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“yoongi-hyung!” taehyung shrieked, throwing the front door open and nearly falling down the porch stairs in his haste. “you’re home! you’re home, you’re home—”
he had the strength and speed of a flighty fledgling, and if yoongi hadn’t thought to expect this exact reunion, he would have been knocked to the ground. as it was, he braced himself for taehyung’s swift impact, practically digging his heels into the ground and catching him in his arms with a quiet oomf.
“hi, tae-yah.” yoongi kissed his cheek with fond bemusement, hoisting him up higher by holding onto his bottom. even with his enhanced strength, though, taehyung was a much bigger boy and he struggled to keep them both upright. but taehyung was nuzzling his hair with near-palpable relief and delight that he couldn’t bring himself to let him go.
“missed you,” his fledgling murmured against him.
yoongi laughed, squeezing him for a moment before letting go. “i can tell.”
taehyung unwrapped his legs, sliding down until he stood upright. “missed you.”
“i know, baby,” yoongi smiled and cupped his cheek, giving him a gummy grin when he leaned his face into his touch enough that his cheek smooshed against it. “my little fledgling.”
taehyung looked into his eyes for a long enough moment that he became suspicious—when taehyung very intentionally grabbed his hand to suck two fingers into his mouth, his suspicions were confirmed.
“ah, that’s how it is?” yoongi asked. when taehyung went to mumble a confirmation around his fingers, he added a third. whatever taehyung was going to say faded away into a garbled moan. “come, little one. inside. let your sire greet you properly, hm?”
yoongi barked out a laugh when taehyung turned without removing yoongi’s fingers, whining when yoongi removed them himself and shooting him a pitiful look.
“i’ll give them back when you’re where i want you, sweetheart.”
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where he wanted him was on his lap, held as close as yoongi could manage, taehyung drinking from his neck in delicious little pulls. he was old enough that he didn’t need just his sire’s blood to thrive and had managed well enough feeding from his other hyungs, but there was something undeniably special about reinforcing a sire-fledgling bond.
and how he wanted him aligned exactly with taehyung’s desires.
his pussy was obscenely wet where it met yoongi’s cock; it had been immediately freed from yoongi’s pants as soon as taehyung had gotten him to sit, and would have been immediately swallowed down if yoongi hadn’t clicked his tongue and had him on his lap like the well-trained boy he was.
he’d let taehyung sink to the hilt on his lap before guiding his head to yoongi’s neck—he knew from experience it would be a messy experience in both regards if he let taehyung go at his own too-fast pace. not that it was a chore, of course. yoongi had missed his precious, messy fledgling in every way imaginable.
he kept slipping out in taehyung’s eagerness, each time making him huff a laugh in time with taehyung’s whine. he guided himself back into taehyung sometimes, but—well, those little whines, that frustrated wriggling, that desperate frotting until yoongi gave in and helped—sometimes he couldn’t help but let him struggle a little.
not for long. never for long. no amount of teasing could beat the complete satisfaction he felt with taehyung on his cock, his fledgling’s teeth in his neck, the feeling of their unity and connection and mutual desire running through them in a fierce loop.
when taehyung reluctantly pulled away from yoongi’s neck, sealing his bites with gentle licks, yoongi didn’t waste much time guiding him to the other side. “you can teethe if you want, sweetheart.”
taehyung hummed happily, mouthing at his neck with vigor, not even attempting to sink his teeth in yet. yoongi laughed, tilting his head to give him more room, thrusting his cock into him (tight, wet, hot) while he had the chance. taehyung’s breath caught in his throat for the first thrust, and came out in a low, needy, guttural moan for the second.
“you act like your hyungs didn’t take care of you,” yoongi teased, reaching between them to gently toy with his clit. he knew for a fact that his hyungs did take care of him—he’d been privy to a few of their taking cares over the phone, fisting his cock as he thought of his coven, of his sweet fledgling.
"yeah, but sire didn’t take care of me,” taehyung pouted. “missed you.”
“ah, i know, baby,” yoongi said, teasing smile falling into something apologetic. “i missed you, too.”
“promise?”
taehyung, yoongi knew, had not had many people around to miss him before yoongi. he knew he’d need those assurances and reassurances for a long time. he knew he would always be ready and willing to give them.
“i promise. i missed you so much. kept thinking i should have said fuck it and brought you with me, should have been able to come home to you after every stupid meeting. i already told them i’m not going on another business trip for another few years. i don’t care how old you are, you’re my baby, i’m not leaving you again—”
taehyung sniffled, not quite crying but eyes certainly not dry, and pressed a kiss to his neck. “okay.”
“okay,” yoongi agreed. “can you believe i had to sleep alone?”
taehyung giggled, nosing his jaw. “you don’t even need to sleep.”
“what else could i do, though? it was much too quiet without my silly boy around. i’d rather miss you in my dreams than staring all glumly at the wall.”
“hyungs wouldn’t let me stare at the wall.”
“good. you’re allowed to miss me, but not allowed to do nothing til i come home. you need to be taken care of, hm? need to feed and teethe and exercise—”
“i convinced jinnie-hyung to let me swim in the lake. it’s really pretty in the moonlight. will you swim with me?”
yoongi didn’t balk, but—
“will you watch me swim?” taehyung said knowingly.
“i would love to,” yoongi agreed.
“but not tonight.”
“and why is that?”
he didn’t anticipate taehyung’s talented hips rolling, making a breath he didn’t even need hitch in yoongi’s throat. “sire has to make up for leaving me all alone.”
yoongi was all too happy to oblige