YEE YEE HOMIES LET'S GET THIS BREAD
And please don't be a silent reader (I know commenting on smut is weird, idc, I'm a hoe for comments)
Yoongi gasped quickly, trying to catch his breath after practicing a particularly complex dance for two hours straight.
"I think we're done here," Hoseok called, making sure everyone heard him. "Try to get some rest - we have that big photo shoot tomorrow," he said, reminding the others why a good night's sleep was very important.
Yoongi sighed and threw his head back, allowing the cool air to hit his throat. He had heard somewhere that you could cool down quicker if you got cold air on your jugular vein. Soon, he was joined on the floor by a blue-haired boy with a wide, rectangular smile.
"How are you still smiling?" Yoongi asked, sparing a glance at the young vocalist. Taehyung shrugged.
"It's fun," he said, sounding slightly less out of breath than Yoongi. The eldest rapper simply rolled his eyes and tilted his head back again.
"Baby, if you don't want me to wreck you tonight, you might want to change your position," Taehyung whispered in Yoongi's ear. Yoongi weighed the options - move now, expending energy, but get to sleep more...or conserve energy and get to have sex with Tae later. Yoongi stayed where he was.
He heard a deep chuckle to his right as Tae laid on his back next to the mint-haired rapper.
"I thought you were tired," Taehyung muttered.
Yoongi replied, "I am," as he watched the rest of the hyung line leave the room.
"Yoongi-hyung, Taehyung-ah!" Jimin called. "We're going to the dorms, are you coming with us?" he asked.
Yoongi groaned as Taehyung sat up and replied, "Yeah, just a minute." He felt Taehyung's large hands on his shoulder and bicep, gently tugging the tired rapper to his feet.
"Hey, the quicker you get up, the quicker we can go to bed," Taehyung whispered to Yoongi. Yoongi rolled his eyes at his dongsaeng, knowing that by "go to bed" he really meant "have sex". He was going to make Taehyung pay for reducing Yoongi's sleep hours.
The couple followed Jimin and Jungkook to the dorms before bidding them goodnight and slipping into their rooms. Yoongi bit his lip and turned around to face Taehyung after the door was closed. Taehyung smirked at the mint-haired rapper.
"Strip, baby. Give me a show," he said. Yoongi rubbed his hands over his biceps as he looked at his lover. He knew his eyes were wide - they always were before sex. He didn't know why. When Taehyung rose an eyebrow, Yoongi trailed his hands from his biceps to his chest and gently traced down his body. When he brought his hands back up, he made sure to lift the hem of his shirt enough to show his abs. When his hands reached his neck, he wrapped a hand around it and gently choked himself.
"Ah, fuck, baby," he heard Taehyung whisper.
Yoongi smirked and continued choking himself while unbuttoning his shirt with his other hand. When his shirt was completely unbuttoned, he traced his pecs, hands stopping to play with his nipples under the shirt, causing him to lean his head back and moan quietly.
"Off," Taehyung growled, getting impatient. Yoongi suppressed another smirk and slowly pulled the shirt off, making sure to trace down his arms and stretch sensually while doing so. Before he could continue, he felt long-fingered hands on his waist, said fingers dipping underneath the waistband of Yoongi's black skinny jeans.
"I'll do the rest," Taehyung said as he unbuttoned Yoongi's jeans, undid the zipper, and slid them down Yoongi's thighs. Yoongi stepped out of the black fabric and allowed his eyes to narrow dangerously.
