Go Get Him, Tiger 5/?
Title: Go Get Him, Tiger 5/?
Pairing: Taehyung/Yoongi/Jungkook, Seokjin/Jimin/Namjoon/Hobi (BTS)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I haven't yet decided if I'm still borrowing these guys or if they own my soul yet. I mean, who am I kidding, really? Especially Yoongi. He can own me whenever he wants even if I can't own him or his members.
Genre: catboy!Yoongi, catboy!Namjoon, catboy!Hobi
Warning: praise kink, muscle kink, a fair bit of dom/sub elements, and toys. lots of sappy fluff too.
Summary: Min Yoongi has a new owner. His new owner has a boyfriend. Between them and with them, Yoongi feels like he's losing himself. And Jungkook isn't too sure what to do with Yoongi even if Taehyung has already decided. Maybe together they can heal, grow, and fall in love.
Part 5:
A/N: Still having troubles with getting the D ... on my keyboard to work.
Still Thursday ...
Jungkook felt awkward again as soon as he stepped into his apartment. Yoongi was reading on the chair and hadn’t done more than look at him and whisper, “Welcome home. Seokjin brought food.”
Jungkook wanted to ask about his visit, but he didn’t. Nothing really good could have come from it. The silence was stifling and frustrating. He sat down on the couch with a low groan of air.
“Jungkook.”
Jungkook jumped and turned around to face Suga.
Yoongi. His name was Yoongi. He’d been so distracted by Yoongi all day that he’d dropped a cup and fucked up the credit card receipts.
Their eyes met.
Yoongi swallowed, nails clicking together in his nervousness. “Can ... c-can I sit with you?”
Jungkook stared for probably a moment too long because Yoongi lowered his head and shuffled his feet. The tips of his white ears drooped sadly.
“Yes!” Jungkook almost shouted and then winced when Yoongi jumped. “Yes, I mean. Yes. You can. You don’t need to ask.”
Yoongi shuffled forward and climbed on the couch over the arm. It was a really small couch, but Yoongi was also small and he sat against the arm with his legs crossed and his tail wrapped around himself, probably leaving enough space for Taehyung between them.
Jungkook frowned at him. Well, Yoongi made the first step. Now, it was his turn.
He cleared his throat, shifted so he was turned toward Yoongi, stretching his arm over the back of the couch. “You can come closer if you want.”
Yoongi met his eyes, and then looked down at the spot next to him. He shuffled closer until their thighs were pressed together.
Jungkook draped his arm around Yoongi’s shoulders.
Yoongi stayed tense for another five minutes before his legs uncrossed and his tail twisted and wrapped around Jungkook’s upper arm. He pressed in closer, his hands unclenched, and he settled shaking fingers on Jungkook’s thigh.
Jungkook smiled and easily adjusted to the touches. “Did you have a good day?” he whispered, mouth close to Yoongi’s ear.
It twitched, brushing Jungkook’s chin.
“Yeah. Reading Naruto.”
“Wow. Daring.”
“Do you own all 72 volumes?”
“Not yet. I’m working on it.”
“Hm, maybe I’ll wait then and read Death Note instead.”
“That’s one of my favorites. Do you want to watch the anime?”
“After I read it, maybe. The anime never has everything that’s in the manhwa.”
“True. How do you feel about superhero movies?”
Yoongi snorted. “I’m not a teenager.”
“Shut up. I love them. I’m going to make you watch all the Marvel movies with me.”
“How? Are you going to tie me up, master?”
Jungkook froze and cleared his throat.
Yoongi chuckled and snuggled closer, actually snuggled, with his head tucked under his chin and his arms around Jungkook’s waist. He pulled his feet up, one leg over Jungkook’s thighs. His tail shifted and tightened on Jungkook’s arm, the tip swishing against his neck.
“I like you, Jungkook. I like you so much. Thank you so much for buying me.” His low voice broke.
Jungkook smiled and nuzzled the top of his head. “I like you too, Yoongi. I have tomorrow off work. Should we go have you registered?”
Yoongi froze for a moment, sighed and nodded. “O-okay.”
Jungkook hummed and ran his hands up Yoongi’s neck and through his blond hair. Yoongi hummed back, the noise turning to a steady purr when Jungkook’s soft touches turned to firmer scratches along the sides of his head, right about where ears would be if he was human. Yoongi pushed closer, not that there was space to, but he was against Jungkook from head to ... well, toe, with his knees caging in against Jungkook’s hips and his shins against his thighs and his toes pressed under his knees. Chest to chest. Only his crotch wasn’t plastered to him, and that suddenly changed when Yoongi started squirming.
Jungkook had an ear between two fingers, tugging and rubbing at the soft skin. Warm breath panted against his neck. Purrs turned to sighs, exhales of breath, and then with a little whine buried into each gasp.
“Jungkook,” Yoongi whimpered, and Jungkook stopped touching him, only just realizing the hand not teasing his ears had been sliding down his back and his hips had been moving to the same slow grind as Yoongi’s. His dick was hard. And so was Yoongi’s.
“S-sorry.”
“No-no. I ... it feels ... god, it ...” He meowed, twisting his hips and rubbing his erection against Jungkook’s stomach.
“Fuck,” Jungkook gasped and put his hands on the couch. “I didn’t ... I wasn’t trying--”
“I know, but ... fuck.”
Jungkook leaned his head back and they were both gasping for breath. It took almost five minutes for Jungkook to get his breath to slow down and for Yoongi to relax against him. So they were cuddling again, instead of practically humping.
“Sorry,” Jungkook said again.
“Ears are sensitive.”
“I noticed.” He lifted a shaking hand to the back of Yoongi’s head, running fingers through his hair and not going for his ears.
“You don’t hurt them at least. Hyunjoong pinched them. Or dug his nails into them. I like how you touch them. And ... and I like how you hold me. Hyunjoong never held me.”
Jungkook frowned, but didn’t not how to respond to that. He tried to be honest. “I like holding you.”
Yoongi squirmed and huffed. He turned his head and then pressed his face to Jungkook’s chest again. After a few deep breaths, Jungkook realized that Yoongi wanted to say something.
“What?” Jungkook asked, scratching at the base of his neck. “You can say anything you want to me.”
Yoongi huffed and finally whispered, “This is ... I don’t know what all of this is but I like it, but I feel guilty for liking it and it feels like it’s too much too soon and I don’t ... I don’t know. I feel weird, like I’m not ... me, I don’t know. I think that Taehyung has expectations and that’s strange, since he’s all about hybrid rights.”
“Perhaps, but Taehyung will never do what you don’t want. If you don’t want him to touch you, he won’t. If you don’t want to kiss him, then he won’t. He’d never force you to just because you’re a hybrid and that’s the biggest difference. If you tell him that you’re uncomfortable, then he will respect that.”
Yoongi sighed. “I know that, but I ...”
“Are you uncomfortable?”
“No,” Yoongi said and lifted his head to meet Jungkook’s eyes. They stared at each other, and Jungkook felt first his eyes widen and then his mouth open. Yoongi was pretty, so pretty, but had a nice edge to his jaw and a wide set to his eyes that was handsome. He licked his pink lips before his cheeks flushed and he glanced away.
“I’m not uncomfortable,” Yoongi said, “but how much of that is the hybrid talking? We’re made to want closeness. We’re made to want affection. I ... I fought against the urge for most of my life, and I fought against it with Hyunjoong because he was an asshole, but you are not an asshole and neither is Taehyung, so I feel like I’m overcompensating and part of me doesn’t give a fuck because it feels good, but part of me ...” Yoongi tugged at the long sleeves covering his hands. “Part of me hates it. I feel like I’m not in control of myself anymore.”
“That’s why it’s important that you talk to us and tell us if you do or don’t want to do anything.”
Yoongi met his eyes again and slowly smirked. “Like making you pretty?”
Jungkook’s blush was immediate and dark, and he spluttered through meaningless noises that made Yoongi laugh.
“Is that still going to happen?”
Jungkook bit his lower lip and looked at anything except Yoongi’s smug face. “I mean, it doesn’t ... I can tell Taehyung that you’re not comfor--”
“No, no. I’d hate to deprive you of the pleasure.”
Jungkook growled low in his throat, meant as a warning but was more of an embarrassed noise, and one that Taehyung had a tendency to coo at. It really wasn’t threatening at all. “If ... if it’s okay? I ...”
“Well, Taehyung did tell you to be ready and you don’t want to disappoint him.”
Jungkook shook his head, trying to tame down the heat licking at his stomach.
Sharp points of claws scratched along his neck, from just under his ears, over the hickys Taehyung left, and down to his shoulders. Jungkook lifted his chin on instinct and met Yoongi’s sharp gaze.
“You like that?” Yoongi whispered. “You like being good?”
“Yes,” Jungkook gasped. “I’m ... I’m ...”
Yoongi hushed him. “You’re a good boy? Yes?”
Whatever lust had faded between them, sprung back into sharp focus when Yoongi scratched under his chin. Jungkook’s breath went high and slow, his brain clouded. As embarrassed as he was, Jungkook focused on Yoongi’s face, on his eyes and mouth, to keep from missing a direct or thinly veiled order.
“Yeah, you are a good boy, aren’t you?” Yoongi whispered and cupped Jungkook’s cheek instead.
Jungkook whined and looked at Yoongi’s lips, at the darker pink flush and the pink tongue that swept along the lower one. God, he wanted a kiss. He wanted a kiss so badly. But he wouldn’t take and he wouldn’t ask because that’s not what good boys do. Yoongi’s hand slid up into his hair, soft scratches on his scalp, and Jungkook tilted his head forward and moaned. Yoongi’s other hand went to his neck, four fingers scraping down to his collarbone.
“I think--”
Jungkook jerked out of the moment because talking meant words which meant he had to listen.
“--you should be pretty for Taehyung when he comes home.”
“O-okay. Okay.”
“You should show me how, so I can help you in the future if I want to.”
Jungkook whined again, lust sizzling down his skin.
“Do you want that? Do you want me to help you?”
His yes came out as little more than a gasp when Yoongi shifted his body, grinding his ass in a slow circle on his crotch and thighs.
“How long does it take you to get pretty for Taehyung?”
Jungkook cleared his throat and tried to clear his head in order to respond. “Half ... half hour.”
“Hm, so tonight, you should start getting ready an hour before he gets home. It might take you longer since you’ll be showing me how to do it.”
If he did his normal cleaning and prep routine, he’d be on his hands and knees for an entire half hour before Taehyung arrived. A half hour being plugged and hard and just ... waiting. Waiting while Yoongi watched him. Oh god.
“Good ... good idea.”
And Yoongi smiled and it was the most adorable, toothy grin easily showing off his sharp teeth and gums. “Until then, we should take a nap.”
Jungkook huffed. Of course the cat wanted to sleep. “I’m not tired.”
“That wasn’t a suggestion, pretty boy,” Yoongi said and tapped his cheek with his fingers. “Carry me to the bed.”
Jungkook swallowed and nodded. His hands were shaking, but he managed to get his hands under Yoongi’s thighs. He shifted to the edge of the couch and stood up. Yoongi clung to him, nails digging into this shoulderblades for a moment until he had his legs around Jungkook’s waist. He kept his face buried in Jungkook’s neck.
Jungkook staggered on the first step, head still swimming with pleasure. By the third step, he was steady, and then on the fifth he almost staggered because Yoongi’s tail wrapped around his upper thigh and the tip rested just against his ass. Barely there, but enough for Jungkook to whine low in his throat.
