“I heard Yoongi-hyung and Seokjin-hyung talking about going on another fishing trip tonight,” Jungkook snickers to Jimin. Taehyung turns his head idly towards them, confused, but still keeps an eye on the Super Smash Bros. game he’s playing with Jungkook. Why would they go fishing at night? And why are his friends trading loaded looks over their hyungs’ typical plans?
“And to think,” Jimin says, tossing a chip into his mouth. “I used to think of them as an old boring married couple.”
“But they are, though?” Taehyung replies, trying to stay focused on the game so he and Jungkook don’t get defeated by the computer player. “I mean, they’re not married, but they practically are. And they’re as boring as you can get for a couple of international superstars.”
“Wait, Taehyung. Oh my god. Do you not know?” Jimin says, and his tone is gleeful.
“Our hyungs are nasty sometimes,” Jimin replies. Taehyung doesn’t want to look away from the screen, but he bets Jimin has a big, cheeky smile on his face.
“Nasty how?” Taehyung asks. Obviously Yoongi and Seokjin are both handsome, both sex symbols even, but they’re so quietly domestic together. Taehyung has a hard time picturing them doing anything naughtier than frying some dumplings without using an oil splatter screen. Objectively, sure, his hyungs probably have sex, but he always assumed it’d just be soft, polite missionary in the dark.
“Nasty, hyung. They go on these ‘fishing trips’ sometimes – apart from their real fishing trips, obviously – where they go out and pick somebody up and, like. Rail the shit out of them.” Jungkook somehow says all of this while executing a perfect attack combo, even though it’s the most distracting thing Taehyung’s ever heard.
Min ‘wild about lighting fixtures’ Yoongi? Kim ‘all RJ everything’ Seokjin? Railing a third? No way.
Taehyung snorts disbelievingly. “Sure.”
“No, Taehyungie, it’s true! I’ve seen them chat people up before. They’re like, crazy efficient at it. Seokjin-hyung makes them laugh, Yoongi-hyung makes them blush, bam, it’s all over,” Jimin replies.
“It’s true. They’re like the Bonnie and Clyde of kinky shit,” Jungkook says.
“I mean…” Taehyung pauses to collect his thoughts, which have currently scattered to the horny winds. “Okay, maybe they’re having a few threesomes. But that doesn’t mean they’re that kinky.”
Jimin laughs out loud. Jungkook joins in.
“No, they’re kinky,” Jimin says through his chuckles. “Jungkookie accidentally opened a package meant for Jin-hyung once. You don't even want to know what he found.”
“Wow,” Taehyung says. He realizes he’s left Toad, his avatar, just standing still for the past thirty seconds, and quickly tries to focus on the game. But he can’t, because now he’s trying to picture exactly what kind of toys Jungkook found. Do Seokjin and Yoongi prefer to use them on each other, or are their most extreme toys reserved for the third they’re, as Jimin put it, ‘railing the shit out of’?
Taehyung tries not to think about his internal calendar tracking how many days it’s been since he got the shit railed out of him.
“Okay, so say they are…" Taehyung pauses, which Jungkook helpfully fills in with “railing the shit out of people.”
“Yes. Say they’re doing that,” Taehyung continues, aimlessly fiddling with his controller. “How are they getting away with it?” Taehyung hasn’t been laid in ages because he hates casual sex, much prefers to be with someone he knows and loves. But he also hasn’t made much of an effort to meet anyone because of the scrutiny on them. He doesn’t want to make headlines for his sexuality, or even for the inane conversations he has on a first date. And the stakes would be even higher for Yoongi, whose identity as a trans man is open knowledge to Bangtan, Bang PD, and close friends and family but a secret to the rest of the world.
“Some airtight NDAs, plus I’m pretty sure they text Manager Sejin their potential hookups’ names so he can vet them. They know what they’re doing.”
I’m sure they do, Taehyung thinks, because now all he can think about is how well Yoongi and Seokjin work together – usually when they’re cooking or making jokes – and how nicely it would translate to pinning someone between them and fucking them senseless. Or maybe holding back and teasing someone until they’re begging. Or maybe shoving Taehyung onto his knees, hands in his hair, and telling him he’s a dirty little puppy.
In his daze, he’s completely forgotten about the game, and Toad gets punted off the game platform and dies a brutal death. Jungkook yells frustratedly and Jimin laughs again. “You okay, Taehyungie?” Jimin asks.
