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Yoongi leans his forehead against the window, city lights blurring together as his eyelids droop. He’s exhausted, body achy and weary and all he wants is to take off his suit and curl up in his boyfriend’s arms. Pajamas very optional.
Traveling for work is becoming common enough that Yoongi is used to the long flights, used to the shitty hotel pillows. But that doesn’t mean it’s easy, or that it’s getting easier. Every time Yoongi leaves, whether it be for a day or a week, he misses home. Homesickness keeping him tethered back to Seoul, back to the cozy apartment where he always wants to be. Back to Taehyung.
The week away has been tough. Demanding meetings and even more demanding clients, not enough sleep as he languished in time zone changes. And through it all, Yoongi has missed Taehyung. His comforting embrace, his deep voice not distorted through a phone, soft kisses and enveloping warmth. Yoongi has had years with Taehyung, he should be able to spend a few days away from him. But it still feels like a part of himself is missing every time, he still aches for Taehyung’s touch. Maybe Yoongi’s a little obsessed with his boyfriend, but is that a bad thing?
And if that obsession caused him to book a flight to come back a day sooner, sleep schedule be damned, then who cares? He knows the separation effects Taehyung too, can hear it in his voice. So Yoongi did what any good boyfriend would do, spent a stupid amount of money to get home early to surprise him. Work will reimburse him… hopefully.
Yoongi lifts his head from the window as the taxi pulls up outside the apartment building. Some of the weariness vanishes, giddiness filling him at the prospect of seeing Taehyung, of surprising him. Pushing his way out of the car, Yoongi grabs his bag and heads inside. Anticipation bubbles in his belly as he waits for the elevator. Min Yoongi, best boyfriend with the best surprise.
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Stepping out of the elevator, Yoongi hurries down the hall to their apartment, suitcase dragging behind him. He punches in the code and shoves the door open, excitement practically boiling over.
“Taehyung-ah! I’m -” Yoongi cuts off mid-sentence, words dying on his lips as his eyes take in the scene of destruction before him.
The apartment is a wreck. The kitchen looks like something exploded all over the cabinets and counters and the living room is a mess of take out containers, empty wrappers, and soda bottles. There’s a paused video game on the TV screen and a mess of pillows, sweatshirts, and throw blankets on the couch. It looks like a bomb went off, or a teenager had a house party. Yoongi is stunned, staring at the devastation with his lips parted in awe.
“Babe!” Taehyung comes skidding into the room, wearing only his socks and an old pair of Yoongi’s boxers. His hair is sticking up in all directions and there’s clear stubble on his jaw and upper lip. “You’re home early,” Taehyung says, hovering a few meters away.
“Taehyung,” Yoongi breathes, gaze sweeping over his disheveled boyfriend, “were we robbed?”
“What?” Taehyung steps closer. “No?”
“Is that a question?” Yoongi challenges. There’s a pair of Taehyung’s underwear hanging off the arm of the couch. “Did you have an orgy?”
“Hyung!” Taehyung gasped. “I just -”
“Why does the apartment look like this?” Yoongi cuts in. It looks like a gross frat house, not the neat and orderly mid century modern apartment Yoongi lives in.
“Kookie came over and we were playing video games and just… yeah.”
“For a week?” Yoongi challenges. His eyes drift around the room. “Is that cheese puff dust on my vintage sideboard?”
Taehyung steps closer. “Hyung,” he whines, “it’s not a big deal.”
Yoongi raises an eyebrow when Taehyung stops in front of him, definitely looking a little worse for wear. “Kim Taehyung, have you showered or eaten anything other than delivery since I’ve been gone?”
“I -”
“Instant ramyeon doesn’t count,” Yoongi cuts in.
Slumping, Taehyung groans loudly. “Hyung,” he complains, drawing out the word. “I was going to clean everything up tomorrow before you got in.”
