taegi| guarded entanglements

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There's a sliver of a smile creeping up on Taehyung's face as he straps himself into greaves and cuisses, not even waiting for a squire to aid him. Eager; he reckons that's what he feels. He switches the foot propped up on the bench to set on clasping the armor to mirror his other leg. When that's done, he flits his gaze around the bustling barracks; looking for someone chipper amongst the lot of grumbling soldiers— most who hated having to start their day so early— to help him armor up.

Not Taehyung though, he feels very much alive and invigorated today. It might undoubtedly be a great deal more comfortable and warm on his bed than meeting the frigid air outside. But he gauges that soon it'll be exponentially enjoyable under his covers with a certain royal guard wrapped up against him, naked and wanting. He'd been painstakingly waiting for the day one of them finally cracks from their game of push and pull and last night's affairs has hinted that it could very much be nearing its end if he plays his cards right.

"What are you grinning at, Kim? Hope you're ready to win against Min."

"Don't worry Commander Park, I'll be sure to pin him down this time." Taehyung replies, fully intending to make good on his words; extending beyond the pit and mayhaps in the bedroom as well. Soon.

"Make sure you do."

Oh he'll damn well do.

This isn't their first scrapple. They're already aware of what makes the other tick. What sets them apart from the crowd.

Yoongi is light on his feet, with the barest of openings. Always guarded. Never the one to strike first. Preferring to watch, evade and parry, wait, and scrutinize his opponent before making his move. Some would say calculative, Taehyung would call it wary. Smart, but wary.

Taehyung, on the other hand, prefers a more headstrong approach, knowing that his strength and prowess with the sword is superior. Prefers things to go fast and hard. Backing his opponent with a force that'll typically have the other overwhelmed and shaking.

So Yoongi, with his cunning little mind and solid stance and defense, will prolong their little game. Trying to exhaust Taehyung with his amazing footwork; moving like water with such grace rarely seen in combat. Baiting Taehyung with a few openings, done merely to trick him. A tease, that's what he is. But a hell of a good one, stringing Taehyung along like a mindless puppet. Falling in step to a dance Yoongi had weaved beforehand. Reading Taehyung so clearly, so effortlessly you'd think he had peeked into his soul.

Which he might have.

Between drinks and stories shared sitting next to each other. Whispered promises; both tame and sinful. Trading gazes that lay heavy with want, pinning them to their seats; breath catching in their throats. Waiting for someone to move, to break. To reach out against that small space between them and touch. Caresses that leave a trail of heat in their wake, stoking the desire building in them. 'Til one of them cracks and pulls the other closer, clashing their lips. Drinking in their moans as though it's scripture. Committing every sound, every whine, every groan to memory. Knowing just how and when to bite, to lick, or to use teeth.

All to have the other slowly unravel in their embrace, the picture of sin. Of flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. Of mouth left open, gasping as Taehyung pins him against the loveseat; sucking on that sensitive juncture on Yoongi's neck. 'Til he caves in and says...

"That's enough for the day," he yields, chest heaving, as he lays on his back; releasing the grip on his sword. At the admittance of defeat, Taehyung carefully withdraws his own blade, tip precariously close to Yoongi's lip. The familiar movements of extricating themselves from one another only serves to light a fire under his skin. Reminding Yoongi of the power those words, his words, have on Taehyung. No matter how inebriated, even if they've gone so far to the point where their clothes are off with hands quite occupied below the waist; Taehyung would always, without a fault, respect Yoongi's wishes. Even if he knows Yoongi takes quite a sadistic thrill in wielding it. Relishing in the fact he could render him desperate and achingly wanting. Cherishing every disgruntled groan and sometimes even delicious curses that leave those lips upon his refusal. Testing how far, how excellent Taehyung could be in practicing restraint and control. Yoongi is finding he's also impeccable in those departments. Not even him fingering himself in front of a very murderous looking Kim Taehyung had set him off last night. So he rewarded him by letting Taehyung rut against his thighs until he finished. What a good docile boy like him deserves.