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Pairing: Min Yoongi / Kim Taehyung Genre: fluff-ish smut, crack  Length: 8.6k  "Asshole!" "At least you know your anatomy."

Taehyung stretched his arms out behind him, knocking his knuckles against the shabby oak headboard. He glanced over just as his roommate decided to collapse on the other side of the bed. The drop onto the mattress prompted Yoongi's shaggy-layered hair to fall in front of his eyes, but he quickly swept them out of the way. Noticing he was being watched, Yoongi glared out of the corner of his vision, cynical eyebrow raised in Tae's direction.

"What are you staring at?" He spoke with a smirk and a flash of dark humour in his eyes.

Taehyung squinted at his roommate suspiciously. "Are you in a good mood?"

Yoongi scowled as if it was a trick question.

"Because you can tell me if you are. You don't have to be ashamed." Tae reached over and poked a corner of Yoongi's mouth. "It's my company, isn't it?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes and ignored him, lethargically batting away the hand that continued to badger him. "Stop poking me, idiot. Or I'll go back into my room."

"Oh boohoo," said Taehyung, rolling onto his side, but he did refrain from prodding his roommate further. At least for the time being. "So what do you wanna do?" he asked with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes. "I thought we were watching some dumb movie of yours."

"It's not dumb," Taehyung defended, giving Yoongi’s shoulder one last, daring jab. He did have his movie collection's honour to defend. With a bounce of energy, he bounded up and crawled to the end of the bed to sit, scanning the DVD selection inside his TV stand. He noticed his shirt had ridden up. He tugged it down, absent-mindedly running his hand over the front. "Uh, what did I say we were gonna watch exactly?"

It might as well have been a rhetorical question, however, since Yoongi didn't deem it anything worthy of a response, and Tae didn't much feel like repeating himself. He pushed off the bed and dropped to his knees in front of the cabinet, running his fingers over the different DVDs, ticking away which were appropriate options and which were not. Both of them seemed to be in a good mood, so nothing too dark. Maybe a comedy.

"So, porn. Is that an option?" Taehyung joked, having run his eyes over a couple of his sex movies he was not ashamed to have out in the open.

"I doubt you'd have anything I'd like," Yoongi said matter-of-factly, but Tae could hear the amusement colouring his tone.

"Oh ho. You think so?" Tae looked over his shoulder, eyes gleaming bright with mischief. "I think you'd be surprised."

Yoongi stared at him without blinking for a while and then slowly smirked. "Would I?"

"You wanna?" Tae asked enthusiastically, light-brown eyes widening comically. "When you do that with your face, I can't always tell if you're serious or kidding. It's why you're so fuckin' good at poker."

Yoongi gave a very small shrug of the shoulders, tilting his head almost imperceptibly to the left. He clasped his hands together, placing them on top of his stomach. He sighed when Tae kept looking at him expectantly, face split into a mad grin.

"Fine," Yoongi caved. "Just""

"Make sure there's no tits or pussy in it, right?" Tae commented vulgarly, grabbing his chest in a way that suggested he was going beyond the simple demonstration of a self-exam. Yoongi snorted in derision.

Pulling a face, Taehyung laughed at him unabashedly and went back to scanning their choices, making sure to avoid all the options featuring female genitalia. After another minute of comparing the graphic pictures on the back of two DVDs that had caught his interest, Yoongi spoke softly from behind.

"I'm surprised you have anything like that," he said, half in wonder.

The lines between Taehyung's eyes furrowed. "Why wouldn't I?" He looked over his shoulder again, a single eyebrow raised. "I think I'm offended."

Yoongi stared at him thoughtfully, remaining mute. Taehyung held up the two selections, showing Yoongi the front of the DVDs so he could read the titles. He watched Yoongi glance them over, gaze shifting briefly from left to right.

"Asses on Fire 5?" Yoongi mused.

"I know, right?" Taehyung chuckled, lowering both movies into his lap. "Title's a bit of a turn off, but there's a scene in here I only need to watch half of before I'm--"

Shutting his eyes, Yoongi held up a hand to stop Taehyung before he could elaborate any further about the details of his ejaculatory experiences. "I don't think that's an information I need to know."

"Oh come on. You're no prude, Suga. I've been around when you bring people home."

"You're one to talk," Yoongi shot back, sounding astonishingly defensive. "At least when I bring them home, it's only one at a time." One corner of his lip turned downward. Taehyung always noticed Yoongi did that when he seemed to be in deep thought about something. His roommate then added in a hushed observation, "And at least I always bring home a consistent gender."

Taehyung rolled his eyes dramatically, climbing onto his knees and throwing his arms over the rustled sheets in exasperation. "You're not gonna start that crap again, are you?"

Yoongi frowned, but didn't reply.

"You're such a snobby fag, y'know that, right? It's not like I need some kind of exclusive gay club card if I wanna fuck men on occasion. I do what I want, alright?"

Yoongi shrugged. "I didn't say anything, Taehyung."

Tae cocked his head. "Yeah, but you were thinkin' it. I could tell."

Again, Yoongi shrugged, and Tae dropped the subject.

“Fine. Since there's nothing sexy about a title that implies possible infections, we'll go with this." He brandished the other selection in the air, shaking it a few times, calling attention to the naked men going at each other bareback. "Just remember to stay on your side of the bed as we watch it. I don't want you tryin' anything funny."

As Tae stood, he cracked open the DVD case with a loud pop. He pushed the power button on the DVD player, the black tray for the disc shooting out like a dangerous projectile. Taehyung took the disc already in there from earlier today and set it on the middle shelf to be put back later. With a smirk, he placed the copy of Bareback Mountain 2: "I Wish I Could Quit (Riding) You" into the tray and gave it a gentle nudge with the back of his fingers to make sure it properly closed. As the warnings about piracy and content flashed and the previews for other videos began, Tae took a few steps backward before sending Yoongi a meaningful, cocky look.

