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Taehyung rocks back with a groan and fumbles to grab onto Seokjin's hands. "Please," he says, voice raspy from all the begging he's done all weekend. He circles his hips and lets out a quiet sob when he feels Seokjin's knot, still soft, pressing against his hole. He's so wet, so loose now, that he could easily take it in, but Seokjin won't let him.
His heat is coming down. This will probably be the last round. It's not as frantic as it was during the peak, but the need is still there — to be filled, to be knotted. "Hyung, please."
"I'll be good once you're good," Seokjin says. He fists Taehyung's cock, giving it a tight, slow pull. "Just come for me, Taehyung-ah."
That's it though, Taehyung is trying. But he's tired and everything is sensitive. He tries to push back again, to get Seokjin all the way inside him, but Seokjin grabs his hips to stop him. "Hyung," he says, a few tears escaping.
"Don't do that," Seokjin says, rolling them over. He brings Taehyung's legs around his waist and leans down until he's practically smothering Taehyung. His scent is overpowering and Taehyung takes a deep breath, drowning in it. He fucks Taehyung slow and deep, his cockhead dragging over Taehyung's swollen prostate. "Just like that, pup. Nice and easy, last one."
For so long, it feels like his orgasm is out of reach, until it suddenly isn't and Taehyung grabs at Seokjin's arms, his shoulders, his face until Seokjin gets his arms under Taehyung and holds him tight, keeping his cock angled right against Taehyung's prostate. Taehyung gets a lungful of air, holds it — one, two — and tumbles over the edge. He tenses up and trembles through it, whimpering when Seokjin fucks him hard and fast and nearly cries when Seokjin finally, finally sinks in all the way and Taehyung can feel his knot grow. His body immediately clenches around it to keep it inside.
Seokjin always comes quietly and this time is no different. He keeps his arms tight around Taehyung and presses his nose against Taehyung's scent gland, nuzzling it to give Taehyung just that extra sense of safety and comfort. It's not something Taehyung really needs, not the way he's heard other omegas do, but he certainly doesn't mind it.
Taehyung can feel Seokjin's knot pulse inside him or maybe it's his own blood pumping, it's all hard to tell now. He moans quietly when he finally gets that feeling of being sated, like the release of tension after a good stretch. Seokjin lifts his head just enough to kiss Taehyung, nothing too much, just something to keep Taehyung floating happily.
It's about ten minutes before Seokjin can pull out and he uses that time to clean Taehyung up. He grabs a plug and eases that into Taehyung to keep him full, then spoons up behind him. "How do you feel?"
Taehyung smiles and nods, turning his head to nuzzle Seokjin's chin. "Good. Worn out."
"Been a while since our schedule has been open enough for you to have a heat," Seokjin says, reaching down between them to massage Taehyung's lower back gently. The cool off means all the aches and pains the heat allows Taehyung to ignore suddenly make themselves known.
Usually the group's schedule is so packed that having a natural heat is impossible. The thought of taking a week off for a heat is laughable. They've been taking suppressants since trainee days that shorten a heat to just a day. But a couple months ago the company all but demanded them to take a month-long vacation once the new album was done, time off that was severely overdue after pushing themselves day after day for almost a decade. The start of the break lined up perfectly with Taehyung's heat and so he decided to forgo the usual suppressants and asked Seokjin to help since Hoseok, the other alpha in the group, would be going to LA over break to work on a side project.
"Feels good though," Taehyung says, hissing then moaning softly when Seokjin works a kink loose. "Like a cleanse."
Seokjin laughs, just a puff of air against Taehyung's shoulder.
"Hyung, can I ask you something?"
"Mm?"
"This is going to sound silly, but do you like, you know, being the one who fucks someone?"
Seokjin laughs a little, but it sounds fond, not at all like he thinks Taehyung's question is ridiculous. "Well, I definitely don't mind it, there's nothing to complain about." He peers over at Taehyung's face. "Do you like being the one getting fucked?"
"Yes," Taehyung says without even needing to think about it. He loves it. Loves being filled up, loves the stretch, loves having the weight of someone else on top of him, loves just how fucking good it feels when someone rails him properly. But. "But maybe I'd like being on top too and I just don't know since I've never tried it."
"Really? Never?"
Taehyung shrugs. "The first time I slept with someone I was 19 and believed in all the stereotypes so I let someone fuck me because I thought that was what was supposed to happen. But then I kept doing it that way because I liked it and, I don't know, we got busier and busier and now honestly the only time I have sex is during heats. So it just never came up."
"Well, we have three more weeks of vacation. That's plenty of time to sleep with someone."
"Like who? What if I find someone and they go to the tabloids? And I don't like it, having a one night stand."
"In that case." Seokjin tucks his chin over Taehyung's shoulder. "Yoongi told me he was going to skip his suppressants this month too. I think his heat is the week after next."
Taehyung doesn't mean to, but he laughs. "Are you suggesting I ask Yoongi-hyung if he'll let me help him through his heat? Yoongi-hyung who has never let anyone help him in the entire time I've known him? That Yoongi-hyung?"
"Hey, it's a suggestion. What's there to lose if you ask?" Seokjin squeezes Taehyung's waist. "Come on, let's go shower. I'll wash your back."
In the bathroom, Seokjin's words stick with Taehyung. It's true that it wouldn't hurt to ask Yoongi. It's not like Yoongi would get upset at him, but it would just be a little awkward. Out of all the members, Yoongi is the one Taehyung is the least closest to. Which, relatively speaking, is still much closer than the average person with a friend. It's hard to quantify or qualify the relationship all the members have to each other. They're friends, but also coworkers, and of course, family. For such a dynamic, that's what Taehyung means when he thinks about how he and Yoongi exist to one another and feels like there's a distance between them that he doesn't have with the others.
"You don't think he'll be offended or uncomfortable?" Taehyung says after Seokjin rinses out his hair.
Seokjin looks confused for a moment, then chuckles. "Yoongi? Definitely not." When Taehyung sucks in his bottom lip, Seokjin says, "He might not say yes right away, but he won't say no either."
Yoongi went home this week to visit his family but would be returning in a couple days. His heat explains why he isn't staying there the entire month. No one wants to go into a heat or rut with their parents under the same roof.
"Okay. I'll think about it."
Seokjin pats his shoulder. "I'll be rooting for you."
---
Yoongi has been back at the dorm for an entire 24 hours and in that time Taehyung has chickened out of talking to him a total of 14 times. Since no one except Seokjin knows what's going on, he gets weird looks from the others still around the longer it goes on.
"Hyung, are you okay?" Jeongguk says. His birthday is tomorrow and Taehyung doesn't know why he's still here instead of at home too, except that apparently Jimin told Jeongguk there was going to be a surprise for him tomorrow so he had to stay until then. "You look really anxious."
"I'm fine," says Taehyung just as Yoongi wanders out of his room and heads to the kitchen for something to eat. "Just, don't know what to do with all this free time, I guess."
"I know what you mean," Jeongguk says with a sigh. "I can't believe I miss working."
Yoongi is in the kitchen for a while. There's the sound of him cooking and soon after the salivating smell of fried rice. They ordered in for dinner just a couple hours ago which meant it was time for an evening snack. Yoongi pops his head around the corner after a while and asks if they want some and Jeongguk jumps up. Taehyung is still fretting too much to be hungry.
When Yoongi lumbers by again to disappear back into his room, midnight snack in hand, Taehyung jumps up at the last second and follows him. "Hyung, wait."
Yoongi turns around just outside his room and looks a little surprised. "Oh, Taehyung. What is it?"
Taehyung's heart beats double time but it's too late to back out. "Can we talk in your room?"
"Uh, sure. Yeah."
They enter Yoongi's room and Taehyung startles, forgetting that Seokjin would be in there too. Of course he would be. He shares it with Yoongi. "Taehyung, surprised to see you asking for Yoongi," says Seokjin, laughing quietly while Yoongi's back is turned. Taehyung shoots him an imploring look.
"Hyung," Yoongi says, waving his hand toward the door. "I made some food, go before Jeongguk inhales it all."
"I'm not hungry, but I can see when I'm not wanted." Seokjin gets up and squeezes Taehyung's shoulder casually as he leaves.
"You can close the door if you want," Yoongi says, sitting down at his desk. Taehyung does so and makes his way over, standing awkwardly until Yoongi gestures for him to sit on his bed. "What's going on? Seokjin-hyung's right, you don't usually come to me like this. Should I be worried?"
Taehyung shakes his head and forces a smile to ease Yoongi's concerns. "No, it's not that serious. I just wanted to ask you something."
Yoongi nods for him to continue.
"I, um, well, I had my heat last week, right? And Seokjin-hyung helped me, which doesn't have anything to do with my question it's just why he was there when I, uh, I mentioned that I've never — what I mean is, I was curious and I asked him if he liked, you know, topping," he says that part quietly as if it's a bad word, "and he was like, 'yeah it's great!', and I was like oh maybe that's, you know, something I would like too but I don't have an easy way to find out and he said, heeey you should ask Yoongi because he's going to have a heat too and of course — of course — I told him Yoongi-hyung would never, he's never wanted help and he certainly wouldn't want my help and it's really silly for me to ask but he said it wouldn't hurt, but you know what this sounds — now that I'm saying it, it sounds stupid, I'm sorry, hyung, nevermind this is — I'm gonna go you can just forget this conversation happened. Okay! Great!"
Taehyung goes to scoot off the bed, but Yoongi stops him with a hand on his knee. He doesn't know why he feels sort of humiliated. Maybe because he just rambled like a fool and wasted Yoongi's time.
"Taehyung." The way Yoongi says it makes Taehyung feel even worse. "Hey, you're okay. Just take a deep breath for me. There you go." He keeps his hand on Taehyung's knee, rubbing his thumb back and forth. "Now, I think I caught what your question was, but can you ask me again just so we're on the same page?"
