SUGAR

Taehyung buries his face in the elder’s 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 felt…taken care of for the first time. Yoongi wanted to take his load just as it was given to him, and Taehyung wasn’t even sure how to handle it. “I have to get you something to match,” he says instead. Not appropriate, but that’s all he knows.

“Trust me…I haven’t been caught yet…it’s been years, I know how to dispose and clean, with out leaving a trace…i-it’s what I was trained to do.”

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, “are you coming love?” He had retreated momentarily. Back to what Yoongi had met him as, cold, condescending.

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“I’d love that,” Yoongi murmurs, “but only if you really want to.” He grows a bit cold when Taehyung pulls away, uncertain whether it’s because of the change in temperature or his lover’s 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 lover’s 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.

His touches hint at what’s 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 won’t come to that. No, she finds herself yearning, but she doesn’t 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 she’s imagining it, imagining him down there doing that and…

She’s sure he can feel that his words have made her wetter, and after what feels like an eternity, she finally brings out a word: “R-really?” 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, Yujin’s 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 he’s aware that it’s a promise now, of what’s to come; the easy slip-slide of lips and tongue giving Yujin an inkling of an idea of how it’ll feel to have them work between her legs. But Yoongi travels slowly. He kisses Yujin’s jaw, her neck before he moves lower- fingers leaving her (perhaps with hopes of drawing out a frustrated whine). It’s because he know that now their next contact will only be more eagerly anticipated.

She can’t think too hard about the fact that after literal years, they’re finally, finally doing this, too distracted by everything he’s 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 it’s 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 can’t take away from the fact that his fingers are sliding against her, electrifying though they’re barely dipping into her.It’s 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. “T-that feels good,” Yujin whispers.

Once her gaze finds his she’s blushing again, but she seems to have become more comfortable than at the beginning of the evening. “You’re… you’re g-good at this.” Maybe that’s because she has no frame of reference, but Yujin doesn’t doubt that Yoongi knows what he’s 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 Yujin’s 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 he’s given, but it’s a warm sound, and he kisses the top of Yujin’s headwhen she goes back to hiding against him. “I’m glad,” 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.

“guess what..?” Yoongi murmurs into Yujin’s hair, his free hand tickles her shoulder in comfort. He just knows he’ll get her to flush with what he’s going to tell her next. “I’ve been told I’m even better when I use my mouth.”

He faced him a hopeful smile anyways, allowed him to kiss his skin and reveled in the butterflies that came with it.  He traced circles into Yoongi’s side, curling next to him retreating into bliss. “I really do love you hyung,” he says,  this time unaltered by sexual endeavors.

He kissed Yoongi’s 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. “I’m sorry I brought this to you,” 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 lover’s lips and fingers.

“it’s alright,” Yoongi reaches for the silver bracelet around Taehyung’s wrist and traces it lightly. “we’re in this together now. what troubles you, troubles me.” It’s hard to return to the topic of violence, Yoongi would rather linger in Taehyung’s warmth and close his eyes to all of it. But there’s urgency to the situation that should not be underestimated. “... should we do anything... to make sure the murder can’t be traced back to you?”

It’s 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 he’s afraid justice might catch up with them.

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 thighs…

Her free hand slides down as well, and she darling digs her fingers into his upper thigh. It’s 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. “I-if you want to… you can, um, t-touch me too.”

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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 can’t quite believe that they’re doing this but they’re doing this and holy hell it’s overwhelming. When Yujin’s 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 it’s 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 he’s doing and how it feels, give her the time to encourage him or bring him to a halt.

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 ‘I’m sorry’s’ behind tender touches, attempting to retrace, retract, to forgive, himself and Yoongi.

Taehyung’s lips ghosted over Yoongi’s 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 wasn’t 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 Taehyung’s soft kisses and tentative caresses smooth the ache of hurt from Yoongi’s body, but the effect is steady and calming and soon Yoongi feels safe enough that the last of his tension dissipates. What’s left of him is an exhausted pile of bruises and careful need, yet it’s not a state that bothers him. It’s one he can at times enjoy, as long as he’s within the arms of someone he trusts. And Taehyung is so genuinely attentive to him, earnestly seeking to mend their bond, that it’s enough to melt Yoongi’s feelings of alienation out of his bones. Talking can wait.