Yoongi chuckled and said, “Come on, Muscles. We’re almost there. I thought you said I was easy to carry.”
“You are,” Jungkook said and shifted his grip, cupping Yoongi’s ass in the process.
Yoongi hummed and squirmed in his hold.
Moving a little faster, he worked his way around the wall and then to the bed. He kneeled on the edge with one leg, made sure he had a firm grip on Yoongi, and then pushed up onto the bed. His knees sank into the mattress and he wobbled as he moved toward the middle of the bed. He lowered Yoongi to the mattress as gently as possible. And then stayed, trapped in the grip of the cat’s legs with his hands pressed on either side of his head.
Yoongi smiled and ran his hands up and down Jungkook’s tense arm. “God, you’re so strong.”
Jungkook blushed and attempted to move away, but Yoongi tightened his legs and dug warning claws into his arms.
“Not yet. First, I want to you to see just how much I appreciate your muscles.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened. “What ... I ... “
Yoongi chuckled and used his legs and his arms to pull Jungkook’s hips down. He lifted his body at the same time, rubbing his erection against Jungkook’s.
“I really, really appreciate your muscles.”
Jungkook moaned and rolled his hips down.
Laughing again, Yoongi pushed him away. “Stop that. Horny as I am, I still would rather sleep.”
“S-sleep?”
“Yes, sleep. No innuendo. Just sleep.”
Jungkook shut his eyes and took a deep breath. “Yeah, okay. Sleep.” This time when he pushed away from Yoongi, the cat let him go and he fell to the side. Yoongi did not let him go far, snuggling against his side and tugging on the blankets. Following Yoongi’s instructions, Jungkook moved until Yoongi was wrapped up in a circle of Jungkook’s blankets, his legs wrapped in the comforter and his upper body resting against it.
“Pet me,” Yoongi demanded and then twisted, presenting his back to Jungkook with his head on a pillow and his arms wrapped around it.
Jungkook swallowed roughly and obeyed, rubbing a firm touch up and down Yoongi’s back. He pet him until Yoongi’s purrs turned to the deep breaths of sleep and then he kept his hand there, over his lower back, hand curled at his hip.
Jungkook wasn’t tired. But he knew better than to move. So he lay as still as possible and watched the pretty cat breathe.
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Yoongi decided, as the minutes dragged on, that this may not have been the best idea. Taehyung had sent a text not ten minutes ago to say that he was on his way, and Yoongi felt like it’d been an hour despite Jungkook’s phone counting down the time. Maybe the phone was broken.
With anticipation thick in the air, the only sounds between them were Jungkook’s heavy breaths. Labored, but steady. He barely moved in his position, just a few skin twitches and the tightening of his fingers on his bare thighs to show the pleasure still thrumming through him.
And maybe Yoongi’s breaths were loud in the silence too. Still trying to calm down. Still trying to recover from his own orgasm. Sitting and just watching Jungkook without touching. It’d seemed like such a good idea almost an hour ago. But now, with the vision of Jungkook sweaty and controlled ... yeah, not such a good idea. Yoongi itched to touch him again, get that warm skin under his hands again.
Jungkook kneeled on the bed, sitting back on his feet. Yoongi sat in front of him now, but had circled him enough times over the last half hour or so to have the image of the flat base of the fat plug sticking out of his ass. His muscles were clenched, both front and back, and Yoongi sat in front of him to enjoy the view of his chest and stomach, all taut and sweaty. The hickys from Taehyung were well on their way to bruising, splotchy and red. And, fuck his dripping erection. His original assumption of Jungkook’s big dick game proved to be true. Very true. The best word to describe him was plump with a long bulky shaft and a fat head with a fat ridge all around the tip. God, it’d been tempting to offer to suck that thing down his throat. It was red and angry now, ringed up and leaking fluid from the slit that opened and closed with his deep breaths. Jungkook had at least one dry orgasm while getting himself pretty. Maybe two.
At the sound of the door opening, they both sat up straighter, sucking in a sharp breath.
“Darlings?”
Yoongi smiled and his chest tightened at the endearment. He leveled Jungkook with a glare, pointed at him and said loud enough for Taehyung to hear, “Stay,” and then he scampered off the bed and around the wall to barrel into Taehyung’s body for a hug.
Taehyung laughed and hugged him back. “Hi, Suga.”
Yoongi froze and remembered that he hadn’t told Taehyung his name yet, and that also meant that Jungkook hadn’t, had kept his confidence, and that made his heart swell even more.
Yoongi pulled away and smiled up at him. “Hi. Welcome home.”
“Such a pretty welcome,” Taehyung murmured and trailed a hand down his cheek.
A high whimper had them both looking toward the room area.
“Is he pretty?” Taehyung whispered.
Yoongi had to swallow past a lump in his throat. “Breathtaking.”
“Show me.”
Yoongi pulled away from him and took Taehyung’s offered hand. He led him around the wall. Jungkook’s back obviously arched, his chest sticking out, his knees spreading to present himself, his cock bobbing from the movements.
Taehyung patted Yoongi’s head and moved in front of Jungkook. He didn’t say anything as he walked around the bed, looking at Jungkook from all angles, with a gleam in his eyes that he couldn’t hide under the faux state of disinterested appraisal. He couldn’t hide his erection either.
Yoongi realized he was holding his breath, waiting for Taehyung’s approval. So was Jungkook.
“Why are there scratches on his ass? And is that come?” Taehyung asked.
Yoongi bit his lower lip and lifted a shoulder. “Um, oops?”
Taehyung laughed and reached for Jungkook’s head, as soon as his fingers slid through his hair, Jungkook relaxed and canted up into the touch. “He is definitely pretty.”
Yoongi smiled. “He did a good job.”
“Did he?”
Yoongi nodded.
“Kook-ie knows I like to watch him. Did he film it?”
Yoongi nodded. “Yeah, I did.”
“You did?”
Yoongi picked up Jungkook’s phone and held it out.
Taehyung smiled and took the phone. “Do you want to watch it with me?”
“Now?”
Taehyung laughed. “Yes, now.”
Jungkook whined in protest but immediately shut up at a sharp look from Taehyung. He turned the smile back to Yoongi. “Come and sit. We’ll watch it together.”
Taehyung lay down at the end of the bed, propped up on an elbow. He patted the spot in front of him and Yoongi scrambled up. They settled together, spooning with Yoongi’s head resting on Taehyung’s bicep and one of Taehyung’s legs draped over Yoongi’s. They were right in front of Jungkook, who sat as still as before, though his mouth was open now, breaths a bit heavier.
Taehyung held the phone sideways and used a pillow to prop it up. As soon as it was secure, he hit play and then his arm went around Yoongi’s waist, playing with the hem of his shirt.
Yoongi swallowed at the first image of naked Jungkook. He remembered that just before he hit record, he’d said, “You really want to give Taehyung a show, right?”
Jungkook had agreed almost too fast.
So Yoongi panned over his body, down his chest and back and ass, up to his neck, slowing to show off the hickys and his mouth. He’d zoomed in on his lips, whispered, “Lick your lips for Taehyung-ie, pretty boy.”
And Jungkook did.
“God, he’s gorgeous,” Taehyung whispered against Yoongi’s hair.
Yoongi hummed in agreement.
The camera pulled back, showing Jungkook naked and much more erect and harder than he had been.
“Touch yourself,” Yoongi said on camera. “No, no,” he’d said when Jungkook went for his cock. “Be a tease.”
Jungkook started at his shoulders, fingertips light on his skin. He tweaked his nipples a few times, pressing into the hickys, before dragging blunt nails over his stomach. The skin twitched, and Yoongi remembered that moment, remembered thinking that he’d have to get his longer claws against that sensitive skin soon. He teased the shaft of his erection with one hand and the head with the other, his fingers dipping in the slit.
And Yoongi told him to slow down.
Jungkook whined. But obeyed, going back to his skin, his stomach and his thighs. More harsh pinches and scratches, leaving red lines along his skin.
“Good boy,” Yoongi said.
Jungkook smiled.
“Wow,” Taehyung whispered. “At this point in the video, he’s usually already prepping himself.”
Yoongi hummed and shifted back against Taehyung’s body. He was already hard, and Yoongi hoped the length he was feeling wasn’t just his imagination. He couldn’t really remember how long Taehyung was when he saw him the day before, still high in his own pleasurable headspace.
“Yoongi, please,” Jungkook gasped in the video.
And Taehyung inhaled sharply behind him.
Well, now he knew Yoongi’s name. Oh well. Good way to learn it.
Yoongi in the camera huffed. “If you’re already begging, then Taehyung goes way too easy on you. Fine.”
Taehyung chuckled. “I am a sucker for his pout.”
“I can tell,” Yoongi muttered.
The camera panned to the edge of the bed where Jungkook had laid out lube and toys. Yoongi picked up the lube and cock ring. The camera moved closer to Jungkook and Yoongi only held out the cock ring. Jungkook whined, but took it and slid it down over his dick until the blue ring was nestled around the thick base.
Yoongi smirked, remembering this part very well. He’d poured lube on Jungkook’s dick and told him that he could use that as lube to prep himself. Just that. He’d poured enough to have it dripping to the bed, and Jungkook’s whine as his fingers curled around his shaft was just as beautiful the second time.
“Good fuck,” Taehyung said.
Yoongi hummed in agreement.
On camera, Jungkook’s hand was moving behind him and Yoongi told him to wait a second. He repositioned to point the camera right at his ass and then told him to lean over.
Yoongi had been nervous, but he’d grabbed Jungkook’s asscheek anyway, flushing at the heavy moan from Jungkook. But he’d spread him open, shown on camera the way his entrance pulsed in anticipation and then said--
“Looks so tight, Jungkook-ie. Can’t wait to see it gaping.”
Jungkook moaned again. At Yoongi’s command, he started with one finger, sliding it into the knuckle. Yoongi patted his ass and said, “Now, now. Not yet. Tease.”
Jungkook whined, pulled the finger free and used the pad to tease his body, slow shaking circles around his entrance and a wet drag up and down his cleft.
Taehyung’s breath against Yoongi’s ear was harsher and his hips were twisting, almost but not quite thrusting against Yoongi’s ass.
A quick glance at Jungkook showed him with his eyes wide and his mouth open. His dick was dripping and his fingers were white where they gripped his thighs. He couldn’t see the video, but he could hear it. And definitely remember.
Eventually, Yoongi told Jungkook to add the finger. When Jungkook went to add another one almost right away, Yoongi spanked him, the smack making Jungkook jump, and said, “You’re not ready for a second one yet.”
And Jungkook whined, the noise had almost been enough to let Jungkook have his way. Almost.
“Now, now, be a good boy.”
Those were the magic words and Jungkook obeyed, teasing himself with one finger for much longer than necessary, and then with two, twisting and spreading them when Yoongi told him to. The video only left Jungkook’s ass when he needed more lube, and Yoongi went back to the front of him to pour more right on his dick. It was during one such application that Jungkook had his dry orgasm, his hand tightening on his dick, his body shaking and his head dropping almost to the bed. His dick was spurting clear fluid far enough that some landed on Yoongi’s knee. He scraped it up with a finger, and then the obvious sounds of him licking it clean echoed through the room.
Taehyung moaned in his ear. “He tastes good, doesn’t he?”