Taehyung opens his mouth but no sound comes out.
Yoongi smiles. "All right, how about I say what I think you asked and you can just answer yes or no?"
Taehyung nods.
"Okay. What I heard was that you want to know what it's like to … be on top when having sex, is that right?"
Taehyung nods again.
"And you want to ask me since my heat is next week if you could experience it with me."
Taehyung nods once more but covers his face this time. "Hyung, I'm sorry, this is stupid. Please forget we had this conversation."
Yoongi gets up and sits next to Taehyung on his bed, easing Taehyung's hands down. "It's not stupid. I'm definitely surprised, but I don't think it's stupid." He hovers his hand over Taehyung's for a moment, then takes it and holds it between both of his. Taehyung finds his palms soft. "I am curious why you're asking me though."
"Seokjin-hyung said to ask you."
Yoongi laughs dryly. "Oh, did he?"
"Why?" Taehyung says, but Yoongi shakes his head.
"Nothing. Too long a story." Yoongi clears his throat quietly. "But there's the others."
"Right," Taehyung says, nodding. "Well, no one else is really here. Everyone's traveling. Jeongguk is, but I feel like if I try with him and don't like it, he's going to think he did something wrong. Plus, whatever is going on between him and Jimin, I don't want to accidentally get into the middle of that. And Seokjin-hyung, well." Taehyung frowns. "I don't know, I guess he has his reasons since if he wanted to he would have volunteered when I brought it up."
"Which leaves me," Yoongi says with a small smile.
"But if you don't want to, it's not a big deal," says Taehyung, comforted by Yoongi's patience with him, but still feeling silly. "Honestly the more we talk about it the more ridiculous it sounds. It's not like it's life or death. It's just curiosity."
"Taehyung, I told you it's okay." Yoongi squeezes his hand. "Let me think about it. I'm heading to my apartment on Friday to prepare, so I'll let you know my answer by then."
Taehyung nods. "Thanks, hyung," he says, meeting Yoongi's eyes briefly but then looking away out of awkwardness.
"Are you hungry?" Yoongi says, taking in a quick breath. He reaches for the bowl of fried rice he set aside earlier and hands it to Taehyung.
"You made this for yourself," Taehyung says, even though now that the conversation is done he is a little bit hungry.
"It's okay," Yoongi says, returning to his desk. He unlocks his laptop and slips his headphones around his neck. "You can stay if you want. I'm trying to get this track done before this weekend. Maybe you can give a listen and tell me what you think?"
Usually in the early stages Yoongi asks for advice from Namjoon or one of their producers. It isn't until a song has been shortlisted for an album do they listen to it as a group. It's an entirely new situation for Taehyung and even if he doesn't know why Yoongi is suddenly inviting him into this part of the process, he feels a little bit like he's being let into an exclusive club.
"I would love to," says Taehyung, scooting closer.
When Yoongi looks at him, Taehyung smiles and takes a big bite of food, feeling like that gap between them perhaps closed just a little tonight.
---
It's Thursday night and Taehyung still hasn't heard from Yoongi. He tries to remember if Yoongi said he would only let Taehyung know if his answer is yes, which means this late he should assume the answer is no?
The past few days have been completely normal in that the few times Taehyung and Yoongi have crossed paths in the dorms were fine. Typical. They talked about the shows Taehyung is watching and the books Yoongi's finally had time to read. It's just them and Seokjin left now. Jimin flew in the morning of Jeongguk's birthday directly from Paris then the both of them left yesterday, Jeongguk to Busan while Jimin jetted off again, this time to Hawaii.
Taehyung doesn't want to rush Yoongi and he really doesn't think Yoongi forgot, but he also can't say Yoongi didn't forget other than that would be so entirely unlike him.
"What are you doing staring off into space?"
Taehyung sucks in a breath and jumps a little, looking up to see Seokjin standing next to the couch. "Oh. Hey, hyung."
Seokjin sits down next to him. "Waiting for Yoongi's answer?"
"Has he said anything to you? Did he forget?"
Seokjin laughs. "He didn't. He's been pacing about it since you asked him. I already told him what I think, so he just needs to decide." He squeezes Taehyung's knee as he gets back up. "I'm going to heat up some leftovers. Yoongi's in our room."
That's clearly a suggestion for Taehyung to go find Yoongi, but he doesn't know if that's a good idea. But Seokjin wouldn't have said it if it was bad, right? He was already right about asking Yoongi in the first place. Taehyung bites his nails, mulling over it, but his impatience wins out and he gets up, heading toward Yoongi's room.
The door is slightly ajar and Taehyung can see Yoongi moving about. He takes a deep breath and knocks softly before poking his head in. Yoongi stops in the middle of his room, in his hands a few folded t-shirts. There's a suitcase half-filled open on the floor. "Taehyung," Yoongi says, a little surprised just like he'd been a few nights ago when Taehyung first approached him. "You can come in. I'm just packing for next week."
Taehyung slips inside and goes to sit at the foot of Yoongi's bed. He takes a quick scan of what Yoongi's already packed and it's mostly clothes, including lots of loose sweats. There's a few of Seokjin's shirts too, probably to have something that's an alpha scent. "What time are you leaving tomorrow?"
"Probably in the afternoon," Yoongi says, adjusting what he's packed, then grabs one of the pillows of his bed and lays it on top before securing everything down. He stands up and places his hands on his hips. "I guess you're here for the request you had."
Taehyung bites his lip and nods. "I can wait until the morning if you need more time."
Yoongi shakes his head. "No, I have an answer," he says, clearing his throat softly. He looks nervous and Taehyung smiles a little.
"Hyung, it's okay," Taehyung says, feeling a little bit rejected but he pushes it down. There's no reason to be so serious about this. "I'm glad you even considered it."
"What?" Yoongi frowns. "I haven't answered yet."
"Isn't it no?"
"No."
"Then are you saying yes?"
Yoongi takes a deep breath and smiles, though it's a bit stiff. "Yeah. I am. I'd like you to help me with my heat, Taehyung, if that's okay."
"Are you sure?" Taehyung tucks his hands under his knees. "Hyung, you don't like having people help you."
Yoongi frowns. "Who told you that?"
"Well, no one. But you've never asked anyone to help before."
"Consider yourself special then."
"But are you—"
"— I'm very sure." Yoongi leans over and messes up Taehyung's hair. "When have you seen me do anything I don't want to do?" When Taehyung opens his mouth, Yoongi presses his pointer finger over Taehyung's lips. "That doesn't have to do with work?"
Taehyung's shoulders slump. Yoongi will go along with most things: filming cheesy commercials, wearing clothes he doesn't think looks good, stepping in to fix things someone else breaks. But he's never done anything that crosses a personal line. "Okay," he says, smiling back. "Yeah. I still want to."
"Good." Yoongi looks around. "Like I said, I'm going over tomorrow afternoon, but my heat won't start until Sunday night or Monday. You don't have to be there until Sunday morning, I suppose."
"What?" Taehyung gets to his feet. "No, the time during preheat is important! I'll come with you tomorrow." His eyes grow big. "I have to pack!"
Yoongi laughs. "You have tonight and the morning. Shouldn't you be able to pack in half an hour by now?"
"This isn't like we're going on tour, hyung," Taehyung says, halfway out the door. "This is completely different!"
Yoongi says something else but Taehyung's mind is already preoccupied. He bursts into his room and pulls out one of the suitcases he uses for their international travel, the biggest one. There's so much he has to pack. He flings open all his wardrobes and takes a deep breath and gets to work.
---
"Seriously, what do you have in there? You know we're only here for a week right? Not a month." Yoongi punches in the code for his apartment — the same one he has for his studio, very insecure, Taehyung will have to give him that feedback later — and it beeps happily and unlocks for them. "How is it possible you need more things this week than I do?"
"I brought the bare minimum, hyung." Taehyung grunts as he heaves his suitcase over the threshold.
They step in and slip their shoes off. Yoongi shakes his head in amusement and leads them inside. This is the first time Taehyung's ever been here. Seokjin and Jeongguk are the other two who've bought their own place, but Taehyung hasn't seen theirs either. Everyone knows these apartments are meant to be used in the future.
It's sparsely decorated and even that seems an exaggeration. There's a big TV in the living room just sitting on the ground, cords exposed across the floor to the outlet. The couch still has plastic covering it. Yoongi's bedroom resembles a bachelor pad only slightly less by having an actual bed instead of a mattress on the floor. There's also a desk by the windows, covered in open boxes and stacks of books, but that's it. The only room that looks semi-complete is the office where Yoongi has set up a computer and basic recording equipment. Priorities, Taehyung assumes.
"Hyung, you were going to spend your heat here? Like this?" Taehyung says, when Yoongi finishes the quick tour.
"What do you mean?"
Taehyung rubs the bridge of his nose. "You're so lucky I'm here," he says, grip tightening on the handle of his suitcase. "You order dinner. I'm going to get your room ready. You're not allowed in until it's done.
"What?"
"I'll take pizza! Or noodles!" Taehyung says, disappearing down the hall. "Ooh, or halal. Get that since Jeongguk isn't around to drench it in hot sauce and make it inedible! Gotta store up on energy this weekend!"
In the bedroom, Taehyung shuts the door and locks it. He stands there for a few seconds, soaking in just how sad and drab the room looks. Considering how much interest Yoongi has in architecture and design, he's a little surprised to see the apartment this way, but he supposes there hasn't been time to spend on it. Taehyung is glad he overpacked for this week.
He opens up his suitcase. About ten percent of it are his clothes for the week and it's just basics — underwear, t-shirts, shorts. The rest are things he gathered from his room for a nest.
It's a gamble bringing all of this when Yoongi could reject it, but Taehyung trusts his instincts. If there's one advantage he has this week it's knowing first hand what comforts an omega during their heat. Since Yoongi has never asked anyone to accompany him before, Taehyung doesn't want his presence to be jarring once Yoongi's heat hits. So Taehyung pulls out two of his blankets and an armful of clothing he has zero intention of wearing next week. He spends fifteen minutes arranging his things on Yoongi's bed, using the comforter as a base.