Yoongi met his gaze with a smirk. "What? No popcorn?"

"You're getting into this, aren't you?" Taehyung said teasingly, smiling brightly as he chuckled several times. "I can't believe we've never done this before."

He set one knee on the edge of the bed and leaned over, idly tugging on the front of his t-shirt as his right palm ghosted against the soft duvet.

"Are you really that surprised?" Yoongi dryly inquired, still lying complacently in Tae’s bed, looking completely relaxed and unguarded. Somehow, this greatly pleased Taehyung. This is how he liked Yoongi best. When he wasn't being an uptight, workaholic prick.

Taehyung shrugged. "You really want popcorn?" He straightened out and stretched his arm over his head, bending it and rolling his shoulder until it popped. "If you do, I'll make you some."

"Sure," Yoongi said with a single nod, and as he spoke, one of the raunchier previews in the background punctuated Taehyung's accepted offer of snacks with a drawn out moan.

"Heh." Like the songs of a Siren, Taehyung's attention was drawn to the television. He indulged himself in a scene from an upcoming BDSM flick where a naked guy was hogtied and hanging from a thick rope that dangled from the ceiling.

"Tae."

Clumsily walking out of the room backward, Taehyung waved a hand to dismiss his roommate's impatience. "Fine, I'm goin'. Not like I haven't seen all of this before." Still, his eyes were glued to the scene, and he barely managed to prevent himself from tripping over a sneaker turned sideways on the floor. He cursed, but still kept his gaze on the screen. "Don't hit play until I get back," he warned, completely serious about the threat.

"I wouldn't dare," Yoongi replied sarcastically as Taehyung finally stumbled out the doorway and headed for their kitchen.

After spending ten minutes scavenging through the kitchen cabinets like a rabid squirrel on the last day of Autumn, Taehyung had to give up on finding the box of popcorn he'd thought they'd had. There was a good chance he'd either: 1) eaten it all already or 2) he'd never bought any to begin with. However, he did find an open package of Oreos. He tried one out, the black crumbs lining his bottom lip as he chewed. They were a bit soft, but couldn't completely be called stale. Yoongi didn't even really like cookies, but at least it would look good that he made the effort to replace the promised snackage.

He shoved the plastic tray back into the packaging, sauntering down the hallway to his room. Out of habit, he kicked the door closed on the way in and half leapt, half fell onto the empty side of the bed. The TV screen was still set on the preview to the movie as Tae settled the Oreos in between them, licking the residual chocolatey bits off of his fingers with a satisfying pop.

"What happened to the popcorn?" Yoongi asked. He was sitting up, his back against the headboard, eyeing the cookies like they were a pipe bomb he'd just discovered in his mailbox.

"Didn't have any," Taehyung answered as he searched around the sheets for the remote control. He couldn't find it and so he leaned over the side of the bed, lifted up the dust ruffle and found the controller hiding under one of his dumbbells. He got back into position and pressed play as he grabbed for another cookie. Taehyung glanced over at Yoongi and grinned.

"You have chocolate on your teeth."

Taehyung grinned wider and made a show of licking it off with his tongue. "You're just jealous."

Yoongi snorted. "Of what?"

"That these having a better chance of getting inside my mouth than you do." Tae laughed at his own joke, grabbing two of the bed pillows and stuffing them under his head as he lay down.

"You're ridiculous. You know that, right?" Yoongi sneered. Taehyung watched his roommate's face. His expression didn't show him to be nearly as disgusted with the idea as he sounded as dark, intelligent eyes drifted to the television set. Then Tae let his attention fall to the movie, too, occasionally shovelling another cookie into his mouth.

Fifteen minutes into the film, two men in cowboy hats had discarded most of their clothing and managed to fit themselves within a tiny pup tent. Both were rather muscular men with attractive faces. They kissed at first. The one with a goatee and blondish tint to his hair still had a pair of boxers on, but the other, longer-haired man was already reaching inside his partner's shorts to pull out his erection. Even though Taehyung had seen this film several times already, enough that it occasionally skipped from ware, it still managed to have a rather profound effect on him. It seemed as if it had taken him five minutes to eat his last Oreo, slowly nibbling at it until he was just about to bite down on a fingernail. Yoongi had gone so silent, that a couple of times, Taehyung had actually forgotten he was there. He looked over. It took a second, but Yoongi also turned his head and met his gaze.

"Like it so far?" Taehyung asked as a low moan emanated from the television.

Yoongi gave him another long look without saying anything and returned to watching the movie. Taehyung chuckled and grabbed up the remnants of his snacks and set them on the floor. He threaded his fingers together and shoved his hands under his head, watching the man with long brown hair taking the head of the other man's cock into his mouth. They were shallow thrusts at first. Fingers tangled in the man's hair as the guy getting sucked off tried to piston himself deeper.

What had started out as kind of a joke was beginning to make Taehyung slightly... uneasy. It was very much a fact that he could never get even half way through this film without having to masturbate. Not only were the sex scenes hot as hell, but the third scene contained what he would consider to be...a secret fetish of his. He and Yoongi were close, sure, but Taehyung had never quite revealed his one weakness when it came to sex.

"What's with that serious face?"

Taehyung nearly choked but managed to take in a short breath and recover his cool. "Huh?"

Yoongi studied him with a raised eyebrow. "You asked me if I was enjoying it, but now you seem... odd."

