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To put it lightly: Yoongi is exhausted. He’s spent the better part of two months in his studio trying to get his solo album finished and, for as much progress as he’s made, he’s also lost sleep. When he does lay down, he either can’t fall asleep or he falls asleep but can’t stay asleep. 

“Sounds like you’re stressed,” Hobi says when Yoongi flops down onto the leather couch in Hobi’s studio. He lets out a groan that’s instantly absorbed by the soundproofed walls.

“You could say that again,” he puts one of Hobi’s pillows underneath his head and closes his eyes. 

“Have you tried meds or breathing techniques or anything to help?” Hobi asks, closing out of the editing program he’d been working in and opens his email. 

“Meds make me grumpier than normal and breathing techniques just make me dizzy,” Yoongi whines.

“What about jerking off?”

Yoongi huffs, “Tried that too. It’s great until I have to crawl out of bed to clean myself up though.” Silence permeates Yoongi’s mind and he listens to Hobi tapping away on his keyboard and humming a little tune that resonates in his chest.  

“Fair. That always wakes me up too,” Hobi says nonchalantly. “You do realize any one of us would help you out, right?”

“Excuse me?”

“We’d all be willing to give you a little hand,” Hobi chuckles, turning around in his chair to face Yoongi. “It’s not like we haven’t all messed around with each other before. It’s just been less consistent since we don’t live in the dorms together anymore.”

Yoongi sighs and covers his face with his arms. He has been a bit touch starved as of late, but he’s been too nervous to say anything to anyone. He knows they won’t judge him. He knows Hobi is right, that any one of them would be more than happy to spend some quality time with him. He just...it just seems like a lot to ask. Not necessarily a lot to ask of them, but a lot to ask of himself. He doesn’t have the energy to really participate and he worries they’d think he was being selfish if he asked to simply be taken care of. 

“But you know how much I love making everyone else feel good. I just don’t have that kind of energy,” he argues. 

“Okay and? D’you think that’s going to deter any of us?” Hobi chuckles. ”None of us ever really care if we get off. You already do so much for us. Let us make you feel good for once.” Hobi gets up from his chair and sits down next to Yoongi’s chest. He brushes a hand through Yoongi’s long hair and Yoongi’s heart beats a little too fast for its own good. “Hyung, do you know what somnophilia is?”

Yoongi nods. He knows very well what it is. Knows very well that he’s wanted to try it…

“Would you be open to trying that? Someone would already be over at your place, probably snuggling you to sleep which, we all know you sleep better that way even if you complain about being too hot. They’d clean you up. You wouldn’t have to do anything but be the pretty, sleepy little pillow princess that you deserve to be.” He pinches Yoongi’s cheek fondly.

“Hoba,” Yoongi whines with embarrassment, turning his face away. 

“Just think about it. Let me know. I’ll swing by,” Hobi winks at him and goes back to his chair to keep working. 

It takes two weeks for Yoongi to text Hobi with a sheepish request to come help. Two weeks of staying in the studio so long he’s forgotten what the sun feels like. He’s also pretty sure his memory foam mattress has zero memories of his body. Which probably explains why he’s so damn uncomfortable. It’s too cold and he’s too alone and he’s a little too horny. 

He throws all hesitation out the window and texts Hobi. Not more than twenty minutes later, Hobi slips into bed with him. Instantly, Yoongi is grateful for the company more than anything else. He’d seen Jimin once and Namjoon twice over the last ninety something hours and that was it. (And one of those times was just him catching a glimpse of Namjoon working out in the gym.)

“You okay, baby?” Hobi asks, curling his body around Yoongi’s and nuzzling into his hair.

“Can’t sleep.”

“It’s okay. I’m here. Close your eyes, yeah?”

Yoongi takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He turns himself to face Hobi, burrowing his face into his neck and inhaling the soft vanilla scent that Jungkook harps on and on about. Eventually, he drifts off to sleep.

When Hobi had received Yoongi’s text, he’d backed up his current progress so quickly that he had to question if he’d had some sort of telepathy where he knew tonight would be the night. He threw on his sweatshirt, grabbed his keys, and bolted down the steps because the elevator was taking too long. 

