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17 11 01 - âad astra per asperaâ
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Taehyung buries his face in the elderâs neck, taking a second to hear him breathe, hear his heart finally settle in his rib cage, the repercussions of their previous events. He pressed a kiss to his skin, warm beneath the nerves of his lips.
He feltâŚtaken care of for the first time. Yoongi wanted to take his load just as it was given to him, and Taehyung wasnât even sure how to handle it. âI have to get you something to match,â he says instead. Not appropriate, but thatâs all he knows.
âTrust meâŚI havenât been caught yetâŚitâs been years, I know how to dispose and clean, with out leaving a traceâŚi-itâs what I was trained to do.â
He looked at him, somber eyes before sitting up from the bed, standing to his feet before heading towards the closet pulling his robe from it and grabbing the box of cigarettes that were on the dresser before heading to the door, âare you coming love?â He had retreated momentarily. Back to what Yoongi had met him as, cold, condescending.
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âIâd love that,â Yoongi murmurs, âbut only if you really want to.â He grows a bit cold when Taehyung pulls away, uncertain whether itâs because of the change in temperature or his loverâs slight shift in attitude.Yoongi gets dressed in his shorts and a sweater and follows Taehyung out, snatching a lighter from his table on his way to the balcony. Silently, he reflects on what Taehyung said as he joins him, offering to light up his loverâs cigarette before his own. For a second, the flame lights up their features, and Yoongi is reminded once more of how little he actually knows.
âhow... how old were you... when you started training- who trained you?â Yoongi bites his lip, eyes exploring Taehyungâs face for any discomfort with the questions. âare you... okay with me asking things like that?â .
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It almost surprises Yujin how safe she feels despite the fact that she had been so nervous leading up to this. Slowly, she lets go of her self-consciousness and allows her soft moans and mewls to grow a little louder - not much, but itâs a start. She knows Yoongi wonât mock her for making those sounds, and she dares to think that he likes it.
His touches hint at whatâs to come, and Yujin finds herself wanting it more and more. If she told him to, Yoongi would stop at once, but she has a feeling it wonât come to that. No, she finds herself yearning, but she doesnât dare ask for even more.
When he speaks again, Yujin moves her head back slightly to look at him. A mistake, as it turns out, given that she flushes a bright red at his next sentence, lips parting in a mix of shock and want. And oh, oh no, now sheâs imagining it, imagining him down there doing that andâŚ
Sheâs sure he can feel that his words have made her wetter, and after what feels like an eternity, she finally brings out a word: âR-really?â The wonder in her voice probably makes it clear that she finds it hard to believe it could be even better than this. And, because speaking is difficult and her cheeks are still pink, Yujinâs answer to his unspoken question is a shy nod and a shy smile.
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Yoongi grins and kisses Yujin, wetter and slower and more deeply than he dared to before. His own arousal is evident in the way he kisses and heâs aware that itâs a promise now, of whatâs to come; the easy slip-slide of lips and tongue giving Yujin an inkling of an idea of how itâll feel to have them work between her legs. But Yoongi travels slowly. He kisses Yujinâs jaw, her neck before he moves lower- fingers leaving her (perhaps with hopes of drawing out a frustrated whine). Itâs because he know that now their next contact will only be more eagerly anticipated.
He pushes up, only enough that he can crawl down and nestle between Yujinâs legs more easily. Yoongiâs hips now press to his mattress and his upperbody hoovers over Yujinâs waist, supported by both hands besides her hips. He smiles at her, a boyish smile for confidence, and nuzzles her belly button with a hint of playfulness first. âyouâre pretty,â he hums, shifting his weight onto one arm and brushing his lips along Yujinâs thigh. âflushed and cute and pretty. dâyou want to hold my hand throughout?â Yoongi lowers through his elbows and reaches out for her, fingers spread and asking to be trusted. .
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Yujinâs watching all of Yoongiâs reactions closely, making mental notes of what he seems to prefer. Her note-taking is interrupted by him kissing her again and she kisses him back softly, relaxing against him, her hand still working his length.