“They’re doing this tonight?” Taehyung asks weakly.
“Did we just lose because you have a boner?” Jungkook asks, and he catches the pillow Taehyung throws at him in retaliation.
Times like this are the rare occasions when Taehyung is happy he’s not the youngest in Bangtan. He needs to make sure his hyungs don’t still see him as a baby, even though they definitely baby him every chance they get. And it’s not like he doesn’t love being babied! He fucking loves it. He just also might, perhaps, just a little, want to get babied on his hyungs’ cocks, too.
He can’t believe Seokjin and Yoongi have been out living a sexy double life and they haven’t even brought Taehyung in on it. It’s a betrayal of the highest degree, but Taehyung is willing to forgive them if they rectify it, like, immediately.
Taehyung goes through his checklist of things he does when he’s trying to get what he wants. He puts on an outfit that makes him look adorable – big baby blue fuzzy sweater, soft ripped jeans – and shaves his stubble. He prepares himself emotionally to whine and pout. He listens at Yoongi’s door, just to make sure he’s not interrupting a nap, and then knocks instead of barging in because he’s trying to be polite.
Seokjin lets him in, and Taehyung marches past him with a little huff.
Night has started to fall, which explains why Yoongi looks more dressed-up than usual – he’s preparing for their ‘fishing trip.’ His fingers are covered in rings that accentuate how big and capable-looking his hands are. Seokjin’s a little more casually dressed, but when Taehyung steps forward and sniffs him, he smells like fancy cologne.
“Yah, what are you doing?” Seokjin says, pulling backwards.
Taehyung puts on his best, most irresistible pout. “Just wanted to see what my favorite hyungs are up to.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes. “What do you want?” He sounds gruff but affectionate, which is exactly what Taehyung wants to hear.
“I heard you guys were going on a fishing trip, but you don’t really look like you’re dressed for fishing,” Taehyung replies. He sits down on Yoongi’s bed and lets his sweater slip down off his shoulder. The sheets are all mussed. Taehyung wonders what his hyungs were doing to make the bedding so haphazard-looking.
Seokjin’s eyes narrow and he takes a step towards Yoongi. Taehyung holds up his hands, palms out, to show he means no harm.
“Just saying,” Taehyung shrugs. “If you wanted to go fishing, wouldn’t it be easier to fish at home?”
Yoongi laughs a little, but his eyes are serious. “You’re mixing metaphors, Tae-yah. Are you implying we’re actually going fishing, or not?”
“I want you to rail the shit out of me,” Taehyung replies plainly.
Seokjin yells. Yoongi’s impish grin drops. They turn to each other and just stare, like Taehyung's not even in the room.
“Can you believe this?” Yoongi snaps.
Seokjin shakes his head, stoically. “I really can’t.”
“Aish, the nerve of some kids,” Yoongi says, and his tone is ice-cold as he stands and walks toward Taehyung. Cold fear trickles down Taehyung’s spine. He hadn’t meant to offend them. He just figured it was always better to be direct. But now Yoongi’s looming over him, eyes cool, and Taehyung feels very small and very foolish.
He opens his mouth to apologize, but Yoongi’s hand snakes forward and covers his mouth, squeezing his cheeks together. Taehyung glances frantically towards Seokjin, who is now standing next to Yoongi and looking down at Taehyung with disdain.
“He wants us to rail him,” Yoongi says, so low in his chest that it comes out a growl. “Practically demanded it. But he doesn’t even say ‘please.’ Unbelievable.”
“We could teach him some manners,” Seokjin suggests, like it’s a chore he doesn’t want to do. “We could scrap our plans for the evening.”
“We had great plans,” Yoongi says somberly. Taehyung’s head is spinning. The two of them bounce so well off of each other, always have, and now that their energy is entirely focused on him he can’t keep up. “We were going to go out to a club, one of those super-luxe ones with no cell phones allowed, and we were gonna find some little slut who’d do anything for famous dick, and we were going to ruin him.”
“Really good plans, wouldn’t you say, Taehyungie?” Seokjin chimes in. He smiles but it looks predatory, like there are fangs lurking behind his gorgeous fat lips.
Taehyung nods, mouth still held closed by Yoongi.
“Now, why would we give up on those fucking amazing plans just because you want to get railed?” Seokjin continues. He puts his hands on his hips and cocks his head to the side, play-acting confusion. “Why would it be worth it for us?” His light, polite tone drips condescension.