Taehyung is scrutinizing his work when Yoongi knocks.
"Hey, the food's going to be here soon. What are you doing in there?"
Taehyung goes over and opens the door just enough to peek out. He blocks the gap with his body so Yoongi can't see. "Nothing. I'm done. Let's go wait in the living room." He pushes Yoongi back as he squeezes through and shuts the door behind him.
"I don't understand you sometimes," says Yoongi. The plastic covering has been taken off the couch and he curls up in the corner. Taehyung takes the other end.
"I'm an open book."
Yoongi snorts softly. "Only when you're happy."
Does that mean then that Taehyung doesn't seem happy right now? He supposes he isn't. He's nervous, actually. "Hyung, why did you ask me to be here?"
"We're having this talk before our first meal even arrives?"
Taehyung brings his feet up on the couch and hugs his knees. "Not if you don't want to."
Yoongi gets up. "Let me get us some drinks first." He goes to the kitchen and comes back with a bottle of soju and two shot glasses. Right when he twists the cap open, the intercom rings. "Nice timing," he says, leaving again to fetch their dinner.
A few minutes go by until they get settled. Containers of food are spread out on the floor and they sit on a couple of cushions Yoongi dug out from one of the closets in the foyer. The TV is on, but the sound is too low for Taehyung to make out any of the words. Yoongi pours out soju for both of them and they clink their glasses. He downs all of his in one shot while Taehyung just takes a tiny sip.
"It's not that I don't like someone helping," Yoongi says after they start eating. He pushes the food around with his fork. "It's just. Every omega experiences heat differently, you know that, and for me it's not just a physical thing. It's intimate too. I asked an alpha to help back in the day, before debut and before you and Jimin joined, and I was so uncomfortable the whole time because I didn't know that person well enough. Since then I spend them alone and it's fine. A nuisance, but bearable."
"How come you said yes to me then?"
Yoongi takes a bite and chews. "Well. You're not an alpha. And you're someone I know very well. And … yeah." He knocks back another glass of soju, smooth and easy.
Taehyung doesn't know if he's convinced. He trusts Yoongi, of course, but now he doesn't know how much he trusts himself to be whatever Yoongi will need.
"Hey, don't look so serious," says Yoongi, nudging Taehyung's knee with his foot. "I didn't mean to worry you. This week will be fine."
Taehyung does his best to smile. "I'll take good care of you, hyung."
It's so easy to picture the blush effects the staff use on Yoongi in their videos when he ducks his head and gives that soft, nervous laugh. The stereotypes around subgenders are bullshit, but Taehyung thinks about how pretty Yoongi looks sometimes. The prettiest person he's seen, he thinks sometimes. "I — yeah, I know you will."
They talk about easier topics after that and find a movie to watch after they clean up. Taehyung ended up just having two shots of soju while Yoongi easily finished the rest on his own. The gentle flush on his cheeks is the only indication he's imbibed. It's just after ten when they decide to wash up for bed, much, much earlier than either of them would normally turn in, but there's not much else to do.
Taehyung forgets the nest he made earlier until Yoongi is already opening the door and he makes a cut-off noise, but it's too late. Yoongi halts two steps in, still holding the door handle, and stares. "You hate it," says Taehyung when Yoongi doesn't say anything, doesn't even move. "I'm sorry, I thought maybe it would be comforting." He goes over and starts taking it apart. "I shouldn't have assumed," he says when Yoongi comes over and stops him by grabbing his wrist.
"I don't hate it," says Yoongi, taking the sweater in Taehyung's hands and placing it back in the pile. "I wasn't expecting anything like this. I really like it. I love it."
"Really?" Taehyung watches Yoongi sit and brush his hand over the clothing and cushions arranged at the head of the bed. "I was thinking it would help you get used to my scent, like during preheat, since you don't usually have anyone with you."
Yoongi smiles at him. "Thank you."
Taehyung blushes and goes over to his suitcase. "I have candles too! I brought a bunch of different kinds since I don't know what scents will be calming for you. Or maybe none of them! We can find out this weekend." His enthusiasm deflates into nerves when Yoongi keeps staring at him. "What?"
"Nothing. Just, this is what I meant when I said I know you'll take good care of me."
"Oh." Taehyung feels a rush of pride, but tries to keep his elation under control. He grabs a set of pajamas and his toiletries and shuffles toward the door. "I'll go — in the other bathroom." He mimes brushing his teeth and slips out the door to the sound of Yoongi's soft laughter trailing behind him.
In the bathroom, Taehyung can see he's grinning like a fool. He doesn't know why Yoongi's words make him so happy. Probably for the same reason Yoongi's long message to him two years ago also made him happy, enough to move him to tears. He knows well enough that Yoongi is someone who communicates more through action than words, so a moment or two of sincerity is enough to buoy Taehyung right up to the clouds.
When Taehyung returns, Yoongi is just getting into bed. He's changed into a pair of grey pajamas and has unpacked the pillow he brought from the dorm. "Hyung," says Taehyung, shuffling up to the side of the bed. Yoongi looks at him calmly. "Should I sleep here? I can take the couch too."
"Of course you're sleeping here," Yoongi says, with just a slight rise in his voice to imply that Taehyung was silly to even suggest otherwise. He pats the empty side. "Get in."
They lay side by side and Yoongi switches off the light beside him. There's enough city light that streams in that Taehyung can see Yoongi's features quite clearly still in the dark. Taehyung wasn't tired to begin with and doesn't feel any closer to sleep now. He clasps his hands over his stomach and stares at the ceiling, listening to his own breathing and Yoongi's beside him. "Hy—"
"—You don't like sleeping this way, right?" Yoongi says.
"What way?"
"You're always hugging a pillow or something."
"Oh. Yeah, a habit."
Under the covers, Taehyung feels the blanket shift first before the touch of Yoongi's hand. His fingers are a little cold and Taehyung envelops them with his hand to warm them up. He turns onto his side and their eyes meet for a moment before Yoongi takes his hand away and turns too, facing away from Taehyung. It's not a rejection, but an invitation. Something that Taehyung has done with Jimin and Jeongguk thousands of times over the years, but not once with Yoongi. So his movements are a little hesitant and stiff, but carefully he scoots closer and molds himself against Yoongi. His arm slips over Yoongi's waist, his knees fit into the pocket of space behind Yoongi's, his nose buries itself in Yoongi's hair.
It strangely ends up getting like something he's done a thousand times too.
Pressed this close together, Taehyung can just make out Yoongi's scent. He has to press his nose against Yoongi's skin in that spot just below his ear and even then it's subtle, but it's there. Yoongi's scent is gentle and calming. It soothes Taehyung the same way Yoongi does when disagreements and conflicts break out in the group — an inevitable thing sometimes. He is reminded of the big fight he had with Seokjin a couple years ago and how Yoongi had visited his room after when he was being consoled by Jimin and had offered comforting words meant only to be shared when the cameras were off. He had cried harder into Jimin's shoulder, but remembers how desperate his grip on Yoongi's hand had been.
At times, Taehyung feels like the differences between them seem bigger from his side than from Yoongi's and that feeds his guilt more than the dissonance itself. For so many years, Yoongi has looked after all of them in whatever ways they needed. Sometimes silently, sometimes vociferously. This is the first time Taehyung will have the chance to return that devotion, but even now Yoongi makes sure Taehyung has what he needs.
"Hyung, is this comfortable?"
Yoongi gives a small nod. "Yeah. It's nice."
Taehyung reminds himself that Yoongi doesn't do anything he doesn't want to and he doesn't feel any physical tension from Yoongi that his words weren't true. "Okay. Good night."
"'Night, Taehyung."
Sleep comes easier to Taehyung than he expected.
---
In the morning, Taehyung wakes up alone. He checks his phone and sees that it's half past nine. This is the longest he's slept in a while. He gets up and ventures out, making a pit stop in the bathroom. Yoongi is in the kitchen making breakfast, an open bottle of iced coffee on the counter. Taehyung mumbles a "good morning" and goes to the fridge for some water. "Smells good," he says, peeking over Yoongi's shoulder at the soup simmering on the stove.
Part of the supplies they brought over included a bunch of food Yoongi and Seokjin cooked the past few days, plus a big convenience store run. The rice cooker chimes cheerfully and Yoongi nods toward it. Taehyung fills up two bowls and they use the end of the counter as a table. Yoongi puts the pot of soup in the center and grabs a couple containers of side dishes from the fridge. It's not a professional looking meal for sure, but it's homemade and that's better than anything else. They don't cook at all anymore when all of them are at the dorm. It's too many people and it's so much more convenient to order in. But this, just the two of them, is nice. A simple meal.
They are silent while they eat, but it's not awkward. No one in the group is much of a morning person. Yoongi finishes first and leaves the rest for Taehyung, who is hungrier than usual since they went to bed instead of his usual schedule of staying up and having a midnight snack. "I'll do it, hyung," he says when Yoongi tries to clear the dishes after Taehyung takes the last bite. "I'm good at this part."
"I'll go shower then," Yoongi says.
It doesn't take long for Taehyung to clean up. Washing dishes for two is a lot easier than for seven. Yoongi is still showering when he finishes, so he collapses on the couch and tries to find something to watch on TV. There are a lot of notifications on his phone. He skims through all of them and answers a couple of people. Jimin, wherever he is, sends him a message with lots of exclamation points about him helping Yoongi with his heat. That's one he ignores for now.
"Taehyung?"
Taehyung looks up and sits up straight when he sees Yoongi with just his head peeking around the corner. His hair is damp and there's a slip of shoulder — bare. "Something wrong?"
Yoongi shakes his head. "Can I wear one of your sweaters?"