Taehyung squinted an eye shut. "What're you talkin' about? It's just hard to enjoy with a bastard like you in my bed."

Okay, weird. Even though he'd said that, that wasn't entirely true at all. Lying about something so stupid had him a bit worried.

"Just shut up and watch the movie, Yoongi. You're distracting me from the good parts."

Yoongi chuckled. A low chuckle. For some reason, it even sounded kind of sultry and flirty. Or maybe that was Tae's imagination? The scene progressed as the man who'd just given the other a blow job began sliding a finger along the other man's crack, the exposed hole now coated in a slick lube as he plunged inside, rhythmically moving his fingers as his partner moved back against them.

"Ah shit," Taehyung said and covered his eyes with his hand only to spread them out and peek through. "I'm such a sucker for a fingering scene, I swear."

Yoongi laughed outright, and Taehyung turned his head and smiled at him.

"Hey Yoongi? Are you a fingering sorta guy?"

Yoongi gave him a condescending look. "A 'fingering sorta guy'?"

Taehyung nodded, setting a hand on his stomach. "Yeah. Some guys don't seem to like it. To be honest... I've, uh, kinda never had it done to me."

Yoongi's mouth parted ever so slightly. "You've never been a bottom?"

Taehyung frowned. "No, of course not. Well, one time "Wait, do you remember that time like three months ago when I went to play pool with Jungkook and came back with that one guy I'd actually met after we almost got into a fist fight in that bar...?"

Yoongi tilted his head to the side. "Vaguely..."

"Well when I brought him back here." Taehyung coughed, having the decency to look slightly embarrassed at the memory since he'd come home late, found Yoongi on the couch reading, then tripped all over himself as he and his... guest... had stumbled into the bedroom. "He kind of just assumed that's how it would go. But afterward, I think he found his decision to be quite enjoyable."

"Uh huh," Yoongi drawled, something flickering in his eyes that Taehyung couldn't quite figure out. It caused the smile on his face to waver.

"I guess that's another reason we could never work out together," Taehyung found himself saying. "We're both pretty dominant kinda guys. Stubborn and all that. Neither of us would wanna give in first."

"Heh."

The once tame moans and grunts coming from the TV had now become something more desperate and primal. The smaller man's ass was up in the air, his partner pounding into him at a sharp angle from above, a hand on his shoulder pressing his face into the floor. The bigger man's balls slapped mercilessly against the other's ass. The man on bottom's ass-cheeks had been stained a bright, flushed red as he met the violent thrusts. Taehyung couldn't help but watch the man's hand begin to jerk off his own cock. It looked so stiff and swollen against his stomach, it couldn't help but send a few tingles to Tae's own groin. But though he hadn't exactly meant to get a hard on while watching this with Yoongi, he should've considered it a possibility. Not to say Yoongi had never seen him with an erection anyway considering how long they'd known each other.

Hell, he'd walk out into the kitchen with morning wood all the time, grab some cereal, and then go back into his room to work on getting rid of it. But the warmth, the proximity of another body in his bed... made it... different. As he thought more and more about it, watching the man on bottom climax onto the tent floor only to be rolled over onto his back as his partner came on his chest with a pained grunt, he'd become perfectly aware of how quiet he and his roommate had become. Taehyung squirmed, having the intense desire to sneak a glance at Yoongi, but if he did, his roommate would probably call him on the flush no doubt apparent on his cheeks by now.

The first scene came to an end, and the second one began. Since both "actors" were clothed and sizing each other up, Taehyung had time to relax himself for a brief few seconds. However, he nearly jumped when something brushed against his bare arm.

"What are you doing?" He nearly shrieked, calming his voice at the last second. He raised himself on an elbow and glared at Yoongi.

"Um. Changing positions?" Yoongi answered as his eyes shifted across Tae's face.

"Oh..."

"I thought you wanted to watch this..." Yoongi said slowly.

"Watch what?" Taehyung asked obliviously.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "The movie. The next scene is starting..."

"Oh... yeah. This scene isn't even my favourite anyway. I like the third one."

"Ah." Yoongi rested his forearm atop his forehead. The movement made his black shirt ride up ever so slightly, revealing the top of a dark trail of hair.

Taehyung stared at it briefly, then realizing what he was doing, he looked up into Yoongi's face. Yoongi stared right back, an eyebrow raised in obvious amusement. Taehyung laughed sheepishly and scratched at the back of his neck, tangling his fingers in the fine brown hair at the nape.

"Heh."

Yoongi drew himself up onto his elbows, having been lying down on his back since the middle of the first scene. "So why is it you enjoy the third scene so much? Should we skip ahead?" He grabbed for the remote, which was placed between them, and hit the skip button.

Taehyung tried to make a quick attempt to swipe it out of his roommate's hands. "No, no, don't do that!" He practically tackled Yoongi trying to wrestle it from him. Yoongi pushed him back, pressing a hand firmly to Tae's chest.

"What's with you?" Yoongi asked. Taehyung's gaze dropped to the hand pressed to his chest and then to his roommate's face.

"It's just... this is the scene that really turns me on! I don't wanna watch it with you!"

Yoongi stared a moment, then the corner of his mouth lifted. "And why not?"

"Well. For starter's, um, 9 and a half out of ten times that I watch this, I get hard. Having you in my bed will make it difficult to take care of."

"Do I make you self conscious?" Yoongi inquired in a husked, teasing voice.

"Of course not!" Taehyung said, flustered. "If you wanna see me jerk off in front of you, then be my guest, but at least I warned you beforehand of what to expect."

Yoongi spoke sarcastically, "How very gracious of you, Tae." Then he looked at Taehyung seriously. "Who says I'd mind?"