Yoongi’s apartment was so quiet that Hobi wondered if he’d already fallen asleep. But the quiet rustling of the duvet and Yoongi’s mop of hair turning to face the opened bedroom door let Hobi know he was just in time. 

Hobi wakes up a couple of hours later to Yoongi twitching wildly and whimpering in his sleep. At first, he isn’t sure what to do but when he rests a warm hand on Yoongi’s shoulder it seems to calm him down. What strikes Hobi is how hard he got just from hearing Yoongi’s soft whines and how relaxed the other became with one touch. It occurs to Hobi that this could be exactly the right circumstance to explore if whether or not he can actually fuck Yoongi while he’s still asleep. 

Reaching his hand into his own sleep shorts, Hobi strokes himself to full hardness. He listens to the small huffs and exhales Yoongi makes and Hobi thinks about all the times the two of them had fucked when they’d lived together. One of his favorite things was seeing Yoongi all laid out, flushed pink with arousal and shamelessly begging for more. 

“Hyung, you’re so pretty when you sleep,” Hobi says quietly, his deep voice vibrating in his chest. Yoongi stirs and shifts and Hobi uses the movement as an excuse to scoot closer and gently place his hand on Yoongi’s cock. He squeezes firmly and a slight puff of air escapes Yoongi’s lips in a way that reminds Hobi of when he gets impatient for pleasure. 

He massages his hand slowly over his cock and down to his balls, doing his best to not disturb Yoongi. He suspects Yoongi is at least semi-conscious because he spreads his legs a little to make room for Hobi’s hand. His body tenses slightly when Hobi lays a kiss to his exposed shoulder, his loose shirt having slid down at some point.

Hobi knows that if he removes the duvet, Yoongi will wake from the cold air so he adjusts himself as best he can underneath and carefully removes Yoongi’s boxers. He braces himself above Yoongi with enough space to keep him warm but not lay his body weight down. It’s awkward at first and he struggles to push his hand between Yoongi’s legs without being too disruptive.

It’s then that Hobi realizes he’s forgotten lube. He shifts again and pushes his hand underneath the pillow he’d been using and finds the bottle he knew Yoongi kept stashed in case he was too lazy to get up for it. Carefully, so as not to spill too much, Hobi coats two fingers and warms the lube as best he can. His goal isn’t to wake Yoongi. His goal is to pleasure Yoongi so that he falls into a deeper sleep. 

He reaches down between Yoongi’s legs, the man beneath him had moved slightly when Hobi had stretched for the lube. It worked to Hobi’s advantage because it meant that Yoongi’s legs were spread a touch more and he easily slipped his hand down and…

“Fuck, hyung,” Hobi whispers. His slick fingertips rub against the flat head of a plug. Yoongi squirms when Hobi presses it deeper, moans a quiet huff when he keeps moving it around to try and massage Yoongi’s prostate. 

Unless he’d bought a new one, Hobi knows Yoongi only has one plug. It’s a relatively large plug, so Hobi knows it means Yoongi took his time to stretch and prep himself before inserting it. He knows that Yoongi is practically filled to the brim with lube, ready to be fucked. 

“Messy, stretched out, hyung, aren’t you?” Hobi’s whisper is a bit louder than he intends. He continues using the plug to massage Yoongi and he can tell he’s hitting the right spot purely because of the way Yoongi’s face scrunches in his sleep. Little wrinkles appear around his button nose, his eyebrows furrow tightly together, his pink lips part slightly with his silent exhales. 

Hobi can tell by the way Yoongi’s stomach clenches, that he’s close. He also knows that Yoongi’s not close enough, the plug will never be enough. They’d tried it before. Poor Yoongi had whined and cried and moaned but no matter what any of them did with that plug, he could never cum. So Hobi makes the only obvious choice: he slowly removes it. Yoongi’s face relaxes, his eyebrows rise, his mouth falls open just a tiny bit more. He lets out a soft ‘ah’ and Hobi curses internally over how hot it is that Yoongi is letting him do this. 

Yoongi grunts in discomfort the second the plug is removed and Hobi understands. He, too, hates feeling empty after being stuffed so full. Hates whenever lube drips down his ass crack and pools beneath his body. Hates when there’s nobody or nothing there to fill him back up. Hobi’s hand is covered in the lube that leaked out around the plug but he rubs his fingers over Yoongi’s hole to gather more and also to test how sensitive he is. Yoongi whines when Hobi presses in the tips of three fingers and his hips rock involuntarily, clearly wanting more. 