She canât think too hard about the fact that after literal years, theyâre finally, finally doing this, too distracted by everything heâs doing. Instead Yujin tries not to let out too many soft mewls as his hand travels along her body, mapping out her skin. She feels vulnerable and safe at the same time; goosebumps where he touched her even though itâs warm.
His hand presses against her gently, and oh, now all of her blood and attention is rushing down there. As distracting as his kisses are, they canât take away from the fact that his fingers are sliding against her, electrifying though theyâre barely dipping into her.Itâs with a slight shudder that Yujin breathes out a moan. Her hand has stilled around Yoongi (she was never the best at multitasking), but her fingers in his thigh are only digging harder. Her voice is high-pitched and it takes her several attempts to form words again, too overwhelmed by the new sensations. âT-that feels good,â Yujin whispers.
Once her gaze finds his sheâs blushing again, but she seems to have become more comfortable than at the beginning of the evening. âYouâre⌠youâre g-good at this.â Maybe thatâs because she has no frame of reference, but Yujin doesnât doubt that Yoongi knows what heâs doing. Shy after giving him the compliment, she hides her face in his neck, breath hitting his skin.
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Yoongi does not care that Yujinâs and has stilled. He had expected it and in a way prefers it, now he does nt have to divide his attention when it comes to the adorable little hitches in her breath or the light strain in her voice.
Yoongi laughs at the compliment heâs given, but itâs a warm sound, and he kisses the top of Yujinâs headwhen she goes back to hiding against him. âIâm glad,â he murmurs, continuing to draw slow, even-paced cicles with his fingers. Each time he shallowly eases into her to bring more of her wetness up and smooth the slide of his fingertips, he dips his fingers just that tiny bit deeper. Yet he refrains from actually breeching into her fully, only teasing at the edges. He wants her to be ready, he wantes her to want it by the time he pushes in.
âguess what..?â Yoongi murmurs into Yujinâs hair, his free hand tickles her shoulder in comfort. He just knows heâll get her to flush with what heâs going to tell her next. âIâve been told Iâm even better when I use my mouth.â
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Taehyung keened though he didnât agree. People like him donât deserve happiness. Murderers and psychos donât get happy endings and deep down he knew that his time with Yoongi might be limited.
He faced him a hopeful smile anyways, allowed him to kiss his skin and reveled in the butterflies that came with it. Â He traced circles into Yoongiâs side, curling next to him retreating into bliss. âI really do love you hyung,â he says, Â this time unaltered by sexual endeavors.
He kissed Yoongiâs dark hair long fingers raking through it as he sighed softly. He was coming down, from every high. The blood on the living room floor and his clothing balled in the hamper was elviated from his mind even if it momentarily. Even if he had to wake up and face the music. Even if he had to explain, even if he had to go back. âIâm sorry I brought this to you,â he admitted again.
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Yoongi has always loved how responsive Taehyung is, both to his touches and his words. For once he responds entirely in kind, moaning softly under the affection he receives from his loverâs lips and fingers.
âitâs alright,â Yoongi reaches for the silver bracelet around Taehyungâs wrist and traces it lightly. âweâre in this together now. what troubles you, troubles me.â Itâs hard to return to the topic of violence, Yoongi would rather linger in Taehyungâs warmth and close his eyes to all of it. But thereâs urgency to the situation that should not be underestimated. â... should we do anything... to make sure the murder canât be traced back to you?â
Itâs strange to hear such words from his own mouth. Not even two years earlier he was training to be one to bring justice down upon Taehyung for his actions. Now heâs afraid justice might catch up with them.
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171113 - âa first for every thingâ
There seem to be a few moments of nothing but silence after Yoongi speaks. Yujin processes his words, repeats them in her mind, biting her lip. She shifts again, presses a bit closer, shivers at the shock of skin on skin.