“I can’t leave you alone at all,” Yoongi observes, clicking his tongue. “I’m gone for five days and you forget how to be human.” He steps forward and peers at Taehyung’s face. “Have you even shaved? You look like a mess.”
Taehyung pouts at him. “Baby, be nice.”
“You be nice,” Yoongi huffs. “I come home a day early to surprise you because I missed you -”
“I missed you too,” Taehyung interrupts, inching closer.
Yoongi’s heart swells despite his annoyance, but he keeps his frown in place. He’s not really mad, but this was completely unexpected. And he’s… distracted. Taehyung normally shaves every day, sometimes every other. Yoongi’s never seen him with so much stubble, dark hair on his chin and upper lip, making him look older, more distinguished.
His arm lifts of its own accord, fingers stretching to trace along Taehyung’s jaw, feel the scratch of the hair beneath his fingertips. Taehyung blinks at him in confusion, but doesn’t move away. Yoongi wonders how it would feel to kiss him with so much stubble, how it would feel on his body. Would it itch? Burn? Rub his skin raw in the most sensitive places? He suppresses a shiver, thumb sliding over Taehyung’s chin.
“Why is this so hot?” he mumbles, mostly to himself.
Taehyung grins, his hand coming up to curl around Yoongi’s wrist, keeping him close. “You think I look hot?”
“No,” Yoongi snaps, trying to recover. “You look like a mess.”
Taehyung frowns, fingers tightening around Yoongi’s wrist. “But you just said -”
“Shut up,” Yoongi interrupts. “I’m probably just horny or something.”
“Oh.” Taehyung’s other arm wraps around his waist, pulling Yoongi in against him. “I can work with that.”
Yoongi doesn’t resist when Taehyung pulls him in, slotting their lips together. The kiss is soft, gentle, a thousand unsaid words of longing. Yoongi melts into it, one hand still cupping Taehyung’s jaw, the other sliding around his neck. Taehyung’s stubble scratches lightly at Yoongi’s chin as their heads tilt just a little, lips sliding together.
Slowly, Taehyung pulls back, smiling serenely. “I missed you.”
Yoongi smiles back. “Missed you too, baby.” His smile slips a little. “Have you brushed your teeth at all?”
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In the bedroom, Yoongi sighs as he unknots his tie, tugging it and his suit jacket off and tossing them onto the unmade bed. He sets his suitcase in front of the dresser and begins unbuttoning his shirt, pausing when Taehyung appears in the doorway to the bathroom. His hair is wet and slicked back off his forehead and he looks so ruggedly handsome it makes Yoongi’s knees feel a little weak.
“I brushed my teeth; can I kiss you now?”
Yoongi can only nod, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. Taehyung is crossing the room before Yoongi can finish unbuttoning his shirt, sweeping him into his arms and into a kiss. This kiss is needier than the one they shared by the door, hungry and filled with a week’s worth of want.
Taehyung’s tongue flicks out and Yoongi parts his lips, tasting mint toothpaste on Taehyung’s tongue as they curl together. Yoongi clutches Taehyung close, fingers digging into his bare arms as they meld together. This is what Yoongi missed, being so close, their bodies flush, mouths gliding smoothly together. Their heads tilt and Taehyung’s stubble brushes over Yoongi’s chin, his cheek, the sensitive skin of his upper lip. It makes him shiver, makes goosebumps erupt along his arms and down his back.
They only break apart when the doorbell rings, pulling away to pant against each other’s lips. “Did you invite someone over?” Yoongi asks, voice breathless.
“Uh -” Taehyung flushes. “Takeout?”
“You’re ridiculous.” Yoongi snorts and shakes his head. “Order enough to share?”
“Hungry?” Taehyung asks. At Yoongi’s nod he smiles and leans in for one more kiss. “Of course there’s enough. You go freshen up and get comfy, I’ll get the door.”
“Okay,” Yoongi agrees, stealing one last kiss before they disentangle. He watches Taehyung head for the door to the hall before his eyes widen. “Put on a shirt!” he calls after him, Taehyung’s receding laughter the only response.