“Aish, hyung,” Hobi says, adjusting himself and lubing his cock with his slick hand. He lines up the tip of his cock to Yoongi’s wet hole. “You make me fucking crazy,” he sighs as he pushes in slowly. So slowly he doesn’t think he’s making any progress until Yoongi begins clenching around him, practically sucking him in. He's loose and wet and exhaling so slowly that Hobi is certain he’s still asleep. 

He fights the urge to fuck in hard and deep. Fights the urge to chase his own pleasure right out the gate. He takes a chance and hoists one of Yoongi’s legs up and grips the back of his thigh to keep him in place. From his own experience, Hobi is aware that that angle doesn’t do much good. He gives up on trying to keep Yoongi warm under the blanket, pulls out gently, and sits himself up enough so he can bend both of Yoongi’s knees and fuck himself back into his hole. 

The new angle is just what he was hoping for. Yoongi gasps quietly, his hands that had been limp at his sides, come up to his tummy and grip his shirt. The grip isn’t significant, more of a fumbling grasp. Sleepy. Lazy. Dreamlike. Yoongi’s breaths pick up but not enough to alarm Hobi into pausing the pace he’s set. He keeps the roll of his hips steady, does his best to hold Yoongi still so that all he feels is a cock thrusting in and out. 

Hobi’s own breath picks up. Heat pools in his stomach and all he wants is to watch Yoongi cum all over himself. 

“That’s it, hyung. Does it feel good? Feel good to have me slipping in and out of you so easily?” Hobi practically holds his own breath to keep himself from grunting but Yoongi’s mouth drops open wider and wider and Hobi can see in the dim light that tears are slipping out the corners of his eyes. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” Yoongi’s voice is so deep. His large hands look so tiny all fisted in his shirt. The fabric slips up and exposes his belly button. 

Hobi has never once been able to explain what it is about Yoongi’s belly button that drives him insane. It’s the whole reason they started fucking to begin with all those years ago. One second Hobi was taking a body shot off of Yoongi, then the next second he was cumming all over Yoongi’s stomach and watching the cum pool in the little dip. He’s been enraptured ever since.

Hobi adjusts himself slightly to prevent his grip from slipping. His hands have grown sweaty, his neck and back and chest are slick with sweat too. Yoongi’s breathing grows erratic from the new angle and the quicker thrusts. His eyelids flutter. His head rolls to the side. He sucks his lips into his mouth and hums a moan that goes straight to Hobi’s cock.

He wraps a hand around Yoongi’s cock and does his best to jerk him off in time with his hips, but it’s a challenge with his own orgasm sitting on the edge of a cliff. Yoongi cums with a sharp exhale, mouth dropping wide open, eyebrows furrowed so tight, eyelids fluttering open at the peak of his moan. 

Hobi lets go of Yoongi’s legs and drops his weight forward onto his hands, he rolls his hips. Fucking in short but forceful thrusts until he cums, spilling hot and full into Yoongi’s hole that’s still clenching around his throbbing cock. 

When Yoongi’s fists loosen back up, Hobi can tell he’s awake. Maybe not all the way, but certainly alert. 

“Go back to sleep, hyung,” Hobi leans down and kisses him. The kiss is lazily reciprocated. Yoongi’s lips move but it seems reflexive instead of responsive and Hobi smiles at Yoongi’s gentle gasp when Hobi pulls out. “I know, baby,” he whispers as Yoongi rolls onto his side, little huffs escaping his mouth, alerting Hobi to the fact that he probably feels messy and gross. 

Hobi crawls out of bed as carefully as he can and fumbles in the dark until he reaches the bathroom. He runs a cloth under warm water and, as carefully and thoroughly as possible, cleans Yoongi of cum and lube. 

Yoongi mumbles something about Hobi not leaving him and Hobi promises he never will. He turns off both of their alarms, knowing full well neither of them have schedules the next day and they sleep until mid-morning. 

***

“Hyung, it’s not fair!” Taehyung says when he bursts into Yoongi’s studio later one evening. 