Then her head settles against his shoulder in a way that allows her to gaze at his body but hide if she gets shy again. She watches her own hand this time, watches as she slides it up and off his length, then draws circles around the tip with one finger. Her thumb returns to its gentle rubbing.
Yujin is still very conflicted. She wants to ask him some more, have him direct her⌠but she also wants to explore. What had he said earlier? His thighsâŚ
Her free hand slides down as well, and she darling digs her fingers into his upper thigh. Itâs not very rough, but stronger than her featherlight brushes from before, and it sends a warm wave of excitement through her to be touching him like this. The hand around his dick has resorted to pumping him slowly whilst the one on his thigh remains stationary.
She looks up at him, lips parted slightly. âI-if you want to⌠you can, um, t-touch me too.â
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Yoongi digs his teeth into his lip when Yujin teases him unintentionally, her tentative and soft touches sending a shiver down his spine. He still canât quite believe that theyâre doing this but theyâre doing this and holy hell itâs overwhelming. When Yujinâs fingers grip his thigh Yoongi releases a shuddery breath, his dick leaking in response to the motion of getting jerked off, and he presses his nose into her hair- eager for her smell to surround him. At her request he smiles, eyes lidded. He kisses her, unable to resist those gently parted lips and then runs his hand up her thigh, over her hips, back-and-forth across her belly as he inches closer to her sex. He makes a little detour to her thighs, gently pressing to open them up and then tracing the crease where they connect to her torso. When he finally touches her directly itâs light- just a careful brush of knuckles before he turns his hand and covers her with his warm palm. Yoongi draws Yujin into another kiss then, soothing her nerves by allowing her to swim in the pleasure of a boundary they have already crossed, that feels a little more comfortable. But as he traces his tongue between her lips he traces her with his fingers too, shallowly dipping in between her folds to seek out her wetness and draw it up, smoothing the slide of his otherwise rough fingertips over her sensitive skin. His touches are unhesitant but not rushed in the slightest. He wants her to be able to process what heâs doing and how it feels, give her the time to encourage him or bring him to a halt.
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Taehyung had no intention of fucking Yoongi, not like he did, not after what he did. But he wanted him to feel that he was no longer consumed by anger, over turned by his own insecurities. Heâd allowed them to control him and in return heâd pillaged, raped and hurt like some animal let out of his cage after years of being treated poorly, Â blood thirsty for revenge.
He helped Yoongi into the bed, allowing him to get comfortable before climbing on top of him, hovering lightly, almost timidly as if afraid to break, to repeat the encounter. But yet, in still, he kissed and caressed his skin, muttered âIâm sorryâsâ behind tender touches, attempting to retrace, retract, to forgive, himself and Yoongi.
Taehyungâs lips ghosted over Yoongiâs pelvis, simmering over where he had bruised, fingers tracing what usually would be lovely marks though only brought guilt. He pressed his legs apart running his tongue along his hilt then down his cock before letting it work at his head, the tip of it toying with his slit. Yoongi was raw, red and broken, and Taehyung felt wrong, like this wasnât how it should be, he felt the disconnect between them. The usual, stifling, completely consuming,hot, passion that had came with their sex since the night they met was only lingering now.
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It is only slowly that Taehyungâs soft kisses and tentative caresses smooth the ache of hurt from Yoongiâs body, but the effect is steady and calming and soon Yoongi feels safe enough that the last of his tension dissipates. Whatâs left of him is an exhausted pile of bruises and careful need, yet itâs not a state that bothers him. Itâs one he can at times enjoy, as long as heâs within the arms of someone he trusts. And Taehyung is so genuinely attentive to him, earnestly seeking to mend their bond, that itâs enough to melt Yoongiâs feelings of alienation out of his bones. Talking can wait.