Yoongi nodded. “So good.”
“You are so good. God, look at the way you control him.”
“He’s easy to control. Very well behaved.”
Taehyung agreed with another hum, and Jungkook whimpered for attention. They ignored him.
The camera went back to his ass, three fingers diving into himself.
Taehyung groaned and tightened his hold around Yoongi’s waist. “Can I touch you?” he whispered.
Yoongi took a sharp breath and held it. His cock was throbbing from watching this again and it wasn’t too much longer until he came ... on camera.
“Just through your clothes,” Taehyung whispered. “If that’s okay?”
Yoongi let out his breath and nodded. “Th-that’s okay.”
Taehyung relaxed behind him and his hand went to Yoongi’s erection, rubbing it softly through the boxers. On camera, he was doing the same thing to himself, though he’d made sure not to put that on film.
Three fingers, and then four, Jungkook twisted his wrist to get his pinky inside his body, each twist forcing a high noise from his throat. It was gorgeous how red his entrance was, how it pulsed around and swallowed Jungkook’s fingers greedily and clung to them when he pulled them out, how his thighs and ass tightened with his fingers at the deepest point inside himself, how Jungkook’s whimpers and moans were a beautiful background cadence to the slurp of wet and horny.
Taehyung rolled his hips, now more obviously thrusting against Yoongi’s ass.
And then came the toy.
Yoongi’s head was too full of pleasure to listen to him tell Jungkook to fuck himself on the dildo, but not too dulled to miss seeing it slide inside him after teasing at his entrance.
After only a few pumps of the toy, the camera wobbled and fell, catching the ceiling and the chaotic twisting of Yoongi’s tail for a few seconds. And Yoongi’s gasps and moans.
Taehyung chuckled, gripping Yoongi’s dick harder and licking at the edge of his ear. “You held out way longer than I would have.”
Yoongi whined and thrust back against Taehyung’s cock.
It took a few long seconds on the video before Yoongi picked the camera up and pointed it back at Jungkook’s ass where the toy was still siding in and out of him. And there were five bleeding scratches on one ass cheek and a splatter of come down the back of his thigh.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Yoongi said on camera. “Continue.”
Taehyung’s laugh was breathless in his ear, drowning out the short, surprised chuckle from Jungkook on camera as he continued. He fucked himself with the dildo for a long time, longer than Yoongi remembered, but he also followed Yoongi’s instructions to twist it and moved his hand in a circle to really get his ass stretched out. His hand faltered a little and his body shook through either another dry orgasm or just a strong pulse of pleasure.
Yoongi moved around him while he played, showing off the way he was kneeling with his ass curled out, holding his body up with one hand on the bed. All of his muscles were taut, especially those in his arms, and Yoongi did not stop himself from dragging his fingers down his bicep to his elbow before going back up to his neck and then his face. He dragged his claws under Jungkook’s chin before cupping his cheek. On camera, his voice was awed and deep. “You’re such a good boy. So pretty.”
He almost sounded like he was in love, and he blushed, shutting his eyes tightly and trying to concentrate on Taehyung’s touches.
On camera, Jungkook had whined, his mouth opening to let Yoongi trace his lower lip. Yoongi went around the other side, the camera following his finger down Jungkook’s back.
“God, why didn’t you kiss him?” Taehyung asked.
Yoongi had no idea now. Why hadn’t he just kissed Jungkook then? Part of him wasn’t sure. The part on a fucking high with Taehyung still playing with his dick. The rest of him knew that he didn’t want their first kiss to be during something like this.
Finally, Yoongi told Jungkook to let the toy go, and he did. It slid out of him with a dirty, wet noise. His entrance was left open for a moment before tightening back up and then gaping again, pulsing along with his heavy breaths.
“You did such a good job,” Yoongi whispered and his finger curled around his rim before dipping into him just once. And then he’d froze, suddenly remembering that he hadn’t meant to touch, not there and his hand jerked out of the frame, but not before Jungkook moaned in appreciation.
The next thing in the frame was the bottle of lube that Yoongi pushed into him and then squeezed, making everything really wet and slick.
“There you go. Now get that plug inside you so we can wait for Taehyung.”
Jungkook was shaking, his fingers fumbling with the toy. It pressed against his opening and then slipped up, and then again, but slipped down. Finally, Yoongi made a frustrated noise and reached out, held it steady against him, and Jungkook was able to push it into his body, his rim clamping down on the base.
Yoongi patted his ass. “That didn’t quite fit properly, did it?”
Taehyung outright laughed in his ear as Yoongi pulled the toy free despite Jungkook’s protest, both with a loud noise and physically, his ass clenching tight and clinging to the wide bulb.
“Oh my god, Yoongi. You devious little kitten,” Taehyung said and pressed a long, open kiss on his cheek.
Yoongi flushed and turned his head to bury it against the bed.
Four times, Yoongi did that to him, sliding the toy home only to pull it back out, spin the widest part at his entrance and then push it back in, all with the excuse that the plug didn’t quite fit that time and it needed to be turned to fit a different way.
“I just got a text from Taehyung that he’s on his way here, so I guess that will be good enough.” Yoongi patted the end of the toy and then he moved in front of Jungkook. He pushed at his shoulders. “On your knees. You are not allowed to touch.”
Jungkook pushed up, hands going to his thighs and he nodded. “Thank you, Yoongi-hyung.”
“You did so well,” Yoongi said, making sure to zoom in on his cheeks when they reddened from the praise. He rubbed Jungkook’s chin with his fingers again. “Such a pretty boy. You’re so pretty for Taehyung.”
Jungkook cleared his throat, eyes looking right into the camera. “A-and you? Yoongi-hyung? Pretty for you?”
Yoongi chuckled. “Of course. Now hush. Not another word until Taehyung says so.”
Yoongi panned up and down his body one more time before the video ended. He’d been reluctant to end the video, and he should have just kept filming because staring at Jungkook through the screen was much easier than in person.
“Wow,” Taehyung said. “I am going to watch that again later.”
Yoongi chuckled. “He’s sexy.”
“So are you,” Taehyung said. His grip around Yoongi’s cock tightened. “You ready to come again?”
Yoongi bit his lip. He didn’t want to say no to that and lie.
Taehyung seemed to understand and he slipped his hand under the band of boxers. “Is this okay?”
“Y-yes, yes, please.”
Taehyung’s longer fingers curling around Yoongi’s erection. Compared to the two of them, he was rather small, but he didn’t mind so much when it felt like Taehyung’s fingers never left his shaft. His strokes were long and tight, pulling his orgasm almost lazily. But it was there, after that video and knowing that Jungkook was watching them.
And Taehyung’s dick. His thrusts against his ass. God, Yoongi wanted his cock, wanted to be fucked and taken.
His breathing stuttered and he groaned, the noise echoing around them and ending as a loud yowl, and he came, splattering his release all over his body and all over the bed. Taehyung worked him through it, twisting his wrist and whispering words of praise into his ear.
Yoongi felt tears on his cheek as he came down from it, his breathing steady and slow.
Taehyung loomed over him, smiling. “Good?”
Yoongi nodded and once again really, really wanted a kiss. But not yet. Not ... not yet.
“Can I go play with our pretty toy now?”
Our.
Yoongi smiled and said, “Yes. He’s all ready for you.”
Taehyung kissed Yoongi’s forehead and then crawled over him and shuffled over to where Jungkook was still on his knees.
He touched Jungkook’s cheek and leaned in for a heavy kiss. “Gorgeous,” he said against his lip. “You did so well, pretty boy. You followed Yoongi-hyung’s commands so well and now look at you, look how pretty you are for hyung. This is the prettiest you've ever been.”
Jungkook whined.
“Your ass has taken a bit of abuse tonight, but your mouth is so lonely. Is it jealous? Does it want to be wrecked by a dick too?”
Jungkook inhaled and nodded quickly.
Taehyung chuckled. “Get to it then, baby. Make me come all over that pretty face.”
Jungkook fell to his hands, moaning as the toy probably shifted inside him.
Yoongi moved to the side to get a better view, curling up with a pillow to be comfortable and enjoy the show. With a smirk, he grabbed Jungkook’s phone and started a new video, making sure they were both in the shot before propping the camera up with his arm. He didn’t want to watch this through the screen.
Taehyung unbuttoned his pants and pushed them and his boxers down. His erection bobbed free, and it was just as long as Yoongi was hoping for. It lacked the huge heft of Jungkook’s cock, but would probably reach deeper inside him than almost anyone else that Yoongi had in the past.
Jungkook dove for it, earning himself a sharp tug on his hair and a light slap on his cheek.
“No, no, baby. Didn’t you learn anything from Yoongi-hyung? Slow. Go slow.”
Jungkook whined and pouted, but Taehyung did not relent, and Jungkook huffed. He went forward with his tongue first, around the head and down the shaft. Taehyung murmured praises at him. If it wasn’t for the tense way Jungkook held himself or the constant shivers of pleasure up his skin, Yoongi would have assumed it was just a lazy blowjob.
Taehyung controlled the speed when he finally allowed Jungkook to take him into his mouth. He held him with fingers tangled in his hair, hips moving in a slow wave.
“Come on, baby,” Taehyung said after Jungkook gagged. “I know you can do better than that. You can take more of me.”
Yoongi wasn’t so sure. Taehyung had a long dick.
But Jungkook, Yoongi was learning, wanted to please. He wanted to do well. So he tried. Yoongi watched his body relax, watched his eyes shut and his mouth open.
“Oh, good boy,” Taehyung said, sliding deeper into his mouth. His praises continued and he slowed down, hips rolling almost lazily.
“Let’s try all of it, just once, can you do that, pretty baby?”
Jungkook took a deep breath when Taehyung pulled out. Their eyes met and there was a conversation there, one that had both of them smiling and Yoongi feeling just a little left out. But then Jungkook opened his mouth wide and took Taehyung back into his mouth and throat. Taehyung’s thrusts were slow and deep and Jungkook’s breaths heavy through his nose. Taehyung paused for only a moment and then pushed forward, groaning as he sank deeper, retreating enough for him to breathe and then doing it again and again, until Jungkook’s nose was pressed to his stomach and Taehyung moaned. His hips jerked forward and Jungkook gagged, pulling back with a cough.
“Sorry, baby. God, that felt so good.”
“Again,” Jungkook said, voice raspy.
Taehyung frowned. “No--”
“Again.” Jungkook’s pout was lethal.
Taehyung stared at him for a moment and then said, “Okay, you can try one more time, baby.”
“I can take it.”
“I can’t,” Taehyung whispered, but let Jungkook swallow his cock. It was faster this time, only three thrusts before Taehyung was buried in his throat and instead of jerking forward there, Taehyung pulled back, sliding his dick almost completely out of Jungkook’s mouth before sliding back in, all the way.
Jungkook moaned and his eyes shut, his body sagging, and Yoongi envied him the ability to just give it up like that, to have someone to trust so much to just turn yourself over to them. Yoongi had never done that willingly. Only the threat of physical repercussions had him cooperating enough to choke down a dick.
And Taehyung took advantage of it, sliding deep with every thrust, watching Jungkook’s face in concern even as he fought the pleasure.
Jungkook finally stopped him, but not with anything more than just a tightening of his mouth.