“What’s not fair, honey?” Yoongi replies, turning in his chair to look at the windswept beauty who’d just landed from some trip in Europe. He never regrets leaving his door propped open on days when Taehyung comes home from a trip. Yoongi's always the first person he seeks out, especially lately.

“Hobi-hyung told me about your night the other night and it’s not fair because I’ve been wanting to do that for ages. You’re so pretty when you sleep, hyung, and I just…sometimes I just want to show you but I didn’t want to be weird by saying it and I–”

“Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi coos with a shy smile. “Slow down. Here, sit.” He motions to his couch and Taehyung takes a seat right on the edge, eyes round and puppylike and Yoongi’s heart squeezes with adoration.

“Did it help? I wanna help if it helps.” Taehyung’s hardly sitting, he’s pretty much crouching, as if he wants to fall to his knees and beg. 

“It did,” Yoongi huffs and reaches for Taehyung’s hands, pulling him into his lap. It’s probably laughable, the sight of Taehyung, who’s a couple inches taller, sitting so curled up in the smaller man’s lap. But it works. It always, always works. “You really want to help, hyung?”

Taehyung nods, fluffy curls moving against his forehead. His hands curl around the back of Yoongi’s neck. They’re cold, Taehyung’s hands are always cold, but it grounds Yoongi, makes him feel more corporeal. 

“I’m sure you’re just as tired as I am from your flight, aren’t you?” Yoongi asks. The bags under Taehyung’s eyes do give him away so even if he says ‘no’, Yoongi will know he’s lying. “Want to spend the night with hyung? Just sleeping. Nothing needs to happen.”

“Yes! Want to,” Taehyung lisps and places a wet kiss on Yoongi’s cheek and then another on his lips. His fingers spread to cradle the back of Yoongi’s head and Yoongi pushes his own hands underneath the soft fabric of Taehyung’s shirt to caress his lower back. The younger one stands up to readjust and straddle Yoongi. It’s not the most comfortable position, Yoongi’s tried it before with Namjoon, but Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind. 

They kiss for a few minutes, lips crushing and bruising. Taehyung bites and sucks and Yoongi’s cock hardens more and more with each wet ‘pop’ whenever Taehyung stops to catch his breath. 

“Eager, are we?” Yoongi teases. 

“Home, please,” Taehyung tugs at Yoongi’s sweatshirt. 

He nods and pats Taehyung’s butt gently to get the younger to stand up. He gathers his things and texts his manager to let him know he’s leaving for the day and also that Taehyung is with him. He receives a thumbs up reply and the pair head back to Yoongi’s place.

The whole drive home, Taehyung doesn’t stop touching Yoongi. His hands roam through his hair, massage his neck, pull at his collar. He even rucks up Yoongi’s sweatshirt and t-shirt to shove his hand between the seat and his back. He scratches at Yoongi’s lower back for a few minutes until Yoongi asks him to stop. Taehyung pouts but drops his hand down onto Yoongi’s thigh and traces patterns from his knee to the crux of his hip. 

Yoongi struggles to focus on driving. Taehyung’s a distraction from sun up to sun down. Always has been. Always will be. It’s one of his most endearing traits even if Yoongi absolutely and wholeheartedly pretends like it’s not. 

Taehyung latches himself to Yoongi’s back on their walk into the apartment building, he stays connected through the entire elevator ride and into Yoongi’s apartment. The second the door closes behind them, Taehyung’s hands urgently pull at Yoongi’s clothing and Yoongi gives in without question. 

“Missed you so much, hyung,” Taehyung says, his breath hot against Yoongi’s lips as soon as both of their shirts are off. Yoongi had been planning on relaxing a bit when they got home but with Taehyung grasping at the buckle of his belt and panting against his neck, who was he to refuse?

“Missed you too,” Yoongi kisses him hard and shoves the younger’s hands away from his belt so he can do it himself. They tumble into the bedroom just a mess of limbs and heavy breathing. 

Taehyung backs Yoongi up to the edge of the bed so forcefully that the older plops down with a short yelp of surprise. 

“Gonna suck you off and then tuck you into bed,” Taehyung purrs, placing a finger on Yoongi’s lips to silence him, and then lowering himself to his knees. 

