when Yoongi closed the space between them.

He pressed his lips against the skin of Taehyung’s neck at last, softly yet urgently, as if he couldn’t waste a second longer waiting to do it.

Yoongi placed soft butterfly kisses against the side of Taehyung’s neck and it elicited a quiet groan from him. The gentle press of his lips was such a contrast to Yoongi’s bold intensity and it made heat pool in the pit of Taehyung’s stomach instantly, his heart clenching up.

Yoongi let go of his wrist and raised his hand to Taehyung’s jaw, fingers tilting his head back softly, exposing the side of his neck. Taehyung’s fingers curled into Yoongi’s shirt desperately and he whimpered when Yoongi dragged his lips over the sensitive skin below his jaw.

His eyes fluttered shut when he felt Yoongi latch onto him, opening his lips and letting the tip of his tongue lick a hot, wet stripe across his overheated skin, tasting the remnants of the soju he had spilled before. The sensation made his toes curl and his jeans grew tight. 

“ Hyung ,” he breathed out, voice shaky, and the hand Yoongi had wrapped around his waist fell to Taehyung’s thigh possessively, curling around it.

Yoongi sucked at the soft skin under Taehyung’s jaw and Taehyung keened, hand sliding to the back of Yoongi’s hair, keeping him close.

“You’re so careless, Taehyung-ah.” Yoongi huffed, the air that hit the wet spot where he had sucked a tender bruise into Taehyung’s skin felt cold and made Taehyung shiver in Yoongi’s grasp. “You seem quiet and intense.” A kiss against Taehyung’s jaw. “But you laugh so brightly.”

“You don’t even care that you make everyone around you fall for you.” Yoongi chuckled. “That you make them long for you - your eyes on them, your touch on their body.”

Yoongi emphasized his words with a squeeze around his thigh. Taehyung’s grip tightened around Yoongi’s shoulder.

“You don’t seem to notice.” Yoongi observed, one hand curled around the side of Taehyung’s face, thumb stroking his warm cheek.

Taehyung leaned back, wanting, needing to see Yoongi’s face. Yoongi was already looking down at him, his dark eyes intense.

“How you drive them crazy.”

Taehyung's heart was racing.

“Or maybe you just don’t care,” Yoongi whispered, that infuriating smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Like I said...” He continued, his thumb tracing Taehyung’s bottom lip, mimicking what Taehyung did before, during his bet. Taehyung forgot how to breathe.

“Careless.”

Taehyung surged forward then, showing Yoongi exactly how careless he was as he crashed their lips together.

They’ve been flirting, teasing all night, slowly driving the other crazy. It felt like a countdown; like each look, each touch made the smouldering wick burn off a little more.

Now, with Taehyung slotting their lips together, the flame reached its end, the stick of dynamite exploding between them, making them crash and burn and fall into each other desperately. They were losing themselves in the other’s touch, taste, in the sounds they were making. 

Taehyung’s hands came up to the nape of Yoongi’s neck, drawing him closer urgently. He moved his lips against Yoongi’s, coaxing a desperate groan out of him that shot straight through Taehyung’s body. His cheeks were on fire and his eyes were shut and he mewled, longed for more.

Taehyung was careless as he pressed closer, careless as he tilted his head to the side, careless as he deepened the kiss. He opened his lips and wasted no time, arms looping around the back of Yoongi’s head as he let his tongue slide into his mouth, wet and hot and demanding.

Yoongi met him with equal fervor, licking into his mouth and sucking on his lips. He grinned when they separated for a split second, then dove right back in.

He bit into Taehyung’s bottom lip softly, soothed the tender sting of pain with his tongue, hands cupping Taehyung’s face.

Their kiss was deep and hot, toe-curling and absolutely blood-boiling. Yoongi was so responsive to Taehyung’s touch and so confident in his own - his tongue teasing, fingers tilting Taehyung’s head exactly how he wanted it. Taehyung was all but melting into it, pliant, caving in.

It made Taehyung never want to stop kissing Yoongi.

He didn’t care that they were at a party.

Didn’t care that Yoongi had lipstick on his shirt and tasted like whiskey.

Didn’t care that it had started with a game.

Didn’t care that they weren’t alone.

Didn’t care that-

Oh, fuck .

Taehyung froze, jerking away once again, breaking their kiss.

He almost fell off the couch, but Yoongi managed to hold onto his shirt and keep him on his lap. Yoongi’s chest was rising and falling rapidly, lips plump and pink from their kiss, hanging open slightly, invitingly.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, confused as Taehyung stared at him with fear in his eyes.

Taehyung groaned, leaning his forehead against Yoongi’s shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut.

”How bad is it, hyung?” He asked, his voice a weak murmur, cheeks aflame.

“How bad is what?”

”Jimin.”

He heard Yoongi’s deep, attractive chuckle, and he felt really warm when Yoongi’s hands came up around him, one on his back and the other sinking into his hair.

”I don’t know,” he said, and Taehyung could hear the smirk in his voice. ”He’s probably making out with Jungkook.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Taehyung asked urgently, fingers tightened around Yoongi’s shirt. He could imagine Jimin’s shit-eating grin as he watched them make out. Fuck.

”I mean I don’t know because he’s not here. They left.”

”Him and Jungkook?”

”All of them.”

What.

“I think Namjoon went to clean himself up, Hoseok and Jin are probably dancing now that we finished the game. You can guess what Jimin and Jungkook are up to. I don’t know, though, I haven’t exactly been paying attention.” He huffed, pressing a kiss against the crown of Taehyung’s head. Taehyung was melting.

“That so?” He asked, feigning innocence as he peered up at Yoongi.

“You’re a menace, Taehyung-ah.” Yoongi pinched his side. “Want to get out of here?”

Taehyung’s heart fluttered in his chest and he nodded, feeling giddy when they stood up and Yoongi reached for his hand.

Yoongi led the way out of the room and down the stairs.

Taehyung followed him with a silly grin on his lips. He still couldn’t believe he was leaving a party with Min Yoongi. That they had kissed and made out. That they would most likely do it again. He barely held back a squeal.

They were on the first floor when Taehyung reached out to grasp Yoongi’s hand in both of his, grinning when Yoongi turned to look at him quizzically. Yoongi rolled his eyes and tugged a blushing Taehyung closer. He stood on his tiptoes, stealing a quick kiss from Taehyung’s lips.

Then, Yoongi turned back around, but this time it was Taehyung’s turn to pull at his hand.

“We should do something before we go, hyung!” He whispered conspiratorially.

“Do what?” Yoongi asked.

Taehyung grinned, tilting his head to the side, a teasing smirk on his lips. 

“Ever heard of Moonlick, hyung?”

🥃

Yoongi’s fingers were laced with Taehyung’s as he pulled him towards the kitchen instead of the bar, a wicked smile on his lips.

The kitchen was at the far end of the building and there weren’t many people around here - most of them stayed where the music and the booze was.  Back here the music was muffled, only the strong bass was still echoing through the house.

Yoongi led them into the huge kitchen, the door falling shut behind them. He turned on a low, warm light that didn’t hurt Taehyung’s eyes.

”What are we doing here?“ Taehyung asked. He was looking around in awe. The kitchen was bigger than his apartment. That shouldn’t surprise him anymore, after all this entire mansion was huge.

”Here, sit down,“ Yoongi urged him to sit on the stool by the kitchen island, while he started rummaging through the cabinets. 

Taehyung propped his chin up on his hand, watching Yoongi curiously. He seemed like he knew exactly what he wanted and what he was doing and Taehyung felt another pang of attraction run through him. His eyes travelled down and all the way back up Yoongi’s body appreciatively.

A lopsided grin settled on his lips when he thought back to how he’s just had Yoongi beneath him and how he might just get him in that same position later tonight. Hm.

"We want to do it right this time,"  Taehyung’s eyes snapped up to Yoongi’s again. ”Right, Taehyung-ah?“

Yoongi put down a cutting board, knife, lemon, salt and a bottle of tequila on the kitchen island. He stood on the other side of it - too far away for Taehyung’s taste, but at least Taehyung could appreciate the view. Yoongi pushed his tongue against the corner of his mouth. He was such a natural tease. He’d said before that Taehyung was unaware of what he did to him.

Well, Taehyung thought that Yoongi was just as bad.

“Right”, Taehyung agreed quietly, watching dreamily as Yoongi went about cutting the lemons into halves and then into quarters.  

It should’ve been just that, cutting lemons, but when Yoongi did it with a little smirk on his puffy lips, tongue peeking out, long fingers wrapped around the knife, veins on his hands on display - it made Taehyung want to crawl across the table to get these hands on him again. It was almost infuriating, the way Yoongi took time to carefully arrange the slices in a row, so meticulous, so calm.

Taehyung was anything but calm — he was restless on his seat, waiting to jump Yoongi and kiss him senseless. He still felt the ghost of Yoongi’s lips against his.

"How do you feel?" Yoongi interrupted Taehyung’s inner debate on whether or not to climb onto the kitchen island separating them right then and there. Taehyung thought it best not to reveal those thoughts just yet.

"Um, fine?" He answered with a questioning tilt to his voice. He wasn’t quite sure why Yoongi was asking in the first place.

"You sure? You were swaying a little on the way downstairs", Yoongi explained, not looking at him, but Taehyung heard the insistence and - possibly? - concern in his voice.

Taehyung blushed at Yoongi’s worry. He also suddenly noticed the slight buzzing behind his temples - tell-tale sign that he’d drunk quite a bit. He usually had that realisation when he looked into a mirror in the bathroom of a club, or when he left the heat of a dorm after a party and went out into the cold night. He hadn’t really noticed it before. It made sense that he did now, when Yoongi pointed it out.

"No, no, I’m fine", Taehyung insisted, hands raised in a reassuring motion. At least he didn’t slur his speech yet. The buzzing was normal, he just needed some water to clear his head.

"Uh-huh." Yoongi didn’t seem convinced.