Taehyung grinned down at him, showered him with praises again, and then thrust faster, not as deep or as hard, in and out of his mouth until his body went rigid, head tilted back. He tightened his grip on Jungkook’s hair suddenly, pulled out of his mouth, and stroked himself until he came all over Jungkook’s face.
Yoongi took a deep breath after realizing he’d been holding it, and then picked up the phone to zoom in on Jungkook’s dirty face. He caught Taehyung wiping his dick along Jungkook’s lower lip and moaned.
Both of them looked over at him, Jungkook flushing pink, and Taehyung chuckling. “Did you film us, Darling-kitty?”
“Of course. I didn’t want Jungkook to miss out on the chance of seeing how good he is.”
Jungkook whined and Taehyung smiled down at him. “He was so good. Such a good, pretty baby.”
“Does that mean he gets to come now?” Yoongi asked.
Taehyung laughed. “I guess it does.”
Jungkook moaned in anticipation.
“Do you want me to take the plug out or keep it in?”
“In, keep it in.’
“Why?”
Jungkook blushed almost bright red. “I ... I like how it feels when I clench around it.”
“Okay, sit up. Let me at your dick.”
“Don’t tease,” Jungkook said with a pout.
Taehyung laughed. “Okay, okay, I won’t tease. I guess you’ve been ringed up for long enough.” He looked over at Yoongi. “Wanna help?”
Yoongi bit his lip.
“You don’t have to touch him, just being closer will help.”
Yoongi shuffled forward and curled up against Taehyung’s side when he lifted an arm in invitation. They both looked at Jungkook and he squirmed under their gaze.
“Please,” he whispered.
Taehyung tutted at him. “Hush. We know what you need.” He reached for Jungkook’s dick and stroked him. Jungkook’s mouth fell open, his head tilted back and he whined. Taehyung pumped his dick at a leisurely pace until Yoongi said, “I thought we weren’t teasing him.”
Taehyung laughed. “But it is really fun.”
Jungkook huffed.
Yoongi grinned and reached for him, fingers grazing the lower curve of his pectoral muscle and then sliding up to the hickys. “I do think I could appreciate this view for a long time, though.”
“Same, but let’s make him come instead. He’s gorgeous when he comes.”
And Taehyung was so right.
Taehyung dragged the cock ring up, murmuring at Jungkook’s whimpers. Soft whispers that Yoongi did not hear and did not need to hear. Taehyung was supportive. Comforting. Careful. Loving. He settled a hand on Jungkook’s hip and used the other to stroke him off, his long fingers in a loose curl around his shaft. Almost immediately, he was spurting clear fluid again and his body was shaking and muscles twitching.
“Don’t bite your lip, baby,” Taehyung whispered and leaned forward to kiss him. “We want to hear your sounds. You’re so pretty when you enjoy yourself.”
Jungkook’s head tilted back, his throat taut as he swallowed. Taehyung twisted his wrist and Jungkook pitched forward with a cry. He would have fallen if Yoongi hadn’t been close enough to put a hand on his shoulder to steady him.
Jungkook took more than that hand, an arm going around Yoongi’s waist. He leaned into him while keeping his hips twisted toward Taehyung. His harsh breath puffed against Yoongi’s neck.
“I got you,” Yoongi whispered. “Are you going to come? It’s going to feel so good.”
Jungkook whined between moans, the noise echoed in a full body shiver.
Yoongi couldn’t help it and rubbed himself against Jungkook’s thigh. His spent cock was half hard again and the boxers were an absolute mess.
“Does he need permission?” Yoongi asked.
“No,” Taehyung said, “but he thinks he does. Go on, baby. You can come. You know you don’t need me to tell you to. It’s okay if you come.”
Jungkook moaned in relief. His grip tightened to the point of pain on Yoongi’s side and then he threw his head back, mouth open in a broken, high-pitched whine. Yoongi looked down at his dick, past the sweat-soaked skin of his abs, and just caught sight of the first clump of come that shot from the tip and landed on Taehyung’s pants. Another pump had more, and then more, as Jungkook’s cries got louder and his body shook harder. There was so much of it, all over Taehyung, some splattering on Yoongi, and even more curling around Taehyung’s knuckles and dripping to the bed while Jungkook sagged between them.
“Good boy, good boy,” Taehyung whispered and peppered his face with kisses even as he kept pumping him through the orgasm.
Between the two of them, they lowered Jungkook to the bed. Yoongi smiled with every twitch of Jungkook’s skin, his muscles still spasming from pleasure. Taehyung held his dick firmly, a few more long strokes that had Jungkook whimpering from being too sensitive and the last thick pulse of come that dripped to his skin.
“You were so good,” Taehyung said. “So good.”
Jungkook’s chest heaved with his breathing and he opened an eye to look at Yoongi.
Yoongi smiled and cupped his cheek. “You were so good. So pretty.”
Jungkook’s smile was fleeting and then his eyes shut and he took a heavy breath. Taehyung curled up against his side, ignoring the mess and running his hands up and down Jungkook’s chest. He looked at Yoongi and Yoongi took the hint and moved closer, doing the same firm touches up and down his tense thigh.
“Leg day,” Yoongi whispered.
Taehyung laughed and Jungkook smiled.
“You love it,” Jungkook said, his voice hoarse.
“I love your voice after you’ve had a dick down your throat,” Taehyung said, almost growled, and he leaned down and kissed Jungkook’s lips.
“Good thing I don’t have voice lessons until Saturday,” he said.
“You were whining enough today that it was almost like singing,” Yoongi said.
Taehyung chuckled. They lay in silence for a little while and finally Jungkook’s breathing steadied and his body relaxed.
“Wait with him,” Taehyung whispered and kissed Jungkook’s forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
Jungkook whined when Taehyung left, but Yoongi moved closer to curl up against him. Not that he really minded. He wanted to roll around naked in Jungkook’s come. And he definitely blamed the hybrid part of him for that.
“Okay?” Jungkook whispered.
Yoongi wasn’t sure if he was asking if he was okay or if this whole thing was okay. Didn’t really matter. The answer was the same.
“Yes, baby, everything’s okay.”
Jungkook smiled widely and Yoongi once again had to stop himself from kissing him.
Taehyung returned, mostly naked, just in boxers that did nothing to hide that he was still partially hard. He had a warm wet towel in his hand and he used it to clean up Jungkook’s skin.
“You’re a mess,” Taehyung said and tugged on Yoongi’s come-covered T-shirt.
Yoongi nodded and took the T-shirt off over his head. His hands shook when he stripped out of his boxers, but they’d both seen him naked anyway.
Taehyung smiled at him and held out the towel. “You can do it, or I can.”
Yoongi glanced down at himself and shifted in surprise. “You ... you can do it.”
Taehyung hummed and started cleaning him. He held his breath and jumped at the touch on his arm that was Jungkook.
Jungkook pouted at him, whining low in his throat.
“Stop that,” Taehyung said and smacked his thigh. “Let me get him clean first.”
Jungkook didn’t remove his hand or his pout, but he waited until Taehyung had wiped most of the come from him.
“We’ll have to shower and change the sheets.”
“Cuddle,” Jungkook said.
Taehyung smiled. “I know, baby.” He threw the towels and any errant clothes to the floor, and then he pulled off the blanket and the pillows that had gotten come on them.
Jungkook huffed when Taehyung got up and he pulled at Yoongi, who went willingly, curling up against his side, head tucked under his chin.
“Thank you,” Jungkook whispered and rubbed up and down his back, fingers light against the fur at his tailbone. “Fuck. Thank you.”
Yoongi wasn’t sure what he was being thanked for. And he wasn’t sure what to say in response so he just purred. He was surprised when Taehyung came back and curled up against his back so he was smashed in between them, but he didn’t protest. They were warm and Taehyung had found a clean sheet that he pulled over their bodies.
“My pretty darlings,” Taehyung whispered, lips against Yoongi’s ear.
Yoongi fought back a blush unsuccessfully and buried his face in Jungkook’s neck.
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Touches between them were easier. Yoongi didn’t blush or shy away from their fingers or lips that touched his cheek and shoulders. He gave in to what he wanted and sat in Jungkook’s lap during dinner, accepting food from his chopsticks. When Taehyung pouted in jealousy, Yoongi moved into his lap for a little while.
After dinner, Yoongi’s feet didn’t touch the floor again. He stayed wrapped up in Jungkook’s arms, carried to the couch where they watched a music program and sang along to the cheesy pop songs, and then carried to bed by Taehyung when they were too tired to stay awake.
Yoongi didn’t even worry about curling up between them in the dark. He belonged there, warm and comfortable between them.
When he woke up to the sounds of kissing and whimpering, he didn’t even care. He hated being woken up before he was ready, but when it was to the sight of Taehyung’s head bobbing up and down, and Jungkook’s thick dick disappearing between his lips, well, that was worth waking up for. He meowed in complaint just for show and then snuggled closer to Jungkook.
Jungkook hugged him with one arm, his hand cupping Yoongi’s ass.
“Good morning,” Yoongi whispered before licking at Jungkook’s nipple.
Jungkook gasped and his hips jerked up, gagging Taehyung who pulled off and glared.
“S-sorry, s-sorry.”
Yoongi smiled and kept licking.
“Fuck.”
Taehyung grumbled, but went back to sucking on his dick.
As Jungkook’s moans grew more desperate, Yoongi’s licks turned to sucks and he left purple hickys around Jungkook’s nipple. When he grew a little more daring, he bit down on the curve of muscle.
Jungkook gasped, high and quick, and then moaned as his body shook through his orgasm. Taehyung sucked him through it, cupping his balls with a firm squeeze.
Yoongi pulled away from the bite and smirked, licking at the small punctures from his sharp teeth.
“Fuck, yeah,” Jungkook whispered.
Taehyung leaned over him, a hand tight in his hair and pulled his head back. Jungkook whined and his mouth opened and Taehyung let his come fall into Jungkook’s mouth before kissing him deeply.
Jungkook swallowed his own come through the kiss. When Taehyung pulled away, he smiled down at Jungkook.
“Enjoy your morning snack, love?”
Jungkook nodded. There was a clump of come on the corner of his mouth and Taehyung licked it up and kissed him again.
“You’re so good, baby.”
Jungkook blushed. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Can we ditch classes today?”
Taehyung chuckled. “No. You know we can’t.”
Jungkook made a face. “Yeah, but I can wish. I just want to stay in bed all day.”
Yoongi hummed. “I get to do that.”
Jungkook stuck out his tongue.
Taehyung laughed and kissed both of their cheeks. “It’s time to get up. Who wants coffee?”
“Definitely me,” Jungkook said.
“Not me,” Yoongi said and curled up with a pillow instead of with Jungkook’s arm. “I’m going back to sleep.”
Fingers ruffled through his hair. Yoongi didn’t know whose. He smiled and froze for a moment when lips pressed against his neck and then another pair pressed against the top of an ear.
“Lucky cat,” Jungkook said.
Yoongi’s smile widened. “I’m so lucky,” he whispered, almost hoping they wouldn’t hear. But of course they did and they tackled him and hugged him and cooed at him, and Yoongi’s smile fell and he grumbled as he was petted and snuggled with.
So yeah, it wasn’t horrible, but still. He really really wanted to go back to sleep. Only this was a reasonable reason to not sleep.
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Part 6: Can I Kiss You Yet?
Part 4: You Two Are Gross
Part 3: Spoil My Fun
Part 2: Cold Shower. Ice, Ice Cold.