Yoongi loves Taehyung. But he especially loves Taehyung like this. Assertive, confident, telling him exactly how it’s going to be. He threads both hands through the other’s hair and tilts his head back when lips wrap around the tip of his cock. Taehyung gives the messiest blow jobs out of everyone in the group, including Jimin. 

This time is no different. Within the first few seconds, he’s drooling obscenely around Yoongi’s cock. He can feel it dripping down his balls and it gets worse when Taehyung uses his tongue to suck along the underside of his cock. He’s watched Taehyung give blow jobs so many times that he knows exactly how pretty he looks from every angle. And yet this angle, shiny lips already puffy, tears already welling along his beautiful lash line, hair pushed off his forehead, it all sends Yoongi into the depths of an angry need to fuck the life out of Taehyung’s mouth and throat. 

But he won’t. Not this time. Not when Taehyung seems so insistent on doing this. So Yoongi will sit on the edge of the bed, like a good boy, and let Taehyung do what he wants. 

He widens his legs a bit and Taehyung shuffles closer, hands gripping Yoongi’s inner thighs for support until he’s made himself comfortable. He sinks his mouth all the way to the base of Yoongi’s cock and his chest heaves slightly when it hits the back of his throat. 

“How can you suck me off if you can’t even take it that deep, Taehyung-ah?” Yoongi chides, gripping Taehyung’s hair to pull him off. Spit drips past his lips and down his chin and a devilish smile grows on his face. 

“Thought you loved it when I choke.”

“I do,” Yoongi pushes him back down. He can feel the smidge of resistance from Taehyung but then his throat opens around him and makes both of them moan. Yoongi drops his hands so he can lean back and let Taehyung do all the work. 

A hand cups his balls and a finger massages his perineum. Taehyung pulls off a few times right as Yoongi’s about to cum and leaves open mouth kisses along his shaft and sucks on his balls until Yoongi whines for more. Taehyung gives him more, but only with his hands. Spit slicked fingers wrap around his length and move in tandem, jerking him off with a bit of a twist at the crown. 

Yoongi finds it difficult to breathe the more Taehyung edges him. His cock aches to where it’s borderline painful. The heat in his gut burns hotter than the sun.

“Please, Tae, fuck,” Yoongi’s head lolls to the side. “Your mouth. Need it.”

“Does hyung wanna cum?” Taehyung’s eyes glitter from the soft lights of the bedroom.

“Please, hurts,” Yoongi grits his teeth when Taehyung sucks hard on the tip of his cock before letting go with a loud pop.

“Now you know how my heart hurts that Hobi-hyung got to go first,” Taehyung pouts and wraps his lips around the tip of Yoongi’s cock again, tongue teasing the slit. 

“M’sorry,” Yoongi huffs and his chest strains to keep enough oxygen in his lungs. 

“Are you though?”

“Yes, baby. Hyung’s so sorry.” Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut and groans so loudly it rings in his brain like a belltower. 

Taehyung sinks his mouth all the way down and adjusts himself one more time to better his angle. He bobs his head furiously, eyes never leaving Yoongi’s. Tears spill down his face, drool sputters out the corners of his mouth, he gags slightly as Yoongi’s cock begins to pulse with the first warning signs of his orgasm. 

“Fuck!” Yoongi shouts. “Gonna cum.” He grips onto Taehyung’s hair but lets go as he flops back onto the bed, chest heaving from release, legs trembling as he cums hard down Taehyung’s gagging throat. 

Exhaustion washes over his entire existence and he struggles to sit back up once he’s recovered. Taehyung’s features soften as he wipes his mouth and chin off with the back of his hand. He hums happily and rises to his feet to help Yoongi sit up properly. 

Yoongi leans forward with the intent to help Taehyung through an orgasm but the younger shushes him and tells him he’ll be fine. 

“This was just about you, hyung,” Taehyung whispers once they’re cleaned up and tucked into bed. Yoongi curls into Taehyung’s broad chest and falls asleep before he can even say goodnight. 

Taehyung doesn’t even try to fall asleep. He’s wide awake. His cock isn’t as hard as it was when he’d finished sucking Yoongi off but his horniness is still raging through every organ in his body. He scrolls through his phone for a while to catch up on the group chat. Digs through social media for any wild fan theories and laughs at a couple that are alarmingly accurate. A text comes through and he pulls up his messaging app.