"Yeah," Taehyung says, smiling at how Yoongi's expression brightens a bit. "Of course, hyung."
Yoongi disappears and Taehyung shakes his head at his hyung's ability to be so cute. A few minutes later, Yoongi appears and even though he normally wears oversized clothes, the way Taehyung's sweater swallows him up makes him seem smaller than usual. He has one of the blankets Taehyung had brought as well and makes himself comfortable on the couch. "Thanks," he says, lifting his arms so the sleeves slip down to expose his hands. "This one's really soft."
"Cute," Taehyung says, then leans in cautiously as he breathes in slowly. Yoongi's behavior says enough, but his scent confirms it. It's sharper, richer. "Is this your pre-heat?"
Yoongi nods. "I usually take something from Seokjin or Hoseok to wear, but I guess with you being here, I wanted to wear something of yours instead."
"What else do you do during pre-heat?" says Taehyung. He tends to just get hungry and sleeps a lot more.
Yoongi sucks in his bottom lip. "I don't really know. When I'm by myself, I just like to stay warm and watch TV until my heat is too distracting."
"Okay, we can start with that then," Taehyung says, handing Yoongi the remote. He pulls Yoongi closer to him and adjusts the blanket so it's across both their laps. "Body heat's better for warmth, right?"
"Yeah," Yoongi says with a soft laugh and leans into Taehyung's side.
They watch TV for most of the day, cycling through variety shows and dramas and all twenty home shopping channels. They order a late lunch and watch some of their own performances from the past, able to laugh now about some of the things they wore or cheesy things scripted for them. Taehyung makes dinner, which consists only of reheating another stew, but Yoongi still watches and supervises just in case. When they go to bed, Taehyung gets under the covers first and there's no hesitation at all this time when Yoongi crawls in and cuddles right up.
Sunday starts the same way as yesterday, but after lunch, Yoongi grows squirmish and wants to be in bed instead, but he also wants to keep watching TV.
"Well," Taehyung says, now with Yoongi basically curled up in his lap. As the weekend has passed, Yoongi's hesitation for closeness has also disappeared. "We could move the nest out here or move the TV to your room."
"I vote to move the TV," Yoongi says, but doesn't get up. Taehyung stares at him, but Yoongi does a terrible job of pretending he doesn't see.
Taehyung sighs. "Hyung, you still have to get up even if I'm going to move it," he says, nudging Yoongi to stand. He definitely sees Yoongi's pout, but there's nothing he can do about it. "I'll meet you in your room."
In the end, Taehyung drags the TV down the hall and Yoongi does help clear off the desk and position it against the wall facing the bed. It is cozier being in bed and Yoongi seems content, but it only lasts a little while.
"What's the matter?" Taehyung says when Yoongi sits up abruptly. "Do you need something else?"
The hesitation is back and worse than before. Yoongi looks conflicted so Taehyung pushes himself up and touches Yoongi's hand gently. It acts like some sort of shock to Yoongi who inhales sharply and bites his lip. Taehyung is pretty sure Yoongi's heat hasn't actually started yet, so he's confused why Yoongi is acting so strange. "The clothes — they're bothering me," Yoongi says, holding his arms over his stomach. "I don't think about it when I'm by myself."
This Taehyung knows. It's a common symptom, when an omega's skin becomes too sensitive and clothing can be irritating. "You should take them off," he says, reaching for his own shirt and tugging it over his head. He reappears to find Yoongi staring at him. "What?"
"Nothing," says Yoongi as he starts to slips his arms out of another one of Taehyung's sweaters.
Taehyung gets out of bed and quickly strips off the rest of his clothes, going back and forth in his head for a moment before he decides to add them to the nest. He crawls back into bed naked and helps Yoongi out of his shorts. "Hyung," he says when he notices that Yoongi seems shy about his, "I know what this is like so don't be embarrassed or anything."
Yoongi nods and tucks his thumbs under his underwear. "Um, there's towels in the bathroom closet."
"I'll get some," Taehyung says, shuffling across the room. There are a lot of towels stacked high in the closet, which Taehyung completely understands. Heats are, among many things, messy. He grabs a bunch and returns to find Yoongi naked and hands him a towel, watching him spread it out on the mattress. Taehyung does the same on his side and sets the rest at the foot of the bed. "Do you need anything else?"
Yoongi shakes his head and lies down, then looks at Taehyung expectantly. No more shyness, then. Taehyung gets comfortable and immediately finds himself with an armful of Yoongi. Maybe it's the skin on skin or maybe things changed in the last few minutes, but Yoongi's scent is noticeably stronger. Addictive, even. Taehyung angles his head and presses his nose against the curve of Yoongi's neck and rubs against it gently, listening to the skip in Yoongi's breath.
"You smell good, hyung," Taehyung says, a little confused why he's never noticed until now. Probably because normally he's around so many people and Yoongi's heat is affecting his scent. Yoongi grows more relaxed and Taehyung gathers him closer, smiling when Yoongi lets out a noise that's halfway to a purr. It's nice to know that Yoongi is this comfortable with him and makes Taehyung even more determined to make his heat a comfortable, enjoyable one. "Hyung," he says as his hand drifts up and down Yoongi's back. "What are your heats like?"
"Hm? What do you mean?"
"Like, which days is it the most intense? What feels good? Mine are usually four days and the second day is usually the hardest to get through and I get really anxious if I don't have something, um, in me."
"Oh. Um. Mine are four days too. I guess the first two days are the hardest? But it's all about the same. I try to wait as long as I can after it starts before I do anything. I feel like when I let it build up, the first release is more satisfying."
"Okay, and I didn't see any, but I guess there's toys you use? Even if I'm amazing at fucking you—" They both laugh a little here. "—I still can't knot you."
Yoongi nods. "They're in my suitcase. I mostly use the dildo. I think — I'll probably want to use that first, for the knot, then you can take over."
"Sounds like a plan," Taehyung says. He's happy that he can talk to Yoongi like this about something only they share. There's not a lot that only ties him and Yoongi together and yes, he sort of wishes that one of them wasn't something they didn't even have control over, but that's okay.
"I like it, when you … with your nose," Yoongi says and Taehyung doesn't know what he's talking about immediately, then makes a soft noise when he figures it out.
"This?" Taehyung says, nuzzling the base of Yoongi's neck again. Right away, Yoongi melts against him, eyes fluttering shut. It's endearing. "I'll do it a lot this week."
Yoongi hums in satisfaction. "Are you nervous? About sticking your dick in someone for the first time?"
"Hyung!"
Yoongi's laughter isn't loud, but his shoulders shake. He hugs Taehyung's torso and his grin can be felt against Taehyung's sternum. It's a version of Yoongi not seen before, at least for Taehyung. There's this need to protect Yoongi that Taehyung knows is mostly the preheat and pheromones talking, but hormones can't create something that isn't already there. Taehyung smooths his palm over Yoongi's hair. "You'll be good at it," says Yoongi, not bothering to loosen his grip on Taehyung.
There's a cooking show marathon on TV, but Yoongi doesn't pay any attention to it. He presses closer to Taehyung and they lie in the sun all afternoon, scenting and comforting each other, and it is the most content Taehyung has felt in a long time.
---
When Taehyung opens his eyes Monday morning, he knows Yoongi's heat is here. The room is cloying with Yoongi's scent and beside him Yoongi is curled up and tense, a flush on his cheeks and chest. He knows the more sleep Yoongi gets the better, so he eases out of bed carefully and sneaks out to see what he can whip together for breakfast.
There's a container of sandwiches Seokjin made, but that will be better later for lunch. Taehyung watches a video tutorial on how to fry an egg, watches it a second time, then talks himself into doing it himself. He almost burns the first one, but the second egg is salvageable and he decides Yoongi can have that one.
Yoongi appears while Taehyung is heating up some slices of spam with one of Taehyung's blankets wrapped around his shoulders. It's not a terribly big blanket and the edge falls to Yoongi's upper thigh. "Hyung," says Taehyung, glancing between Yoongi who looks incredibly groggy still and the pan. "How are you feeling? Are you okay to eat breakfast?"
Yoongi nods, but he doesn't even bother sitting in one of the bar stools and just leans against the counter, folding over to press his cheek against the granite. Taehyung grabs a bottle of iced coffee from the fridge and empties it into a glass, placing it near Yoongi.
"It'll be done soon," Taehyung says, wanting to comfort Yoongi, but he needs to finish making breakfast first. He goes back and heats up two containers of rice and shuts off the stove. Yoongi's scent is so strong that it permeates the air more than the food. "Hyung," Taehyung says, setting the table and opening a water bottle as he approaches Yoongi. "Here, why don't you drink this first." He lets Yoongi lean against his chest and tips the bottle against Yoongi's mouth.
"I forgot how miserable heats are," Yoongi says, livening slightly when Taehyung strokes a thumb over his scent gland. He doesn't move away from Taehyung and takes a look at the breakfast spread. "Impressive, Kim Taehyung."
Taehyung laughs softly. "It's not, but thanks."
When they sit, Taehyung pulls his chair next to Yoongi, close enough that he can keep one arm around him as they eat. Yoongi starts to look better once he gets some food and caffeine in him, but Taehyung knows he's probably masking a lot of his discomfort.
"Hyung, go back to bed. I'll be there in a minute." Taehyung mulls it over for a second, then leans in and kisses Yoongi on the forehead. It seems to distract Yoongi from his heat, surprise tugging at his features and Taehyung smiles. "I figured if we're going to be doing much more than that." Yoongi smiles back at him and closes his eyes when Taehyung gives him another one. "Okay, go. I'll be quick."
Cleaning up is just clearing the dishes and putting them in the sink to wash later. Taehyung grabs an armful of water bottles and a bag of snacks, hurrying back to the bedroom. Yoongi is sitting in the middle of the bed looking a bit dazed again when Taehyung bursts in. He sets everything down on the desk and shuffles to the bathroom to gather a few more towels, nearly tripping as he tries to walk and discard the boxers he pulled on this morning at the same time.