Part 1: Taehyung Was Going To Kill Him
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Pairing: Taehyung/Yoongi/Jungkook, Seokjin/Jimin/Namjoon/Hobi (BTS)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I haven't yet decided if I'm still borrowing these guys or if they own my soul yet. I mean, who am I kidding, really? Especially Yoongi. He can own me whenever he wants even if I can't own him or his members.
Genre: catboy!Yoongi, catboy!Namjoon, catboy!Hobi
Warning: praise kink, muscle kink, a fair bit of dom/sub elements, and toys. lots of sappy fluff too.
Summary: Min Yoongi has a new owner. His new owner has a boyfriend. Between them and with them, Yoongi feels like he's losing himself. And Jungkook isn't too sure what to do with Yoongi even if Taehyung has already decided. Maybe together they can heal, grow, and fall in love.
Part 5:
A/N: Still having troubles with getting the D ... on my keyboard to work.
Still Thursday ...
Jungkook felt awkward again as soon as he stepped into his apartment. Yoongi was reading on the chair and hadn’t done more than look at him and whisper, “Welcome home. Seokjin brought food.”
Jungkook wanted to ask about his visit, but he didn’t. Nothing really good could have come from it. The silence was stifling and frustrating. He sat down on the couch with a low groan of air.
“Jungkook.”
Jungkook jumped and turned around to face Suga.
Yoongi. His name was Yoongi. He’d been so distracted by Yoongi all day that he’d dropped a cup and fucked up the credit card receipts.
Their eyes met.
Yoongi swallowed, nails clicking together in his nervousness. “Can ... c-can I sit with you?”
Jungkook stared for probably a moment too long because Yoongi lowered his head and shuffled his feet. The tips of his white ears drooped sadly.
“Yes!” Jungkook almost shouted and then winced when Yoongi jumped. “Yes, I mean. Yes. You can. You don’t need to ask.”
Yoongi shuffled forward and climbed on the couch over the arm. It was a really small couch, but Yoongi was also small and he sat against the arm with his legs crossed and his tail wrapped around himself, probably leaving enough space for Taehyung between them.
Jungkook frowned at him. Well, Yoongi made the first step. Now, it was his turn.
He cleared his throat, shifted so he was turned toward Yoongi, stretching his arm over the back of the couch. “You can come closer if you want.”
Yoongi met his eyes, and then looked down at the spot next to him. He shuffled closer until their thighs were pressed together.
Jungkook draped his arm around Yoongi’s shoulders.
Yoongi stayed tense for another five minutes before his legs uncrossed and his tail twisted and wrapped around Jungkook’s upper arm. He pressed in closer, his hands unclenched, and he settled shaking fingers on Jungkook’s thigh.
Jungkook smiled and easily adjusted to the touches. “Did you have a good day?” he whispered, mouth close to Yoongi’s ear.
It twitched, brushing Jungkook’s chin.
“Yeah. Reading Naruto.”
“Wow. Daring.”
“Do you own all 72 volumes?”
“Not yet. I’m working on it.”
“Hm, maybe I’ll wait then and read Death Note instead.”
“That’s one of my favorites. Do you want to watch the anime?”
“After I read it, maybe. The anime never has everything that’s in the manhwa.”
“True. How do you feel about superhero movies?”
Yoongi snorted. “I’m not a teenager.”
“Shut up. I love them. I’m going to make you watch all the Marvel movies with me.”
“How? Are you going to tie me up, master?”
Jungkook froze and cleared his throat.
Yoongi chuckled and snuggled closer, actually snuggled, with his head tucked under his chin and his arms around Jungkook’s waist. He pulled his feet up, one leg over Jungkook’s thighs. His tail shifted and tightened on Jungkook’s arm, the tip swishing against his neck.
“I like you, Jungkook. I like you so much. Thank you so much for buying me.” His low voice broke.
Jungkook smiled and nuzzled the top of his head. “I like you too, Yoongi. I have tomorrow off work. Should we go have you registered?”
Yoongi froze for a moment, sighed and nodded. “O-okay.”
Jungkook hummed and ran his hands up Yoongi’s neck and through his blond hair. Yoongi hummed back, the noise turning to a steady purr when Jungkook’s soft touches turned to firmer scratches along the sides of his head, right about where ears would be if he was human. Yoongi pushed closer, not that there was space to, but he was against Jungkook from head to ... well, toe, with his knees caging in against Jungkook’s hips and his shins against his thighs and his toes pressed under his knees. Chest to chest. Only his crotch wasn’t plastered to him, and that suddenly changed when Yoongi started squirming.
Jungkook had an ear between two fingers, tugging and rubbing at the soft skin. Warm breath panted against his neck. Purrs turned to sighs, exhales of breath, and then with a little whine buried into each gasp.
“Jungkook,” Yoongi whimpered, and Jungkook stopped touching him, only just realizing the hand not teasing his ears had been sliding down his back and his hips had been moving to the same slow grind as Yoongi’s. His dick was hard. And so was Yoongi’s.
“S-sorry.”
“No-no. I ... it feels ... god, it ...” He meowed, twisting his hips and rubbing his erection against Jungkook’s stomach.
“Fuck,” Jungkook gasped and put his hands on the couch. “I didn’t ... I wasn’t trying--”
“I know, but ... fuck.”
Jungkook leaned his head back and they were both gasping for breath. It took almost five minutes for Jungkook to get his breath to slow down and for Yoongi to relax against him. So they were cuddling again, instead of practically humping.
“Sorry,” Jungkook said again.
“Ears are sensitive.”
“I noticed.” He lifted a shaking hand to the back of Yoongi’s head, running fingers through his hair and not going for his ears.
“You don’t hurt them at least. Hyunjoong pinched them. Or dug his nails into them. I like how you touch them. And ... and I like how you hold me. Hyunjoong never held me.”
Jungkook frowned, but didn’t not how to respond to that. He tried to be honest. “I like holding you.”
Yoongi squirmed and huffed. He turned his head and then pressed his face to Jungkook’s chest again. After a few deep breaths, Jungkook realized that Yoongi wanted to say something.
“What?” Jungkook asked, scratching at the base of his neck. “You can say anything you want to me.”
Yoongi huffed and finally whispered, “This is ... I don’t know what all of this is but I like it, but I feel guilty for liking it and it feels like it’s too much too soon and I don’t ... I don’t know. I feel weird, like I’m not ... me, I don’t know. I think that Taehyung has expectations and that’s strange, since he’s all about hybrid rights.”
“Perhaps, but Taehyung will never do what you don’t want. If you don’t want him to touch you, he won’t. If you don’t want to kiss him, then he won’t. He’d never force you to just because you’re a hybrid and that’s the biggest difference. If you tell him that you’re uncomfortable, then he will respect that.”
Yoongi sighed. “I know that, but I ...”
“Are you uncomfortable?”
“No,” Yoongi said and lifted his head to meet Jungkook’s eyes. They stared at each other, and Jungkook felt first his eyes widen and then his mouth open. Yoongi was pretty, so pretty, but had a nice edge to his jaw and a wide set to his eyes that was handsome. He licked his pink lips before his cheeks flushed and he glanced away.
“I’m not uncomfortable,” Yoongi said, “but how much of that is the hybrid talking? We’re made to want closeness. We’re made to want affection. I ... I fought against the urge for most of my life, and I fought against it with Hyunjoong because he was an asshole, but you are not an asshole and neither is Taehyung, so I feel like I’m overcompensating and part of me doesn’t give a fuck because it feels good, but part of me ...” Yoongi tugged at the long sleeves covering his hands. “Part of me hates it. I feel like I’m not in control of myself anymore.”
“That’s why it’s important that you talk to us and tell us if you do or don’t want to do anything.”
Yoongi met his eyes again and slowly smirked. “Like making you pretty?”
Jungkook’s blush was immediate and dark, and he spluttered through meaningless noises that made Yoongi laugh.
“Is that still going to happen?”
Jungkook bit his lower lip and looked at anything except Yoongi’s smug face. “I mean, it doesn’t ... I can tell Taehyung that you’re not comfor--”
“No, no. I’d hate to deprive you of the pleasure.”
Jungkook growled low in his throat, meant as a warning but was more of an embarrassed noise, and one that Taehyung had a tendency to coo at. It really wasn’t threatening at all. “If ... if it’s okay? I ...”
“Well, Taehyung did tell you to be ready and you don’t want to disappoint him.”
Jungkook shook his head, trying to tame down the heat licking at his stomach.
Sharp points of claws scratched along his neck, from just under his ears, over the hickys Taehyung left, and down to his shoulders. Jungkook lifted his chin on instinct and met Yoongi’s sharp gaze.
“You like that?” Yoongi whispered. “You like being good?”
“Yes,” Jungkook gasped. “I’m ... I’m ...”
Yoongi hushed him. “You’re a good boy? Yes?”
Whatever lust had faded between them, sprung back into sharp focus when Yoongi scratched under his chin. Jungkook’s breath went high and slow, his brain clouded. As embarrassed as he was, Jungkook focused on Yoongi’s face, on his eyes and mouth, to keep from missing a direct or thinly veiled order.
“Yeah, you are a good boy, aren’t you?” Yoongi whispered and cupped Jungkook’s cheek instead.
Jungkook whined and looked at Yoongi’s lips, at the darker pink flush and the pink tongue that swept along the lower one. God, he wanted a kiss. He wanted a kiss so badly. But he wouldn’t take and he wouldn’t ask because that’s not what good boys do. Yoongi’s hand slid up into his hair, soft scratches on his scalp, and Jungkook tilted his head forward and moaned. Yoongi’s other hand went to his neck, four fingers scraping down to his collarbone.
“I think--”
Jungkook jerked out of the moment because talking meant words which meant he had to listen.
“--you should be pretty for Taehyung when he comes home.”
“O-okay. Okay.”
“You should show me how, so I can help you in the future if I want to.”
Jungkook whined again, lust sizzling down his skin.
“Do you want that? Do you want me to help you?”
His yes came out as little more than a gasp when Yoongi shifted his body, grinding his ass in a slow circle on his crotch and thighs.
“How long does it take you to get pretty for Taehyung?”
Jungkook cleared his throat and tried to clear his head in order to respond. “Half ... half hour.”
“Hm, so tonight, you should start getting ready an hour before he gets home. It might take you longer since you’ll be showing me how to do it.”
If he did his normal cleaning and prep routine, he’d be on his hands and knees for an entire half hour before Taehyung arrived. A half hour being plugged and hard and just ... waiting. Waiting while Yoongi watched him. Oh god.
“Good ... good idea.”
And Yoongi smiled and it was the most adorable, toothy grin easily showing off his sharp teeth and gums. “Until then, we should take a nap.”
Jungkook huffed. Of course the cat wanted to sleep. “I’m not tired.”
“That wasn’t a suggestion, pretty boy,” Yoongi said and tapped his cheek with his fingers. “Carry me to the bed.”
Jungkook swallowed and nodded. His hands were shaking, but he managed to get his hands under Yoongi’s thighs. He shifted to the edge of the couch and stood up. Yoongi clung to him, nails digging into this shoulderblades for a moment until he had his legs around Jungkook’s waist. He kept his face buried in Jungkook’s neck.
Jungkook staggered on the first step, head still swimming with pleasure. By the third step, he was steady, and then on the fifth he almost staggered because Yoongi’s tail wrapped around his upper thigh and the tip rested just against his ass. Barely there, but enough for Jungkook to whine low in his throat.