âItâs okay,â he whispers in reponse to one of Taehyungâs apologies. And âIâm alright now,â he mutters in response to another. And âI love youâ once more this night, the second time itâs fallen from his lips for Taehyung to hear. Yoongi reaches out to pet Taehyungâs hair and moans softly, brokenly, at the feeling of the youngerâs hot, wet mouth. Itâs soothing, not just the gesture or the thought of it but even the pleasure itself- none of it revolves around orgasm. Itâs about Yoongi reacquainting himself to being under Taehyungâs touch after having put up his emotional defenses in order to survive him. He can open back up now, can allow himself to become vulnerable once more under his loverâs form because heâs no longer violent. He can trust Taehyung once more to please. âcâme here..â he begs after a while, fingertips touching to Taehyungâs temples to guide his head up. âI want you close. and kisses.â
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Yujin notices the way he seems to like the slightly rougher touches more, and she makes a note of it - maybe she will eventually get the courage to properly pull on his hair.
But for now she finds herself transfixed, her gaze on his hands as he opens his pants. Sheâs conflicted; on the one hand itâs all still very new and she wants to stop staring, on the other hand sheâs weirdly fascinated. It would be the first time for her to see a man exposed like this, though sheâs definitely thought about it before. About Yoongi, too. Especially after they decided to go through with this.
And there he is, on display, and she manages to tear her gaze away after a few moments to look up at Yoongiâs face again. Her cheeks are flushed, the color going down to her neck, and she bites her lip and nods in response. âBetter,â she whispers.
Then Yujin hides her face in the crook of Yoongiâs neck. One hand slowly, slowly inches down his body, until it eventually finds its goal. Her breath hitches against his skin as she carefully wraps her fingers around his length, thumb brushing the tip. She peeks out from her hiding place, watching his expression.
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When heâs naked and their gazes meet Yoongi looks flushed as well, but not half as heatedly as Yujin does. Itâs cute and vulnerable and it make him find strength to smile, comforting her with a kiss to her forehead. She hides her face before touching him and Yoongi watches, mesmerized to find her soft hands slip down his body. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth when her fingers curl around his dick for the first time, and a soft noice gets stuck in his throat. Gods, itâs not even that her touch is that pleasurable, but heâs so focused on it, and it comes after such anticipation that itâs enough to give him goosebumps now that the contact is finally there. Yoongi waits with furrowed brows, breathless and on edge for Yujinâs next move. He does not want to take control and take away her opportunity to explore to her heartâs desire, but perhaps she would be comforted by some input. ât-the -ah...â Yoongiâs eyelids flutter when Yujin traces the pad of her thumb over his skin. âthe tip- ..is very sensitive,â he stammers softly.
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Taehyung melts, as he always does in Yoongiâs grip, cause as far as heâs concerned Yoongi owned him even in states like this. He nodded in response. Even if Yoongi didnât understand he was trying to, attempting to convey the feelings Taehyung kept bottled up and stored deep with in the dark painful abyss of his subconious. His eyes close and the fingers through his hair, rough padding of Yoongiâs fingers on his scalp soothing.
He snaps out of his trance eyes meeting the elders at his words, grey irises sunken in confusion. Â Taehyung takes the affection, their lips brushing softly tingles lathering down his spine.
âYes, I-I can do that-â Taehyung stammered, his pliancy rearing itâs beautiful head, anything for Yoongi. Taehyung stood, large hands caressing Yoongiâs thin form before taking his hand and leading him into the direction of his own bedroom.
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Yoongi hisses when he rises to his feet. He's feeling raw and abused and he's sure that when he spreads his legs he looks the part too. But he follows Taehyung without pause. He needs the younger's warmth and care after what happened, his chest hollow and pained and desperate for a place of safety to heal his soul.
Yoongi watches where his fingers link with Taehyung's and wonders if he should dare try and explain his motivations to his lover once more, but he's not certain if Taehyung will want to listen. He did not care to believe Yoongi before, too blinded by his rage, and perhaps tracing back his steps verbally will only invite a repeat of their fight. Yoongi won't be able to handle that right now, and he quietly curses himself for being this weak.For leaving things unsettled.