Taehyung shivers. He’d marched in here with the idea that he’d pout and whine until he got his way but now he just wants Yoongi and Seokjin to do whatever they want to him.
Yoongi removes his hand from his mouth.
“I’ll be good for you,” Taehyung says plaintively. “You can do whatever you want to me.”
“Whoa,” Yoongi replies. He leans down so he and Taehyung are eye-level. Taehyung blushes. Did he say something wrong? “You’re just saying that when you don’t even know what we like, baby. Hyung and I like a lot of shit. We might wanna do some things to you that you’re not okay with."
Taehyung glances between them, heart racing at the implications. "So you do want me to stay?"
Seokjin's face softens a bit. "Of course we do. But we want to make sure we're on the same page about what you want to do with us."
“Oh,” Taehyung says, relieved that that’s all they're concerned about. “Right. Duh. Um, I like impact play? Especially, like. On my dick.” He pauses, worried he’s gone too far, but Seokjin and Yoongi just look intrigued. “And you can choke me. And say all kinds of mean shit. I like it.”
Seokjin and Yoongi exchange one of their married-couple-looks, where Taehyung has no idea what they’re thinking but knows they’re on the same page.
Seokjin clears his throat and turns back to Taehyung. “Hair-pulling?”
Taehyung nods hard and presses his thighs together.
“You should know that we’d both be fucking you,” Yoongi says. “I don’t bottom.” He flicks a glance at Seokjin. “He can put his fingers inside, but not you, got it?”
“Got it,” Taehyung replies.
“We don’t usually use safewords, if you’re wondering,” Seokjin says. “Saying ‘stop’ or ‘wait’ gets the point across.” He pets his hand down Yoongi’s back, an easy comfortable touch. Taehyung practically vibrates with the need to be touched by both of them.
“Now,” Yoongi says. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and show how grateful you are to your hyungs for letting you play with them?”
Taehyung blushes, already feeling himself overcome with the desire to be good and pliant. He looks to them for direction. Seokjin sits next to him on the bed, pretty lips parted, and focuses all of that handsomeness onto Taehyung. When Seokjin leans in to kiss him, Taehyung melts, whimpering pathetically into Seokjin’s talented mouth. Seokjin grabs a handful of Taehyung’s hair and tugs it, sending a sharp ripple of pain down Taehyung’s scalp. Taehyung moans and gasps, already more vocal and worked up than he’s been in months.
Seokjin uses his hair to tug his head backwards so he can bite Taehyung’s neck, sucking bruises into the tan skin. Taehyung looks around wildly for Yoongi and sees him leaning casually against his desk, fist in his pocket like a GQ motherfucker, just watching Taehyung get marked up by his boyfriend.
With a bite to Taehyung’s jawline, Seokjin whispers, “Be quiet, baby, or the rest of the boys will hear you being a slut for us.”
Taehyung bites his lip and squeezes his eyes closed, embarrassed.
“You should keep him quiet another way,” Yoongi says tersely. “On his knees.”
Before Seokjin can ask Taehyung if that’s alright, Taehyung’s already kneeling on the carpet between his legs, tongue lolling out. He noses in against Seokjin’s crotch, feeling the bulge under his lips, and cries out when Yoongi tugs him back by his hair.
“Pants off first. I want to play with you while you blow him.”
Taehyung scrambles out of his jeans and underwear, tossing them to the side, and then looks up at Yoongi pleadingly, hands at Seokjin’s fly.
“He’s like a puppy waiting for his bowl,” Seokjin laughs, and Taehyung has to bite his lip to keep himself from moaning at that. Yoongi and Seokjin share another all-knowing-but-inscrutable look.
“You can blow him,” Yoong says. “But every time you make a pathetic noise I’ll punish you, okay?” Yoongi kneels on the floor behind Taehyung and pets his head.
Taehyung nods and says “Thank you.” He dips forward and unzips Seokjin’s jeans to pull out his gorgeous dark cock, ridiculously thick and beading precome at the tip. He licks the precome off and whines at the bitter taste, how it stirs something hot in his belly. He doesn’t even get to suck Seokjin down before Yoongi tugs him back by the hair.
“So desperate,” Yoongi hisses, and lands a glancing smack on the head of Taehyung’s cock. Taehyung whimpers in shock and his abs jump from the pain. He feels his cock throb, swelling to full hardness. He turns to look at Yoongi, sure he looks absolutely betrayed.