"No, I’m serious, hyung", Taehyung grinned charmingly when Yoongi’s eyes snapped up to his for a quick second, his cheeks flushing. “Don’t worry about me, it was just the sudden movement after sitting down for so long, you know how it is.“

"Right…" Yoongi sighed, obviously still not quite convinced.

Taehyung thought his worry was sweet. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but he felt like he was halfway to falling in love with Min Yoongi already. His crush had already been huge when he was just pining from afar.

But now, it seemed to have grown with each teasing, flirty, sarcastic or worried remark that fell from his lips.

Also, his lips. Taehyung wanted to kiss them again, wanted to have them on his skin, on his neck already. He couldn’t wait for it, but he had to make sure, too.

"Anyway, how do you feel? You drank stronger shit than I did", he remarked, scrunching up his nose in distaste when he thought back to the whisky he tried from Yoongi’s cup before.

Yoongi snorted and Taehyung’s heart did a little flip in his chest. He liked making Yoongi laugh. His chin was still propped up on his hand and he looked at Yoongi from beneath his lashes, at the pretty flush on his cheeks.

"What, you didn’t like the whisky?" Yoongi grinned, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Taehyung. "You sure swallowed it like your life depended on it."

Taehyung’s face burned at the thought his racy mind supplied automatically, of what else he’d like to swallow. He shook his head, kept his words a little more PG than his thoughts were.

"I honestly don’t know how you can drink it, hyung."

"Practice."

Taehyung rolled his eyes. There was no amount of practice that could make him like drinking straight whisky, he was sure of it.

"If you say so", he just grinned.

A moment later, Yoongi let his hands drop to the countertop, looking at Taehyung.

"Okay, you’re sure you’re fine and want this tequila shot?"

In any other situation, Taehyung would’ve hesitated. He felt fine, sure, but he definitely wasn’t a fan of tequila - alcohol in general, really. He’s used to making his drinks with a ridiculous liquor-to-mixer ratio; he liked them sweet and with as little alcohol as possible. So yes, under other circumstances, he would’ve said no.

But this tequila shot came with the promise of having Yoongi so, so close again. Of having him pressed up against Taehyung, having his hands on Taehyung’s body and his lips, his tongue on his neck. Taehyung didn’t hesitate.

“Yes”, he answered decidedly. “I’m sure.”

Taehyung made his voice sound overly serious on purpose. He felt ridiculously giddy when he saw the corner of Yoongi’s mouth twitch in amusement at his antics.

”Fine. This is the last shot and then-“ Yoongi paused, turned around. He procured two glasses from somewhere, filling them with water. "Then you’re drinking this."

He squeezed the juice of a lemon quarter into the water. Yoongi was a saint and Taehyung was officially in love.

"So you’ll sober up", he explained, pushed the glass towards Taehyung.

"Ah, hyung", Taehyung started, quickly wrapping his hand around the glass and Yoongi’s fingers, which were still holding on to it. "You’re taking care of me."

Taehyung fluttered his lashes at Yoongi, whose cheeks turned red instantly. He wasn’t even looking at Taehyung.

Taehyung thought it was endearing - Yoongi watched out for others in such a low-key way.

Taehyung had seen it before, when Yoongi handed his teammates water during breaks between matches. He never looked at them, but it was obvious he cared. At least to Taehyung it was. So cute.

Yoongi huffed, sliding his hand out from beneath Taehyung’s grasp, glancing away as if he was embarrassed of looking out for Taehyung. If Taehyung hadn’t seen him during his matches, if he only knew him from tonight, he wouldn’t have guessed that Yoongi would be so considerate. Most people, himself included, knew him as the fearless shooting guard, a talented producer, a blunt rapper and, well, as really fucking hot.

Tonight, he looked so attractive with his cap and the chains on his wrists and around his neck. The word fuckboy came to his mind before. But now, Taehyung learned how he blushed easily, how his eyes glinted when he flirted, how Yoongi looked out for him, how he had the prettiest gummy smile - not that Taehyung could ever tell him that - and how he insisted on making sure Taehyung felt fine, that he was sure.

Halfway in love, that’s what Taehyung thought before? Make that three quarters there. Speaking of quarters...

Yoongi smirked a little as he threw away the lemon quarters he had used up for the water.

"Actually I just don’t want to have to clean up if you vomit on my floor."

There was a wicked glint in his eyes as he looked up from beneath his lashes, and it was Taehyung’s turn to raise his eyebrow.

"On your floor, huh? Are you taking me back to your place, then, hyung?" Taehyung asked, his voice deep, a lazy grin on his lips. "On the first date?"

There it was again, that something that made him flirt so openly, that made him so shameless in his teasing.

Yoongi just rolled his eyes, not giving an answer. Hm. It made Taehyung want to tease him a little more.

"What will we do there, hyung?"

Yoongi’s eyes snapped up to his.

"You want to watch a movie? Maybe you’ll invite me in for a coffee, not that I would drin-"

"Do you really want me to spell it out?" Yoongi piped up.

"Well, if you ask like-"

"Do you know what I want, Taehyung-ah?" Yoongi interrupted him, reaching for the bottle of tequila. He unscrewed the cap and put it right in front of Taehyung, arching an eyebrow. Taehyung’s mouth instantly snapped shut. Yoongi started to walk around the kitchen island and Taehyung’s eyes never left him; he felt the tension suddenly spike between them as he sat up straight.

"What do you want, hyung?" Taehyung’s voice was breathy when Yoongi stepped up to him. He turned his entire body to the side to face Yoongi. The low, warm light made Yoongi look so soft and Taehyung’s heart was pounding hard, almost in tune with the subdued sound of the bass.

Taehyung had thought that the flame of desire had dwindled down a little since they disentangled themselves from each other and left the calm, almost sensuous mood of the room upstairs behind, but the heat was still simmering within him, and Yoongi just stoked it again.

"I’d really love that shot of tequila", Yoongi murmured, stepping right up to Taehyung. He slid the cutting board with the lemon squares closer to them, getting everything ready so the salt and the tequila were within reach, too. "So we can finally leave. What do you think?"

Taehyung gulped, nodding slowly. Yes, yes, great idea, he supported it fully.

"You’ll have to show me how to do it, hyung. I don’t remember the steps anymore," he mumbled. Okay, maybe that was a tiny white lie, but judging by the smirk on his lips, Yoongi didn’t seem to mind.

"Don’t worry, Taehyung-ah,“ Yoongi started, and fuck - he looked so hot as he stepped even closer, right between Taehyung’s spread legs. Taehyung itched to reach out and drag him in just a little more, until there was no space left between them. "I’ll demonstrate it for you."

They were almost at eye-level with each other, and Taehyung felt Yoongi’s hand drop to his thigh, felt Yoongi stroke it a little higher absentmindedly. Taehyung’s mouth was dry; he forgot how to breathe for a second. All he could do was stare and hang on to Yoongi’s every word.

"All you have to do —" Yoongi started, turning away to reach for a lemon quarter. He turned back to Taehyung, raising it to his lips with a soft "Open up" and Taehyung obliged, opening his mouth so he could take the lemon square between his lips. "— is make sure not to drop it."

Taehyung was staring up into Yoongi’s eyes as he closed his lips around the lemon quarter, his tongue instinctively darting forward to taste it, and the bitterness of the rind made him scrunch his nose in distaste. Yoongi’s gaze was soft when he breathed out a quiet “cute”.

Taehyung blushed, feeling the way his pulse quickened as Yoongi squeezed his thigh, reaching for the salt shaker with his other hand. Then, he turned his gaze back to Taehyung, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Pay attention, Taehyung-ah," he whispered enticingly.

Since Taehyung was sitting, he had to look up at Yoongi again and he found that he enjoyed it. He probably would enjoy it even more if he looked up at Yoongi while Yoongi was riding him, with his knees on either side of Taehyung’s hips and Taehyung’s hands on Yoongi’s thighs. Shit, that image made all his blood rush south, and the groan that was building up in the back of his throat made him struggle to hold on to the lemon in his mouth.

Taehyung raised his hand to make sure he wouldn’t drop it but Yoongi tsked, grabbing his wrist and pulling it down.

"No cheating", Yoongi scolded him, pushing Taehyung’s hand down until it was lying on top of his thigh, where Yoongi held on to it before.

Yoongi raised his hand to the nape of Taehyung’s neck, fingers sliding into his hair. It was the perfect length for Yoongi to hold on to it. The perfect length to pull a little, to tilt Taehyung’s head back and slightly to the side, exposing his neck and the sharp line of his jaw.

Yoongi was insistent in his touch, in his pull, and Taehyung felt a jolt of electricity run through his body as Yoongi leaned closer. Yoongi raised the hand that was holding the salt shaker to the collar of Taehyung’s button up shirt, tugging it down with his index finger before he leaned in, his breath hot against the skin of Taehyung’s neck.

“First,” he started, murmuring right against Taehyung’s ear. His lips were hovering millimeters above his skin. Taehyung could almost feel them on him despite the small distance. Goosebumps covered his skin when Yoongi’s grip in his hair tightened just a fraction.

“You lick.”

Yoongi whispered, and continued without missing a beat. With the tip of his tongue, Yoongi drew a wet line along the side of Taehyung’s neck teasingly, then blew against it faintly. Taehyung inhaled sharply at the sensation, hand coming up to grab hold of Yoongi’s elbow as he concentrated on not letting go of the lemon in his mouth. He closed his eyes tightly as Yoongi softly blew against the wet trail, making Taehyung shiver from the cold sensation.

“Then,” Yoongi continued huskily, quickly swiping his tongue against Taehyung’s skin once more, this time with more pressure, coaxing a groan out of Taehyung. Then, he leaned back, tilted Taehyung’s head further to the side, the tendons on his neck straining. “You add the salt.”

Yoongi raised the salt shaker to sprinkle a little salt on Taehyung’s neck, some of it trickling down his skin, beneath the collar of his shirt. Taehyung couldn’t care less about it. His mind was still reeling from the feeling of Yoongi licking at his neck. He wanted more.

“Then,” Yoongi’s voice was husky, strained; Taehyung was glad to know that he wasn’t the only one affected by this whole thing. “You lick the salt off and drink the shot.”