Jin-hyung: Tae-yah, are you home yet?

Tae: yeah, im staying the night at Yoongi-hyung’s

Jin-hyung: oh? Getting in some quality time?

Tae: you could call it that. 

Tae: he’s sleeping now. You should come snuggle with us.

Jin-hyung: actually, that sounds kind of incredible. 

Jin-hyung: i’ll be over in about an hour

Taehyung grins to himself; he can wait this one out. He scrolls on his phone for a while longer and allows his mind to wander back to the lewd sounds Yoongi was making earlier in the evening. His heart races, picturing the plains of Yoongi’s stomach stretching back as his head tilted away, his shoulders slumping at first but then his back arching and pushing his chest forward. 

God, Taehyung had wanted to get off his knees and bite Yoongi’s collarbones until they were purple, his nipples until they were puffy and red and too sensitive. He wanted to push him onto his back and lift his knees to expose his pretty waxed hole so he could eat him out. Tongue fuck him until he came all over himself. But he didn’t. He was good. He was patient. 

Yoongi twitches in his sleep and rolls off of Taehyung and onto his back. His pale arms extend outwards and Taehyung smiles when Yoongi’s left hand gently smacks him in the face. Taehyung reaches up to move Yoongi’s hand out of the way and rests it on the bed while he sits up and faces the sleeping man. His pretty lips are parted, his face is blissfully relaxed. Taehyung surmises that Yoongi must’ve gone to the dermatologist earlier in the day because his skin is glassy smooth, illuminated by the dim light of the moon pouring in the windows. 

Taehyung turns his head to the windows and creeps out of bed as slowly as possible. He shuts the curtains, knowing that if Yoongi is sleeping this hard now, he’ll definitely be able to sleep well into the morning. Yoongi deserves to sleep in, that much Taehyung believes. 

Before slipping back into bed, he removes the sleep shorts he’d put on before they’d snuggled up together. He climbs gingerly over Yoongi and straddles him, pulling down the duvet enough to expose Yoongi’s naked chest. When the other stirs, Taehyung lays himself down on top of him to get him to settle into a deeper sleep. Arms wrap around his waist for a few moments before slipping back down to the bed.

Grabbing the bottle of lube from underneath the pillow, Taehyung sits back up and rolls his hips down a bit, testing the waters to make sure Yoongi is genuinely asleep. Taehyung’s cock is so hard and leaking. He can only imagine how red it would look in better lighting. He pops the cap of the lube and pours a little into his hand. For as messy as he makes his blow jobs and as messy as he likes to be when he fucks and gets fucked, he doesn’t like it that way when he jerks himself off. He likes just enough for the glide, not enough to be distracting. 

He starts with his balls, massaging them and toying with them. He presses his middle finger further back and rubs along his perineum. Heat pools in his stomach already and he makes himself slow down because he doesn’t want to cum quite yet. He wants to enjoy this. Wants to soak in the muted and shadowy beauty of Yoongi lying quietly beneath him. Knowing full well he has permission to fuck him but actively deciding not to. 

If Taehyung were completely honest, he doesn’t really like jerking off that much. It feels so lonely. So isolated. So…not sexy. But straddling Yoongi, knowing Seokjin could show up at any time…that doesn’t feel so lonely and it’s not just sexy, it’s thrilling. 

He steadies his breath and wraps his hand around himself. Slowly pumping, nothing exciting, only the pressure he needs to soothe a bit of the ache. He presses his thumb into the slit and rubs the precum around the crown of his dick, groaning softly when Yoongi rolls his head from one side to the other, letting out a quiet huff as he shifts his shoulders. Taehyung can see how his pecs move, can see the hollow above his collarbones, milky skin so soft and tempting. 

Taehyung prevents himself from bucking his hips. He doesn’t want to get Yoongi riled up too. He wants Yoongi to have no idea what’s happening. To sleep right through the whole thing. Unaware of just how gloriously horny he makes Taehyung by simply existing. 

He picks up the pace, unable to resist the need to cum any longer. In the back of his mind, he hears the door code beeping to Yoongi’s apartment and the soft clicks of the door opening and closing. Socked feet shuffle down the hallway and Taehyung turns his head to take in Seokjin’s shocked but not surprised expression. 