“I told you not to make any pathetic noises, and you couldn’t even handle that,” Yoongi says. His warm hand comes back to rub gently over Taehyung’s shaft and balls. Taehyung tries half-heartedly to wriggle away, scared of (but also secretly hoping for) more punishment. Yoongi just holds him in place by the hair and tugs him back until his panting mouth is right in front of Seokjin’s cock.
“Come on, pet,” Seokjin says soothingly. He rolls his hips forward and feeds his thick cock into Taehyung’s mouth, stretching his jaw open with his girth. Taehyung holds back a happy little hum, ashamed of sounding too eager, and starts sucking. Seokjin smells flowery and fresh and his cock is soft and warm on Taehyung’s tongue.
Head bobbing, Taehyung allows himself to sink into pleasure. He loves letting his mouth get used like this, just here to help Seokjin make deep noises of satisfaction. He can’t take Seokjin into his throat or anything like that but he can still suckle at the tip and press sloppy little kisses all over Seokjin’s shaft. He reaches up a hand and pets through the dark hair above Seokjin’s cock that leads to his belly button.
Seokjin sits back to tug his jeans all the way off and spreads his long, lean legs. Taehyung dives in between his legs to suck the soft, tender skin of his balls. He leans forward, sitting up on his knees, and almost jumps in shock when he feels Yoongi’s hand push his thighs apart. Taehyung spreads his legs easily, feeling exposed, especially when Yoongi’s wet fingers press up against his hole.
Taehyung keens when the first finger pushes in – he hasn’t been penetrated in ages, never finds the energy to finger himself when he’s just trying to get off – and immediately the finger pulls out and there’s another echoing smack as Yoongi slaps his cock up against his stomach. The impact is slightly cushioned by his dick hitting against his sweater, but the blow of Yoongi’s hand is still raw and painful.
Taehyung gasps and drops his head, panting. He stares down at his cock, flushed dark and looking very much pleased with its rough treatment. The hot zip of pain had echoed in his balls and core, making his muscles tense up tight.
Yoongi squeezes his balls a little too tightly to be comfortable and Taehyung stops wriggling immediately.
“Be good,” Yoongi warns. “Take what we give you.”
“Yoongi-yah, you made him stop blowing me,” Seokjin says with a pout. His tone is light but there’s a nasty fire burning in his eyes. “I don’t think he can handle us. He talked a big game but he can’t even take one of your fingers without whining like a little baby.”
Taehyung gasps wetly and redoubles his efforts, trying to take Seokjin into his mouth while sticking his ass out for Yoongi. All he gets for his trouble is a hard, painful spank that makes his asscheeks jiggle and a mean laugh from Yoongi.
“Please,” Taehyung whines. “I can take it. Please, hyung.”
“Alright, slut,” Yoongi says dismissively, and smacks just as hard on Taehyung’s other cheek. Taehyung bites his moan back just in time, then sinks his teeth into his bottom lip because Yoongi starts raining blows onto his ass. They’re hot, sharp, and sudden, always surprising Taehyung with where they fall. One lands on his thigh and Taehyung jumps but stays quiet, stays good.
The loud sounds of impact are so humiliating. Anyone in the hallway would know immediately what’s going on: that Taehyung’s getting his ass striped red. Yoongi gets in a couple dozen hits before he touches Taehyung more softly, digging his knuckles into the meat of his ass. Taehyung actually has to cover his mouth with one hand to hold in his whimpers because it fucking hurts. He’s so raw, the skin so hot, that Yoongi’s hands feel cold when they touch him.
Seokjin tugs Taehyung’s hand away from his mouth and replaces it with his own thumb. Taehyung opens wide gratefully and sucks it into his mouth, so pleased to have gotten attention from his hyung.
Yoongi taps his ass gently, and Taehyung sucks extra hard on Seokjin’s thumb to keep quiet. “Get on the bed,” Yoongi says. Taehyung scrambles up and then kneels obediently with his hands on his thighs, looking to them for further instruction.
“He’s so cute,” Seokjin says patronizingly. “Can we keep him?”
Yoongi rolls his eyes but grins. “Get him ready for me?” He kisses Seokjin quick and hands him the lube.
“You can make noise now,” Seokjin says, but he sounds annoyed when he says it, which stirs up heat and shivers all over Taehyung’s body. He pushes Taehyung onto his back and pushes his thighs apart.