He continued, leaning in and letting the flat of his tongue run along the side of Taehyung’s neck. He followed the salty trail slowly, leisurely, driving Taehyung crazy one torturous millimeter at a time. He sucked on Taehyung’s tender skin quickly, then, he leaned back again, turning away as he reached for the bottle of tequila, raising it to his lips to take a long gulp.

Taehyung watched his Adam’s apple bop in fascination - all he wanted was to lick, to feel it move beneath his lips as Yoongi gulped while Taehyung sucked a bruise into the sensitive skin. Yoongi shook his head a little when he finished, putting the bottle down. He dragged his arm over his lips to get rid of any spilled tequila. Then, his eyes zeroed in on Taehyung’s mouth.

“And last step - the lemon.” He whispered, leaning in again.

Taehyung was hot all over as Yoongi came close, one hand braced on Taehyung’s thigh again.The other was still in Taehyung’s hair as Yoongi bit into the lemon, his lips so close Taehyung could almost feel them against his. The juice of the lemon spilled down his chin. Taehyung leaned forward when it seemed like Yoongi was about to take the lemon from him and move back.

Instead, Taehyung pressed his lips insistently against Yoongi’s, hand coming up beneath Yoongi’s jaw, holding him in place. Because of the lemon Yoongi was biting into, he couldn’t really deepen the kiss, but he pulled Yoongi closer by his waist, his knees trapping Yoongi’s hips on either side. His other hand slid to the nape of Yoongi’s neck, fingers running over the short hair of Yoongi’s undercut.

He let his thumb stroke along the line of Yoongi’s jaw slowly, and Yoongi let the slice of lemon fall on his tongue, closing his lips to press them against Taehyung’s insistently. They separated after a few seconds, Taehyung’s heart was racing in his chest and he was still holding on to Yoongi tightly, basically wrapped around him, his ankles now crossed behind Yoongi’s legs as he slid to the edge of his seat.

Yoongi reached up to take the lemon out of his mouth, grinning this stupidly attractive grin of his as he reached for the salt again, holding it out to Taehyung.

“Remember the steps?”

Taehyung’s pupils were blown wide as he looked at Yoongi, chest heaving. Yoongi could feel it because Taehyung was pressing his body against him. He had slid off of the stool, pressing forward until Yoongi was pushed up against the kitchen island, tailbone hitting the edge sharply.

Yoongi didn’t care about the sudden jolt of pain because Taehyung was standing so very close, his hands braced on the countertop on either side of Yoongi, thumbs brushing against his sides, while Yoongi looked up at him from beneath the brim of his cap.

"First," Taehyung started, leaning down until he could press his nose to the sensitive spot beneath Yoongi‘s ear. Taehyung‘s breath was hot on his skin. "I lick. Right?"

Taehyung‘s voice was almost playful, teasing again, and it made Yoongi’s knees weak.

Ever since he found himself sitting across from Taehyung at the beginning of their game, he couldn’t stop thinking about having him right in this position. He loved having him on his lap like before, looking up at him with wide eyes and a pout on his lips.

But Yoongi would lie if he said he didn’t like how Taehyung towered above him when they were standing so close. How he caged him in entirely. How if someone were to talk in, they probably wouldn’t even notice Yoongi because Taehyung’s frame would hide him.

There was something about being completely engulfed by Taehyung that made his heart beat faster and his mouth run dry. He gulped, his fingers holding on to the belt loops of Taehyung’s jeans - not to pull him in, but to make sure he wouldn’t throw himself at him. To ground him. To keep at least a little distance. For now. They were still playing after all.

Instinctively, he tilted his head to the side, allowing Taehyung free access to his neck.

“Right.” Yoongi answered, his voice husky as he closed his eyes, smirk on his lips.

“Right.” Taehyung murmured, and Yoongi shivered in pleasure when Taehyung licked along his heated skin, the vein throbbing beneath as Yoongi’s heart stuttered in his chest.

He bit his lip in an effort not to make an embarrassing sound right then and there. He didn’t know why he agreed to do this, knowing how sensitive his neck was to any type of touch - and this, the clash between tickling and thrilling was almost too much. It was difficult not to pull Taehyung closer, not to forget about this game and start an entirely different one.

To Yoongi’s relief, Taehyung leaned back after a few seconds, and Yoongi tilted his head, not looking into his eyes as he waited for Taehyung to sprinkle the salt on. Yoongi’s heart thudded loudly when Taehyung suddenly started to giggle.

“It’s like I’m seasoning you.”

The statement was so ridiculous that Yoongi couldn’t help but sputter, the tension dissipating for a second as he tugged at the belt loop in an attempt to reprimand him, but it only made the grin on Taehyung’s face even bigger. There was something about Taehyung when he laughed.

Yoongi had found himself staring at Taehyung when he laughed before, when he threw himself across Namjoon or Jimin - the sound of his laughter was almost more enticing than his voice. The deep register, when it was directed at Yoongi, stirred something within him.

“Impossible.” Yoongi huffed, rolling his eyes. He tugged at the belt loop lightly, bringing their bodies that tiny bit closer. Taehyung’s grin fell into a devilish smirk as he put the salt away, leaving it on the table somewhere behind Yoongi, his hand naturally drifting to Yoongi’s waist. 

Yoongi gulped, Taehyung’s hand was curled around his side possessively, the touch seemed to burn right through his shirt. Suddenly, Yoongi felt like he was a deer caught in the headlights, unable to move or look away from what was building up to be the end of him.

Because Taehyung looked at him like he wanted to swallow him whole and sure, maybe Yoongi was used to being stared at by people who wanted to fuck him, but Yoongi found that they all paled in comparison to Taehyung, in his button-up, with his curly hair and boxy smile.

At first glance, they probably seemed like they wouldn’t really fit at all, the contrasts too stark. But fuck - Yoongi thought that he never fit better with anyone else, never fit someone’s humor and banter quite this way, never fit more perfectly pressed up against someone. Taehyung would be the end of him.

“Let me see how you taste.” Taehyung whispered, and Yoongi’s knees were weak when he leaned down again, not wasting a second before he let his tongue slide across Yoongi’s skin, applying pressure as he licked off the salt.

Taehyung’s bottom lip dragged across the wet skin and he latched onto it with his mouth, sucking on Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi couldn’t hold back the quiet groan and Taehyung started to drop tender kisses along his neck before he raked his teeth against the soft, sensitive skin again.

He was teasing and sucking and probably leaving bruises in his lips’ wake but Yoongi could only moan at the feeling of Taehyung’s eager tongue and his mouth on Yoongi’s neck. His hips were pressed against Yoongi’s and he could feel that he wasn’t the only one affected by this.

Yoongi let his hand drift to Taehyung’s hair, tugging slightly at it - not to pull Taehyung off of him, but because he had wanted to do it all night. Wanted to bury his hands in the curls, to pull at them, to tease Taehyung, just to see how he would react. He didn’t disappoint.

Taehyung grunted into the curve of Yoongi’s neck, sliding one leg between Yoongi’s. Trying to get closer, as if that was even possible. Yoongi sagged down a little, enjoyed being held up by Taehyung’s body, trapped against the counter, Taehyung’s thigh pressed against his dick.

Yoongi couldn’t stop the moan that escaped him at Taehyung’s reaction - it was breathy, and desperate, and Yoongi didn’t give a fuck because Taehyung latched back on to his skin greedily, licking, biting, sucking. Taehyung surpassed all of Yoongi’s wildest expectations.

Taehyung had seemed quiet and reserved and even though Yoongi had always thought his mouth looked like it was made for sin, he never really expected to experience it. Not that they were out of the other’s league, it just always seemed like they were playing two different games.

But tonight they were playing the same game, and Taehyung was surprisingly good at it - at making Yoongi’s heart race and making him want to beg for more, to forget the shot and forget the game and to leave already. But Yoongi didn’t want to give in just yet. He liked their game.

“Taehyung-ah, you’re doing it wrong.” He panted, words accompanied by soft, faint gasps as he tugged Taehyung closer, the hand not currently tangled in Taehyung’s hair pulling at his shirt instead.

Taehyung’s hand slid down from Yoongi’s waist, lower, until he grabbed his thigh. Taehyung hoisted it up, wrapping it around his hip. Yoongi gasped - he was at his mercy now, did what Taehyung wanted, and he liked it. He was already half-hard from Taehyung’s insistent touch and his infuriating mouth and he couldn’t stop the grin from spreading on his lips.

Taehyung just continued to suck, kiss and lick, ignoring Yoongi’s half-hearted reprimand, instead driving him mad with his relentless mouth. Yoongi’s head was thrown back, and he closed his eyes tightly, Taehyung’s body against his - the only reason he was still standing upright.

“You-“ Yoongi tried again, gasping. “You're supposed t-ahh!”

Yoongi moaned desperately when Taehyung’s lips wandered lower, finger dragging the collar of Yoongi’s shirt down so Taehyung could suck on Yoongi’s collarbone.

“Fuck.” The fingers in Taehyung’s hair tightened. “S-step three.”

The words were a breathy whisper at best, just meant to tease Taehyung a little more, to rile him up. Yoongi didn’t give a fuck about the steps of the game as long as Taehyung continued to mark him up like that.

“Remember step three, Taehyung-ah?”

Taehyung bit down on the skin beneath his lips, and Yoongi’s mouth fell open when Taehyung’s knee pressed up against him, when he tightened the grip around Yoongi’s thigh, fingers sliding down to hook around the back of Yoongi’s knee as Taehyung pushed his hips against Yoongi’s.

He let his tongue soothe the sting of the bite and then he placed a soft, careful kiss against the mark before he leaned back a bit, enough to be able to look down into Yoongi’s eyes. Taehyung’s were blown wide, his lips puffy and glistening in the low light, chest heaving.

“Yeah, hyung”, Taehyung murmured, the hand that had been tugging Yoongi’s collar down slid up the side of his neck now, the thumb under Yoongi’s chin pushing his face up, holding him in place - at Taehyung’s mercy. Yoongi gulped, his mouth suddenly dry. “I remember the step.”