Yoongi laughs softly at him. "You're cute when you're like this."
"Like what?" Taehyung kicks off his underwear, swipes two bottles of water, and dives back into bed.
"Worried and protective," Yoongi says, leaning back instinctively when Taehyung settles in behind him. He takes a deep breath and releases it slowly, moaning softly when Taehyung nuzzles his scent gland.
"How is it?" says Taehyung, noticing how Yoongi's got his hands balled up and his thighs are tense. He's hard too, of course, and has been since this morning, but he remembers that Yoongi said he prefers to wait. Not like Taehyung who starts jerking off practically while still asleep. "Bearable?"
Yoongi nods. "Maybe an hour, two if I get lucky."
"What do you need me to do?"
"This is already good," Yoongi says, taking Taehyung's hands and holding onto them tightly. Taehyung leans back against the pillows and comforter pushed up behind them, bringing Yoongi with him. The towels beneath them already have damp spots.
Taehyung doesn't keep track of the time. He just watches Yoongi and thinks about how pretty he looks. It's nothing new. They've all made comments over the years about how Yoongi has this aura about him, and maybe Taehyung is just making things up, but it feels like the heat is accentuating Yoongi's features. The softness of his skin, the pink of his knees and lips, the plump of his cheeks when he opens his eyes and smiles at Taehyung. He's just — pretty.
Not for the first time, Taehyung feels the privilege of Yoongi allowing him to be here. He knows Yoongi finds it difficult to allow himself to be vulnerable and a heat is, even in the best cases, something which forces an omega to reveal parts of themselves even when they might not want to. Taehyung hooks his chin over Yoongi's shoulder and cradles Yoongi to him, taking one hand back so he can touch Yoongi, stroking his arm, his thigh, and petting his stomach.
In movies and TV, heats are always shown as some animalistic thing where omegas go mindless begging to be fucked. Taehyung gets the stereotype sells, maybe, but in reality heats are like this. Still intense, but quiet, and not so incapacitating that an omega loses track of where or who they are. It's Yoongi biting his lip each time Taehyung touches him somewhere different, it's him spreading his legs to make his body more comfortable, it's the soft exhales that gradually turn into little whimpers. Taehyung doesn't know exactly what Yoongi is feeling, so he just focuses on making Yoongi feel safe and that this isn't something he has to deal with alone this time, even if it's basically a favor to Taehyung. Especially because he's doing this as a favor to Taehyung.
"Nnghfuck, okay," says Yoongi, sounding out of breath even though they've done nothing but lie in bed for an hour. Taehyung helps him sit up and looks around.
"Hyung, where are your toys?" Taehyung frowns. "We should've gotten them ready before this."
Yoongi smiles. "I did," he says, nodding off to the side. There, to Taehyung's shock that he didn't notice earlier, is a dildo suctioned to the wall. Yoongi slides off the bed and stumbles a few steps, kneeling almost like his legs give out the moment he's close enough. He gets onto all fours with his rear facing the dildo, reaching back to line it up.
"Hyung! Jeez." Taehyung grabs a cushion and a blanket, rushing over. He folds up the blanket hastily and manhandles Yoongi to get it under him and shoves the cushion under Yoongi's knees. "Is this why every time you had a shortened heat you showed up after with bruises on your knees?"
Yoongi just smiles at Taehyung and holds the dildo in place, mouth falling open silently as he sinks onto it slowly. Now that Taehyung is much closer, it's impossible not to be mesmerized. The toy's girth is not excessive, but isn't anything to balk at either, especially for Yoongi's smaller frame. It's molded to look realistic with veins curling up the shaft and there's a generous-sized knot at the base. But what Taehyung can't stop staring at is the way Yoongi's body opens up for it, how his hole stretches around the toy as he eases his hips back. Yoongi stops with the knot pressed against him and groans almost like he's in pain, but Taehyung knows better. It's not pain, but relief and Taehyung understands it well, the deep satisfaction of finally being filled.
"Feels better, hyung?" Taehyung says, petting Yoongi's back. Yoongi doesn't answer and Taehyung doesn't mind. He watches Yoongi lower his head to the floor and begin to move, rocking back onto the dildo. His movements are steady, the thrusts deep, and the room is quickly filled with just the sounds of Yoongi's heavy breathing and the wetness of his slick each time he fucks back onto the toy. Taehyung doesn't know if Yoongi even knows he's there, but he keeps touching him, stroking the back of his thigh, feeling how Yoongi tenses up more and more the longer he does this.
Soon Yoongi pushes himself up and goes harder, these small grunts leaving him as he fucks himself. Suddenly he lets out a sharp whimper and slows down again, but Taehyung can tell it's because he's close. When Yoongi comes to a stop, Taehyung sees it's because he's actually trying to work the knot in, his rim pink and shiny as it stretches even more and Taehyung allows himself a moment just to take in just how stunning Yoongi is.
Yoongi's almost gotten the widest part inside when he reaches back with one hand to spread himself more. It doesn't look like a comfortable position so Taehyung scoots over and makes Yoongi use him to lean against for a better angle. It means Yoongi's face is right next to his, but that's the last thing Taehyung minds right now. "Hyung, you almost got it," says Taehyung and puts his hand over Yoongi's while the other covers the other asscheek, holding him open. The tips of his fingers smear through Yoongi's slick.
Yoongi takes a couple deep breaths, holds it, then pushes back. Taehyung can feel his body give around the knot and Yoongi's breath suddenly comes shallow and sharp, his hands clutching at Taehyung's arms as he adjusts to the new pressure and fullness. The first knot, especially the first one when they've not had natural heats in years, is hard. The other week, Taehyung had to be pinned face down while Seokjin worked his into him. It feels good, it's necessary, but it also hurts for omegas like them who don't take knots often enough and their bodies forget.
"Fuck," Yoongi says, laughing a little though it trails off as he holds on tighter to Taehyung. "That part sucks."
"It'll get better now," Taehyung says, rubbing Yoongi's hips. Yoongi nods and braces his arms on Taehyung's shoulders and circles his hips, moaning quietly right into Taehyung's ear. "You sound good, hyung."
"You don't have to sweet talk me," Yoongi says with a smile. His brows pinch together and his back moves with each of his breaths. He brings his hand to Taehyung's face, thumb sweeping over the swell of his cheek and Taehyung swallows, feeling like the tightness of arousal in his gut doesn't have anything to do with Yoongi's pheromones saturating the room.
Taehyung thinks he's the one who leans in, but it's all very muddy. All he knows is the give of Yoongi's mouth against his, how it parts so easily for their tongues to brush. Taehyung very suddenly, very desperately wishes he was the one inside Yoongi right now. He sucks on Yoongi's tongue and swallows every lewd noise that tumbles from Yoongi's throat. Those noises rise in urgency and Taehyung breaks away to look down at Yoongi's cock, so stiff and flushed, glistening with precome, watches it bob in the air and knows that Yoongi is so close to coming.
"Hyung, do you want me to touch you?" Taehyung says and watches Yoongi toil over it for a moment before nodding. He runs his hand down Yoongi's chest and carefully takes Yoongi's cock in his palm. It's feverish to the touch and Yoongi's face twists in pleasure-pain. "Easy," he says, stroking the entire length slowly.
With how on edge Yoongi is, Taehyung isn't surprised when he feels Yoongi's cock stiffen more in his hand after just a few strokes. He doesn't let up though and a moment later Yoongi's body locks up and he comes with a soft grunt, burying his face in Taehyung's neck. Taehyung can feel his cock pulse as he spills his load and it travels through his whole body, tensing and releasing as he shoots onto the blanket under him. It goes on longer than what a normal orgasm for Yoongi probably does since heats have that effect and Taehyung works Yoongi through it until there's nothing left and Yoongi sags against him. Taehyung remembers to nuzzle Yoongi's scent gland and feels Yoongi shudder at the initial touch. The smell is a little sweeter and mellow and Taehyung finds comfort in it more than Yoongi perhaps, breathing in deep as he rubs his nose in.
It takes a few minutes more for Yoongi's body to loosen up enough that he can pull off the knot. Taehyung, albeit shyly, reaches back and rests his fingers around Yoongi's hole to feel him stretch wide again. He does not know if he imagines Yoongi going extra slow just for him, but his own slick is suddenly very present as the incredibly obscene wet sound of Yoongi pulling off the dildo echoes in his ears.
Yoongi crawls right into Taehyung's lap. He's sweaty and his bangs stick to his forehead, but he is absolutely the most beautiful thing Taehyung's ever seen. His little smile shows he's more comfortable now even though his cock is still mostly hard. "Your turn?" he says as they both look down at Taehyung's lap. "Hm. Grower."
Taehyung flushes and is eager to fuck Yoongi, but he hugs Yoongi's waist loosely and says, "I don't want to do it on the floor, I want you to be comfortable."
Yoongi laughs and kisses Taehyung, so naturally and so easy, then gets to his feet. "I should have known you'd be a romantic," he says, tugging Taehyung up and leading them back to bed.
During Taehyung's heats, it's always a lighthearted thing. There's lots of banter and laughter and sometimes wrestling just to get the adrenaline up before he's fucked again. But he doesn't feel like that with Yoongi. Not that he thinks Yoongi wouldn't, but as Yoongi lies down and guides Taehyung between his legs, Taehyung instead wants something quieter, something closer. "Hyung, if I'm not good at it," he says, but Yoongi covers his mouth.
"You'll be great," says Yoongi, making a show of sinking into the pillows behind him. "I'm as comfortable as it gets, come on."