Stripping off the rest of his suit, Yoongi doesn’t bother with pants, figuring his boxers are enough. He pulls on one of Taehyung’s shirts and heads for the bathroom. Bending over the sink, Yoongi splashes water over his face, trying to clear the fogginess of travel.
He can’t stop thinking about how Taehyung’s skin felt against his own, the slight scratch of his stubble. It had stung as it brushed his cheeks, caught on his lips. But it felt good, Yoongi liked the tingling burn. Tilting his head, Yoongi marvels at the way his skin is already a little pink just from a quick make out session, chin flushed and rubbed a little raw. This could be something fun to explore…
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“So,” Taehyung begins a few minutes later when they’re seated at the kitchen table. He did a decent job of mostly clearing it off, stacking the containers of takeout on the surface. “You’re home early.”
Yoongi swallows a mouthful of noodles and looks up. “Would you prefer I wasn’t?” Yoongi challenges.
“Hyung,” Taehyung whines. “Of course I’m glad you’re back sooner, I always miss you when you’re gone. I just… I feel bad that the apartment is so messy.”
“Is this what it always looks like when I travel?”
Taehyung shifts uncomfortably in his chair. “No.”
“Convincing.” Yoongi smiles as Taehyung pouts at him. “I missed you too, babe. The last meeting finished early and there was a flight so…” he trails off, shrugging. “I wanted to get home to you.”
“You’re not mad?” Taehyung questions.
Mad isn’t necessarily the right word. Shocked, would be better. It absolutely was not what Yoongi expected to walk into. He knows Taehyung isn’t as neat as he is, but they keep the apartment relatively clean together. It was surprising to walk into what looked like a warzone. And Taehyung himself… a little ratty and unshowered. And hairy.
While Yoongi prefers to be clean shaven over most of his body, Taehyung has never held to the same practice. And Yoongi has never minded. He likes the dark hair on Taehyung’s arms and legs, the tickling of the wiry hair above his cock when Yoongi has his mouth around him. It’s nice, rugged, sexy in a way Yoongi had never really thought about before they got together.
And Yoongi has seen Taehyung with a bit of stubble on his chin before, five o’clock shadow after a day or two. But this… multiple days of growth has practically given Taehyung a goatee. It shouldn’t look good, it should be weird and maybe even creepy. But fuck, it’s not. It’s…
“You okay?”
Yoongi blinks, refocusing on Taehyung in front of him. His boyfriend is staring at him quizzically.
“What?” Yoongi asks.
“I asked if you were going to eat that last piece.” He gestures to a box of bulgogi in front of Yoongi with his chopsticks. “Also you were drooling, you must be tired.”
Shit. Yoongi pushes the box toward Taehyung and rubs his eyes. “Long flight,” he mutters. “I was just thinking about how much work you’re going to have to do to clean up.”
“Me?” Taehyung asks, chopsticks halfway to his mouth.
Yoongi raises an eyebrow. “You made the mess, you should clean it up.”
Frowning, Taehyung stuffs the bite of beef in his mouth and looks away. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright,” Yoongi says gently. “I know you were trying to relax.”
“I’ve been tired from work too, just wanted to unwind.” Taehyung sighs, wiping his hands on a napkin. “I can go shower and shave if you want, then we can –”
“Don’t,” Yoongi cuts in before he can stop himself. Taehyung stares at him in confusion and Yoongi can feel himself flushing. “I just mean… I’ve never really seen you with facial hair.”
Taehyung blinks, narrowing his eyes to study him. Yoongi can’t help but squirm a little and Taehyung blinks again, realization dawning. “You do think this is hot, don’t you?”
“I -”
“You’re into this, aren’t you?” Taehyung questions, voice low, sultry.
That tone makes Yoongi’s insides turn to jelly. He barely suppresses a shiver. “I don’t know,” he mutters. “Maybe.”