Taehyung's eyes bulged out of his head, his subconscious already recognizing the corny music drifting his way from the TV. "You've got to be joking. Ew, Yoongi. We've lived with each other for like two years, and yeah, maybe one time you walked in on me in the bathroom, and yeah, there was that time I forgot to take that tape of me with those Swiss twins out of the VCR when you were trying to record that episode of House, but... we... I... you..." Taehyung faltered.

Yoongi fell back onto the bed. "I was... kidding."

"Oh... oh right." Taehyung forced a laugh. "Yeah, yeah. Uh, me too." Embarrassed for making such a stupid big deal about it, Tae slinked back down into the bed. His own hand accidentally rubbed against the top of his thigh, and he flinched.

"So what's so great about this scene again?" Yoongi asked, the neutrality of his tone somehow calming.

"It's... what they say," Taehyung replied ambiguously, shifting into a more comfortable position.

" 'What they say'?" Yoongi repeated.

"Yeah... I have this thing about dirty talk. Yeah, the scene starts off kinda nice and slow like this, but once the clothes come off and they're in bed... I just... I mean... yeah the sex is hot, but, guh..." he rambled.

"Interesting."

"I once dated this girl in college. Her name was... ah, shit, I actually don't remember her name, but she had a filthy mouth and could go for hours. But to be funny, when, you know, she wanted me to cum more quickly, she'd lean over and say the dirtiest shit in my ear, and I swear it was over two seconds later... Lousy kisser though."

Yoongi's lips thinned. "Thanks for sharing."

Taehyung nodded. "No problem."

They were at the part in the third scene where the clothes were starting to come off. Both of the men appeared to be in their early 20s. They could've passed for frat brothers, and maybe they were. One had apparently shaved his head though, and a small silver hoop dangled from his left ear. He had the tiniest bit of chest hair, while the other man didn't seem to have hair anywhere but on his head. Even his balls were hairless, and he was tan, but there wasn't a single tanline on his body. He was the one with the dirty mouth, too. Taehyung was trying to tune him out since he was already starting to tell the other man what he wanted him to do. Although, it didn't really look as if that bald Marine-looking guy needed explicit directions.

Taehyung grabbed a pillow behind his head and growled, shoving it over his face so that he wouldn't have to hear it, but suddenly it was pulled off of him and thrown on the floor. Yoongi was leaning over him, his long bangs swaying in front of his face as he peered at Taehyung.

"Why was she such a lousy kisser?" Yoongi asked.

Taehyung swallowed. "Too much tongue."

"Ah." Yoongi breathed a charming chuckle. "You don't like tongue?"

"Um..."

"Show me?" Yoongi leaned over further, pressing his hand down on Taehyung's chest.

"Are you serious?" Tae asked, squirming onto his elbows. He searched Yoongi's face for an answer when there was none that seemed to be forthcoming. "Why?"

"If you don't want to..." Yoongi began to pull away, but Taehyung grabbed him by the front of the shirt.

"I didn't say that," Tae replied, tugging his roommate closer. He smirked. "I just didn't want to take advantage of you while you're vulnerable."

"You think I'm vulnerable now?" Yoongi returned the smirk. "I think I'm the one in control."

"Uh huh. Sure you are, bastard." Pushing himself up, he pressed his lips to Yoongi's, feeling the other man's mouth part at the contact. One of them murmured into the kiss. Yoongi moved on top of him, and Taehyung slid his fingers into his roommate's hair. He smiled as he started breathing through his nose, parting his legs so that Yoongi could slide between them. He took in a sharp breath when Yoongi's warm hand slid under his shirt and skimmed across his stomach. Yoongi laughed softly at the reaction. He nipped at Taehyung's bottom lip gently and nudged Tae's cheek with his nose. The porno on in the background was an erotic chorus to their making out. The denim of their jeans rustled as they both shifted. Yoongi stroked Taehyung's cheek with a finger and then let it glide across a cheekbone. Taehyung's hand ran in absent circles over Yoongi's lower back, touching the skin above the waistband with his fingertips.

"Actually," Taehyung said, licking his lips as bright eyes stared up at Yoongi with good humour, "I do like tongue. Just not a lot of it. No one likes to be slobbered on."

Yoongi smirked. "Shall we test it out? See how much is a good enough amount of tongue?"

"I think I've moved past the stage of experimenting," Taehyung joked. He pushed away Yoongi's bangs, tucking them behind his ear. Then he sighed as Yoongi angled his head. "This feels good. How come we haven't done this before?"

Yoongi gazed at him thoughtfully. "For starters. You're unreliable."

"Unreliable!?" Taehyung squawked and tried to sit up, but Yoongi held him down.

"You were supposed to get popcorn and ended up bringing Oreos. Now you taste like chocolate."

"Pft. You know I'm one of your most reliable friends. Don't give me that bullshit. Because we get along so well is why we live together, asshole." Taehyung once again tried to sit up, but Yoongi held him firmly down and placed a kiss to his chin. Immediately, Taehyung felt calmed by it, though he squirmed one more time for the show. "Hmph."

"I don't think that's the real reason why nothing has ever happened between us before."

"Nah, probably not," Taehyung said, but gasped when he felt Yoongi's mouth at his neck, licking lightly at first and then sucking right where he could feel his own pulse. "Ngh. Of course you would be good at this. Aah..." At the back of his mind, though his eyes had shut of their own accord, he could hear that the scene had become more heated. But all his focus seemed to be on the lips at his throat. The teeth that nipped at his skin. The fingers that tugged at the collar of his shirt and kissed at his collarbone. Taehyung drew his knees up slightly, his thighs rubbing against Yoongi's hips.