At the same time it makes him feel helpless. He wishes Taehyung would try to understand Yoongi's reasoning in this, but it might be to soon to ask him to look past his hurt. Yet it leaves Yoongi feeling alone and invisible, despite being naked and held by his lover. Taehyung's touch doesn't quite reach him like it used to.
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Yujin carefully reaches out to thread her fingers through his hair. Itâs as soft as it looks, and she plays with it lightly, too timid and unsure to make any rougher movements. Thereâs a soft smile on her lips and her expression is more relaxed than before. Her hand slowly drags down, along his jaw, fingertips lightly drawing patterns against the skin of his neck.
She makes a soft noise; his touches make her want to press closer and closer until thereâs no distance between them anymore. But she doesnât; instead she lets her other hand rest on his side, then slide lower, thumb brushing his hipbone.
And she pauses when her fingers find the material of his pants. Her gaze flickers back up to his. Should she⌠undress him? Heâd done it for her, butâŚ
âYouâre more dressed than I am,â she says, voice coming out as barely more than a whisper. Itâs evident what sheâs hinting at, what she wants, and Yujin thinks heâd understand even if she hadnât said anything.
Her right hand is still at his neck, automatically moving to massage his muscles there. Itâs a way of fidgeting, of getting rid of her nervousness, and at the same time she hopes he might even like it.
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Where Yoongi had closed his eyes an released sated sighs at being touched by Yujinâs careful hands, h releases a full, satisfied groan when her fingers squeeze his muscles. He works himself out of his pants on her indirect request, pushing his jeans down slowly and having to wriggle a bit to make it all work while laying down. In the end heâs got even his boxers down to his knees and he works the fabric down his ankles with his toes, until he can kick it off the edge of the bed. Heâs bared now, hard and flushed and leaking slightly in response to the cold air and anticipation. Heâs not sure how Yujin will react, if perhaps she will finally turn shy at this point, or if she will only grow all the more curious. Itâs funny, how his stomach flutters. He never cared too much before of how others would perceive him, not even in the bedroom. But with Yujin... he truly does anxiously hope she likes what sheâs seeing. â... better?â He asks quietly, breathless for her judgement.
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171113 - âa first for every thingâ
She feels safer when heâs close to her. It makes her forget how exposed she is; instead focusing on Yoongiâs warmth and kisses. Tiny noises escape Yujinâs lips as he kisses his way back up her body, and her arms automatically move around his neck, kissing him back softly. She can both hear and feel his moan, and it sends a bolt of excitement through her to know that he is enjoying this.
Yujin canât help but giggle softly. âHi,â she whispers back, biting her lip at his gentle touches. âI smell nice?â She blushes a little. âThank you~ and, um, I mean, I have no frame of reference, but⌠this feels good.â Her smile is shy but she wiggles a little closer. It takes a bit of effort to not be distracted by his hand on her skin or the fact that he revealed even more of her by pushing her hair back, but Yujin manages not to hide herself.
Though she does cover her blushing cheeks with her hair as she tries to decide how to say what sheâs thinking. âI just, um⌠I-I know you said that you like this, butâŚâ The hand that isnât holding her hair to her face slowly lays down on Yoongiâs chest, fingertips tracing patterns onto his skin. âCan I try⌠touching you too?â
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He likes to find Yujin curious to touch him, likes it because it means sheâs following her own wishes and not anxiously withdrawing into herself like he feared she might if this were to become too overwhelming. So Yoongi encourages her by sharing what feels good to him in the hope that it will make her feel more secure in her explorations.
âI like a hand in my hair.â He confesses. âI like being touched around the throat too. And my hips and thighs are rather sensitive.â Yoongi pulls a hand through Yujinâs hair. Traces his fingers all the way down her spine and up over the swell of her ass. Itâs strange to be doing this to Yujin, to feel her naked skin warm and soft underneath his hands. He never truly allowed himself to think of her in this sort of manner. He would always redirect his desire, never making her the star of his fantasies. He wanted to be a good friend to her, after all. So this is new, in a way, and it makes him feel both protective and responsible and young and inexperienced at once.