“Well,” Taehyung purrs, giving Yoongi a sly smile. “We should find out.”
Before Yoongi can respond, Taehyung is standing and grabbing his arm, pulling Yoongi bodily from his chair. Yoongi doesn’t protest, even as he hears his chopsticks clatter to the floor, allowing Taehyung to tug him down the hall toward the bedroom.
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Taehyung has always been a force to be reckoned with, insatiable, always going for what he wants. Yoongi knows it well, knew it when they first met. Yoongi was dog-sitting for his brother, Holly trotting along at the end of the leash when a tan and black blur appeared out of nowhere. And then Taehyung, giving Yoongi a heart stopping smile and asking if he came there often.
Horrible, a terrible pick up line. But Taehyung didn’t seem to care, and Yoongi was, inexplicably, charmed. They talked for two hours and somehow, for some reason, Yoongi gave him his number. Taehyung asked him to dinner and a week after that he slept over for the first time. Then he pretty much never left.
Four years later, Taehyung is still the same. Headstrong and stubborn, and with a one track mind when he wants something, almost desperate. Like he seems to be now, pressing Yoongi against the bedroom wall beside the door, caging him in and prying Yoongi’s lips apart with his tongue.
His hand is cupping Yoongi’s cheek, fingertips warm at the edge of his jaw. Holding him tight, keeping him close. As if Yoongi would want to be anywhere else. He melts in Taehyung’s embrace, sliding his hands over his boyfriend’s bare shoulders. As their heads tilt, tongues sliding together, Taehyung’s stubble brushes Yoongi’s skin.
It prickles, burns a little. The sting feels like a brush burn, like the time they got a little overzealous fucking on the new throw rug in the living room and Yoongi’s knees were raw for almost a week. That was worth it, and Yoongi is pretty sure anything Taehyung’s scratchy facial hair does to him will be worth it too.
Tingles crawl down his spine with every brush, making him moan into the kiss. He can feel Taehyung smile against his lips, nudge their noses together. “You like it?” he murmurs. Yoongi nods, chasing after his lips. Maybe he’s a little needy, but it’s been days, and he’s pent up. “Like how it feels?”
“Yeah,” Yoongi breathes.
A soft chuckle, Taehyung’s free hand creeps up Yoongi’s shirt, making him shiver. Fingertips trace over his belly, tap along his ribs, brush his nipple. “Good,” Taehyung purrs, and captures his lips again.
It doesn’t take long for Taehyung to get impatient, pulling Yoongi’s shirt over his head to press their chests together. Yoongi gasps when Taehyung moves to his neck, feeling the scrape of coarse hair against the sensitive skin of his throat. It’s such an odd sensation, pain and pleasure mixed together, his skin heating beneath the touch. It feels like cold fire as Taehyung dips down, sucking a bruise into his collarbone. His chin scrapes over Yoongi’s skin and Yoongi moans, cock hardening almost painfully fast in his briefs.
His head spins as he’s tugged away from the wall, Taehyung’s arms on him, lips on the curve of his jaw. The room tilts and tips and suddenly Yoongi is on his back on the bed, blinking dazedly up at the ceiling. And then at Taehyung. Taehyung crawling over him to blanket Yoongi with his body, grin down at him.
“Your skin’s so sensitive,” he says, voice a low growl. “Gonna make you look so pretty.”
Yoongi reaches for him, trying to pull Taehyung down, press their lips back together. “Show me.”
Taehyung grins, allows himself to be dragged down. Their lips meet and it’s almost soft, gentle, until Taehyung’s teeth sink into his bottom lip. He tugs, stretching the flesh as Yoongi’s fingers twitch, press into his shoulder blades. “So glad you’re home,” he murmurs, letting Yoongi’s lip go. He nuzzles his nose against his cheek before returning to kiss him again. “Prettiest hyung.”
“You miss me?” Yoongi whispers, their lips dragging together as he speaks.
“Missed you the most,” Taehyung purrs. “Always miss you.”