Taehyung's pulse is racing and he wonders if Yoongi can feel it or hear it or maybe smell his nervousness. He moves closer until his knees bracket Yoongi's hips and the tip of his cock rests against Yoongi's hole. He can see it twitch and he presses just enough for some slick to escape, gathering and trailing down his cock. Fuck, he's going to come the second he enters Yoongi if he doesn't calm down. Yoongi doesn't rush him, doesn't say a single thing, but the gentle weight of his hands on Taehyung's thighs is still comforting. Taehyung takes a deep breath and pushes his hips forward, then forgets how to breathe at all when the tip sinks into Yoongi with barely any resistance. He squeezes his eyes shut and finds Yoongi's waist by touch alone, thinking about mundane things, disgusting things as Yoongi's body draws him in. He only opens his eyes again when he is sure he won't come and sees Yoongi smiling up at him like he's proud. A wonderful, twisting thing blooms in Taehyung's chest and he leans down to kiss Yoongi, a little desperate and messy, but Yoongi returns it eagerly.
When they part, Yoongi glances down. "You have to move though," he says with a mischievous grin and Taehyung feels another wave of affection. He wants to be close, but he wants to watch himself fuck Yoongi, like he needs to confirm visually it's happening for it to be real.
It might be a mistake once he eases back and looks down. The sight of Yoongi stretched around him pushes Taehyung to the edge all over again. "Sorry, hyung, I'm not going to last," he says, thrusting once and nearly buckles from how good it is. Yoongi is so wet and warm and tight and — he smells so good too, the pheromones and his slick. All of Taehyung's senses are being overloaded and he can't help himself, gripping Yoongi's waist tight as he starts fucking him. It's just so easy, like second nature, and it takes everything not to just pound away like some — well, like an alpha in rut.
Under him, Yoongi arches his head back and moans louder than he had while using the dildo. Taehyung doesn't have the capacity to figure out if it's real or he's just exaggerating for show, but either way Taehyung wants more of it. He grabs the back of Yoongi's thighs and folds Yoongi in half, groaning at how Yoongi tightens up. His hips speed up, addicted to the feeling of Yoongi drawing him in, squeezing around him. His thighs are damp with Yoongi's slick on the front and his own starting to trail down the back. Taehyung runs his hands up Yoongi's legs and grabs his ankles, his composure chipping away like brushfire. His orgasm rushes up on him and he collapses on top of Yoongi, his hips kicking and jerking as he tries to fuck deeper into Yoongi, finally coming with a grunt as he grinds his hips forward.
Yoongi holds Taehyung close and grabs a fistful of his hair, keeping their foreheads pressed together. "Keep going," he says, his other hand dropping behind to squeeze Taehyung's ass. "You're right on it, right there." His eyes roll back when Taehyung doesn't let up, grinding down like he's trying to push Yoongi through the mattress, and it doesn't take long for Taehyung to feel him clench up. He comes over his stomach, some streaks landing on his chest, and Taehyung finally stops when Yoongi kisses him hard, licking into his mouth, sucking on his lips until they ache, until they're just lying together catching their breath.
Taehyung is euphoric and yet there's something missing. He's still recovering, but he would say his first time fucking someone was a success. But he can feel all the slick gathering, can feel that familiar need to be filled, how his hole clenches and it's not satisfying because there's nothing to squeeze around, not the way Yoongi currently is around his cock.
"How was that?" Yoongi says, pushing Taehyung's hair back. He's glowing. "I'm definitely satisfied." Normally, Taehyung is great at acting. What he's not good at is lying, especially to the members, especially to his hyungs. He hesitates too long and Yoongi's expression goes from satiated to worried. "Taehyung?"
"I liked it," Taehyung rushes to say. He doesn't want Yoongi to think otherwise. "I really did, you made me come, I just. It's weird without something in me."
A look of understanding washes over Yoongi's features. He eases Taehyung away and climbs off the bed, grabbing a towel to wipe himself down haphazardly as he walks over to his bag. After rummaging around for a bit, he comes back and tells Taehyung to sit where he had been. "Don't worry, these are all clean," he says, opening up a pouch. A pile of plugs, dildos, and vibrators tumble out. "Which one do you want?"
There's one that immediately stands out to Taehyung. It's a deep pink plug, a good girth with a bulb at the end. He picks it up and is even more eager to have it inside him when he feels the heft of it.
"Good choice," Yoongi says, taking it from him. He immediately hikes one of Taehyung's legs over his shoulder, making Taehyung slap a hand over his mouth to cut off his yelp of surprise, and circles the plug over Taehyung's hole. With barely any effort, he pushes it in until the base presses snug against Taehyung's rim. He drops Taehyung's leg only to straddle him, rocking his ass back and forth over Taehyung's cock to get him hard again. "Feel better?"
"Yeah," Taehyung says as Yoongi's weight makes the plug shift inside him. He's hard in no time and Yoongi stills so he can reach back and push Taehyung's cock into him. "Hyung," he moans, squeezing Yoongi's thighs as he rides Taehyung lazily. He doesn't know whether to concentrate on Yoongi warm and tight around him or the pressure of the toy against his prostate, rubbing against it as Yoongi lifts and lowers himself.
Yoongi leans against Taehyung and scents him while Taehyung takes over, hooking his arms behind Yoongi's back to keep him in place as he thrusts up faster. His thighs and abdominals burn from the effort, but Yoongi feels too good to stop. This time, Taehyung comes harder than before, arching his hips off the bed completely as he empties into Yoongi, his hole clenching around the plug over and over prolonging his orgasm. When the peak passes, he sits up and closes his fist around Yoongi's cock, jacking him tight and fast. "Come on, hyung," he says, urging Yoongi to roll his hips. He drags the flat of his tongue over Yoongi's scent gland before sucking on it and the most desperate noise leaves Yoongi's throat as he grinds down feverishly until he comes, spilling into Taehyung's hand. Taehyung slows his hand but doesn't stop, stroking tight and milking every drop, watching Yoongi teeter on that edge of sensitivity when Taehyung gently circles the head with his thumb.
"I can do it," Yoongi says, covering Taehyung's hand with his own. "I need one more." He makes Taehyung stroke just the tip, sharp and fast, even when it makes Yoongi wince and squirm in Taehyung's lap like he wants to get away. Taehyung lifts Yoongi off his dick so he can shove two fingers into him, fucking him hard and fast, and he's so incredibly turned on when Yoongi starts shaking as he fights through the discomfort, through that burning sensitivity, until finally he comes again with a loud exhale and clings to Taehyung. This time, Taehyung takes his hand away immediately, but keeps his fingers inside both to give Yoongi something to squeeze around and so he can feel the orgasm work through him. "Fuck!" Yoongi groans, breathing hard through the aftershocks. Taehyung holds him as best he can with one arm free, petting his hair and his back, and closes his mouth over Yoongi's gland again, tonguing at it.
It takes Yoongi a little bit longer to recover from this one and he climbs off Taehyung, collapsing onto the bed. Taehyung lies down with him and they lean into each other naturally, kissing softly, slow and sensual, as the afterglow lingers. "You're not too bad at all this, for an omega," Yoongi says with a small grin. He keeps kissing Taehyung as if he can't get enough and Taehyung finds he has no interest in stopping him. They do stop, however, when Taehyung's stomach growls and Yoongi presses a smile against Taehyung's cheek. "Hungry?"
"I used up a lot of energy," Taehyung says, pouting to make Yoongi laugh. It works and it sends Taehyung over the moon. "Let's order something and have the sandwiches."
Yoongi nods. "I should be okay for a couple hours."
In addition to food, they take care of the less exciting part of a heat too. Taehyung takes all the used towels and puts them in the washer while Yoongi goes and cleans the dildo and the plug Taehyung used, ignoring Taehyung's embarrassed protests that he could do the latter himself.
Something new happens when they settle down to eat, sprawled out on a blanket on the living room floor. In between eating and chatting, they fill the pockets of silence with a kiss or two. There's no reason for it, they're not coming down from the high of an orgasm, yet when Yoongi leans in Taehyung does too. Taehyung knows physical affection can influence a lot, but he's not convinced this development of coasting on the appearance of Yoongi's smile or placing his hand on Yoongi's thigh just to have that physical connection has anything to do the extra pheromones Yoongi is emitting. He thinks this potential might have always been there, but was hindered by the caution they both gave each other.
It's not something Taehyung is too worried about and not anything he'll bring up while Yoongi is still in heat. He just basks in it for now, these honeymoon-type feelings even though it's not one. There's a few strawberry cream sandwiches made just for Taehyung and Yoongi takes one, leaning into Taehyung and feeding it to him. Such a simple thing, yet Taehyung rubs his nose against Yoongi after every bite to show his appreciation and fondness.
They fuck again even though Yoongi's heat isn't causing him any discomfort yet. Taehyung takes him from behind, goes slowly enough to watch how Yoongi's hole sucks him in, how Yoongi's slick seeps out each time he fills him up. It's nice and lazy and Yoongi is louder now than he was the entire morning. Taehyung comes when Yoongi does, just from the way Yoongi squeezes uncontrollably around him. Afterwards, Yoongi makes him watch his come trickle back out and Taehyung experiences, for the briefest second, the ravenous urge to stuff Yoongi back up.
The rest of the day goes about the same. When Yoongi's heat isn't so strong, they switch it up. Taehyung sucks Yoongi off while the afternoon sun drowns the bedroom in gold and Yoongi dotes on him for a while and eats him out until he nearly cries. They have a late dinner and go one more round. Taehyung fucks him and then fucks him again with the knotted dildo. Yoongi has just started to recover, spread out on his stomach with the toy sticking out of him, it twitching each time Yoongi clenches down around the knot, when Taehyung lies on top of him and pumps his hips against it a couple times, a crude way of pretending like it's his cock buried thick inside Yoongi. Yoongi begs him to keep going, the most desperate Taehyung's heard him all day, and so he pins Yoongi's wrists down and all but humps the base of the toy to fuck it deeper into Yoongi and it doesn't even take a minute for Yoongi to come again, nearly bucking Taehyung off from the intensity of it.
Taehyung stays where he is and holds Yoongi through it, already thinking about how this might be the first time, but it can't be the last time he's here for Yoongi's heats.