Before Yoongi had the chance to think of something to say to tease him, Taehyung breached the distance between them, crashing his mouth against Yoongi’s in a kiss that left them breathless. It was deep and maddening; Taehyung angled Yoongi’s face to the side and didn’t hold back.

The kiss was teeth tugging at Yoongi’s bottom lip and long, deliberate strokes of Taehyung’s tongue against his; it was Taehyung’s hand sliding from where it was wrapped around the back of Yoongi’s knee to his ass, pulling him closer; it was Yoongi gasping into Taehyung’s mouth.

It was Taehyung holding Yoongi in place by the back of his neck while he devoured him and it was Yoongi dragging him even closer with his leg around the side of Taehyung’s hips and his hands curled into Taehyung’s shirt. It was deep grunts and wet sounds of lips sliding together.

It was everything and Yoongi needed more. When their kiss slowed down after a while and it was just them holding on to each other, exchanging short, soft kisses, just a simple press of lips against lips, Yoongi pulled back a little, looked up at Taehyung who almost seemed dazed.

“Taehyung-ah”, Yoongi started, a little breathless, his voice rough from the kiss. He raised his hand to Taehyung’s collar, fingers curling around the fabric to tug him down until he could whisper into Taehyung’s ear, a devilish grin on his puffy lips. “That was not step three.”

He heard Taehyung huff an amused laugh before he nipped at Yoongi’s ear lobe teasingly, the hand still holding on to Yoongi’s ass slapping it lightly, playfully. “Well, fuck me”, he murmured, right against Yoongi’s skin, and Yoongi’s grin slipped from his lips, eyes widening.

“I must have mixed it up somehow, then.” Taehyung continued, and Yoongi’s mind was just reeling from the image that popped up in his head at the figure of speech Taehyung whispered so carelessly, completely unaware of the effect he had on Yoongi. “Should we try again, hyung?”

Yoongi could practically feel Taehyung’s grin against the side of his neck - even if Taehyung’s voice sounded innocent, he seemed to be the devil in disguise. Yoongi had always liked to play with fire.

“No, Taehyung-ah”, Yoongi answered, pushing against Taehyung’s chest. “I think we should finally get the hell out of here.”

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Two glasses of water and a late-night walk that seemed to pass them by in the blink of an eye later and here they were. Yoongi’s hand was curled around Taehyung’s again as he tugged him towards his apartment. Only then did Yoongi let go of his hand, in order to open the door.

Taehyung was right behind him, grinning as he pushed up against Yoongi’s back, peppering kisses on the back of his neck while he waited, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his perfume mixed with the sharp smell of smoke that was clinging to their clothes. 

The night was quiet, only the electric whirring of the lamp above their heads could be heard as Yoongi turned the key in the lock, dragging Taehyung inside and turning around before Taehyung even had the chance to fully close the door, closing the distance between them. 

“Oh”, a huff escaped Taehyung as his back hit the door sharply, and Yoongi grabbed him by the shirt that was already wrinkled from the way Yoongi had curled his hands into it before — at Seokjin’s house and then later, on their way here. Yoongi couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

Neither could Taehyung.

On their way here, he had tugged at Yoongi’s hand to pull him into a quick, wild kiss in the middle of the sidewalk, curled his arm around his waist, fingertips teasing along the soft skin, or around his shoulder, dropping kisses to the side of his neck. Taehyung had chuckled against his skin when Yoongi squirmed at the ticklish feeling, and grinned wildly whenever he saw Yoongi’s prominent blush.

He was still amazed at how easily he could make Yoongi blush. And he was curious about how far down that blush wandered.

“You’re so… eager”, Taehyung breathed, voice a whisper in the dark, here, in Yoongi’s flat, pushed up against his door. Taehyung was just as eager, and he quickly regained his composure and cupped Yoongi’s jaw as he leaned down to crash their lips together again. 

The kiss faintly tasted of the tequila Yoongi drank before, and Taehyung was glad he had decided to skip that shot. The walk and the fresh air had cleared the haze that was starting to cloud his mind and now he was sure he’d remember every single kiss, and touch, and moan.

He tilted Yoongi’s head back and wrapped one arm around his waist to pull him closer. Yoongi mewled quietly, a soft, wanton sound that made Taehyung’s heart pound, and he didn’t even care that the door handle was digging into his back painfully - he could kiss Yoongi for hours.

Yoongi was pliant against him, lips opening up easily. Taehyung swallowed the keen groans that escaped his throat. He felt Yoongi’s grip on him tighten. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was here, with Yoongi in his arms, who was kissing him senseless. Pulling at his shirt. Sucking on his lips. Moaning into his mouth. Smiling into their kiss.

Taehyung’s heart was racing as he felt Yoongi’s fingers wander across his sides and hook into his belt loops, like he had done back at Seokjin’s place, pulling Taehyung even closer. 

Taehyung towered above him, licking into Yoongi’s mouth, grinning when Yoongi moaned, tugged at Taehyung’s lip with his teeth.

Yoongi broke their kiss at last, releasing Taehyung’s lips with a wet pop before he looked up at him, with eyes that screamed for Taehyung to wreck him.

“Fuck.”

As he looked up at Taehyung, chest heaving, Yoongi’s mind kept replaying his joking ‘fuck me’ from before, his teasing from before, the way he pressed his knee against Yoongi’s dick and swallowed his moans.

“Yeah,” Taehyung whispered, and Yoongi’s knees buckled.

Taehyung was grinning - this infuriating, lazy, sexy grin of his that drove Yoongi up the wall and he couldn’t help but pull Taehyung in again. His heart was racing as both of Taehyung’s hands found purchase on his waist, as Taehyung leaned down, captured Yoongi’s mouth with his.

His kiss was deep and wet and noisy and it made Yoongi’s knees so fucking weak. Yoongi could feel the warmth of Taehyung’s touch through the layers of his clothes and all he wanted was to feel it directly on his skin, to touch Taehyung’s skin in turn. Kiss it and mark it.

“Bedroom“, Yoongi finally gasped, breaking the kiss, tugging at Taehyung’s belt loops insistently.

Taehyung groaned and leaned down, pressing quick kisses against the corner of Yoongi’s mouth, “fuck”, across his jaw, “yes, hyung”, and along his neck, “bedroom.” 

Yoongi leaned his head back so Taehyung could have better access to the expanse of his neck, while Yoongi’s fingers made their way up the front of Taehyung’s shirt, opening a few buttons on their way as Taehyung continued to suck a bruise into the skin at the base of his neck.

Yoongi bruised easily, his pale skin showing the blooming marks instantly, and he had never been the type to like when people he slept with marked him up like that. But the thought of pushing Taehyung away, of making him stop, didn’t even come to mind for a split second.

Taehyung’s mouth on his skin and his teeth against it felt right, felt perfect, and he wanted, needed more. He leaned back decidedly at last, unable to wait any longer. He eyed Taehyung hungrily, who already looked disheveled and debauched and they were only just starting.

“Come on.” Yoongi grasped Taehyung’s hand again, urgently leading him through the dimly lit apartment, haphazardly slipping off shoes and jackets on their way, Yoongi’s cap landing somewhere on the floor behind them, careless. Careless and urgent in their haste to get it all off.

In the bedroom, Yoongi turned around to face Taehyung, whose shirt was unbuttoned halfway, and Yoongi’s mouth went dry at the sight, his dick straining against his jeans which were growing too tight too quickly. He wanted it all off, wanted Taehyung against him, above him.

Yoongi took his shirt off, throwing it somewhere to the side, then tugged at Taehyung’s belt, bringing them closer again. Taehyung’s hand settled on Yoongi’s bare shoulders, his skin soft and pale, and Taehyung could see the bruises he’d sucked into his skin darken already.

Something about this made the fire in the pit of his stomach flare wildly.

“Shit, you’re so hot”, he groaned, hands sliding up the sides of his neck until he could tilt Yoongi’s head back, kissing him again, kissing him like he was starving and Yoongi was his favorite dish.

He advanced, pushing Yoongi back step by step, until the backs of his knees hit the mattress, and Yoongi’s hands curled in Taehyung’s shirt again, and he gasped into the kiss. Taehyung let his tongue slide into Yoongi’s mouth easily, eagerly, teasing, sucking on Yoongi’s.

His hands fell from Yoongi’s face and settled on his hips, sliding around to his ass to press him closer. Yoongi hissed when Taehyung pressed his dick against Yoongi’s, they were both hard, only separated by the few layers of clothing between them. Yoongi wanted those off, too.

Yoongi’s fingers found their way to the buttons that still kept Taehyung‘s shirt closed, he was trying to open them but Taehyung’s tongue in his mouth and his hands on his ass and his dick against his were too distracting, and he groaned desperately when he couldn’t open them.

Taehyung chuckled against his lips, amused by Yoongi’s frustration as he broke their kiss, leaning his forehead against Yoongi’s as they both panted, trying to catch their breath.

“These fucking buttons”, Yoongi huffed, annoyed. Taehyung’s deep answering chuckle made him blush.

Yoongi turned his face away, and Taehyung pressed quick kisses against his jaw.

“I thought you’d just rip my shirt off”, he chuckled, his hot breath against Yoongi’s neck made him shiver.

“I didn’t want to ruin it”, Yoongi mumbled, rolling his eyes when Taehyung chuckled again.

“That’s so sweet.”

“I’m not sweet, Taehyung”, he insisted.

“No, I know, hyung. You’re hot.” Taehyung bit into Yoongi’s ear playfully, pressing him closer again. “I wouldn’t mind it if you rip my clothes off next time”, he teased, and Yoongi’s heart flipped in his chest. 

Next time. Yoongi liked the sound of that.

“I’ll keep that in mind. For next time”, he huffed out a laugh that turned into a soundless moan as Taehyung sucked on the skin of his neck again.

“Please do”, he mumbled, then leaned back, looking down at Yoongi.“But right now...”