âanywhere you wish to explore...â Yoongi presses the words in a wisper to Yujinâs lips. â-you can touch me..â
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She keeps her face buried in his shoulder, a shiver running down her spine as he slides off her bra. Itâs as if her senses are heightened; suddenly every little breath sounds louder and every tiny touch makes her bite her lip. Yujin gasps softly when his hands slide over her breasts, the smallest whimper escaping her lips. Rather than pulling back she presses a bit closer.
Again, the kisses Yoongi presses to her neck make her moan. Sheâs significantly more exposed now that heâs on his knees, but her hair is still in front of her chest and, though her blush has reached her ears by now, she doesnât try to hide. Yujin returns his smile with a shy one of her own, reaching down to thread her fingers through her hair. When he kisses her down there, she accidentally tugs on it, maybe a little too hard, mewling softly.
âS-sorry,â she breathes, stepping out of her pants and underwear with shaking legs. Sheâs glad heâs not staring at her, but she does bite her lip when he looks up again. With a nod, Yujin goes to lay down on his bed. Sheâs unsure what to do with her hands - should she try to cover herself? The way sheâs laying down makes her feel even more exposed, and she fidgets as she waits for his next move.
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Yoongiâs eyelids flutter when his hair is pulled. He feels the slight tug pulse pleasurably through his system. When Yujin apologises for it Yoongi sends her a mischievous smile. She will figure out soon enough how much he likes it- that itâs something he invites rather than shies away from.
He follows after her closely, crawling over Yujinâs form on hands and knees, not allowing her to grow too awkward while laying down on the bed so exposed. He kisses back up from her belly along her chest as he does so, his breath ghosting along her jaw before he finds her lips once more. This time when he kisses her he moans softly, his own defenses growing weaker and weaker. âhey,â he murmurs as he slides their noses together, so close now, so intimate. Yoongi eventually settles on his side next to Yujin, laying stretched out beside her to give her some breathing space throughout this. His hand finds her skin though, stroking gently from her thigh up her naked hip and side, along her breast once more as he pushes her hair back. He smiles as he continues to nuzzle her, fingers dancing along her lower belly. âI had forgotten how soft girls are,â Yoongi whispers. âand you smell so nice too.â His smile widens even further. âif Iâm going too fast let me know, yeah?â
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Her lips part when he turns off the light and leaves them bathed in the flickering of the candles. The mood has changed again, and suddenly she feels both beautiful and self-conscious at the same time.
âHey,â she whispers back, a shy smile on her lips, cheeks dusted a light pink. Her gaze is almost hyperfocused on his face, as if sheâs worried she wonât be able to stop staring at him down there once she allows herself a tiny peek.
âUm, maybe⌠I-I can go first?â Sheâll be shy for sure, sheâll probably try to hide herself at first. But Yujin figures that this is the best way for her to learn and get used to all this. Besides, if he went first⌠she probably wouldnât be able to form coherent sentences.
She kisses him softly, brushing her hair in front of her chest. âYou can⌠open it,â she breathes, still blushing, eyes closed as she rests her forehead against his shoulder. In the position sheâs in and with her hair in the way, itâll be a slower exposition and sheâll feel safer.