“What do you think you’re doing, Taehyung-ah,” Seokjin whispers in that husky voice Taehyung loves so much. “You’re gonna make such a mess.”

“I’ll clean it up, hyung. Promise,” Taehyung huffs back, breaths stuttering despite his efforts to keep himself calm. 

“I know you will because you’re hyung’s good boy, aren’t you?”

“Mhmm,” Taehyung bites his lower lip and nods. His hand speeds up, wrist flicking sharp and quick. 

Seokjin had somehow stepped close enough to the bed to sit down but Taehyung missed it in the ever increasing haze of his mind. He shudders when Seokjin traces the tips of his fingers up the side of his thigh. His hips buck when Seokjin squeezes his ass cheek. He moans high and loud when Seokjin presses the tip of his finger into his hole.

“Make a mess, baby,” Seokjin whispers, dark and heavy into Taehyung’s ear. 

A few more strokes of his hand and he cums, paints Yoongi’s stomach in thick white. Taehyung moans loudly but Seokjin’s hand muffles it just in time. 

“Lean on me. That’s right.” Seokjin wraps Taehyung’s limp upper body in his strong arms. Cradling him until he catches his breath and nuzzles into Seokjin’s embrace.

“Hyung,” Taehyung whines when Seokjin helps him off of Yoongi to help him lay back down. “I promised.”

“I know you did. But let hyung do it, okay? You go back to sleep.” Seokjin whispers and kisses him on the forehead.

“Haven’t slept yet,” Taehyung confesses when Seokjin returns with a warm, damp towel. He wipes Yoongi clean, careful not to disturb him. Little snores escape Yoongi’s lips and both Taehyung and Seokjin pause. 

“He’s so cute,” Seokjin says, tossing the towel to the floor. “Scoot over. Make room for hyung.”

Taehyung drapes half of his body over Yoongi to make as much room as he can and Seokjin, in turn, drapes half of his body over Taehyung’s. They’ll wake up sweaty and gross but neither of them care and they know Yoongi will be more than happy to know that not just one, but two of his favorite people will be there to wake him. 

***

After a lazy morning in bed, the three of them go their separate ways to work on their own projects. Seokjin is meant to leave for South America in three day’s time and Yoongi knows he’s nervous to travel and perform alone. 

So nervous, in fact, that Seokjin invites everyone to his place for dinner. Not wanting their oldest hyung to do any cooking, everyone shows up with food and the evening turns into a feast of distractions and laughter. 

Taehyung and Jungkook leave together when the youngest admits that he’s a bit overwhelmed, stomach too full from food. Yoongi knows it’s a lie. That kid is never too full. But nobody says a word and the pair go on their way. Hobi pulls Jimin into one of the guest bedrooms to “work on Jimin’s album” but, judging by the sounds Jimin is making, there’s not a whole lot of work happening. 

Which leaves him, Seokjin, and Namjoon to clean up the chaos of empty food containers and soju bottles. Namjoon stumbles a bit too much to be helpful, drunk on alcohol and lack of sleep due to his schedule. Yoongi pulls him into Seokjin’s room to help him undress down to his boxers and tucks him into bed with a kiss to his soju flavored lips. 

“Are you okay, hyung?” Yoongi steps back into the kitchen and wraps himself around Seokjin from behind. 

“Of course,” Seokjin turns in Yoongi’s arms and runs a hand through Yoongi’s hair. “It’s getting so long. It’s pretty.”

Yoongi flushes and by the look on Seokjin’s face it’s exactly the result he’d wanted when he’d complimented him. 

“Let’s get you to bed,” Yoongi says instead of addressing the smirk on Seokjin’s face. 

Namjoon rolls out of bed to get up and pee. He turns the light off in the bathroom before fully opening the door and then waits for his eyes to adjust back to the darkness. 

“Feel better?” Seokjin whispers, startling Namjoon slightly. 

“Yeah. Gonna grab a few waters. Need anything?”

“Mm, no, I’m okay, thanks.”

Namjoon makes his way out of the bedroom and Seokjin can tell he’s no longer drunk purely because he manages to avoid hip-checking the dresser. 

The dresser. 