“You know what I want?”

The words were accompanied by an attractive smirk and they reminded Yoongi of before, of the party, when Yoongi couldn’t wait a second longer to drink the shot and get out of there, to have Taehyung for himself. Still couldn’t wait.

“What do you want?”

“I want to suck you off, Yoongi.”

Taehyung’s words were blunt as he murmured them against Yoongi’s lips, cupping his face with both hands. He kissed him roughly before Yoongi even had a chance to respond, his tongue teasing Yoongi’s and dragging across the roof of his mouth. Yoongi could feel the heat of his kiss and touch on his skin, the fire in the pit of his stomach blazing when Taehyung pushed him onto the bed, stripping off his own shirt in a quick motion, not worrying about the buttons, just pulling it over his head, dropping it to the floor. 

Yoongi’s mouth felt dry as he watched Taehyung advance, his long, elegant fingers sliding the belt out of its buckle slowly, popping open the button of his jeans, then dragging down the zipper. He was so attractive. Yoongi wanted to lick along the V of his hips that was revealed.

He wanted to drag his teeth down Taehyung’s skin, bite and taste, he wanted to rip off those clothes and touch, he wanted to feel the weight of Taehyung’s dick heavy on his tongue as he pushed it inside Yoongi’s eager mouth and later inside him. Wanted to be fucked by Taehyung.

His eyes were fixed on Taehyung’s crotch, mouth open, tongue pushed against the corner of his lips. He liked giving head and just the thought of swallowing Taehyung down made him even harder, hotter. He startled when Taehyung cupped his jaw with his hand, pulling his face up. 

“Fuck, hyung, you have no idea how much I want to see that pretty mouth stretched around my cock”, Taehyung confessed, his pupils blown wide, fixed on Yoongi’s mouth, on his pink tongue peeking out. Yoongi swallowed, wanting exactly the same, fingers itching to reach out.

“Pretty?” Yoongi asked, a blush rising to his cheeks as Taehyung stepped even closer, between Yoongi’s legs, who had to crane his neck to look up at Taehyung.

“Yes, hyung, so pretty.” Taehyung insisted, tracing his thumb along Yoongi’s bottom lip, like he did back at the party.

No one has ever called Yoongi pretty, especially not in bed. Hot, sexy, the devil, the worst, so good - sure, he was used to hearing those. But pretty... never. He was surprised how much he liked it, especially when Taehyung looked at him with sincerity and desire in his eyes.

It sent shivers down Yoongi’s spine.

“Especially when that pretty mouth is pink and plump from kissing like it is right now. It would be perfect.” Taehyung continued, the blush on Yoongi’s cheeks intensifying with each word, the admission shooting straight to his own dick.

Taehyung was something else.

Yoongi was never particularly shy or hesitant, but Taehyung’s words held a weight that kept Yoongi in place. Taehyung’s entire disposition changed in the bedroom, his eyes filled with lust and words dripping in sin, and it left Yoongi’s head spinning. In a good way. In a way that filled him with warmth and desire, too, and the need to touch, and kiss, and surrender, to give Taehyung whatever he wanted.

“But right now…” Taehyung repeated softly, Yoongi’s eyes falling shut when he leaned down to speak right against his ear.

“Now I really want to get my mouth on you, and then...“ He didn’t finish his thought, and when he leaned back again, Yoongi followed him naturally, as if Taehyung was a magnet pulling him in.

“And then what?” Yoongi asked, his question urgent, needy, but Taehyung didn’t say.

Instead he just smirked and pulled Yoongi into another scorching kiss that made Yoongi whine. Taehyung put a knee on the mattress and hovered above Yoongi, pushing against him until he was lying flat on the bed. Yoongi relented, gave in easily, enjoyed being caged in by Taehyung. With one arm braced against the bed, right above Yoongi’s head, Taehyung pressed him into the mattress, his entire body pushed up against him, his lips greedy.

His other hand wandered to the back of Yoongi’s neck, tilting his face up, thumb lightly stroking along Yoongi’s jaw. Yoongi moaned into the kiss shamelessly, raised his hands to Taehyung’s hips, the pads of his fingers teasing along the newly exposed skin, before he let his fingers slide beneath Taehyung’s jeans and the band of his boxers, sliding along his skin until he could squeeze his ass.

It was Taehyung’s turn to groan against Yoongi’s mouth, their kiss open, hot, uncoordinated as they rutted against each other, and Taehyung had to press both hands against Yoongi’s chest to keep him down once he broke their kiss.

“Stay”, he insisted, before sliding to the floor.

Before Yoongi even had the chance to think, Taehyung’s hands were making quick work of his jeans, opening the button and quickly sliding them down Yoongi’s thighs, tugging them off. Yoongi’s dick was rock hard, straining against his boxers, and he hissed when Taehyung cupped him.

Taehyung was on his knees on the floor between Yoongi’s legs, his fingers sliding along Yoongi’s length above the boxers, the friction slow, torturous, not nearly enough for Yoongi who groaned, pushing his hips up instinctively, pushing against Taehyung’s touch insistently.

“Fuck, Taehyung”, he groaned, desperately.

Taehyung ignored his whines, focusing on driving him crazy with his slow, careful touch. He wrapped his hand around Yoongi’s twitching dick, tugging once, twice as he leaned forward, mouth right above the covered tip.

“W-wait”, Yoongi breathed, and Taehyung looked up instantly, concerned.

”What is it, hyung?”

”I’m clean b-but there’s condoms in there”, Yoongi motioned toward his bedside table. “If you want.”

Taehyung smiled, relieved. ”I’m clean too, hyung, but if you want me t-”

”No!”

“I mean, I’m fine with it if- if we don’t use them”, Yoongi explained, looking down at Taehyung a little embarrassed, his cheeks flushed a pretty shade.

Taehyung smiled softly. “If you change your mind, tell me.”

He leaned forward to press a soft kiss against Yoongi’s stomach.

“Okay.”

Yoongi sucked in a breath as Taehyung began to trail kisses along his body, peppering them across the expanse of Yoongi’s bare skin, as far as he could reach, hands slightly tugging at his still covered dick again.

“I can’t wait to have you in my mouth,” he whispered. “You’re so hard for me, hyung.”

He let his hand slide down until it was wrapped around the base of Yoongi’s dick, until the fabric of his boxers was wrapped around the tip of it tightly, and Taehyung looked up to see Yoongi’s chest rising and falling rapidly as he bit his lip.

Yoongi’s eyes were shut, the flush spreading from his cheeks all the way down his chest, legs on either side of Taehyung’s shoulders, holding him close while he curled his hands around the sheets, veins in his neck straining as he waited for Taehyung to finally move.

Taehyung let go of Yoongi’s dick, smirking when he heard the quiet groan that escaped Yoongi’s lips, and he let his hands slide up to the waistband of Yoongi’s boxers, sliding them down slowly, mouth watering at the sight of Yoongi’s dick springing up against his stomach.

Yoongi’s skin was pale but his tip was pink, a prominent vein running down the underside of his dick. Taehyung couldn’t wait to get his mouth on it. Once Yoongi’s boxers were off, he slid his hands back up Yoongi’s thin legs, grabbing onto his thighs. He leaned forward slowly.

Taehyung spread Yoongi’s legs a little, pressing soft, lingering kisses to the inner side of his thigh, reveling in the quiet groans of his name that Yoongi couldn’t keep to himself, accompanied by a litany of curses. Taehyung was teasing, like Yoongi had teased him all night. 

His kisses followed a trail up until he was almost there, almost close enough to press his lips against Yoongi’s cock, but all he did was switch to the other thigh, bypassing Yoongi’s twitching erection, enjoying how Yoongi’s legs tightened around him urgently.

“Tae-”

Yoongi was tense, his head pushed back into the mattress, fists tightly curled around the sheets, jaw clenched as he waited, as he felt Taehyung’s touch, his mouth move back, closer to where he was dripping precome down his cock, to where he needed Taehyung’s touch the most.

The sight of Yoongi in front of him, all flushed and desperate, moaning Taehyung’s name in the otherwise quiet room, grasping onto his sheets was already burned into Taehyung’s brain, his own dick pushing against the constraints of his boxers and jeans, desperate.

But this was about Yoongi for now.

Taehyung ran his hands across Yoongi’s soft skin lightly, lips twitching up into a smirk before he pressed them against the milky skin of Yoongi’s inner thigh, opening his mouth to suck the skin between his teeth, marking him eagerly. Marking him where nobody but Yoongi would see.

The thought alone was exhilarating, the thought of Yoongi carrying his mark under his jeans for days, and Taehyung pressed a tender kiss against the slowly blooming bite, letting his thumb brush across it, wiping away the saliva.

Yoongi squirmed beneath Taehyung’s touch and as much as he liked to tease him, Taehyung couldn’t wait to get his mouth on him. Yoongi’s dick was pretty too, long and so hard as he waited for Taehyung, not even touching himself, just waiting for what Taehyung promised before. 

And Taehyung always kept his promises.

“Hyung, can you do something for me?” Taehyung asked, smoothing his hands down Yoongi’s thighs, trying to get some of the tension out of them. “Slide up the bed.”

Yoongi huffed, frustrated, but quickly did as he was asked.

Taehyung stood from the floor, his knees already hurting a little from kneeling down, and looked at Yoongi.

They hadn’t turned on the light in the room and it was quite dark, the only light source was the streetlamp and it bathed Yoongi in a cold glow, his pale skin shining. He looked so pretty, all flushed, chest heaving, hard cock brushing against his stomach, hair a mess, Taehyung’s marks on his neck and a necklace pooling in the dip at the base of his throat - the only thing he was still wearing. Taehyung was sure he’d never forget this sight.

“Stop staring, Taehyung”, Yoongi groaned, his hand wandering down his stomach, slowly inching towards his cock, not quite touching yet. “I thought you wanted to suck me off.”

Taehyung didn’t waste another second, climbing onto the bed, right back between Yoongi’s milky thighs.