---
It's not the sun that wakes Taehyung up the next day, but the sounds next to him and the tiny shifts of the mattress while Yoongi attempts to be quiet while shoving three fingers in and out of his ass. He's facing away from Taehyung with his legs spread and the absolutely obscene squelch when Yoongi sinks his fingers in is enough to get Taehyung hard.
"Hyung," Taehyung says, voice rough from sleep, as he rolls closer. He pulls Yoongi's hand away and immediately replaces it with his cock. Yoongi makes a sound of relief close to a sob. "Wake me up if you need it this bad." He doesn't fuck Yoongi that fast, can't really get much leverage like this anyway, but Yoongi grows close just from being on edge for however long. Taehyung reaches around and strokes him to push him over the edge and doesn't even wait for him to finish coming to get him on his stomach and keep fucking him.
He doesn't know where this sudden stamina is coming from, but he can read all the subtle signs now in the sound Yoongi makes, the way his body reacts. He knows that Yoongi needs more and he doesn't want to rest until Yoongi is satisfied. So he fucks him until he comes again and keeps going even after that, even after Yoongi comes for the third time, even after Yoongi starts begging but doesn't say what he's begging for. Yoongi looks like a mess when Taehyung flips him over and enters him again. His face is flushed and his hair sticks to his face. His cock isn't even hard anymore but Taehyung drills into him anyway and when he feels Yoongi about to come yet again, he shoves two fingers into him alongside his cock and finally comes from the sight of Yoongi arching when his orgasm hits him and how his cock just twitches in its feeble attempt to release anything. Taehyung comes hard enough that he gets lightheaded and collapses onto Yoongi, wedging his other arm under Yoongi's shoulders, clinging as he scents Yoongi desperately, like he needs it more than Yoongi as he comes down.
"Hyung," Taehyung says, losing all his stoic determination. "Hyung, I— I need— fuck." Yoongi shushes him gently and pulls Taehyung's fingers and cock out and tells him to find the toys. Taehyung nods and looks around, remembering he set the bag on the floor last night before they went to bed. He reaches down for it and gives it to Yoongi, expecting him to take out the plug but he grabs a dildo with a knot instead. It's not as big as the one Yoongi's been using, but it's not small either.
"Come on, I'm gross," Yoongi says, grabbing Taehyung's hand. He leads them to the bathroom and turns the shower on. The stall is more than big enough for both of them and Yoongi rinses off while Taehyung stands there, the itch under his skin harder and harder to deal with. He pulls Taehyung toward him, but it's to crowd him against the wall. "Hyung will take care of you for a bit," he says before Taehyung feels the nudge of the toy against his hole.
The moan that escapes when it enters him is louder than Taehyung means it to be. Still, he spreads his legs a little and bites his fist when Yoongi starts fucking him. "You've been so good," says Yoongi, experimenting with angles until Taehyung whines and reaches back to grab Yoongi's hip. "There?" Taehyung nods and peeks over his shoulder, a request on the tip of his tongue that he doesn't know how well Yoongi would receive it. Yoongi meets his eyes and presses closer while fucking Taehyung slowly. "What is it? Tell me."
"Can you," Taehyung licks his lips. "I like being called pup." Yoongi doesn't give much of a reaction, but kisses Taehyung's shoulder softly.
"Feels good, pup?" says Yoongi and the pet name with the timbre of his voice sends shivers down Taehyung's spine. He fucks the toy harder and faster into Taehyung, reaching around to rub his palm along Taehyung's cock. "You've been making me feel good with this. Almost forgot how nice it is to get fucked with the real thing." He trails his hand up Taehyung's chest and tugs on a nipple, circling it with his thumb after. "Glad I asked you to help." Whatever Taehyung wants to say gets stuck in his throat. Yoongi is working the toy into him with scary precision and he's surprised his legs are still holding him up. "Getting close?" Yoongi says, stepping closer so his chest presses up against Taehyung's back. "Be a good pup and take this knot for me, hm?"
Taehyung nods, wanting it in him but also eager to please Yoongi. He angles his hips back and relaxes, taking deeper breaths when he feels Yoongi apply more pressure. The knot, like always, feels too big to take, but Yoongi keeps pressing past that resistance. "That's it," Yoongi says, holding the dildo in place when Taehyung is stretched around the widest part of the knot. The burn is faint, not enough to hurt, but it has the effect of making Taehyung desperate, being denied a knot at the very last moment.
"Hyung!"
"You open up so good," Yoongi says, tracing Taehyung's rim with a finger. He brings his hand around and jerks Taehyung off, stroking quickly. "Come on, pup. You can do it. For me, okay?" The words almost do more for Taehyung than anything else. He leans his head against the shower wall and watches Yoongi's hand on his cock, panting as pleasure twists in his gut. He groans when he starts to come, growing louder when Yoongi chooses that moment to force the knot all the way inside him. "There you go, fuck, that's it, pup," says Yoongi, holding Taehyung tight as he slows his hand and milks him, making Taehyung shudder as the last few drops of come are forced from him. Yoongi keeps Taehyung pressed against the wall and cups his softening cock, holding him in both ways as he recovers. When he pulls back after a while, he kisses the middle of Taehyung's back before he eases the dildo out.
Taehyung feels boneless, but a lot better. Yoongi rinses the toy clean and sets it aside, then pulls Taehyung under the shower head, lathering up some body wash between his palms before running them over Taehyung, washing him. "Hyung, I'm supposed to be taking care of you."
"You have been," Yoongi says, spinning Taehyung around to rinse off his front while he lathers up Taehyung's back. "I want to do this. Do you feel better?" Taehyung hums and nods. "Your pheromones spiked a little back there in bed. Guess it's being around my heat, but I figured you needed a knot."
"Can that happen?" Taehyung turns around, tilting his head curiously. "Omegas aren't supposed to be affected by another omega's heat." Yoongi just gives a little shrug and runs his hands over Taehyung's torso to make sure all the suds are gone.
They dry off, but don't bother to get dressed. It's nearing lunch time by that point so they order food and tidy up the bed from that morning. Once the food arrives — which Taehyung does almost answer the door naked — Yoongi is getting a little antsy again. Taehyung, at Yoongi's request, slips a plug into him just to tide him over while they eat, though by the end Taehyung has to carry him back to the bedroom, his heat descending on him suddenly.
For the rest of the afternoon and into the night, Taehyung takes care of Yoongi like he's been looking after Yoongi's heats for years, not just a couple days. For some of it, Yoongi is almost non-verbal and Taehyung alternates between fucking Yoongi himself and with the dildo. They eat late when Yoongi's body finally gives him a break, but they fall right back in bed as soon as they're done.
Now, Taehyung has three fingers in Yoongi. He's had his fingers in him for the better part of an hour and currently has no desire of doing anything else. Yoongi is pressed up against him with a leg over his hip and almost looks asleep if it weren't for the quiet noises he's making and how his brows pull together when his orgasm creeps close. It's been five of them now, though Taehyung's starting to lose track. He's too distracted by the softness of Yoongi's features up close like this, how absolutely fucked out he looks and it's all just from Taehyung's fingers. Taehyung kisses Yoongi as he works his fingers in and out, almost no resistance at all with just how soaked Yoongi is at this point. Yoongi's prostate is swollen and tender and Taehyung is gentler with his thrusts than he was a couple orgasms ago. In the middle of the kiss, Yoongi has trouble keeping up, a sign he's getting close again.
The next time Taehyung pushes his fingers in, he keeps them there and curls them a little. Yoongi's breathing gets a little louder and quickens as Taehyung applies a little more pressure as he massages Yoongi's prostate. He suddenly goes quiet, all the muscles of his body pulling tight, then releases a long, soft groan. The past few orgasms have all been like this, intense, yet subdued, and leave Yoongi so, so pliant. Taehyung kisses the side of Yoongi's neck and then up to his mouth. "Can you handle more?" he says, petting Yoongi's arm.
Yoongi nods and licks his lips. They're getting chapped from how much he's done that. Taehyung takes his fingers away and sits him up. He grabs a water bottle and twists the cap open, pressing it into Yoongi's hands. "Drink first," says Taehyung and while Yoongi does that, he grabs a towel and wipes off Yoongi's stomach and the inside of his thighs. When Yoongi's done, Taehyung finishes the rest of the bottle off and lowers them back down. Yoongi looks a little more alert now and smiles at Taehyung as he hitches Yoongi's leg high over his hip. Taehyung curls his arm around Yoongi's thigh and runs his fingers over Yoongi's hole a few times, then eases them back inside, but Yoongi says his name softly before he starts moving them.
It's just to grab Taehyung's attention for a kiss, but this kiss is different. It's slow and deep and feels like Yoongi is telling him something through it, but Taehyung doesn't want to make assumptions about what that may be. When they finally part, Yoongi's cheeks are more flushed than they have been all night and for a moment he looks a bit shy. Taehyung just holds him closer, resting their foreheads together, and focuses on making Yoongi feel good again.
---
Yoongi's heat finally starts to wane on the fourth day. He goes long enough without needing to be fucked that they even fit in a movie in the afternoon, though Taehyung does jerk him off in the middle. By the time it's dinner, Yoongi looks noticeably more like his usual self and Taehyung is surprised to find himself … sad?
While they eat, Yoongi once again curled up under Taehyung's arm, it occurs to Taehyung that he doesn't want Yoongi's heat to end. If it does, it means this week is over too and they'll be going back to business as usual. He doesn't hide his realization that well and Yoongi stops mid-story about the time Namjoon did laundry for two weeks without realizing he wasn't putting any detergent in to ask him if he's feeling well.
"Huh? No, sorry, I'm fine. Go on, hyung." But Yoongi peers at Taehyung suspiciously until he gives in. "It's nothing. I'm just. I don't know, I'm sort of bummed this week is almost over. I really liked being here with you."