Yoongi nips at Taehyung’s lips, sliding a hand into his hair and winding his fingers through the locks, tugging hard enough to sting. Taehyung hisses and Yoongi smiles against his mouth. “Show me,” he repeats.
That seems to be all the encouragement Taehyung needs. His mouth captures Yoongi’s in a kiss that's hard enough to bruise, rough stubble on Taehyung’s chin dragging a hot line over Yoongi’s skin. He moans, arching up against Taehyung’s body. They press together, Yoongi grinding his erection against Taehyung’s hip. He can feel Taehyung’s hard cock through his underwear, so little fabric separating them.
The kiss breaks with a pop, Taehyung pulling back to pant against Yoongi’s mouth. Flushed and heaving, Yoongi tries to chase after him, hands tugging at Taehyung’s hair. But Taehyung doesn’t relent, smiling against Yoongi’s jaw as he nuzzles into his cheek. It stings, Yoongi gasping at the sensation.
Taehyung kisses along his jaw and down to his neck, nibbling at his earlobe before trailing down to his collarbone. The scratch of the rough hair on Yoongi’s skin makes his head spin, his cock aching in his boxers. This is definitely not something he thought he’d be into. Yoongi wouldn’t say he’s vanilla or soft, he likes a little pain, a little something extra. And he can’t even really describe this as pain. He doesn’t know how to describe it, burning, stinging, tickling, a buzzing feeling against his skin that makes him whimper, makes his cock leak. He wants more.
And Taehyung, so in tune with Yoongi’s body, his needs, senses that immediately. He moves lower, hands sliding along Yoongi’s sides as he kisses down his chest. Stubble drags over Yoongi’s sternum, across his pecs and –
Yoongi cries out, hands fisting tight in Taehyung’s hair as Taehyung’s teeth close around his nipple. He sucks hard, pressing his face against Yoongi’s chest, the scratch of stubble on his skin making Yoongi buck up, desperate for a little friction.
A huff of air, a soft chuckle that makes Yoongi shiver, and then Taehyung is releasing him. A hand slides up to tug at his other nipple as Taehyung moves lower, dusting kisses along Yoongi’s soft belly. The hair on Taehyung’s upper lip and chin tickle, the skin just below his navel already so sensitive. He wants to scream as Taehyung nuzzles just above the waistband of his boxers, nipping at his skin.
A hot, stinging burn. It mixes with his arousal, making Yoongi’s toes curl, making him whiny and needy. He’s babbling, breathy please and more tumbling from his loose lips as Taehyung smiles against his skin. Yoongi isn’t usually this desperate, is usually in control, holding his composure well. But it’s a combination of everything, a full week away and the way Taehyung looks at him, touches him. The way Taehyung feels against him, the scratch of stubble, the feeling of his fingers curling around Yoongi’s length in his boxers. The heel of his hand grinding down, Yoongi whimpering at the pressure.
“Pretty hyung,” Taehyung murmurs, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s tip through the fabric. There’s a wet spot there, Taehyung’s tongue darting out to taste it, trace the stickiness seeping through. “Missed you.”
“Missed you,” Yoongi gasps, hips kicking up as Taehyung nuzzles against his groin. “So much.”
Taehyung smiles up at him, something sweet and boyish, despite the lust in his eyes. “So, so much.”
Fingers slip beneath the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down and off his legs. Yoongi hisses as his skin is exposed to the cool air, trying to curl in on himself. But broad palms press to his hips, keeping him flat on the bed. The hands slide down to his thighs, spreading them further apart so Taehyung can settle more comfortably, slide even lower.
“You know,” Taehyung murmurs. “Your thighs are so sensitive.” Yoongi knows. “Always love marking them up, making them all pretty from my mouth,” he continues, tone almost conversational. His fingers are tickling up and down Yoongi’s inner thighs, making him squirm and writhe. Taehyung seems unbothered as Yoongi whines and shivers. “Bet they’d look even prettier all rubbed raw.”