Taehyung grasped Yoongi’s hand, stopping it before he could touch himself, pressing it into the sheets. Yoongi was sitting up, shoulders pushed against his headboard as he looked at Taehyung with hooded eyes. Taehyung was kneeling in front of him, hands on his bare legs.

“I do, hyung”, he whispered, leaning forward, one hand coming up to brace against the headboard as he leaned in, so, so close. “But I won’t stop looking at you”, he continued, pressing a kiss against the corner of Yoongi’s mouth, then lower, against his jaw, his neck, collarbone.

Yoongi inhaled sharply when Taehyung slid lower, lips wrapping around the hard bud of his nipple, tongue flicking against it teasingly before he peppered more kisses down Yoongi’s body, sucked on the skin above his hip bone. Then, he looked up, mouth above Yoongi’s hard dick.

“Keep your eyes on me, too?”

It was a quiet demand against Yoongi’s skin and Taehyung didn’t give him a chance to answer before he wrapped his hand around Yoongi’s cock, tugging lightly, reveling in the deep groan it elicited from Yoongi’s throat.

”Oh, fuck, Taehyung.”

“I’ll take that as a yes”, Taehyung teased, a smirk on his lips before he leaned in, letting his closed mouth brush across the silky smooth skin of Yoongi’s length, from the sensitive tip to the base where his fingers were curled around him, feeling him pulsate beneath his touch.

Taehyung opened his mouth, the tip of his tongue sliding up the underside of Yoongi’s dick slowly, torturously, until he reached the head. With his eyes locked onto Yoongi’s heavy stare, he wrapped his lips around the tip of Yoongi’s dick and sucked, his hand squeezing the base.

“Fuck.” Yoongi’s hands curled around the sheets and his jaw was clenched, but his eyes never left Taehyung’s as he sank lower, cheeks hollowed out, taking Yoongi deeper, the flat of his tongue against his dick, enjoying its weight in his mouth and the quiet sounds Yoongi made.

Yoongi didn’t seem like a loud lover, but his body spoke volumes. The clenched jaw, his teeth biting his lips to keep quiet, the hands curled into the silky sheets, his legs tightening their hold around Taehyung, the furious pulse Taehyung could feel under his tongue.

Yoongi didn’t need to scream out loud for Taehyung to know how much he enjoyed the feeling of Taehyung’s mouth, his tongue teasing his slit and his hand lightly squeezing the base of his cock, the fingers of his other hand holding on to Yoongi’s thigh.

He didn’t need to scream.

But that didn’t mean that Taehyung didn’t want to hear him.

Taehyung started bobbing his head, making sure to make it wet, his fingers playing with Yoongi’s balls as he gulped around him, feeling how tense Yoongi was, how he held back. Taehyung didn’t want him to hold back.

Taehyung pulled off slowly, his lips dragging across Yoongi’s sensitive skin, tongue swirling around the tip, slurping a little, his lips rubbing up and down the head of Yoongi’s cock slowly, teasingly, eyes never leaving Yoongi’s. Yoongi groaned, needy. Shit, he was so hot. 

Taehyung pulled his mouth off of Yoongi’s dick, smirking as he licked his bottom lip, watching Yoongi’s eyes follow the movement hungrily. Taehyung let his hand slide up Yoongi’s dick, stroking him slowly, enjoying the wet slide of it as he leaned down, mouthing at Yoongi’s balls.

“Do you like that, hyung?” Taehyung asked, his hand speeding up a little, and he flicked his wrist expertly whenever he reached the sensitive tip of Yoongi’s dick, thumb sliding along the slit, collecting the precome, and smearing it around the tip. It was a little filthy.

Yoongi didn’t seem to mind. But Taehyung wanted to know.

“Come on, hyung”, he beckoned, letting his cheek rest against Yoongi’s propped up leg, looking up at him coyly. “You weren’t so shy back at the party.”

Taehyung continued to calmly stroke Yoongi’s dick as he spoke. Slowly driving Yoongi crazy.

“Or you so bold”, Yoongi countered, words intercepted by quiet groans, and Taehyung smirked. “I like it.” Yoongi admitted at last.

Taehyung couldn’t help but grin up at him happily, and Yoongi’s heart stuttered at the sight. Taehyung was beautiful.

With his disheveled hair, mouth bruised from their kisses, eyeliner a little smudged; with his glinting eyes and his long pretty fingers around Yoongi’s dick and his head in Yoongi’s lap, he looked beautiful. The epitome of temptation and lust. Yoongi couldn’t get enough of it.

“You like what, hyung?” Taehyung continued softly, teasingly. “My hands on your cock? How my mouth stretches around it? The marks I leave on your pretty skin?” He asked, accentuating his questions with slow tugs at Yoongi’s dick, enjoying the way he squirmed under his touch.

“All of it”, Yoongi admitted, his voice breathy, wrecked, and Taehyung liked the thought that he was the reason for it. He wondered how pretty Yoongi would look stretched around his cock, moaning his name desperately. His dick twitched at the filthy image in his head. 

“I like it too”, Taehyung whispered, his free hand sliding up to grasp Yoongi’s. He pressed a kiss against his palm, then put Yoongi’s hand on his head.

Yoongi’s fingers curled in Taehyung’s hair instinctively, just as he’d thought. Yoongi had them curled in his sheets before. As if he didn’t dare to touch, to tug or pull, but Taehyung wanted him to be a little rough, to press him down on his cock. Yoongi was right, he wasn’t as openly bold before, but that was in public - here, in the privacy of Yoongi’s bedroom, he didn’t shy away from being vocal.

“You can pull my hair, hyung.” In the dim light of his room, Taehyung’s murmured words were beckoning, daring, and the back of Yoongi’s head fell against his headboard when without wasting another second, Taehyung took his dick back into his warm, wet mouth in one smooth motion.

It was reflex rather than intention that made Yoongi’s hips jerk up, the tip of his dick hit the back of Taehyung’s throat, making him gag a little. But Taehyung liked that too. He loosened his jaw and sucked Yoongi’s dick, groaning when Yoongi’s fingers tightened in his hair.

“Fuck, Taehyung, your mouth-” Yoongi moaned loudly, his hips jerking up repeatedly, and Taehyung stayed down for a second, his lips wrapped around the base of Yoongi’s cock, fingers squeezing his balls, before he pulled off again, his lips spit-slick, jaw hurting a little.

“Keep your hips still, baby”, Taehyung whispered, pressed his arm across Yoongi’s pelvis, keeping him down.

He was unable to move his hips as Taehyung took him into his mouth again, sinking down on his dick more eagerly than before, head bobbing up and down rapidly. The slide of his mouth was wet from the spit and precome, lips wrapped tightly around Yoongi’s dick.

Yoongi curled his toes against the bedsheets, fingers twisting in Taehyung’s curls as he pressed him closer, until Taehyung’s lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. Yoongi could feel the huff of air against his skin as Taehyung exhaled through his nose. He felt Taehyung’s throat work around him, hissed at the sharp pain of Taehyung’s nails digging into the skin of his thighs when he pressed his tongue against the underside of Yoongi’s dick.

Taehyung swallowed around him, taking Yoongi in deeper and deeper each time he sank down, groaning when Yoongi’s grip on his hair tightened, when he felt the slight involuntary jerks of his hips against Taehyung’s hold. Yoongi was on the edge, so close, Taehyung could feel it.

“Shit, Taehyung, please”, he grunted, legs tightening around Taehyung’s shoulders, his head thrown back in a silent scream as Taehyung sped up again, hands coming up to Yoongi’s sides before he lightly raked his nails down his skin, making Yoongi shudder at the sensation.

“T-tae, if you don’t stop, I’m g-gonna-” Taehyung didn’t even think about stopping for a second, one hand sliding back up Yoongi’s body until he could reach the stiff peak of his nipple, tugging and teasing it, the other hand coming up to stroke his dick in sync with his mouth. 

It was wet and messy, more precome leaking out of Yoongi’s tip to mix with the spit. Taehyung loved it.

“You’re gonna what, hyung?” He asked innocently, then, the devil in his smile as he rubbed his lips along Yoongi’s dick, looking up at him through his lashes.

“Taehyung-” Yoongi growled, his dark gaze focused on Taehyung. It sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. Yoongi was so fucking hot.

“Come on”, Taehyung started, his tongue teasing Yoongi’s tip again with short, quick licks that drove Yoongi wild. “Do it, hyung. Fuck my mouth.”

With that, Taehyung took him into his mouth again, and Yoongi’s eyes rolled back, the back of his head hitting the headboard hard. He grunted, both hands on Taehyung’s head now, fingers twisting in his hair, curses falling from his lips as he started to thrust his hips up.

Taehyung’s mouth was heaven, the sight of him between Yoongi’s legs, sucking him off like that, sloppy and messy was too much. The feeling of his mouth and his tongue on his dick and his hands on his body was too much. The sounds he made as he swallowed him down - too much.

Yoongi couldn’t hold back any longer. With a last, desperate grunt, his hips stuttered to a halt, balls growing tight in his ecstasy. He leaned forward, bending his upper body above Taehyung as he kept Taehyung’s head down. He came with Taehyung‘s name on his lips.

Heat cursed through his body upon his release, white flashes behind his closed eyelids. His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, washed over him, instantly stole his breath as he shuddered, toes curled in the sheets, fingers twisted in Taehyung’s silky hair - too much. 

Taehyung moaned as Yoongi held him down, his throat working around Yoongi’s throbbing cock when he came, feeling him heavy on his tongue, swallowing his come as best as he could, nails leaving crescent prints in Yoongi’s pretty thighs as he held onto him tightly. 

“F-fuck”, Yoongi groaned into Taehyung’s hair, his voice trembling just like his thighs did under Taehyung’s grip, Yoongi’s heart pounding in his chest, his orgasm still sending shocks of pleasure through his tense body. He needed a few seconds to regain his composure.