"Is it because we fight so much?" Taehyung asked, tilting his head when Yoongi started to attack the other side of his neck.

"I like fighting with you," Yoongi breathed.

"Hmm..." He shifted again, glancing over Yoongi's shoulder to view the TV. Yoongi huffed and leaned up, also glancing behind as Hairless Guy was busy riding Baldy backwards, telling him how much he loved "that huge hard cock inside him. Fucking him hard and making it feel so... ah... yes... good."

Yoongi looked down into Taehyung's face again, sighing. But he smiled. Tae grinned in exchange.

"I lied about bottoming by the way," Taehyung admitted with a shrug.

"I figured."

"Huh? How?" Taehyung urged him to lie on top of his body again, and Yoongi did so, fitting snuggly between his legs. "I mean, I've only bottomed twice, but I didn't like it. You switch though, right?"

"Not a lot, no," Yoongi answered frankly, a very firm line set in his brow. "Sit up for a second."

Yoongi gave him room to sit, but only for long enough that Taehyung's t-shirt could be ripped off over his head and tossed against the window, where it caused the drawn blinds to sway. Taehyung helped Yoongi out of his shirt. He balled it up for him and threw it toward the foot of the bed. When they came together, it was skin against skin. It wasn't entirely odd to be exploring Yoongi’s chest with his hands. Yoongi who he'd known for years and years. Who he'd lived with and had never really considered kissing let alone screwing. Okay, well barring drunken nights where with the right lighting, Yoongi was very pretty. Okay. So Yoongi was really attractive, really smart, and also really funny, but Taehyung had never wanted to ruin their friendship by crossing some kind of line.

"This is okay, right?" Taehyung asked. It felt right. But he wanted to make sure it felt right to Yoongi.

Yoongi leaned in, his bangs hanging, the very tips touching Taehyung's cheek. "This is right," he said against Taehyung's mouth and kissed him. Slowly this time.

Yoongi's hands went to either side of Taehyung's head, and he shifted his hips, moving them against Taehyung's in a drawn out, downward movement. Taehyung's lips parted in a quiet gasp, giving Yoongi's tongue enough room to sneak inside. Sparks ignited all over Tae’s skin at this new sensation. His legs automatically moved to lock around Yoongi's waist.

There was nothing hurried about their kissing. Their tongues overlapped one another until Taehyung tugged Yoongi by the hair, drawing their faces apart but only so Taehyung could suck on Yoongi's tongue, coaxing it back into his own mouth where it started all over again. Except now their hips were grinding, and Tae's toes were curling and flexing. He'd never been with anyone who kissed as good as Yoongi did, and as they both came up for air, he told him so.

Yoongi appeared cocky after that, but it looked good on him, so Taehyung didn't mind. In fact, he smiled quite genuinely.

"You know," Yoongi began. "Just because you picked a couple sloppy fucks, doesn't mean it can't feel good." At the emphasis on the word 'good,' he pressed his hips harder against Taehyung's.

Taehyung bit at Yoongi's shoulder. "Why does it matter if you already switch anyway?"

Yoongi frowned, and Taehyung prodded him in the ribs. He squinted suspiciously. "You do care, don't you? You wanna fuck me!" He said it like it was some great epiphany, but he could genuinely see it in the way Yoongi was looking at him. Like he was determined or something, but Taehyung couldn't completely piece it altogether.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes moodily, "I thought we already established that, and that's how we got to this point."

"Well yeah," Taehyung said, almost finding the noises coming from behind them humorous, "But it's important to you that you be the one fucking me, huh? Is it 'cause it's me or 'cause it would be our first time, and you need to, like, assert your dominance? 'Cause what? If I fuck you... you'd mope around the apartment thinking I'd brag about it? What's the deal. Explain."

"Oh yes. Good to see you know me so well," Yoongi commented caustically, but as an apology, Tae nipped at his jawline. He slid his hand along Yoongi's spine, not really wanting to fight. He couldn't help his curiosity though. It was so easy to tell when there was something Yoongi wanted. It's not that Taehyung was completely opposed to bottoming. Even if his first experiences with it hadn't been amazing. But it wasn't much of a guess to conclude Yoongi would be very good at it. There wasn't much Yoongi  was not amazing at, but that's not to say he wouldn't have a good time if Tae fucked him.

"I believe you're putting too much thought into it," Yoongi observed. He traced the shell of Taehyung's ear with his thumb. Tae moved into the gesture, almost purring at the unexpected tenderness of it.

"Am I?" Taehyung smirked.

Yoongi bit down on the soft shell of his ear while a palm skirted over Taehyung's right nipple.

"You just want me to say the things you want to hear, maybe?" Yoongi inquired with a lift of an eyebrow. His eyes shifted away from Taehyung's face, and a small sneer appeared on his swollen lips. "Like that girl did." Was it just Taehyung... or did Yoongi somehow seem jealous?

"What girl?" he asked to be cheeky. "Oh, oh, of course. That girl. There've been so many after all..."

Yoongi narrowed his eyes, and Taehyung's nipple took the punishment for that comment by being pinched viciously between his roommate's fingers.

"Dirty talk, right? It's your weakness?" Yoongi asked, releasing the abused nipple only to slide down and lick it with the tip of his tongue. Taehyung watched with heavy-lidded eyes as it disappeared inside Yoongi's mouth. The other man sucked, cheeks hallowing, and Taehyung's back arched up off of the bed.

"Yoongi..." he half-moaned. Yoongi looked up while giving another quick suck. Taehyung had learned his lesson. Yoongi laid against his side as Taehyung studied his face, the movie having gone onto the fourth scene a while ago. "Did I say that?" he asked, now that he could speak with a steady voice.