“It’s okay,” he whispers in reponse to one of Taehyung’s apologies. And “I’m alright now,” he mutters in response to another. And “I love you” once more this night, the second time it’s fallen from his lips for Taehyung to hear. Yoongi reaches out to pet Taehyung’s hair and moans softly, brokenly, at the feeling of the younger’s hot, wet mouth. It’s soothing, not just the gesture or the thought of it but even the pleasure itself- none of it revolves around orgasm. It’s about Yoongi reacquainting himself to being under Taehyung’s 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 lover’s form because he’s no longer violent. He can trust Taehyung once more to please. “c’me here..” he begs after a while, fingertips touching to Taehyung’s temples to guide his head up. “I want you close. and kisses.”

But for now she finds herself transfixed, her gaze on his hands as he opens his pants. She’s conflicted; on the one hand it’s all still very new and she wants to stop staring, on the other hand she’s weirdly fascinated. It would be the first time for her to see a man exposed like this, though she’s 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 Yoongi’s face again. Her cheeks are flushed, the color going down to her neck, and she bites her lip and nods in response. “Better,” she whispers.

Then Yujin hides her face in the crook of Yoongi’s 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 he’s naked and their gazes meet Yoongi looks flushed as well, but not half as heatedly as Yujin does. It’s 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, it’s not even that her touch is that pleasurable, but he’s so focused on it, and it comes after such anticipation that it’s enough to give him goosebumps now that the contact is finally there. Yoongi waits with furrowed brows, breathless and on edge for Yujin’s next move. He does not want to take control and take away her opportunity to explore to her heart’s desire, but perhaps she would be comforted by some input. “t-the -ah...” Yoongi’s eyelids flutter when Yujin traces the pad of her thumb over his skin. “the tip- ..is very sensitive,” he stammers softly.

He snaps out of his trance eyes meeting the elders at his words, grey irises sunken in confusion.  Taehyung takes the affection, their lips brushing softly tingles lathering down his spine.

“Yes, I-I can do that-“ Taehyung stammered, his pliancy rearing it’s beautiful head, anything for Yoongi. Taehyung stood, large hands caressing Yoongi’s 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.

She makes a soft noise; his touches make her want to press closer and closer until there’s no distance between them anymore. But she doesn’t; 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? He’d done it for her, but…

“You’re more dressed than I am,“ she says, voice coming out as barely more than a whisper. It’s evident what she’s hinting at, what she wants, and Yujin thinks he’d understand even if she hadn’t said anything.

Her right hand is still at his neck, automatically moving to massage his muscles there. It’s 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 Yujin’s 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 he’s 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. He’s bared now, hard and flushed and leaking slightly in response to the cold air and anticipation. He’s 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. It’s 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 she’s seeing. “... better?” He asks quietly, breathless for her judgement.

Yujin can’t help but giggle softly. “Hi,” she whispers back, biting her lip at his gentle touches. “I smell nice?” She blushes a little. “Thank you~ and, um, I mean, I have no frame of reference, but… this feels good.” 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 she’s thinking. “I just, um… I-I know you said that you like this, but…” The hand that isn’t holding her hair to her face slowly lays down on Yoongi’s chest, fingertips tracing patterns onto his skin. “Can I try… touching you too?”

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He likes to find Yujin curious to touch him, likes it because it means she’s 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.

“I like a hand in my hair.” He confesses. “I like being touched around the throat too. And my hips and thighs are rather sensitive.” Yoongi pulls a hand through Yujin’s hair. Traces his fingers all the way down her spine and up over the swell of her ass. It’s 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.

“anywhere you wish to explore...” Yoongi presses the words in a wisper to Yujin’s lips. “-you can touch me..”

Again, the kisses Yoongi presses to her neck make her moan. She’s significantly more exposed now that he’s on his knees, but her hair is still in front of her chest and, though her blush has reached her ears by now, she doesn’t 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.

“S-sorry,“ she breathes, stepping out of her pants and underwear with shaking legs. She’s glad he’s 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. She’s unsure what to do with her hands - should she try to cover herself? The way she’s laying down makes her feel even more exposed, and she fidgets as she waits for his next move.

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Yoongi’s 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 it’s something he invites rather than shies away from.

He follows after her closely, crawling over Yujin’s 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. “hey,” 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. “I had forgotten how soft girls are,” Yoongi whispers. “and you smell so nice too.” His smile widens even further. “if I’m going too fast let me know, yeah?”