Yoongi was breathing hard, his chest heaving, cheeks flushed when he leaned back against the headboard again, releasing the grip on Taehyung’s head to slide his hand down to his cheek, thumb brushing along his cheekbone almost tenderly. Taehyung’s pupils were blown, lashes wet. Yoongi was worried if he’d been too rough, if he’d hurt Taehyung, but the younger just pulled off Yoongi’s softening dick, smiling as he brushed the back of his hand across his eyes to get rid of the wetness.

He was breathing heavily too, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. Yoongi reached out, his fingers settling under Taehyung’s chin and he brushed his thumb over the corner of Taehyung’s lips, brushing away come that Taehyung hadn’t caught.

“You spilled”, Yoongi mumbled, strongly reminded of their little game earlier, at the party, and the soju. There was a dangerous twinkle in Taehyung’s eyes as he grasped Yoongi’s wrist to keep it in place.

“Guess you were right about me before...”

”Before-?” Yoongi was flushed, breathless, still riding the post-orgasm high, unable to think clearly.

”When you called me careless.”

Taehyung didn’t give him the chance to reply, his tongue darting out to lick the come off of Yoongi’s finger, and Yoongi inhaled sharply, his spent dick twitching against his thigh as Taehyung didn’t avert his gaze, tongue running along his finger slowly. Taehyung was the devil.

He wrapped his lips around the tip of Yoongi’s thumb, sucked on it lightly before he released Yoongi’s hand again, just as quickly.

“Wouldn’t want to cheat again.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, a devilish smile on his lips as Yoongi tried not to whimper on the spot.

He was still a shuddering mess from the toe-curling orgasm, and Taehyung was making it difficult not to instantly get hard again. “Fuck”, Yoongi huffed, fingers curling under Taehyung’s chin as he leaned forward again, pulling Taehyung closer.

“Come here”, Yoongi whispered.

Taehyung followed easily, propping his hands up on either side of Yoongi’s thighs as he leaned in to crash their lips together in a deep, filthy kiss, wondering if Yoongi could taste himself on Taehyung’s tongue. If he did, he didn’t seem to mind as he moaned into the kiss. They tugged and pulled at each other for a while, pushed and pressed, touched and kissed until their lips were bruised, until Taehyung was kneeling between Yoongi’s legs, face hovering above Yoongi’s, whose head was leaning back against the headboard, their hearts racing. 

Yoongi was holding onto his hips, fingertips slipping under his jeans, pulling him closer. He broke their kiss, looking up at Taehyung with something like awe in his eyes, their lips still so close, almost touching.

”Shit, Taehyung, how are you even real? That mouth of yours...”

Taehyung smirked, leaning down to tug at Yoongi’s earlobe with his teeth.

“Baby, that’s not even the half of it.” He murmured, finger stroking along the flushed skin above Yoongi’s sternum, enjoying the breathless sounds he made.

”Show me,” Yoongi demanded, making Taehyung halt.

Yoongi tugged at his jeans again.

“Take these off and show me, Taehyung-ah,” he rasped, his fingers trailing along the prominent V of his hips, impatient, needy. Yoongi wanted Taehyung to take him, to show him everything, to not hold back as he pushed him down into the sheets.

“So demanding”, Taehyung whispered, and Yoongi could hear the grin in his voice, and his breathing became unsteady as Taehyung kissed along his shoulder before he leaned back again. “Are you sure you can take it, hyung?” Taehyung looked into Yoongi’s eyes to make sure.

Without any warning, Yoongi cupped Taehyung’s dick with his hand, making Taehyung inhale sharply. He stroked it above his clothes, feeling how hard he was. Yoongi’s mouth almost started salivating. He really wanted to get his mouth on him.

“Fuck, yes, Taehyung-ah.” He groaned. “I can take it.”

The words barely left Yoongi’s mouth before Taehyung crashed their lips together again in a searing kiss that made Yoongi groan, Taehyung’s hands cupping Yoongi’s face as Yoongi swallowed Taehyung’s moans when he kept applying pressure to his hard dick. 

At last, Taehyung broke their kiss to get rid of the last pieces of clothing he was still wearing. He rolled out of bed, enjoying the sight of Yoongi - naked, flushed, wide-eyed as he watched Taehyung slide off his jeans and briefs, his mouth hanging open slightly, invitingly. 

Yoongi had rolled over on his side, arm propped up on the mattress, hand cupping his face. His eyes wandered over Taehyung’s body, then focused on his dick and Taehyung groaned when Yoongi dragged his tongue across his lip absentmindedly. He was such a tease.

Taehyung couldn’t help himself. He had wanted to kiss Yoongi for so long, before they had even spoken a word with the other, before Yoongi ever even knew of his existence. And now, he was here, in his apartment, in his bedroom, and Yoongi wanted to kiss him too.

Taehyung leaned over to capture Yoongi’s mouth with his; hand cupping Yoongi’s jaw as he nibbled at his lower lip, then dragged his tongue along Yoongi’s, putting everything into the kiss just to steal Yoongi’s breath.

When they broke apart, Yoongi mewled. “Come on, Taehyung-ah.”

“Come back to bed.” Taehyung chuckled at how needy Yoongi sounded, pressing quick kisses against Yoongi’s jaw before he turned to the bedside table, in search of lube and condoms.

“Still haven’t changed your mind about these?” He asked, holding up the shiny packets.

He was standing next to the bed and watched as Yoongi got on his knees on the mattress until he could reach up to pull Taehyung down into another kiss, his free hand sliding down between them to wrap around Taehyung’s dick. He was big, and Yoongi couldn’t wait to have him inside.

“I haven’t”, Yoongi murmured, looking up at Taehyung through his lashes. “I want to feel you.”

He accentuated his words with a sharp tug of his teeth at Taehyung’s bottom lip, then he deepened the kiss and leaned back slowly, until Taehyung was pressing him into the sheets.

Yoongi was already getting hard again and he was needy, desperate to be filled by Taehyung, to have him moan and curse as he fucked into Yoongi. Taehyung had been so quiet before, but Yoongi was sure he’d sound beautiful with a litany of Yoongi’s name falling from his lips.

“Get on your hands and knees for me, hyung.”

It was Yoongi’s turn to groan - Taehyung’s voice seemed even deeper than before, and the command made heat run through Yoongi’s body. Taehyung leaned back so Yoongi could move as he was told; Taehyung climbed on the bed behind him.

He blindly reached for the lube that he’d dropped on the bed when Yoongi had pulled him into the kiss, his eyes focused on Yoongi’s milky skin before him, the curve of his spine as he pushed his ass out. Taehyung let his hand slide along the line of his spine, almost reverently.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He whispered, more to himself than to Yoongi, but it made Yoongi whine, push back into Taehyung’s touch as he grabbed onto Yoongi’s ass.

The sound of the bottle of lube being opened rang loud in the dark room, only intercepted by their heavy breathing. Yoongi shivered at the cold sensation of the liquid, but Taehyung warmed it up against his skin.

“A little wider”, he whispered, tapping Yoongi’s leg and Yoongi obliged, his knees sliding over the mattress. “Perfect.”

They didn’t speak as Taehyung prepped them carefully, tender. Yoongi’s head was hanging low between his arms, he was holding himself up on his forearms; flames of heat ran through him at Taehyung’s touch, he was biting his lip hard to keep himself from groaning out loud, eyes screwed shut, fingers curled into his sheets - it was so much. 

Taehyung was spreading the lube on his dick once he had prepped Yoongi to the point where he was a whimpering mess before him, and Taehyung leaned forward to pepper open-mouthed kisses all over his back, biting at the skin slightly, hand holding onto the headboard to keep steady.

“Come on, Tae”, Yoongi grunted through clenched teeth, pushing his ass back against Taehyung’s hips, hot, needy.

Taehyung chuckled against his heated skin and leaned back again, hand still sliding up and down his dick. He grasped onto Yoongi’s hip, tugging him a little closer. Taehyung guided his dick to slide the tip along Yoongi’s slick, smooth skin, teasing him, torturing him as Yoongi clenched around nothing, groaning into the pillow.

“Come on, baby”, Taehyung teased, pushing in just a little. “Tell me what you want.”

”Fuck.” Yoongi was trembling.

“Taehyung... fuck me.” He whined, and Taehyung pushed inside.

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His hands twisted in the sheets, mouth falling open against the pillow in a silent moan as Taehyung thrust inside him at a ridiculous pace.

Taehyung put his flat palm on Yoongi’s lower back, pushing him down, his other hand holding onto Yoongi’s hip, the grip almost bruising.

He’d started out slow, carefully pushing in until Yoongi got used to the feeling of Taehyung’s dick spreading him open, until he whimpered and whined for more, more, more. Taehyung was driving him mad with his touch, his thrusts, with the way he kept saying how pretty Yoongi was.

His movements were sharp and quick now, his hips snapping against Yoongi’s ass, the tip of his dick dragging against the bundle of nerves with each thrust, and Yoongi’s thighs were trembling, his dick hanging heavy between his legs. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last.

Yoongi’s sensitive nipples dragged against the sheets with every jerk of Taehyung’s hips and it made tears of deliriousness spring into his eyes. He stuttered out Taehyung’s name repeatedly, whining desperately when Taehyung moaned out loud, pressing in just a little bit harder. 

“Taehyung-ah, p-please”, Yoongi’s voice was a barely-there whisper as he turned his face to the side, cheek pressed into his pillow, wiping the tear that escaped his eye on the fabric. He wasn’t sure what he was begging for, but Taehyung seemed to know exactly what he needed. 

He slowed down his pace, the hands that had been holding onto his hips sliding up his sides until he could wrap them around Yoongi’s hands, until Taehyung’s chest was pressed to Yoongi’s back, until he could press lingering, open-mouthed kisses to Yoongi’s neck and his shoulders. 

Yoongi still arched his back as far as he could, releasing the fabric he had curled his fingers around, warmth blossoming in his chest when Taehyung slotted his fingers in between instantly, holding on to Yoongi’s hands as he pushed his dick inside of him once, twice.

He moved at a slower pace yet deeper, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back to the hilt, grunting with each thrust.

“Yoongi”, a desperate groan against Yoongi’s heated, sweaty skin before Taehyung bit down lightly. Yoongi clenched around him subconsciously.