Yoongi laid back down on top of him. Taehyung's arms wrapped around his shoulders as Yoongi spoke in the sexiest voice he'd ever heard, right into his ear.

"You'll let me fuck you if I make you want it."

Taehyung shivered and bit the corner of his mouth. "That's kind of a one-sided deal," he whispered in low tones. "If you don't want me to fuck you, just say so--" Yoongi's hand quickly moved to cover his mouth as he was shushed.

"You'll want it, Tae. Trust me." The hand was removed from his mouth. "Didn't you tell me all of that because you want me to know what turns you on?"

"No," Taehyung answered stubbornly, though his traitorous hips took that moment to want to roll against Yoongi's.

"Uh huh," Yoongi chuckled, his hands moving to Taehyung's belt buckle. In a daze, Taehyung's hands moved, too, zeroing in on Yoongi's belt, quickly undoing it. With a vulpine-like grin, he unsheathed it like a whip from the loops and made a show of dropping it to the floor. Yoongi didn't bother removing his all the way. He simply unhooked the button and drew Taehyung's zipper down, cupping the bulge with his hand. They watched one another as Taehyung rocked into it, and Yoongi started tugging the jeans until they reached Taehyung's knees.

"Figures you'd have to be good at everything," Taehyung sighed, hips rocking in measured movements. He started to unfasten Yoongi's pants, fingers getting a brief chance to run through that dark patch of hair he'd seen earlier. Taehyung's hands slid along Yoongi's chest, his shoulders and then down his muscled arms. Yoongi shifted, sitting up. He hooked his finger in the loops of Taehyung's jeans and pulled them the rest of the way off while on his knees. He threw them in the direction of the foot of the bed. Taehyung sat up, kissing Yoongi's stomach and up the centre of his chest as he began helping his roommate out of his jeans. They shared playful kisses, having a hard time of getting the jeans off because they were too busy touching each other anywhere there hands could reach. Once their mission was accomplished, Taehyung lay down again, kicking the sheets and duvet away from them.

"You haven't said anything dirty for a while," Taehyung mused. Yoongi was just about to lie on top of him again when he stopped and smirked. His head was very close to Taehyung's crotch. Yoongi mouthed the erection, and Taehyung momentarily lost a couple mental functions.

"I thought that was supposed to happen when I'm ready for you to cum?" He tugged down Taehyung's boxers. Slowly. Taehyung watched their progress as they passed his knees, his shins, and then, finally, off his feet. He wiggled his toes as Yoongi returned to him, his hand brushing along the inside of Taehyung's leg. Up his thigh, and just barely missing the side of his cock, which was already hard and stiff against his stomach.

"Well if you talk like that, it won't take very long at all," Taehyung sighed as Yoongi pressed his mouth to the indent of muscle right below his hip. As Yoongi moved up his body, he grabbed for Taehyung's shaft, stroking him as he moved in for another kiss. Gratefully, Taehyung moaned into it, twisting and gyrating into Yoongi's skilled hand. He could already feel pre-cum oozing from the tip. Yoongi gathered it between his thumb and forefinger and began spreading it over the length.

Taehyung's head fell back against the pillow, and his eyes rolled to the ceiling. "God. I should’ve asked you to watch porn with me so much earlier than this."

Yoongi smirked and clamped down on Taehyung's nipple, still stroking and pulling him as Taehyung continued to groan in appreciation. "Ugh. I've never met anyone who gives a handjob half as good as you, and I went to a Catholic high school."

Yoongi laughed lightly, removing his mouth from the nipple. Taehyung grinned at him and brushed his bangs out of the way so that he could see his roommate's smile. Yoongi swooped in and captured his mouth in a searing kiss, squeezing at the base of Taehyung's cock as their lips met. Yoongi stroked and squeezed his way back to the head, where, just as he flicked his finger across the slit, he snaked his tongue inside Taehyung's mouth. If Taehyung didn't have such amazing stamina and will, he might've cum right then. Yoongi's sweaty skin stuck to his, and the pungent smell of their musk wafted into his nose. The hand on his cock became more rough and aggressive in its movements. Yoongi wouldn't leave his lips alone. Taehyung grunted and groaned inside Yoongi's mouth. He could feel Yoongi's hard shaft against his thigh, pressing urgently.

Their kiss broke apart with a loud smack, a thin string of saliva snapping as Yoongi moved away from him to get on his knees.

"Do you always talk this much during sex, Tae?" Yoongi asked, tugging and pulling on himself, staring at Taehyung with a smug smirk.

"I get it, I get it," Taehyung said as he got onto all fours. He covered Yoongi's hand with his and got to his knees. Their hands moved in tandem between their bodies, their lips coming together in a softer kiss than before. Taehyung's unoccupied hand cupped the side of Yoongi's face, then slid to the back of his neck to pull him into a deeper kiss. Yoongi nibbled at his bottom lip, and Taehyung smiled. "Fine. I'll find something to preoccupy my mouth with then so you can have some peace."

"That's more like it," Yoongi said. Taehyung got down on his hands and knees and took Yoongi into his mouth, laving over the head with pleasure, because, unlike a lot of people, he actually liked giving blow jobs. He sucked at first, making slurping noises as pre-cum leaked out of the tip and coated his lips. He tasted it on his tongue, finding it spicy, but with the hint of something...sweet. Like citrus. He held the base of Yoongi's cock with one hand while balancing himself by pressing the other against Yoongi's firm thigh. Yoongi was already thrusting shallowly, calling to mind images of the earlier scenes of the movie, which by the sound of it, had come to the fifth and final scene.