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Yoongi smiles against her ear, charmed by her shyness. He unhooks her bra with practiced ease, drawing his fingers down her arms to help it slide off and down to the floor. Yoongi nuzzles Yujinâs neck and ear, sensitising her with soft breaths and nips of his lips and teeth. His hands circle her ribcage and his thumbs brush up along the underside of her breasts in soft strokes, traveling higher in increments until they come up high enough to slide over her nipples. Yoongi remains sensitive to Yujinâs responses, focused on little hitches of breath- the slightest indication of a possible urge to retreat. He knows how to read her well in their common contact, but this is a new situation for them to meet in. He presses on with the trust that she feels safe enough to slow him down if things grow too overwhelming. Itâs with kisses down her throat that Yoongi drops through his knees, his mouth traveling her chest and belly âtill heâs knelt on the floor, fingers curled into the edges of her pants. He looks up and smiles at her, looking comfortable as he kisses her hip and her sex through the stretch of leather. Then he tugs her pants down over the swell of her ass and thighs, underwear right along with it. He helps her step out of them with patience and care, looking at what heâs doing rather than her body to make her feel just the slightest less exposed. Until he meets her gaze once more, fingertips now grazing her bare thighs lightly. âwill you lay down on the bed for me?â
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Something in Yujin is incredibly proud that he feels this way. Sheâs no longer a bookish, friendless child, now sheâs someone to be wanted and desired. Perhaps itâs not the best way to seek validation, but she doesnât care. His words seem to set her skin on fire and she presses as close as she possibly can, seeking out even more of his warmth.
The way Yoongiâs looking at her makes her shiver; the goosebumps on her skin no longer just due to her being shirtless. Her blush deepens at his words and the way his voice sounds. Itâs warm, but different than sheâs used to - it suddenly seems more intimate than before.
âOkay,â she whispers. âI-Iâd like thatâŚâ Yujin gives him a shy smile and brushes her hair behind her ear. Reluctantly, she slides off Yoongiâs lap, missing their skin contact the second sheâs stood up. She takes his hand and lets him lead her to his bedroom, unable to resist leaning up and pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips.
With every second, Yujin finds herself getting more and more comfortable and looking forward to what Yoongi plans to show her next.
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Yoongi follows after her in a heartbeat, sticking close and both guiding and comforting her with soft touches along her arms and back. Yujin is more eager than he expected, her shyness overruled by her curiousity. Itâs a pleasure to witness her bloom like this. He had already placed tealights around the room in preparation, so all Yoongi needs to do now is fish his lighter from his pocket after giving Yujinâs hip a soft squeeze and light them one by one. It kind of makes him feel like a proper boyfriend for the first time in his life. The kind you see in dramas on tv. When heâs done he kills the other lights before turning back to Yujin, looking her over appreciatively and with a soft smile. âhey pretty,â he tells her in a playful whisper. Yoongi loosens the button of his jeans as he steps back into Yujinâs personal space, but then he slides his hands up along her back, finding the fastening of her bra. âyou ready?â He murmurs the words against her mouth, giving Yujin a few soft kisses now that theyâre close again. âor should I go first?â
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17 11 01 - âad astra per asperaâ
Yoongi doesnât reciprocate, not in words anyways and Taehyung understands. There will be other moments, other opportunities to say it, but Yoongi shows it nonetheless.
Though being inside his lover, Taehyung feels incredibly full, such foreign emotion radiating through his form, something so pure, a twinkle of light in the darkness that pulsed through him but it was large in comparison to how it made him feel. Something about Yoongi told him that heâd no longer have to suggest himself to pain he caused. That in his fucked up world he was no longer alone. Thereâd always be feline eyes watching, pining, there for some sort of support as he fought his way through his sickness.
He keens at the touch, breathing heavy in light of his post orgasm. Taehyung ran his large hands along Yoongiâs soft skin, smiling softly beneath his gaze, and warming at his words. âI donât think Iâve ever been this happy in my life,â he whispered quietly in response.
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Yoongi moans softly at the feeling of Taehyungâs hands tracing the lines of his body. Theyâre big and warm and make Yoongi feel wonderful beneath them. He raises his hips just slighly, enough to let Taehyungâs length slip out. He misses its volume the moment it is gone.
Yoongi smiles at Taehyungâs words, feeling proud and joyful for him. He wishes him to have all the good things a soul needs, specially in those moments where itâs brought home again and again just how damaged Taehyungâs is.
Heâs been in love before. Has been excited with hopes and anxious desires, been reckless and wanton and stupid. Been torn up with need. With Taehyung it feels different.