Yoongi moans, the thought sending sparks of pleasure down his spine. His legs twitch in Taehyung’s grasp, toes curling. The thought of his skin burning and tingling from Taehyung’s touch, the brush of his facial hair. Yoongi will be able to feel it for days, raw and sore against his slacks at work, stinging in the shower. A reminder.
“Tae,” Yoongi murmurs, spilling past his mouth like a plea.
And again, like always, Taehyung understands. The first kiss is soft, a brush of lips against his thigh. Taehyung’s fingers curl around his thighs, holding him open, as he dusts a trail of feather light kisses along Yoongi’s skin. Sweet, tender, gentle.
The kisses get wetter and Yoongi groans at the first hint of stubble on his skin. It burns, stinging down his core. It makes his cock practically throb, precum oozing from his tip. Back and forth, from left thigh to right, making Yoongi’s head spin as he shivers. Taehyung gets messier, tongue flicking over Yoongi’s skin and teeth sinking into the flesh. He sucks hard, moving his head side to side to rub against Yoongi’s inner thigh.
Yoongi isn’t sure if the sound he makes is a sob or a moan, maybe both. The feeling is like nothing else. The stinging pain makes him want to cry, just on the right side of pleasurable.
When he’s satisfied, Taehyung pulls back to admire his work, thumb brushing over the now tender skin on Yoongi’s legs. He hisses through his teeth, toes curling as Taehyung skims over the flesh, presses his thumbs into forming bruises.
“Gonna feel me tomorrow, aren’t you?” Taehyung coos.
Yoongi nods, teary eyes fixed on Taehyung’s coy smile. “Wanna,” he rasps.
“Know you do,” Taehyung says. “Pretty hyung always wants to wear my marks, be so pretty for me.” He lays on his forearms, resting his cheek against Yoongi’s thigh and staring up at him. His lips are so close to Yoongi’s aching cock, he can feel every exhale of Taehyung’s breath against his leaking tip.
“Taehyungie,” Yoongi whines.
“Hm?” Taehyung’s fingers trail over his balls, stroking the smoothly shaven skin around his cock. Teasing, light touches that studiously avoid Yoongi’s twitching erection. “What do you want?”
Yoongi whines, wriggling on the mattress as Taehyung chuckles. He doesn’t want to have to ask for it, doesn’t want to beg. “Tae,” he breathes.
Miraculously, Taehyung decides to take pity on him. He lifts his head and settles more comfortably between Yoongi’s legs. His long fingers curl around Yoongi’s cock and he leans in, licking a broad stripe from base to tip.
Yoongi groans, hips jerking as Taehyung holds him down with his free hand. His boyfriend dives in, fitting his mouth over Yoongi’s cock and suckling messily on the head. Wet and hot, tongue flicking over his slit, swirling over and around, around, around. Dizzying, mind blowing.
Drool drips from Taehyung’s lips, soaking Yoongi’s cock and dripping down his balls. Taehyung always likes it wet and messy, likes Yoongi dripping and dirty. And Yoongi loves it too, how Taehyung almost loses himself, so intent on making Yoongi feel good.
Taehyung begins bobbing his head, taking more of Yoongi into his mouth. His tongue rolls and swirls along the underside of Yoongi’s cock and Yoongi is overwhelmed already, so worked up from what almost seems like so little. It’s nothing new, Taehyung wanting to take his time, kiss Yoongi all over, worship my pretty hyung. But, fuck, it feels like a lot after so many days away.
Taehyung’s fingers slide through the mess of saliva between Yoongi’s thighs, gathering the wetness. They slip between his cheeks and Yoongi groans, thighs tensing as one rubs over his rim. He hisses as his thighs close around Taehyung’s shoulders, the skin already so raw and sensitive. When he looks down, Yoongi can see the skin is a flaming pink, rubbed red in places. Fuck.