His hand slid up Yoongi's thigh to fondle his sac. Yoongi must have a thing for that because he let out a loud grunt as Taehyung tugged at his balls. Taehyung hallowed his cheeks more, bringing in his lips and widening his mouth as much as he could. Yoongi was a bit thicker than he'd imagined, and it had been a while since Taehyung had done this. He slid his tongue along the bottom, following the line of a vein. His hand went around to grab at an asscheek while the other went to Yoongi's left hip so that he might be able to control how quick and deep the thrusts could go. Taehyung edged forward, swallowing more until the head of Yoongi's cock was pushing toward the back of his throat. He would've been content to have Yoongi cum in his mouth, but before he could make another false-swallow he was tugged by the hair.

Taehyung's eyes were half lidded as Yoongi pulled him up and embraced him. Yoongi bit at his lips, seemingly sucking the taste of himself off of Taehyung's mouth, licking the corners like it turned him on that his scent was all over Taehyung's skin. Taehyung laughed at the show of possessiveness. Yoongi snorted.

"I never would've thought someone like you would be so good at giving head," Yoongi teased.

"C'mon, Yoongi." Taehyung tilted his head and gave an arrogant smirk. "What'm I not good at?"

Yoongi opened his mouth to respond.

"Shut up. That was rhetorical."

"Shut up, huh?" Yoongi said, running his hands down Taehyung's naked sides and then over his ass, where on its way back up, one hand took a detour by way of his crack. Two fingers brazenly slid across his hole and Taehyung jumped.

"Asshole!"

"At least you know your anatomy."

Taehyung couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm going to have to find another way to preoccupy your mouth, I think," Yoongi sighed and then roughly shoved Taehyung onto his back, his head safely meeting the pillows instead of the wood of the headboard. Taehyung scowled up at him.

Yoongi didn’t blink an eye. "Where are your condoms?"

"Uh, actually..."

Yoongi arched an eyebrow.

"I used the last one a couple weeks ago. But, I mean..." His hand fidgeted on top of his stomach. He shook it out and let it fall to his hip as Yoongi crawled in between his legs. "I'm... clean."

"Hm." Yoongi batted his hair away and huffed.

"Does that mean you're...?"

Yoongi spread his legs further apart with his hands and laid down on top of Taehyung. Their cocks rubbed against one another. Taehyung shuddered and grit his teeth. Yoongi's breath was warm against his ear. He rested his hand on the small of Yoongi's back.

"If we're going to do this," Yoongi spoke against the side of his throat, kissing him right underneath his jaw. "For the first time... I want to be the one fucking you."

Taehyung started to retort, but Yoongi bit at the juncture between neck and shoulder painfully.

 "Let me finish," Yoongi scolded, kissing the spot he'd abused. "Not because I want to prove to you I'm the dominant one." His hand smoothed along Taehyung's side and hooked under Taehyung's left knee. "Not because I don't trust you to fuck me, and certainly not because I think I wouldn't enjoy that..."

Taehyung swallowed as the arm hooking under his leg bent him further in half, exposing himself more to Yoongi's eyes.

"Then why?" Taehyung managed to ask as another arm snaked under his right knee. Yoongi heaved forward and pushed him down fiercely. Taehyung gasped but loved the strong hands and fingers digging against his skin. The hard body weighted on top of him. The feel of his cock as it pressed against Yoongi's belly. It was deliciously perfect as all his muscles began tensing in preparation, though he was meaning to relax certain other muscles. He evened out his breathing as Yoongi continued, speaking into his ear.

"Because I want you," Yoongi answered. "I want you first, and I know you'll let me have what I want."

Taehyung tried to scowl. "You're awfully confident there..."

Yoongi pressed forward and suddenly Taehyung's hips were nearly in the air.

"Oh that's right," Yoongi drawled as he slipped two fingers inside his own mouth. "You're a 'fingering type of guy,' aren't you, Taehyung?"

"No, ah, I just said I liked--" He was cut off as Yoongi's middle finger slid inside him. It's not like he hadn't ever experienced that before. Maybe not frequently, and no, he hadn't particularly enjoyed it those times, but something about it being Yoongi made it different. That arrogant smirk on his lips as he pulled out his finger only to slide two more in as Taehyung clenched around him and ground his teeth. Of course, that body and that face. Taehyung had always found Yoongi attractive. Yoongi was beautiful to him in a lot of ways, which is why this felt so damn good when it usually felt anything but. Taehyung forced himself to relax the ring of muscles surrounding Yoongi's fingers. He only squirmed a little as Yoongi laid a sloppy kiss to the inside of his thigh and then the tip of his cock. Taehyung mewled and panted. Yoongi slid his fingers out. Taehyung's legs hung limply over Yoongi's thighs until Taehyung was viciously bent in half again.

Yoongi pressed the head of his cock against Taehyung's hole, his expression set in concentration as he pushed forward while using one hand to pull Taehyung toward him.

"Shit," Taehyung gritted as the head started to push inside. He cracked open his eyes to watch Yoongi's face. His stomach muscles were quivering, and his black hair stuck to his cheeks with perspiration. Taehyung lifted a hand to unstick it and hold the fringes back behind Yoongi's ear. Yoongi grunted, yanking Taehyung by the thigh, and suddenly he was sheathed inside. Taehyung exhaled sharply. His hand fell from Yoongi's cheek at the intrusion to grip at a shoulder. He could feel Yoongi pulsing inside him, and he was surprised at how his chest seemed to swell with a million emotions at once, all of which he'd never been expecting.

"Yoongi..." was all he could say, hoping to express everything he felt in the name. Yoongi grunted and gave a jerky thrust. Now he was completely in, their chests pressed together, Taehyung's length trapped between their bodies. Yoongi's stomach rubbed against it every now and again as he began moving. Yoongi nuzzled Taehyung's throat.