With one lubed finger, Seokjin circles his hole then pushes inside. He sniffs dismissively. “We’ve had tighter, Yoongi-yah,” he calls to his boyfriend, who’s sliding a fat red dildo into the O-ring of a pair of white harness briefs. Taehyung shudders in shame and tries to clench around Seokjin’s finger. Seokjin just laughs and pushes another finger inside, curling them at a truly cruel angle. Taehyung moans deep in his chest and wiggles his hips, trying to fuck himself on Seokjin’s fingers at a faster pace.
Instead of letting him, Seokjin reaches his left hand up and places it on Taehyung’s neck, squeezing the sides lightly. Taehyung freezes and lets out a stuttered, fearful whimper. His breathing is still normal, just a little shallower, but Seokjin holds all the cards. Taehyung’s cock is so hard he feels like it’s going to burst.
The prep goes easy, but every time Taehyung tries to take more, Seokjin squeezes down on his neck threateningly. He rubs against Taehyung’s prostate and pushes down hard enough to cut off Taehyung’s air and Taehyung almost comes on the spot, only able to pull himself back with the thought of one of them fucking him.
When he’s loose enough, Taehyung feels limp and pliant, ready to be a hole for them to use. He lets them manhandle him onto his hands and knees, body shivering from their touches.
He’s a little overcome with the need to be good (or at least take his punishments well), so when Seokjin’s pretty, hard cock comes into his vision he tries to lean forward to suck it again. Seokjin stops him with a hand in his hair.
“Look how pathetic he is,” he calls to Yoongi over Taehyung’s back. Yoongi laughs. Taehyung shudders all over when he feels the thick silicone of Yoongi’s cock pressing up against his hole, just teasing.
“Work for it, baby,” Yoongi says smugly. Taehyung dips his back to put his ass on display and works himself backwards until he’s fucking himself on Yoongi’s dick, gasping at how it stretches him apart and holds him open. Taehyung gets one steadying breath, just enough to center himself, before Seokjin’s cock is bumping at his lips. Taehyung parts his lips and lets Seokjin fill his mouth with his cock, mouth stretched wide. He groans low and guttural in his throat.
Taehyung had been able to forget how red and sensitive his ass was, but Yoongi scratches down Taehyung’s asscheek and Taehyung whimpers around Seokjin’s cock. He focuses on keeping the suction tight and wet for Seokjin, on bobbing his head, but all he wants to do is drop to the bed, ass in the air, and let Yoongi pound him.
Yoongi’s hips roll forward, tight powerful grinds, and the tip of the dildo rubs against Taehyung’s prostate. He whines but gets choked off by a thrust from Seokjin that makes his cock press at the entrance to Taehyung’s throat.
Taehyung wishes he could open his throat up, make himself into the perfect hole for the two of them. He centers his breathing and focuses on laving his tongue against Seokjin and trying not to gag.
He does gag, at one point, because Yoongi slaps his hips against his ass, making pain bloom bright and aching under his skin. It makes Taehyung gasp wet and open and Seokjin’s cock slides into his throat, just a bit, just enough to make tears prick at Taehyung’s eyelids. Seokjin pulls out and checks on Taehyung, and he’s easily mollified by Taehyung’s wink. Taehyung sticks his tongue out to ask for more, wanting to be filled again.
With Seokjin’s cock back in his mouth and Yoongi reaming his ass, Taehyung’s never felt so full. He’s just being shuttled between them from the force of their thrusts, a warm and wet toy for them both to use. He gets lost in the sensation of being taken, eyes closed and humming happily around Seokjin’s cock.
He only blinks his eyes open when he hears palms slapping together and realizes his hyungs must be Eiffel Towering him. His face flushes hot with embarrassment and shame.
“You wanna fill him up?” Yoongi asks gruffly, and Seokjin nods. He sits back on his knees, letting his cock slip out of Taehyung’s lips.
Taehyung whines, confused about why Seokjin didn’t just finish inside his mouth, but gets distracted when Yoongi starts fucking him harder, yanking his hips back until the slapping of their skin together becomes audible.
Seokjin crawls up to kneel next to them and takes Taehyung’s cock into his warm grip. Taehyung melts, hips splaying even wider. Yoongi thrusts hard, deep, and then grinds his cock over Taehyung’s prostate in these maddening circles.