Yoongi chuckled and said, “Come on, Muscles. We’re almost there. I thought you said I was easy to carry.”
“You are,” Jungkook said and shifted his grip, cupping Yoongi’s ass in the process.
Yoongi hummed and squirmed in his hold.
Moving a little faster, he worked his way around the wall and then to the bed. He kneeled on the edge with one leg, made sure he had a firm grip on Yoongi, and then pushed up onto the bed. His knees sank into the mattress and he wobbled as he moved toward the middle of the bed. He lowered Yoongi to the mattress as gently as possible. And then stayed, trapped in the grip of the cat’s legs with his hands pressed on either side of his head.
Yoongi smiled and ran his hands up and down Jungkook’s tense arm. “God, you’re so strong.”
Jungkook blushed and attempted to move away, but Yoongi tightened his legs and dug warning claws into his arms.
“Not yet. First, I want to you to see just how much I appreciate your muscles.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened. “What ... I ... “
Yoongi chuckled and used his legs and his arms to pull Jungkook’s hips down. He lifted his body at the same time, rubbing his erection against Jungkook’s.
“I really, really appreciate your muscles.”
Jungkook moaned and rolled his hips down.
Laughing again, Yoongi pushed him away. “Stop that. Horny as I am, I still would rather sleep.”
“S-sleep?”
“Yes, sleep. No innuendo. Just sleep.”
Jungkook shut his eyes and took a deep breath. “Yeah, okay. Sleep.” This time when he pushed away from Yoongi, the cat let him go and he fell to the side. Yoongi did not let him go far, snuggling against his side and tugging on the blankets. Following Yoongi’s instructions, Jungkook moved until Yoongi was wrapped up in a circle of Jungkook’s blankets, his legs wrapped in the comforter and his upper body resting against it.
“Pet me,” Yoongi demanded and then twisted, presenting his back to Jungkook with his head on a pillow and his arms wrapped around it.
Jungkook swallowed roughly and obeyed, rubbing a firm touch up and down Yoongi’s back. He pet him until Yoongi’s purrs turned to the deep breaths of sleep and then he kept his hand there, over his lower back, hand curled at his hip.
Jungkook wasn’t tired. But he knew better than to move. So he lay as still as possible and watched the pretty cat breathe.
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Yoongi decided, as the minutes dragged on, that this may not have been the best idea. Taehyung had sent a text not ten minutes ago to say that he was on his way, and Yoongi felt like it’d been an hour despite Jungkook’s phone counting down the time. Maybe the phone was broken.
With anticipation thick in the air, the only sounds between them were Jungkook’s heavy breaths. Labored, but steady. He barely moved in his position, just a few skin twitches and the tightening of his fingers on his bare thighs to show the pleasure still thrumming through him.
And maybe Yoongi’s breaths were loud in the silence too. Still trying to calm down. Still trying to recover from his own orgasm. Sitting and just watching Jungkook without touching. It’d seemed like such a good idea almost an hour ago. But now, with the vision of Jungkook sweaty and controlled ... yeah, not such a good idea. Yoongi itched to touch him again, get that warm skin under his hands again.
Jungkook kneeled on the bed, sitting back on his feet. Yoongi sat in front of him now, but had circled him enough times over the last half hour or so to have the image of the flat base of the fat plug sticking out of his ass. His muscles were clenched, both front and back, and Yoongi sat in front of him to enjoy the view of his chest and stomach, all taut and sweaty. The hickys from Taehyung were well on their way to bruising, splotchy and red. And, fuck his dripping erection. His original assumption of Jungkook’s big dick game proved to be true. Very true. The best word to describe him was plump with a long bulky shaft and a fat head with a fat ridge all around the tip. God, it’d been tempting to offer to suck that thing down his throat. It was red and angry now, ringed up and leaking fluid from the slit that opened and closed with his deep breaths. Jungkook had at least one dry orgasm while getting himself pretty. Maybe two.
At the sound of the door opening, they both sat up straighter, sucking in a sharp breath.
“Darlings?”
Yoongi smiled and his chest tightened at the endearment. He leveled Jungkook with a glare, pointed at him and said loud enough for Taehyung to hear, “Stay,” and then he scampered off the bed and around the wall to barrel into Taehyung’s body for a hug.
Taehyung laughed and hugged him back. “Hi, Suga.”
Yoongi froze and remembered that he hadn’t told Taehyung his name yet, and that also meant that Jungkook hadn’t, had kept his confidence, and that made his heart swell even more.
Yoongi pulled away and smiled up at him. “Hi. Welcome home.”
“Such a pretty welcome,” Taehyung murmured and trailed a hand down his cheek.
A high whimper had them both looking toward the room area.
“Is he pretty?” Taehyung whispered.
Yoongi had to swallow past a lump in his throat. “Breathtaking.”
“Show me.”
Yoongi pulled away from him and took Taehyung’s offered hand. He led him around the wall. Jungkook’s back obviously arched, his chest sticking out, his knees spreading to present himself, his cock bobbing from the movements.
Taehyung patted Yoongi’s head and moved in front of Jungkook. He didn’t say anything as he walked around the bed, looking at Jungkook from all angles, with a gleam in his eyes that he couldn’t hide under the faux state of disinterested appraisal. He couldn’t hide his erection either.
Yoongi realized he was holding his breath, waiting for Taehyung’s approval. So was Jungkook.
“Why are there scratches on his ass? And is that come?” Taehyung asked.
Yoongi bit his lower lip and lifted a shoulder. “Um, oops?”
Taehyung laughed and reached for Jungkook’s head, as soon as his fingers slid through his hair, Jungkook relaxed and canted up into the touch. “He is definitely pretty.”
Yoongi smiled. “He did a good job.”
“Did he?”
Yoongi nodded.
“Kook-ie knows I like to watch him. Did he film it?”
Yoongi nodded. “Yeah, I did.”
“You did?”
Yoongi picked up Jungkook’s phone and held it out.
Taehyung smiled and took the phone. “Do you want to watch it with me?”
“Now?”
Taehyung laughed. “Yes, now.”
Jungkook whined in protest but immediately shut up at a sharp look from Taehyung. He turned the smile back to Yoongi. “Come and sit. We’ll watch it together.”
Taehyung lay down at the end of the bed, propped up on an elbow. He patted the spot in front of him and Yoongi scrambled up. They settled together, spooning with Yoongi’s head resting on Taehyung’s bicep and one of Taehyung’s legs draped over Yoongi’s. They were right in front of Jungkook, who sat as still as before, though his mouth was open now, breaths a bit heavier.
Taehyung held the phone sideways and used a pillow to prop it up. As soon as it was secure, he hit play and then his arm went around Yoongi’s waist, playing with the hem of his shirt.
Yoongi swallowed at the first image of naked Jungkook. He remembered that just before he hit record, he’d said, “You really want to give Taehyung a show, right?”
Jungkook had agreed almost too fast.
So Yoongi panned over his body, down his chest and back and ass, up to his neck, slowing to show off the hickys and his mouth. He’d zoomed in on his lips, whispered, “Lick your lips for Taehyung-ie, pretty boy.”
And Jungkook did.
“God, he’s gorgeous,” Taehyung whispered against Yoongi’s hair.
Yoongi hummed in agreement.
The camera pulled back, showing Jungkook naked and much more erect and harder than he had been.
“Touch yourself,” Yoongi said on camera. “No, no,” he’d said when Jungkook went for his cock. “Be a tease.”
Jungkook started at his shoulders, fingertips light on his skin. He tweaked his nipples a few times, pressing into the hickys, before dragging blunt nails over his stomach. The skin twitched, and Yoongi remembered that moment, remembered thinking that he’d have to get his longer claws against that sensitive skin soon. He teased the shaft of his erection with one hand and the head with the other, his fingers dipping in the slit.
And Yoongi told him to slow down.
Jungkook whined. But obeyed, going back to his skin, his stomach and his thighs. More harsh pinches and scratches, leaving red lines along his skin.
“Good boy,” Yoongi said.
Jungkook smiled.
“Wow,” Taehyung whispered. “At this point in the video, he’s usually already prepping himself.”
Yoongi hummed and shifted back against Taehyung’s body. He was already hard, and Yoongi hoped the length he was feeling wasn’t just his imagination. He couldn’t really remember how long Taehyung was when he saw him the day before, still high in his own pleasurable headspace.
“Yoongi, please,” Jungkook gasped in the video.
And Taehyung inhaled sharply behind him.
Well, now he knew Yoongi’s name. Oh well. Good way to learn it.
Yoongi in the camera huffed. “If you’re already begging, then Taehyung goes way too easy on you. Fine.”
Taehyung chuckled. “I am a sucker for his pout.”
“I can tell,” Yoongi muttered.
The camera panned to the edge of the bed where Jungkook had laid out lube and toys. Yoongi picked up the lube and cock ring. The camera moved closer to Jungkook and Yoongi only held out the cock ring. Jungkook whined, but took it and slid it down over his dick until the blue ring was nestled around the thick base.
Yoongi smirked, remembering this part very well. He’d poured lube on Jungkook’s dick and told him that he could use that as lube to prep himself. Just that. He’d poured enough to have it dripping to the bed, and Jungkook’s whine as his fingers curled around his shaft was just as beautiful the second time.
“Good fuck,” Taehyung said.
Yoongi hummed in agreement.
On camera, Jungkook’s hand was moving behind him and Yoongi told him to wait a second. He repositioned to point the camera right at his ass and then told him to lean over.
Yoongi had been nervous, but he’d grabbed Jungkook’s asscheek anyway, flushing at the heavy moan from Jungkook. But he’d spread him open, shown on camera the way his entrance pulsed in anticipation and then said--
“Looks so tight, Jungkook-ie. Can’t wait to see it gaping.”
Jungkook moaned again. At Yoongi’s command, he started with one finger, sliding it into the knuckle. Yoongi patted his ass and said, “Now, now. Not yet. Tease.”
Jungkook whined, pulled the finger free and used the pad to tease his body, slow shaking circles around his entrance and a wet drag up and down his cleft.
Taehyung’s breath against Yoongi’s ear was harsher and his hips were twisting, almost but not quite thrusting against Yoongi’s ass.
A quick glance at Jungkook showed him with his eyes wide and his mouth open. His dick was dripping and his fingers were white where they gripped his thighs. He couldn’t see the video, but he could hear it. And definitely remember.
Eventually, Yoongi told Jungkook to add the finger. When Jungkook went to add another one almost right away, Yoongi spanked him, the smack making Jungkook jump, and said, “You’re not ready for a second one yet.”
And Jungkook whined, the noise had almost been enough to let Jungkook have his way. Almost.
“Now, now, be a good boy.”
Those were the magic words and Jungkook obeyed, teasing himself with one finger for much longer than necessary, and then with two, twisting and spreading them when Yoongi told him to. The video only left Jungkook’s ass when he needed more lube, and Yoongi went back to the front of him to pour more right on his dick. It was during one such application that Jungkook had his dry orgasm, his hand tightening on his dick, his body shaking and his head dropping almost to the bed. His dick was spurting clear fluid far enough that some landed on Yoongi’s knee. He scraped it up with a finger, and then the obvious sounds of him licking it clean echoed through the room.
Taehyung moaned in his ear. “He tastes good, doesn’t he?”