"I know," Yoongi said as his hips began to move more urgently, "I know..."

The movie had gone dead, the screen a dull black in the background, but their own grunts and groans and moans of pleasure began to fill the room. The bed rocked, the headboard banging against the wall. Sweat dripped down Taehyung's hairline and along his cheek. Yoongi lifted himself and licked it off before it could make an escape along the path of Taehyung's jaw. Their bodies slid together easily, like Yoongi was a perfect fit.

"If you weren't so goddamn tight, I think we could make this last longer," Yoongi said in broken pants against Taehyung's neck. Taehyung answered with a strained smile as he rocked his hips up and squeezed a hand between their bodies to begin stroking himself.

"I can't help it if I'm the type to give more than I take," Taehyung smirked only to moan as Yoongi shifted a little to the side and angled his thrust upward. Yoongi grinned, apparently having noticed the sharp change in expression. He hit it again and again repeatedly until Taehyung couldn't create a single coherent word, which may or may not have been Yoongi's plan to begin with.

Yoongi continued to jab and pound into him. Taehyung had a hard time keeping a rhythm with his hand every time Yoongi plunged deeper, trying out different angles only to come back and hit that spot, taking pleasure in the way Taehyung cried out every time, clawing at Yoongi's shoulder blade.

"Yes, yes, yes," Taehyung chanted as the bed thudded into the wall, no doubt leaving dents and scratches already.

Yoongi didn't stop. He pressed himself to Taehyung, pushing Taehyung's hand away so he could wrap his own around Taehyung's length. He pumped him while moving deep inside him; Taehyung was at a loss for words.

 "I suppose this means you're close, right?" Yoongi whispered into his ear, licking the soft shell.

Taehyung could only twist his head, eyes widening a tiny fraction. "Don't..." he warned half-heartedly, squeezing around Yoongi's cock as a reprimand.

"I thought you said this is what you liked?" Yoongi replied, this time licking a stripe up Taehyung's cheek. Taehyung groaned and squirmed underneath Yoongi, feeling trapped between the man fucking him and the hand fisting his leaking, swollen erection.

"Nod if you're close to cumming," Yoongi commanded.

Taehyung nodded, biting his lip. Yoongi gazed down at him. He lowered his head and licked the seam of Taehyung's mouth seductively, teasing his lips open. Outside their mouths, their tongues touched. Taehyung's balls began to tighten, muscles clamping tightly around Yoongi. Yoongi groaned but kept on pummelling Taehyung into the mattress.

"Hn. Is this how you imagined it, Taehyung? Me buried deep inside you. Fucking you. Loving you. Riding you so hard you can't even speak any longer."

Taehyung's eyes were glazed. He could barely see. He could only hear the sound of Yoongi's voice near his ear and the throbbing sensation of the cock inside his ass, pulsing hot and urgent. Yoongi kissed him hard. Desperate and close, Taehyung pushed Yoongi's hand away and began pumping himself in earnest. Yoongi braced his arm on the mattress and yanked Taehyung's legs up until his knees were on either side of his head.

Yoongi's mouth was against his ear, the sensation of his orgasm right near the edge. If he could reach out a hand and touch it, it'd be right, fucking, there. The chants came again, like a mantra. "Yes, Yoongi, yes, yes, Yoongi, yes..."

"That's it, Tae." Yoongi kissed the side of his throat. "Say my name. Say it because I'm the one that's gonna make you cum, say it and beg for it like you know you want to."

Taehyung's back arched off the bed. "Fuck, yes, Yoongi. Make me cum. Fuck me. Please. Yes."

Yoongi drove into him with one final thrust as Taehyung's body shuddered with an orgasm so intense he had no idea when he stopped pumping himself. He felt it as the cum spurted out against his and Yoongi's stomach. Seconds later, there was a pain at his shoulder as Yoongi bit down and came inside him. The feeling warm and pleasurable as Taehyung's body continued to convulse and spasm. Their breathing was loud. Like both of them had just finished a Triathlon. Yoongi had slumped over, trying to hold himself up with one arm so he didn't completely crush Taehyung. Taehyung shook his head and looked into Yoongi's face, grinning tiredly. Yoongi leaned in, releasing Taehyung's legs as they kissed each other. Yoongi was tracing circles on Taehyung's hip as Taehyung traced circles along the back of Yoongi's shoulder.

Yoongi smirked. "Guess you really do have a weakness for dirty talk after all."

Taehyung let out a sharp bark of laughter. "Ah well, so long as it's you I suppose it's okay if you know my one weakness."

"Mmhmm," Yoongi murmured and pulled himself out of Taehyung. He rolled off and onto his back, their fingers brushing between their bodies.

"You're right though," Taehyung mused aloud, watching the ceiling. "It really can be good if you find the right person."

"Hn."

"Guess that means the search will have to continue," Taehyung commented. Yoongi retaliated by slamming a pillow down onto Taehyung's face. Taehyung laughed loudly and pushed it off, glancing at his roommate out of the corner of his eye. Yoongi wore a soft smile. He reached over and brushed Taehyung's bangs out of his eyes. Yoongi looked like he had something he wanted to say. The side of his mouth twitched, and his eyes kept shifting back and forth, but nothing followed. Taehyung got it though and understood. He doubted he could articulate it either. Instead, he laid his hand on Yoongi's chest. Over his heart.

"I know," he said. "I get it."

Yoongi nodded at him, rolled over, and kissed Taehyung on the lips before falling back onto the mattress. "Of all people. I figured you would."

Taehyung grinned.