Taehyung’s so close but when he tries to thrust into Seokjin’s hand, Seokjin pulls away entirely and then lands a slap onto his cock that echoes throughout the room.
Taehyung shudders and comes, the pain unlocking something inside him, and the soothing grip of Seokjin’s hand back around him helps bring him down. He lets Yoongi pull out and then turn him over so he’s on his back, limbs spread-eagled.
When Seokjin crawls towards him with a predatory look in his eye, Taehyung whimpers and draws his thighs up to his chest. He glances over at Yoongi, whose hair is now plastered to his forehead from sweat, and squeaks when he sees him slipping his fingers into the crotch of his briefs and stroking himself. The fabric between his legs is soaked through and sheer enough that Taehyung can see the outlines of his fingers as he rubs over his dick and slips them inside himself.
Yoongi sees Taehyung looking and grins, all cocky and confident. He pushes the briefs down his thighs and settles back on his haunches, spreading himself open for Taehyung to see. He's wet enough that Taehyung can see it glisten in the light.
Just when Taehyung's gotten fully distracted by Yoongi playing with himself, Seokjin smacks him on the thigh to commandeer his attention.
Seokjin pushes into him, and he’s so thick that it’s a tight fit, even after Taehyung was so thoroughly fucked open by Yoongi. Taehyung moans when he realizes that his own spit dripping off Seokjin’s dick was what helped the glide.
“Such – a fucking – slut,” Seokjin groans, biting Taehyung’s shoulder. While Yoongi’s thrusts had been aimed at his prostate, Seokjin just takes him for his own pleasure, thrusting all the way inside and using him to get himself off. Even though Taehyung’s already come, the thought that Taehyung is now an afterthought in this sexual experience makes his stomach clench and his cock try valiantly to get hard again.
“Yoongi-yah,” Seokjin pouts.
Yoongi comes over and kisses him, then kisses Taehyung, holding Taehyung’s jaw still. Yoongi pulls back, eyes narrowed and assessing. Taehyung follows a hunch and drops his mouth open, which must be what Yoongi was looking for, because Yoongi spits directly into Taehyung’s mouth and grins nastily when he moans.
“Wanna see you put him on a leash,” Seokjin moans, pressing lush kisses down Yoongi’s collarbones. “We could have so much fun with him.” His thrusts take on this deep, churning quality, keeping Taehyung feeling stretched and filled.
“Wonder if he’d wear panties for us,” Yoongi says bemusedly, and Taehyung’s whine answers that question. Seokjin sticks his pointer and middle fingers in Taehyung’s mouth to shut him up, then pulls them out and slips them inside of Yoongi, thumb playing with his dick. Yoongi bites his lip and grinds down on Seokjin’s fingers, breaths coming quick.
Taehyung’s dazed in the best way, getting fucked up the bed by Seokjin. His limbs are heavy and he can’t take his eyes off the two of them, how they feed off each other’s energies. Seokjin looks at Yoongi like he’s his everything. It’s dazzling.
When Seokjin finally pumps come into Taehyung, filling him up, he muffles his moan into Yoongi’s mouth. They share hot, tongue-heavy kisses, mouths connected by strings of saliva. Taehyung blinks sleepily and doesn’t even try to keep Seokjin’s come inside of him when he pulls out.
Yoongi follows Seokjin shortly after, muscles vibrating as Seokjin keeps stroking his cock. He tugs on Seokjin’s hair, fingers bunching in the strands. They keep moaning into each other’s mouths, seemingly insatiable for each other even now, even after they’ve both come.
Seokjin reaches down to finger Yoongi again, maybe going for another orgasm, but Yoongi makes a soft disgruntled noise and tugs his hand away. Instead, they kiss slowly, deeply. Taehyung can hear the wet sounds of their mouths working together.
Eventually they release each other and grab wet wipes, cleaning themselves off slow-limbed and lazy.
Yoongi puts on some chill downtempo music and looks admiringly at Taehyung. Then both men are on him: they wrap themselves tight around Taehyung, rubbing his back and petting his head. Taehyung feels dizzy with the love they have for each other, with the warmth at his back and at his front.
He nuzzles into Yoongi’s shoulder. He’d purr if he could.
Taehyung looks down and sees their hands linking together over his stomach, stroking him as they rub each other’s thumbs. It’s so cute.
He grins, all loose and fucked-out, and asks, “Have you guys ever thought about getting married?”