Yoongi nodded. “So good.”
“You are so good. God, look at the way you control him.”
“He’s easy to control. Very well behaved.”
Taehyung agreed with another hum, and Jungkook whimpered for attention. They ignored him.
The camera went back to his ass, three fingers diving into himself.
Taehyung groaned and tightened his hold around Yoongi’s waist. “Can I touch you?” he whispered.
Yoongi took a sharp breath and held it. His cock was throbbing from watching this again and it wasn’t too much longer until he came ... on camera.
“Just through your clothes,” Taehyung whispered. “If that’s okay?”
Yoongi let out his breath and nodded. “Th-that’s okay.”
Taehyung relaxed behind him and his hand went to Yoongi’s erection, rubbing it softly through the boxers. On camera, he was doing the same thing to himself, though he’d made sure not to put that on film.
Three fingers, and then four, Jungkook twisted his wrist to get his pinky inside his body, each twist forcing a high noise from his throat. It was gorgeous how red his entrance was, how it pulsed around and swallowed Jungkook’s fingers greedily and clung to them when he pulled them out, how his thighs and ass tightened with his fingers at the deepest point inside himself, how Jungkook’s whimpers and moans were a beautiful background cadence to the slurp of wet and horny.
Taehyung rolled his hips, now more obviously thrusting against Yoongi’s ass.
And then came the toy.
Yoongi’s head was too full of pleasure to listen to him tell Jungkook to fuck himself on the dildo, but not too dulled to miss seeing it slide inside him after teasing at his entrance.
After only a few pumps of the toy, the camera wobbled and fell, catching the ceiling and the chaotic twisting of Yoongi’s tail for a few seconds. And Yoongi’s gasps and moans.
Taehyung chuckled, gripping Yoongi’s dick harder and licking at the edge of his ear. “You held out way longer than I would have.”
Yoongi whined and thrust back against Taehyung’s cock.
It took a few long seconds on the video before Yoongi picked the camera up and pointed it back at Jungkook’s ass where the toy was still siding in and out of him. And there were five bleeding scratches on one ass cheek and a splatter of come down the back of his thigh.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Yoongi said on camera. “Continue.”
Taehyung’s laugh was breathless in his ear, drowning out the short, surprised chuckle from Jungkook on camera as he continued. He fucked himself with the dildo for a long time, longer than Yoongi remembered, but he also followed Yoongi’s instructions to twist it and moved his hand in a circle to really get his ass stretched out. His hand faltered a little and his body shook through either another dry orgasm or just a strong pulse of pleasure.
Yoongi moved around him while he played, showing off the way he was kneeling with his ass curled out, holding his body up with one hand on the bed. All of his muscles were taut, especially those in his arms, and Yoongi did not stop himself from dragging his fingers down his bicep to his elbow before going back up to his neck and then his face. He dragged his claws under Jungkook’s chin before cupping his cheek. On camera, his voice was awed and deep. “You’re such a good boy. So pretty.”
He almost sounded like he was in love, and he blushed, shutting his eyes tightly and trying to concentrate on Taehyung’s touches.
On camera, Jungkook had whined, his mouth opening to let Yoongi trace his lower lip. Yoongi went around the other side, the camera following his finger down Jungkook’s back.
“God, why didn’t you kiss him?” Taehyung asked.
Yoongi had no idea now. Why hadn’t he just kissed Jungkook then? Part of him wasn’t sure. The part on a fucking high with Taehyung still playing with his dick. The rest of him knew that he didn’t want their first kiss to be during something like this.
Finally, Yoongi told Jungkook to let the toy go, and he did. It slid out of him with a dirty, wet noise. His entrance was left open for a moment before tightening back up and then gaping again, pulsing along with his heavy breaths.
“You did such a good job,” Yoongi whispered and his finger curled around his rim before dipping into him just once. And then he’d froze, suddenly remembering that he hadn’t meant to touch, not there and his hand jerked out of the frame, but not before Jungkook moaned in appreciation.
The next thing in the frame was the bottle of lube that Yoongi pushed into him and then squeezed, making everything really wet and slick.
“There you go. Now get that plug inside you so we can wait for Taehyung.”
Jungkook was shaking, his fingers fumbling with the toy. It pressed against his opening and then slipped up, and then again, but slipped down. Finally, Yoongi made a frustrated noise and reached out, held it steady against him, and Jungkook was able to push it into his body, his rim clamping down on the base.
Yoongi patted his ass. “That didn’t quite fit properly, did it?”
Taehyung outright laughed in his ear as Yoongi pulled the toy free despite Jungkook’s protest, both with a loud noise and physically, his ass clenching tight and clinging to the wide bulb.
“Oh my god, Yoongi. You devious little kitten,” Taehyung said and pressed a long, open kiss on his cheek.
Yoongi flushed and turned his head to bury it against the bed.
Four times, Yoongi did that to him, sliding the toy home only to pull it back out, spin the widest part at his entrance and then push it back in, all with the excuse that the plug didn’t quite fit that time and it needed to be turned to fit a different way.
“I just got a text from Taehyung that he’s on his way here, so I guess that will be good enough.” Yoongi patted the end of the toy and then he moved in front of Jungkook. He pushed at his shoulders. “On your knees. You are not allowed to touch.”
Jungkook pushed up, hands going to his thighs and he nodded. “Thank you, Yoongi-hyung.”
“You did so well,” Yoongi said, making sure to zoom in on his cheeks when they reddened from the praise. He rubbed Jungkook’s chin with his fingers again. “Such a pretty boy. You’re so pretty for Taehyung.”
Jungkook cleared his throat, eyes looking right into the camera. “A-and you? Yoongi-hyung? Pretty for you?”
Yoongi chuckled. “Of course. Now hush. Not another word until Taehyung says so.”
Yoongi panned up and down his body one more time before the video ended. He’d been reluctant to end the video, and he should have just kept filming because staring at Jungkook through the screen was much easier than in person.
“Wow,” Taehyung said. “I am going to watch that again later.”
Yoongi chuckled. “He’s sexy.”
“So are you,” Taehyung said. His grip around Yoongi’s cock tightened. “You ready to come again?”
Yoongi bit his lip. He didn’t want to say no to that and lie.
Taehyung seemed to understand and he slipped his hand under the band of boxers. “Is this okay?”
“Y-yes, yes, please.”
Taehyung’s longer fingers curling around Yoongi’s erection. Compared to the two of them, he was rather small, but he didn’t mind so much when it felt like Taehyung’s fingers never left his shaft. His strokes were long and tight, pulling his orgasm almost lazily. But it was there, after that video and knowing that Jungkook was watching them.
And Taehyung’s dick. His thrusts against his ass. God, Yoongi wanted his cock, wanted to be fucked and taken.
His breathing stuttered and he groaned, the noise echoing around them and ending as a loud yowl, and he came, splattering his release all over his body and all over the bed. Taehyung worked him through it, twisting his wrist and whispering words of praise into his ear.
Yoongi felt tears on his cheek as he came down from it, his breathing steady and slow.
Taehyung loomed over him, smiling. “Good?”
Yoongi nodded and once again really, really wanted a kiss. But not yet. Not ... not yet.
“Can I go play with our pretty toy now?”
Our.
Yoongi smiled and said, “Yes. He’s all ready for you.”
Taehyung kissed Yoongi’s forehead and then crawled over him and shuffled over to where Jungkook was still on his knees.
He touched Jungkook’s cheek and leaned in for a heavy kiss. “Gorgeous,” he said against his lip. “You did so well, pretty boy. You followed Yoongi-hyung’s commands so well and now look at you, look how pretty you are for hyung. This is the prettiest you've ever been.”
Jungkook whined.
“Your ass has taken a bit of abuse tonight, but your mouth is so lonely. Is it jealous? Does it want to be wrecked by a dick too?”
Jungkook inhaled and nodded quickly.
Taehyung chuckled. “Get to it then, baby. Make me come all over that pretty face.”
Jungkook fell to his hands, moaning as the toy probably shifted inside him.
Yoongi moved to the side to get a better view, curling up with a pillow to be comfortable and enjoy the show. With a smirk, he grabbed Jungkook’s phone and started a new video, making sure they were both in the shot before propping the camera up with his arm. He didn’t want to watch this through the screen.
Taehyung unbuttoned his pants and pushed them and his boxers down. His erection bobbed free, and it was just as long as Yoongi was hoping for. It lacked the huge heft of Jungkook’s cock, but would probably reach deeper inside him than almost anyone else that Yoongi had in the past.
Jungkook dove for it, earning himself a sharp tug on his hair and a light slap on his cheek.
“No, no, baby. Didn’t you learn anything from Yoongi-hyung? Slow. Go slow.”
Jungkook whined and pouted, but Taehyung did not relent, and Jungkook huffed. He went forward with his tongue first, around the head and down the shaft. Taehyung murmured praises at him. If it wasn’t for the tense way Jungkook held himself or the constant shivers of pleasure up his skin, Yoongi would have assumed it was just a lazy blowjob.
Taehyung controlled the speed when he finally allowed Jungkook to take him into his mouth. He held him with fingers tangled in his hair, hips moving in a slow wave.
“Come on, baby,” Taehyung said after Jungkook gagged. “I know you can do better than that. You can take more of me.”
Yoongi wasn’t so sure. Taehyung had a long dick.
But Jungkook, Yoongi was learning, wanted to please. He wanted to do well. So he tried. Yoongi watched his body relax, watched his eyes shut and his mouth open.
“Oh, good boy,” Taehyung said, sliding deeper into his mouth. His praises continued and he slowed down, hips rolling almost lazily.
“Let’s try all of it, just once, can you do that, pretty baby?”
Jungkook took a deep breath when Taehyung pulled out. Their eyes met and there was a conversation there, one that had both of them smiling and Yoongi feeling just a little left out. But then Jungkook opened his mouth wide and took Taehyung back into his mouth and throat. Taehyung’s thrusts were slow and deep and Jungkook’s breaths heavy through his nose. Taehyung paused for only a moment and then pushed forward, groaning as he sank deeper, retreating enough for him to breathe and then doing it again and again, until Jungkook’s nose was pressed to his stomach and Taehyung moaned. His hips jerked forward and Jungkook gagged, pulling back with a cough.
“Sorry, baby. God, that felt so good.”
“Again,” Jungkook said, voice raspy.
Taehyung frowned. “No--”
“Again.” Jungkook’s pout was lethal.
Taehyung stared at him for a moment and then said, “Okay, you can try one more time, baby.”
“I can take it.”
“I can’t,” Taehyung whispered, but let Jungkook swallow his cock. It was faster this time, only three thrusts before Taehyung was buried in his throat and instead of jerking forward there, Taehyung pulled back, sliding his dick almost completely out of Jungkook’s mouth before sliding back in, all the way.
Jungkook moaned and his eyes shut, his body sagging, and Yoongi envied him the ability to just give it up like that, to have someone to trust so much to just turn yourself over to them. Yoongi had never done that willingly. Only the threat of physical repercussions had him cooperating enough to choke down a dick.
And Taehyung took advantage of it, sliding deep with every thrust, watching Jungkook’s face in concern even as he fought the pleasure.
Jungkook finally stopped him, but not with anything more than just a tightening of his mouth.
Taehyung grinned down at him, showered him with praises again, and then thrust faster, not as deep or as hard, in and out of his mouth until his body went rigid, head tilted back. He tightened his grip on Jungkook’s hair suddenly, pulled out of his mouth, and stroked himself until he came all over Jungkook’s face.