Yoongi's gaze softens and he rests his head on Taehyung's shoulder. "Yeah, it's been nice." He takes a deep breath. "Remember how I said there was a long story about why Seokjin-hyung told you to ask me?" Taehyung nods. "Right, well that's a lie, it's not a long story at all. And I also didn't tell the entire truth when you asked me why I said yes to you."
"Oh. Okay?"
"The reason I said yes, the reason that Seokjin knows and is why he had you talk to me, is because—" Yoongi bites his bottom lip and Taehyung gets nervous seeing him so nervous. "Taehyung, I like you."
Taehyung doesn't know how to respond. He doesn't really get it. "I like you too?" he says and Yoongi smiles at him, but he looks sad at the same time.
"No, I mean," Yoongi says, looking down at his hands, wringing them in his lap. "I have feelings for you. I have for a while. Seokjin knows and that's why he put the idea in your head to ask me. It's why I said yes even though I usually prefer no one help me. I'm sorry."
Taehyung is shocked. He stares at Yoongi, then snaps himself out of it. "I — wow. Um, wait, why are you sorry?"
"For lying to you. And for using this as a way to be close to you without telling you." Yoongi looks genuinely upset by the end, like he's on the verge of tears, and Taehyung grows alarmed, not knowing what to do.
"Hyung!" Taehyung cups Yoongi's face and tilts it up. "Please don't cry, I'm going to panic if you do." Yoongi laughs quietly and Taehyung hugs him. "Yeah, you hid some stuff, but it's not — you didn't manipulate me or make me do anything I didn't ask for. They're your feelings, you have the right to keep them to yourself or share them." Now that he's had a little time to process the information though, it kind of blows him away that Yoongi has feelings for him. Has had feelings for him. It makes him second guess all the awkward moments between them or times when he thought he and Yoongi just wouldn't ever be on the same page. "But if you don't mind sharing though…"
Yoongi laughs again. "What do you want to know?"
Taehyung pulls away so he can look at Yoongi properly. He takes Yoongi's hands in his, smiling at how they really do hold hands every time they have a serious talk. "To be honest, I was surprised when you even agreed to think about letting me help this week because, I mean. Well, you know how everyone says we never agree on anything. We're not the closest. In fact, I think you're closer to everyone but me, so. You saying you like me is — it feels surreal." He runs his thumb back and forth over Yoongi's knuckles. "Just, how is it possible?"
"How?" Yoongi says, shrugging one shoulder. "You're very easy to like. Yeah, back when we were trainees I couldn't really deal with all the trouble you got into with Jimin and Taehyung, but then you grew up. You calmed down a little and it was a lot easier to see who you were and I liked it."
"Hyung."
Yoongi takes one hand away and pushes his hair back, his smile fading. "Don't worry, I'm not expecting you to do anything. I'll respect our boundaries once my heat is over."
"What?" Taehyung tilts his head. "Hyung, you can't — shouldn't you at least ask how I feel? Or, after this week, you felt something, didn't you?"
"I … didn't want to let myself hope."
Taehyung sighs loudly. "Hyung. Ask me."
Yoongi hesitates, then says very quietly, as if still afraid to know the answer, "How do you feel?"
"I'm not sure," says Taehyung, his hand catching Yoongi's cheek to keep their eyes locked when he sees the way Yoongi deflates just from those words. "I'm not sure, but I know I don't want this to be the last time I help you with your heat. And I'm not against kissing you when you're not in heat either."
"Oh." Yoongi looks genuinely surprised, then smiles with a noticeable glimmer of hope. "That's — yeah. I want that too."
Taehyung beams and leans forward to touch his forehead to Yoongi's. "It's been a long time since I've been with anyone outside a heat. You'll have to take care of me."
"You say that like I've been dating people this whole time or something," says Yoongi, shyly placing his hand on Taehyung's face. "We can figure it out."
"I'm sure we will." Taehyung grabs Yoongi's waist and pulls him over to have Yoongi straddle his lap. The tiny cry of surprise is cute. "We've already done way more debauched things this week anyway, so how hard could it be?" Yoongi groans and hides his face against Taehyung's shoulder. Taehyung thinks he's going to say something, but Yoongi quiets down and stays there. Maybe it's just for comfort, maybe something else Taehyung doesn't quite understand, but he doesn't make Yoongi explain and simply rubs Yoongi's back slowly and tilts his head to make more room when Yoongi starts to scent him.
"Let's go back to bed," Yoongi says.
"We haven't finished eating. Is your heat back?" Taehyung lowers his head to scent Yoongi too, but there's no strong spike of pheromones.
"No, I just want to go back."
"Okay," Taehyung says. Yoongi takes a few seconds to finally move off Taehyung's lap and they stand, but Taehyung grabs Yoongi and picks him up. It's fun to see Yoongi get so flustered now when he was being so brazen during the first couple days of his heat. As he carries Yoongi down the hall, he remembers something. "Hyung, do you think my pheromones spiked because there's genuine attraction between us?"
"I don't know."
"Well, I think so."
Taehyung sets Yoongi on the bed and kneels on the floor. Yoongi is surprised and starts to open his mouth, but Taehyung is faster and hooks his arms under Yoongi's knees and forces him to fall into his back while Taehyung spreads his legs and presses his face against the dip of Yoongi's groin. "What are you doing?" says Yoongi, braced on his elbows. In lieu of answering, Taehyung simply leaves a trail of damp kisses lower as he tugs Yoongi's hips to the edge of the mattress. He realizes that despite all their strenuous activity the last few days, he hasn't actually looked at Yoongi this close yet. Yoongi's cock is filling up and Taehyung rubs his nose against Yoongi's ballsack, pulling away to see the slick now escaping Yoongi's hole. He smears two fingers over it then leans in and licks it clean, his arousal spiking when he hears Yoongi's quiet whimper above. It doesn't taste much like anything, but he closes his mouth over Yoongi's hole and flicks his tongue against it, moaning when more slick rushes out and into his mouth.
It all feels different now to have Yoongi spread out before him like this. Half an hour ago he didn't know Yoongi has feelings for him — now he does and that changes things. He's no longer here to sate his curiosity or to help Yoongi with his heat. Now he's doing this because he's attracted to Yoongi and wants to make him feel good, heat or not. It means that Yoongi's moans when Taehyung wiggles his tongue in just makes him want to hear more and when Yoongi reaches down to grab his hair, the roughness of it just goes to his dick. Taehyung's never actually done this before, use his mouth on someone so intimately, so he wants to do a good job, wants to make Yoongi fall apart. He spends the next ten minutes eating Yoongi out, alternating between fucking Yoongi with his tongue and circling it around Yoongi's rim, until Yoongi is begging to be fucked. It is the first time this week that Taehyung has felt a deep need to do it, like he might be in physical pain if he doesn't get inside Yoongi, so he scrambles to stand up, ignoring the ache in his knees, and leans his body over Yoongi's as he pushes his cock into him. Yoongi grabs at the sheets and arches his chest when Taehyung bottoms out and Taehyung takes the opportunity to capture Yoongi's nipple in his mouth, sucking on it firmly and flicking his tongue over the nub.
There's a sharp desperation to the way Taehyung fucks Yoongi this time. He grabs Yoongi's waist and snaps his hips, resting his head against Yoongi's chest and breathing heavily as he goes harder. Yoongi buries his hands in Taehyung's hair again and warns he's close. Taehyung basically folds Yoongi in half and braces one knee on the bed as he drills into him and grunts when Yoongi starts to come and tightens around him like a vice. He lasts a couple more thrusts before coming too and releases Yoongi's legs. They come down and wrap around his waist as he leans down and kisses Yoongi, continuing to roll his hips before he softens, and swallows up each little whimper Yoongi gives. His elbows are braced on either side of Yoongi's head and Yoongi pets his arms, their kisses getting less desperate and messy as they settle into the afterglow and become soft and tender instead, their lips meeting over and over. Taehyung eventually pulls out, wincing somewhat at the stickiness between his thighs from his own slick. He finds a towel and cleans them both off and climbs into bed. Yoongi curls up beside him and Taehyung can't help it, he tilts Yoongi's face up to kiss him again and they make out lazily, smiling and giggling between kisses. Taehyung is on cloud nine and wonders briefly how much earlier he could have felt like this if he hadn't been so fixated on how he thought he wasn't close to Yoongi and did something about it instead. Maybe it wouldn't have ended like this, maybe this is how they were always supposed to come together. Sometimes Taehyung likes to believe in fate like that.
"You look sappy," says Yoongi, but looks sappy himself. Taehyung sighs and smiles, bringing their lips together once more.
"I mean, you confessed to me, so yeah," Taehyung says, glancing down as he takes Yoongi's hand and laces their fingers together. "It makes me happy. You like me, like me." Yoongi snorts and rolls his eyes the way he always does when he wants to diffuse attention away from himself, except this time it's just the two of them here. Taehyung won't let it happen. "You know we're going to have to thank Seokjin-hyung," Taehyung says. Leave it to him to set two people up like this. Yoongi hides his face against Taehyung's arm.
"He's going to be so smug about it and bring it up every chance he gets."
"I'm okay with that."
Yoongi peeks at Taehyung. "We could do some matchmaking ourselves. He's interested in Namjoon, but he's too scared to do anything about it."
"No! Really?" The gears are already starting to turn in Taehyung's head. "Hyung, I love this idea."
Yoongi laughs. "I figured you would."
Taehyung doesn't say anything about it, but he's secretly really happy that Yoongi is thinking about him like this. "I know it's early to ask this, but do you want to spend my next heat with me? I know we'll be working, but it'd be nice."
"Taehyung," Yoongi says, his voice warm and comforting. "Of course."
Taehyung smiles and Yoongi smiles back. "Okay."
"Okay." Yoongi kisses him firmly and brings Taehyung's hand between his legs. "Now fuck me again."
Taehyung very happily does so.