He screwed his eyes shut tightly as another moan was building up in the back of his throat.

“Baby, you feel- fuck”, Taehyung gasped, pulling out and pushing back in again, the head of his cock dragging against Yoongi’s prostate repeatedly, turning him into a whimpering mess.

Yoongi just had the orgasm of his life and he was so close again, he might come on Taehyung’s cock alone.

“You feel so fucking good.” Taehyung murmured, pressing his forehead against the nape of Yoongi’s neck, his fingers tightening their hold around Yoongi’s. “Perfect for me.”

Those were the last coherent words Taehyung could form before he picked up his pace again, the sound of his hips slapping against Yoongi’s ass only intercepted by their moans and Yoongi couldn’t get enough of how loud Taehyung was as he fucked him. How he didn’t hold back at all.

Yoongi pushed out his ass and rolled his hips into his thrusts, wanting to drive Taehyung completely, utterly mad. It didn’t take long for Taehyung’s thrusts to become erratic, unbridled, one of his hands wandering down to Yoongi’s hard cock to tug, to rub at the sensitive tip.

It made Yoongi clench around him harder, made him close his mouth as he bit into the pillow to stop his wanton, shameless moans. They were both hot and sweaty, the springs of the mattress protested under the punishing pace of their fucking, the headboard hitting against the wall.

Yoongi didn’t care if they woke up his neighbors with how loud and shameless and uninhibited they were, because Taehyung fucked him so good he would feel him for days, he would see the traces of his touch on his skin, and hear the sound of his groans in his head for weeks.

“I am so-”, Taehyung huffed, the words coming out clipped, hot against Yoongi’s skin. “Close.” A moan. Taehyung’s tugging at Yoongi’s dick became quicker. “Fuck.” Taehyung brought his hand up to Yoongi’s chin, tilting his face to the side until he could press their lips together.

The kiss was messy, uncoordinated, Yoongi raised his hand to the back of Taehyung’s head to keep him in place as their teeth clacked against each other, as their breaths mingled and their tongues tangled and the grip of Taehyung’s other hand around Yoongi’s fingers tightened. Taehyung quickened his pace as he pushed into Yoongi over and over again, swallowing his moans, sweat dripping down the side of his face, his own thighs trembling in exertion, the blood rushing through his veins as he pounded into him relentlessly. He was so, so close.

He broke their kiss, hand wrapping around Yoongi’s cock again as he jerked him off, his own thrusts becoming sloppy as he chased his climax. Yoongi was groaning into the pillow, his hand coming down to wrap around Taehyung’s, chest pressed to the mattress, eyes screwed shut. 

He could hear his own blood rushing through him, the pressure within him building until it was almost too much to handle. Taehyung snapped his hips against Yoongi’s ass once, twice, desperate and unforgiving, hitting the bundle of nerves until Yoongi couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck, Tae!”

With a last helpless groan Yoongi was pushed over the edge. He came hard, his head spinning as he spilled into Taehyung’s hand, his eyes rolling back, teeth clenching around the pillow to silence his moans. The second orgasm was even more intense than the first one.

He felt hot all over, the rushing in his ears was loud and he could barely keep himself up on his knees as Taehyung pushed in once more. Yoongi felt Taehyung’s hips stutter to a halt against him, then, as Taehyung came too, biting down on Yoongi’s shoulder, not breaking the skin.

His climax racked through him, his dick pulsing as he came hard, Yoongi’s name falling off his lips repeatedly, helplessly, and he sacked down once his thighs started protesting. He covered Yoongi’s body with his, the puffs of air stirring up Yoongi’s hair as he breathed heavily.

“Fuck.” Taehyung murmured once he was able to catch his breath. His cheek was resting against Yoongi’s shoulder, and he turned his face a little so he could press a kiss to his skin. “That was...”

He didn’t know what to say, so he just tightened his grip around Yoongi’s fingers.

“Yeah”, Yoongi nodded, breathlessly, still trying to come down from the best sex of his life.

Taehyung was not only hot as fucking molten lava, he made sure to make Yoongi feel so fucking good, he made him come twice and he kissed him like Yoongi had never been kissed before. Yoongi never wanted to leave this bed again.

But they had to, unfortunately, because the come was sticking to their skin in an unpleasant way and Taehyung was already rolling over and off of Yoongi. Yoongi scolded himself for already missing the weight of his body on him.

“I’ll get something to clean up”, he said, pressing another tender kiss to Yoongi’s shoulder, making Yoongi’s stomach feel all fluttery.

”First door on your right”, Yoongi mumbled, his eyes locked on Taehyung’s ass as he left the room. Don’t blame him, it was a really nice ass.

Taehyung came back quickly, and Yoongi was grateful because he really didn’t like the sticky feeling of drying come on his skin. Taehyung helped Yoongi clean up, then brought the towel back to the bathroom. When he came back, he stopped in the doorway, eyes on Yoongi. For some reason, he looked unsure. Or maybe Yoongi was just imagining it. Either way -

“Taehyung-ah, why are you standing around like that? Come on, I want to sleep.” Yoongi patted the empty spot next to him and blushed when Taehyung grinned widely when he walked over.

Yoongi had taken off the dirty comforter earlier and he’d slipped under the blanket, waiting for Taehyung to come back. He shuffled to the side to make room for Taehyung to slide in with him, but Taehyung tugged him right back and into his arms. Yoongi’s cheeks were burning.

“Goodnight, hyung.” Taehyung mumbled, pressing a kiss against the crown of Yoongi’s head, and Yoongi almost found it weird how comfortable he felt in Taehyung’s embrace. He decided he’d wonder about that tomorrow and he pushed closer, pressing a kiss against Taehyung’s neck. 

“Night, Taehyung-ah.” They both fell asleep while the first rays of sunshine stretched across Seoul.

🥃

When Yoongi woke up, he was lying on top of Taehyung, his cheek against Taehyung’s chest, their legs tangled, Taehyung’s arm wrapped around him, his hand tracing patterns across the skin of Yoongi’s back. Yoongi felt warm as he pressed a kiss to Taehyung’s golden skin.

“Hyung, truth or dare?” Taehyung suddenly piped up, and Yoongi huffed out a laugh, rubbing his eye with the ball of his hand.

Yet another game, and it sounded interesting. Yoongi was contemplating what to choose, but he liked to take risks, so he settled for the riskier choice.

“Truth.” He decided, and Taehyung’s fingers stopped tracing shapes into his skin for a beat as he inhaled deeply.

Yoongi could feel it under his touch. He wondered what Taehyung would ask him and if he should’ve picked the dare instead. But there was no going back now anyway. It was quiet for a second, until Taehyung spoke up again.

“I like you.”

Taehyung’s words made Yoongi’s heart stutter in his chest, the blood rushing to his cheeks as he realized what Taehyung was saying.

“Aish, Taehyung-ah”, Yoongi groaned, lightly slapping Taehyung’s chest. He sat up, then, straddling Taehyung’s hips. Taehyung wasn’t looking at him, but there was a prominent blush on his cheeks as well and Yoongi was wondering what was going on inside his head right now. He decided not to torture him any longer and he reached, grasping his chin.

He applied a little pressure to turn Taehyung’s head so he would face him, and Yoongi’s heart beat a little faster. Even in broad daylight, Taehyung was the most handsome person he knew.

“That’s not how this game works. You’re supposed to ask me a question.” Yoongi complained.

“Ask me again.” Yoongi challenged, and Taehyung’s eyes lit up, the corner of his lips twisting into a smirk.

“Okay, hyung, truth or dare?” He asked again, and Yoongi decided to have a little fun with him, raising an eyebrow as he traced his finger down Taehyung’s sternum.

“Dare”, Yoongi grinned cheekily, and Taehyung just rolled his eyes, his hands settling on Yoongi’s hips, thumbs rubbing along Yoongi’s pale, milky skin. He had a few bruises from last night, and Taehyung wanted to kiss each and every one of them. Maybe Yoongi would let him.

“Fine, if you want to play like that...”, Taehyung mumbled, raising his gaze to look into Yoongi’s eyes as he dared Yoongi.

“Go out with me.”

Yoongi’s heart stopped for a second before it continued to pound in his chest, he could feel his blush getting deeper by the second.

“Okay, I'll go out with you”, he said, because how could he ever say no to that.

“My turn. Truth or dare?”

”Dare.”

”Kiss me.”

Taehyung couldn’t say no to that either.

Yoongi was straddling him, and Taehyung reached out, grabbing hold of the chain that was dangling from Yoongi’s neck. Taehyung pulled him down by the chain, Yoongi’s hands landing on either side of his head as he was pulled into a deep, slow, heated kiss that made Yoongi’s toes curl and his heart pound, that left him entirely breathless.

Taehyung was exceptionally good at stealing his breath.

They kissed until they got dizzy, until their jaws hurt, until Taehyung had rolled them over, until Yoongi moaned into his mouth and Taehyung groaned against his lips, until they had to stop and catch their breath. And even then Taehyung still fulfilled his dare. 

He kissed Yoongi over and over again. He kissed the corner of his lips and the moles on his nose and cheek and in return, Yoongi pressed kisses against Taehyung’s jaw and even more against his neck, right above the place where he could feel Taehyung’s heart pounding wildly.

🥃

And a few weeks later, when they were once again tangled in bed, Yoongi was the first to ask.

“Truth or dare, Taehyung-ah?”

And Taehyung picked truth, because there was something he’d been planning to say for a while. But he didn’t get the chance, because Yoongi beat him to it.

”I love you.”

He whispered the words against Taehyung’s skin, and Taehyung groaned in pretend annoyance, ignoring the warmth that spread through him at the sudden admission.

“Aish, hyung”, Taehyung murmured, a little breathlessly. “You know that’s not how the game works.”

And even though Taehyung didn’t give him the chance to ask a question, the kiss that he pulled Yoongi into showed him exactly how Taehyung felt, and afterwards, Taehyung didn’t hesitate to kiss the soft admission against Yoongi’s skin whenever he could.