Yoongi took a deep breath after realizing he’d been holding it, and then picked up the phone to zoom in on Jungkook’s dirty face. He caught Taehyung wiping his dick along Jungkook’s lower lip and moaned.
Both of them looked over at him, Jungkook flushing pink, and Taehyung chuckling. “Did you film us, Darling-kitty?”
“Of course. I didn’t want Jungkook to miss out on the chance of seeing how good he is.”
Jungkook whined and Taehyung smiled down at him. “He was so good. Such a good, pretty baby.”
“Does that mean he gets to come now?” Yoongi asked.
Taehyung laughed. “I guess it does.”
Jungkook moaned in anticipation.
“Do you want me to take the plug out or keep it in?”
“In, keep it in.’
“Why?”
Jungkook blushed almost bright red. “I ... I like how it feels when I clench around it.”
“Okay, sit up. Let me at your dick.”
“Don’t tease,” Jungkook said with a pout.
Taehyung laughed. “Okay, okay, I won’t tease. I guess you’ve been ringed up for long enough.” He looked over at Yoongi. “Wanna help?”
Yoongi bit his lip.
“You don’t have to touch him, just being closer will help.”
Yoongi shuffled forward and curled up against Taehyung’s side when he lifted an arm in invitation. They both looked at Jungkook and he squirmed under their gaze.
“Please,” he whispered.
Taehyung tutted at him. “Hush. We know what you need.” He reached for Jungkook’s dick and stroked him. Jungkook’s mouth fell open, his head tilted back and he whined. Taehyung pumped his dick at a leisurely pace until Yoongi said, “I thought we weren’t teasing him.”
Taehyung laughed. “But it is really fun.”
Jungkook huffed.
Yoongi grinned and reached for him, fingers grazing the lower curve of his pectoral muscle and then sliding up to the hickys. “I do think I could appreciate this view for a long time, though.”
“Same, but let’s make him come instead. He’s gorgeous when he comes.”
And Taehyung was so right.
Taehyung dragged the cock ring up, murmuring at Jungkook’s whimpers. Soft whispers that Yoongi did not hear and did not need to hear. Taehyung was supportive. Comforting. Careful. Loving. He settled a hand on Jungkook’s hip and used the other to stroke him off, his long fingers in a loose curl around his shaft. Almost immediately, he was spurting clear fluid again and his body was shaking and muscles twitching.
“Don’t bite your lip, baby,” Taehyung whispered and leaned forward to kiss him. “We want to hear your sounds. You’re so pretty when you enjoy yourself.”
Jungkook’s head tilted back, his throat taut as he swallowed. Taehyung twisted his wrist and Jungkook pitched forward with a cry. He would have fallen if Yoongi hadn’t been close enough to put a hand on his shoulder to steady him.
Jungkook took more than that hand, an arm going around Yoongi’s waist. He leaned into him while keeping his hips twisted toward Taehyung. His harsh breath puffed against Yoongi’s neck.
“I got you,” Yoongi whispered. “Are you going to come? It’s going to feel so good.”
Jungkook whined between moans, the noise echoed in a full body shiver.
Yoongi couldn’t help it and rubbed himself against Jungkook’s thigh. His spent cock was half hard again and the boxers were an absolute mess.
“Does he need permission?” Yoongi asked.
“No,” Taehyung said, “but he thinks he does. Go on, baby. You can come. You know you don’t need me to tell you to. It’s okay if you come.”
Jungkook moaned in relief. His grip tightened to the point of pain on Yoongi’s side and then he threw his head back, mouth open in a broken, high-pitched whine. Yoongi looked down at his dick, past the sweat-soaked skin of his abs, and just caught sight of the first clump of come that shot from the tip and landed on Taehyung’s pants. Another pump had more, and then more, as Jungkook’s cries got louder and his body shook harder. There was so much of it, all over Taehyung, some splattering on Yoongi, and even more curling around Taehyung’s knuckles and dripping to the bed while Jungkook sagged between them.
“Good boy, good boy,” Taehyung whispered and peppered his face with kisses even as he kept pumping him through the orgasm.
Between the two of them, they lowered Jungkook to the bed. Yoongi smiled with every twitch of Jungkook’s skin, his muscles still spasming from pleasure. Taehyung held his dick firmly, a few more long strokes that had Jungkook whimpering from being too sensitive and the last thick pulse of come that dripped to his skin.
“You were so good,” Taehyung said. “So good.”
Jungkook’s chest heaved with his breathing and he opened an eye to look at Yoongi.
Yoongi smiled and cupped his cheek. “You were so good. So pretty.”
Jungkook’s smile was fleeting and then his eyes shut and he took a heavy breath. Taehyung curled up against his side, ignoring the mess and running his hands up and down Jungkook’s chest. He looked at Yoongi and Yoongi took the hint and moved closer, doing the same firm touches up and down his tense thigh.
“Leg day,” Yoongi whispered.
Taehyung laughed and Jungkook smiled.
“You love it,” Jungkook said, his voice hoarse.
“I love your voice after you’ve had a dick down your throat,” Taehyung said, almost growled, and he leaned down and kissed Jungkook’s lips.
“Good thing I don’t have voice lessons until Saturday,” he said.
“You were whining enough today that it was almost like singing,” Yoongi said.
Taehyung chuckled. They lay in silence for a little while and finally Jungkook’s breathing steadied and his body relaxed.
“Wait with him,” Taehyung whispered and kissed Jungkook’s forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
Jungkook whined when Taehyung left, but Yoongi moved closer to curl up against him. Not that he really minded. He wanted to roll around naked in Jungkook’s come. And he definitely blamed the hybrid part of him for that.
“Okay?” Jungkook whispered.
Yoongi wasn’t sure if he was asking if he was okay or if this whole thing was okay. Didn’t really matter. The answer was the same.
“Yes, baby, everything’s okay.”
Jungkook smiled widely and Yoongi once again had to stop himself from kissing him.
Taehyung returned, mostly naked, just in boxers that did nothing to hide that he was still partially hard. He had a warm wet towel in his hand and he used it to clean up Jungkook’s skin.
“You’re a mess,” Taehyung said and tugged on Yoongi’s come-covered T-shirt.
Yoongi nodded and took the T-shirt off over his head. His hands shook when he stripped out of his boxers, but they’d both seen him naked anyway.
Taehyung smiled at him and held out the towel. “You can do it, or I can.”
Yoongi glanced down at himself and shifted in surprise. “You ... you can do it.”
Taehyung hummed and started cleaning him. He held his breath and jumped at the touch on his arm that was Jungkook.
Jungkook pouted at him, whining low in his throat.
“Stop that,” Taehyung said and smacked his thigh. “Let me get him clean first.”
Jungkook didn’t remove his hand or his pout, but he waited until Taehyung had wiped most of the come from him.
“We’ll have to shower and change the sheets.”
“Cuddle,” Jungkook said.
Taehyung smiled. “I know, baby.” He threw the towels and any errant clothes to the floor, and then he pulled off the blanket and the pillows that had gotten come on them.
Jungkook huffed when Taehyung got up and he pulled at Yoongi, who went willingly, curling up against his side, head tucked under his chin.
“Thank you,” Jungkook whispered and rubbed up and down his back, fingers light against the fur at his tailbone. “Fuck. Thank you.”
Yoongi wasn’t sure what he was being thanked for. And he wasn’t sure what to say in response so he just purred. He was surprised when Taehyung came back and curled up against his back so he was smashed in between them, but he didn’t protest. They were warm and Taehyung had found a clean sheet that he pulled over their bodies.
“My pretty darlings,” Taehyung whispered, lips against Yoongi’s ear.
Yoongi fought back a blush unsuccessfully and buried his face in Jungkook’s neck.
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Touches between them were easier. Yoongi didn’t blush or shy away from their fingers or lips that touched his cheek and shoulders. He gave in to what he wanted and sat in Jungkook’s lap during dinner, accepting food from his chopsticks. When Taehyung pouted in jealousy, Yoongi moved into his lap for a little while.
After dinner, Yoongi’s feet didn’t touch the floor again. He stayed wrapped up in Jungkook’s arms, carried to the couch where they watched a music program and sang along to the cheesy pop songs, and then carried to bed by Taehyung when they were too tired to stay awake.
Yoongi didn’t even worry about curling up between them in the dark. He belonged there, warm and comfortable between them.
When he woke up to the sounds of kissing and whimpering, he didn’t even care. He hated being woken up before he was ready, but when it was to the sight of Taehyung’s head bobbing up and down, and Jungkook’s thick dick disappearing between his lips, well, that was worth waking up for. He meowed in complaint just for show and then snuggled closer to Jungkook.
Jungkook hugged him with one arm, his hand cupping Yoongi’s ass.
“Good morning,” Yoongi whispered before licking at Jungkook’s nipple.
Jungkook gasped and his hips jerked up, gagging Taehyung who pulled off and glared.
“S-sorry, s-sorry.”
Yoongi smiled and kept licking.
“Fuck.”
Taehyung grumbled, but went back to sucking on his dick.
As Jungkook’s moans grew more desperate, Yoongi’s licks turned to sucks and he left purple hickys around Jungkook’s nipple. When he grew a little more daring, he bit down on the curve of muscle.
Jungkook gasped, high and quick, and then moaned as his body shook through his orgasm. Taehyung sucked him through it, cupping his balls with a firm squeeze.
Yoongi pulled away from the bite and smirked, licking at the small punctures from his sharp teeth.
“Fuck, yeah,” Jungkook whispered.
Taehyung leaned over him, a hand tight in his hair and pulled his head back. Jungkook whined and his mouth opened and Taehyung let his come fall into Jungkook’s mouth before kissing him deeply.
Jungkook swallowed his own come through the kiss. When Taehyung pulled away, he smiled down at Jungkook.
“Enjoy your morning snack, love?”
Jungkook nodded. There was a clump of come on the corner of his mouth and Taehyung licked it up and kissed him again.
“You’re so good, baby.”
Jungkook blushed. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Can we ditch classes today?”
Taehyung chuckled. “No. You know we can’t.”
Jungkook made a face. “Yeah, but I can wish. I just want to stay in bed all day.”
Yoongi hummed. “I get to do that.”
Jungkook stuck out his tongue.
Taehyung laughed and kissed both of their cheeks. “It’s time to get up. Who wants coffee?”
“Definitely me,” Jungkook said.
“Not me,” Yoongi said and curled up with a pillow instead of with Jungkook’s arm. “I’m going back to sleep.”
Fingers ruffled through his hair. Yoongi didn’t know whose. He smiled and froze for a moment when lips pressed against his neck and then another pair pressed against the top of an ear.
“Lucky cat,” Jungkook said.
Yoongi’s smile widened. “I’m so lucky,” he whispered, almost hoping they wouldn’t hear. But of course they did and they tackled him and hugged him and cooed at him, and Yoongi’s smile fell and he grumbled as he was petted and snuggled with.
So yeah, it wasn’t horrible, but still. He really really wanted to go back to sleep. Only this was a reasonable reason to not sleep.
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Part 6: Can I Kiss You Yet?
Part 4: You Two Are Gross
Part 3: Spoil My Fun
Part 2: Cold Shower. Ice, Ice Cold.
Part 1: Taehyung Was Going To Kill Him
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