The finger slips inside him, eased slightly by saliva. The slide is still a little rough, but Yoongi is relaxed and practically melting under Taehyung’s attention. It makes it relatively easy, Taehyung wiggling his finger and stroking along his walls as he sucks hard at Yoongi’s cock. It’s so much, too much almost.
“Tae,” Yoongi gasps. “Baby, gonna come if you don’t stop.”
And they both know Yoongi’s refractory period isn’t quite what it used to be. And if he comes now, he’ll be too sensitive for far too long after.
Slowly, Taehyung pulls back, leaving a few more wet kisses on the head of Yoongi’s cock as he withdraws his finger. “Feel good?”
“You know it does, you menace,” Yoongi snaps, though the heat from his words is lost by how breathy and fucked out he sounds.
Taehyung chuckles and sits up, wiping his mouth on his forearm. “Turn over for me?”
“Thought you missed me,” Yoongi pouts, but he’s pushing up on his elbows. “You don’t wanna look at my face?” Yoongi flips over and pushes onto his knees.
“I did miss you,” Taehyung agrees. “But I also missed your perfect ass.” He punctuates his words with a slap to Yoongi’s ass, making Yoongi yelp.
Taehyung reaches for the end table and pulls out lube and a condom. He makes quick work of slicking up his fingers, other hand curling around Yoongi’s hip to guide him into a better position. A finger brushes between his cheeks, slick and wet, and Yoongi groans.
“Start with two,” Yoongi rasps.
Two fingers press past his rim immediately, sliding in to the knuckle. Yoongi moans, head falling between his arms as Taehyung begins thrusting his fingers into him. He strokes along Yoongi’s walls, soft pads of his fingers gliding along him, filling him so perfectly. Yoongi can feel his rim stretch around the intrusion, barely any discomfort as Taehyung scissors his fingers.
Yoongi feels breath against his skin and a moment later, lips press to the base of his spine. Taehyung begins pressing open mouth kisses along his ass cheeks, hot and wet and stinging. The drag of his stubble over Yoongi’s ass makes him ache, his cock leaking between his legs. He’s desperate for more, pushing back as Taehyung inserts a third finger.
The sounds Yoongi is making are loud and wanton, embarrassing to his own ears. But he can’t seem to control it. He’s barely holding himself up on shaking arms and legs. Three of Taehyung’s fingers fuck into him, the squelch of lube loud, mixing with Yoongi’s moans. And Taehyung mouth works over his skin, teeth and lips and the tingling scrape of stubble making Yoongi’s skin feel raw. He’ll never need to exfoliate again at this rate.
Yoongi whines when Taehyung pulls his mouth away, barely suppressing a whimper when the fingers vanish as well. The sound of the condom wrapper tearing is loud in the room, Taehyung hissing as he rolls it on himself and slicks lube over his cock. Yoongi doesn’t have to wait long, feeling Taehyung’s hand curl around his hip again, pulling him closer as the head of his cock rubs over his entrance.
Taehyung pushes into him, punching a groan from Yoongi’s chest. The stretch feels amazing, Taehyung’s cock sliding smoothly into him to the hilt. Taehyung always fills him so perfectly, Yoongi able to feel him almost in his stomach. While he isn’t quite as long as Taehyung is, Yoongi is thicker. And he knows Taehyung loves the way Yoongi splits him open, crying on Yoongi’s cock when he’ll fuck into him. A perfect match, as if they were made for each other.
Taehyung waits for a few moments before he moves, breathing heavily as his cock twitches inside Yoongi’s body. His fingers grip Yoongi’s waist, pressing hard enough to bruise.
“Fuck,” Taehyung gasps as he grinds deeper. “Really missed your ass.”
Yoongi laughs softly, curling his hands in the blankets beneath him. “Missed your dick.”
“And they say romance is dead?” Taehyung teases.