“Hey,“ she whispers back, a shy smile on her lips, cheeks dusted a light pink. Her gaze is almost hyperfocused on his face, as if she’s worried she won’t be able to stop staring at him down there once she allows herself a tiny peek.

“Um, maybe… I-I can go first?” She’ll be shy for sure, she’ll 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 wouldn’t be able to form coherent sentences.

She kisses him softly, brushing her hair in front of her chest. “You can… open it,” she breathes, still blushing, eyes closed as she rests her forehead against his shoulder. In the position she’s in and with her hair in the way, it’ll be a slower exposition and she’ll 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 Yujin’s 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 Yujin’s 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. It’s with kisses down her throat that Yoongi drops through his knees, his mouth traveling her chest and belly ‘till he’s 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 he’s 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. “will you lay down on the bed for me?”

The way Yoongi’s 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. It’s warm, but different than she’s used to - it suddenly seems more intimate than before.

“Okay,“ she whispers. “I-I’d like that…“ Yujin gives him a shy smile and brushes her hair behind her ear. Reluctantly, she slides off Yoongi’s lap, missing their skin contact the second she’s 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. It’s 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 Yujin’s 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 he’s done he kills the other lights before turning back to Yujin, looking her over appreciatively and with a soft smile. “hey pretty,” he tells her in a playful whisper. Yoongi loosens the button of his jeans as he steps back into Yujin’s personal space, but then he slides his hands up along her back, finding the fastening of her bra. “you ready?” He murmurs the words against her mouth, giving Yujin a few soft kisses now that they’re close again. “or should I go first?”

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 he’d no longer have to suggest himself to pain he caused. That in his fucked up world he was no longer alone. There’d 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 Yoongi’s soft skin, smiling softly beneath his gaze, and warming at his words. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my life,” he whispered quietly in response.

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Yoongi moans softly at the feeling of Taehyung’s hands tracing the lines of his body. They’re big and warm and make Yoongi feel wonderful beneath them. He raises his hips just slighly, enough to let Taehyung’s length slip out. He misses its volume the moment it is gone.

Yoongi smiles at Taehyung’s words, feeling proud and joyful for him. He wishes him to have all the good things a soul needs, specially in those moments where it’s brought home again and again just how damaged Taehyung’s is.

He’s 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 that’s truly lasting. He’s 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. He’s not just a figure onto which to naively project what he dreams and aches for.

“good,” Yoongi whispers, dipping his head to kiss lightly at Taehyung’s throat. “you deserve happiness.”

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. “You shouldn’t have to be more careful….” he began, eyes closing as Yoongi pressed into him, the feeling of manly fingers in his hair calming.

“I-I should know…I should know that you wouldn’t do that to me, that you’re not them, I insulted you hyung…and hurt you while doing it, I’m-I’m sorry,” 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 Taehyung’s jaw. “I understand why you reacted the way you di,” he whispers. “I think I do.” His fingers continue to run through Taehyung’s 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 won’t have to sink too deeply into his guilt. Yoongi still has his own clinging at his heart and it’s not a good feeling.

“make it up to me.” He suggests in quiet murmurs, tilting his head for a few soft kisses. “take me to bed. fold me open, love me.”

He needs it. Yoongi pulls back only enough to look at Taehyung, the fragility that drives his request open and honest in his eyes. “please...”

“You really like this?“ she whispers, biting her lip as Yoongi slowly lifts up her sweater. “Even though I’m not… doing anything?” 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 she’s searching out his warmth. It’s 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 it…

Then he kisses her neck and she whines, voice loud and high-pitched, warmth between her legs. It’s so sensitive, something Yujin never knew about herself. One of her hands settles in Yoongi’s hair, the other one tentatively slides over his skin, moving lower as she loses herself in his kisses until–

Oh. She pulls her hand back quickly, very aware of what she just touched.

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“you are here,” Yoongi responds to her question with hot whisper to her ear. “you are warm and responsive in my hands. you blush and you ask and you’re curious. yes, I am enjoying you very much.” He assures her of it once again, hands gliding up her naked back and sides as he hides his face in her neck.

Yujin’s 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.

“Let’s take this to bed,” his voice is a warm, seductive drawl. “I’ll light some candles, they’ll make us look pretty. And I’ll show you what it’s like to be kissed all over.”