His need for the man runs deep without wounding him and his hopes for the two of them are less anxious, less unfounded and more real. Yoongi thinks that they might actually have a shot at this, at building something thatâs truly lasting. Heâs no longer young and reckless, he knows himself a little more and he knows what he desires. So he knows that Taehyung has what he wants, is what he wants. Heâs not just a figure onto which to naively project what he dreams and aches for.
âgood,â Yoongi whispers, dipping his head to kiss lightly at Taehyungâs throat. âyou deserve happiness.â
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171108 - âpaybackâ
Taehyung looked at Yoongi as if he was a foreign object, completely and utterly shocked at how he was reacting. He was broken and bruised, probably a scar on his ego somewhere, deep in his soul Taehyung probably broke something but he was holding it together for him.
And maybe that was the sentiment he needed, maybe that showed loyalty, able to be beaten and broken down by your own lover just to show them that you would take the suffering in place of their own. âYou shouldnât have to be more carefulâŚ.â he began, eyes closing as Yoongi pressed into him, the feeling of manly fingers in his hair calming.
âI-I should knowâŚI should know that you wouldnât do that to me, that youâre not them, I insulted you hyungâŚand hurt you while doing it, Iâm-Iâm sorry,â he repeated again. He could pull it together now, even if it was just a little bit.
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Yoongi rubs their noses together, rests his palms to Taehyungâs jaw. âI understand why you reacted the way you di,â he whispers. âI think I do.â His fingers continue to run through Taehyungâs hair because Yoongi knows how calming of an effect it has on the younger. He hopes that by giving Taehyung a course of action he wonât have to sink too deeply into his guilt. Yoongi still has his own clinging at his heart and itâs not a good feeling.
âmake it up to me.â He suggests in quiet murmurs, tilting his head for a few soft kisses. âtake me to bed. fold me open, love me.â
He needs it. Yoongi pulls back only enough to look at Taehyung, the fragility that drives his request open and honest in his eyes. âplease...â
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171113 - âa first for every thingâ
You donât have to ask. He says it so easily, but there is still something restraining Yujin from acting on her desires. Itâs shyness and itâs anxiety about messing things up, and whilst she knows he wonât judge her (too much), she wants him to enjoy himself too.
âYou really like this?â she whispers, biting her lip as Yoongi slowly lifts up her sweater. âEven though Iâm not⌠doing anything?â Her shirt comes off along with her sweater and her blush travels down her neck, only deepening once she begins taking off his shirt. She fumbles a bit, but sets it down next to them.
Yujin gasps softly and presses close to him, as if sheâs searching out his warmth. Itâs a shock, skin on skin, and she whimpers at his kisses. The only thing stopping them from being completely bare against each other is her bra (a white, lacy thing she bought not too long ago), and the fact that his kisses start so close to itâŚ
Then he kisses her neck and she whines, voice loud and high-pitched, warmth between her legs. Itâs so sensitive, something Yujin never knew about herself. One of her hands settles in Yoongiâs hair, the other one tentatively slides over his skin, moving lower as she loses herself in his kisses untilâ
Oh. She pulls her hand back quickly, very aware of what she just touched.
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âyou are here,â Yoongi responds to her question with hot whisper to her ear. âyou are warm and responsive in my hands. you blush and you ask and youâre curious. yes, I am enjoying you very much.â He assures her of it once again, hands gliding up her naked back and sides as he hides his face in her neck.
Yujinâs heartfelt reaction to his kisses there are more than just satisfying. They fuel his need for her to urgent levels, dick painfully straining in his skinnies and Yoongi moans with her. Is encouraged to squeeze her hips and ass as he lets his kisses grow heavier on her skin.
Her hands wonder, and Yoongi starts to hold his breath unvoluntarily when they travel further and further downwards until- ... he laughs softly, grins as he looks up, flushed and eyelids heavy with lust.
âLetâs take this to bed,â his voice is a warm, seductive drawl. âIâll light some candles, theyâll make us look pretty. And Iâll show you what itâs like to be kissed all over.â
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