The pace Taehyung sets is slow, pulling nearly all the way out of Yoongi to push back in. It feels like he reaches even deeper this time, Yoongi moaning at the stretch, the press of Taehyung into him. So perfect, so right. Taehyung grunts as he picks up his pace, their skin slapping together, the squelching sound of lube loud and slick.
Yoongi is already so on edge, he knows he’s not going to last long. He can tell by the sounds Taehyung is making, by the fervor of his pace and grip of his hands that he won’t last long either. But that doesn’t matter, not when they’ll have the entire weekend to do more. Leisurely and slow, hard and fast, Yoongi just needs his fill.
“Tomorrow I wanna get my mouth on you,” Taehyung huffs, fingers gripping into Yoongi’s hips. “See how you feel after I’m done with you.”
Yoongi moans, imagining how it will feel, the electric pain over his most sensitive areas. Maybe Taehyung should never shave again.
Draping himself over Yoongi’s back, Taehyung continues rolling his hips. Hard and fast, pounding into him as he nuzzles into his neck. His skin prickles as Taehyung runs his stubble over his sensitive, sweaty skin. One of Taehyung’s hands slips to his front, curling around his leaking cock.
Yoongi cries out at the sudden stimulation, his cock twitching in Taehyung’s grip. Taehyung begins jerking him off in time with his thrusts, filthy whispers falling from his lips that are now pressed to Yoongi’s ear. It doesn’t take long for Yoongi to teeter and tumble over the edge, sparks bursting behind his eyes.
He collapses onto his elbows, burying his face in the sheets beneath him. Taehyung follows him down, chasing his own release as he nips and tugs at the hoops in Yoongi’s ears. A few more jerks of his hips and Taehyung groans, burying himself deep and filling the condom.
They don’t move for a few minutes, Taehyung staying draped over Yoongi’s back as they try to catch their breath. Yoongi’s skin stings from head to toe and he feels wrung out. He can feel the pounding of Taehyung’s heart through his back, the desperation of his exhales against his ear.
Fuck , he did miss that.
Eventually, with a groan, Taehyung lifts himself from Yoongi’s back and pulls out. Yoongi whines at the loss and collapses fully to the mattress. The exhaustion of the day seeps back into him, the long flight and frantic sex. He could sleep for ages now, perfectly sated. As he shifts, his thighs rub together and he groans. It stings, feeling raw and bare, tingles of pleasure shooting through his body.
Taehyung returns and cleans Yoongi up gently, rolling him over to get his front. He tosses the towel away after and flops down beside him, curling around Yoongi’s side and nuzzling against his shoulder. Goosebumps erupt on Yoongi’s skin and he sighs, sliding his hand up Taehyung’s back to card his fingers through his hair.
“I’m surprised there were even clean towels,” Yoongi teases.
A tiny nip to his shoulder has Yoongi chuckling. “I was gonna clean,” Taehyung whines. “I just missed you too much.”
“Mm, baby missed me too much to function?” he chuckles. “Little bear can’t take care of himself when hyung is gone?”
“Can’t,” Taehyung huffs, blinking up at him with wide eyes. “Yoongi hyung, will you really make me clean up all by myself?”
Yoongi snorts, tugging gently at Taehyung’s hair. “I just got home and you want me to clean for you? Clean up the mess you made?”
Taehyung just pouts at him, pressing a tiny kiss to where he nipped at his shoulder. His stubble scrapes over Yoongi’s skin and he shivers at the contact, spent cock twitching in interest. God, he’s going to be sore everywhere tomorrow.
“Hyung knows how to do it better,” Taehyung continues. “I’ll do most of it, but you’ll help? We can do it together, missed you so bad.”
Yoongi is, as always, weak to Taehyung’s pout, his pleading eyes. And he wouldn’t have really made him clean by himself. “Alright baby,” he says finally. “But you have to put lotion on me, you rubbed me raw.”
“Ooh,” Taehyung breathes, shifting to push up and climb over Yoongi. “I can definitely do that,” he murmurs with a grin. He leans in, drawing Yoongi into a hungry kiss.