The dresser where Seokjin keeps some of his toys. He rises slowly, peeling himself away from Yoongi’s sleepy vice-like grip. Tip-toeing across the space and quietly opening the drawer, Seokjin pauses when Namjoon appears in the doorway. 

“Wanna help hyungs de-stress?” He asks and Namjoon nods his head in confirmation. “We have to be quiet, Joonie. Your Yoongi’s had a terrible time sleeping and my anxiety is off the charts. Think you can be quiet for us?”

Namjoon nods his head again. Seokjin rummages around and finally finds the prostate massager and lube he’d been looking for. Namjoon’s eyes narrow wickedly and Seokjin keeps himself from laughing because he knows Namjoon doesn’t give a shit what they do, as long as he can shove his dick in something. 

Seokjin’s room is already at a warmer temperature than Yoongi's, so he doesn’t worry about waking him up from being cold. He carefully removes the duvet and chuckles that, at some point, Yoongi had stripped himself completely naked. 

“How about you get him ready?” Seokjin passes the lube to Namjoon and the younger takes off his boxers before gently coaxing Yoongi’s legs wider so he can sit between them. 

Meanwhile, after removing his pajamas, Seokjin settles himself next to Yoongi, face down ass up. He wiggles himself closer and Namjoon takes the hint. He pauses what he’s doing with Yoongi and lubes up his other hand so he can finger Seokjin open simultaneously. 

Namjoon’s goal isn’t to get either of them off, his goal is to open Yoongi enough to take his cock and for Seokjin to use his toy.

Pulling away after relaxing into two fingers, Seokjin inserts the massager into his own ass and groans into the mattress. It’s not that it fills him up like Namjoon’s cock would, but the bulbous end of it naturally presses down exactly where he needs. 

He sits himself back to adjust so his face is in line with Yoongi’s hard cock. After taking his phone out and connecting the app for the massager to his favorite setting, Seokjin kisses Namjoon hot and sloppy before making his way down Namjoon’s chest and stomach. He licks Namjoon’s hard cock, tasting salty precum on his tongue. 

Namjoon’s cum is his favorite. Or maybe it’s Namjoon’s natural musk around his cock…especially after a workout or a sweaty sleep. Call him gross, but Seokjin lives for it. In that moment, he wants to forget all about his plan for Yoongi so he can choke on Namjoon. He knows it wouldn’t be fair though even if Yoongi was none the wiser. 

He sucks Namjoon down to the hilt and bobs a few selfish times before pulling off and turning his attention back to Yoongi. Seokjin’s always been orally fixated. More so than Jungkook and Taehyung combined. How it had remained a secret outside of the members was a miracle. The number of times he’d almost been caught with a dick shoved down his throat was innumerable and exhilarating. 

Seokjin makes quick work of wrapping his plush lips around Yoongi’s cock. A flinch and soft moan escapes Yoongi’s mouth and while Seokjin pauses, Namjoon takes the opportunity to line himself up and slowly push himself into the sleeping man. 

Seokjin moans when he feels the slight bulge of Yoongi’s stomach when Namjoon is fully fucked in. 

“You okay, hyung?” Namjoon whispers and brushes Seokjin’s sweaty bangs off of his face. Seokjin hums a confirmation and Namjoon grips his hair tight, pushing him all the way down into Yoongi’s well-trimmed pubic hairs. 

“We don’t cum until he does,” Namjoon states and Seokjin hums again in agreement. 

Namjoon is usually rough when he fucks, but Seokjin can tell how much he’s holding back, how much he really is trying to make sure that Yoongi stays asleep. 

At some point, Seokjin himself becomes too overwhelmed to focus on anything other than cockwarming Yoongi. Namjoon’s thrusts rock the sleeping body beneath him and he feels the repeated pressure of Namjoon’s hard abs bumping against his cheek. 

The massager reaches its highest speed and Seokjin pulls himself halfway up Yoongi’s dick so he can breathe easier. He no longer cares if Yoongi is asleep. No longer cares if he waits to cum until Yoongi or Namjoon do. His entire body tightens and writhes with pleasure as the massager vibrates and pulses against his prostate. 

He moans with half of Yoongi’s cock in his mouth and Namjoon’s hips begin to stutter. 

“Fuck,” Namjoon grunts. “He’s so pliant. I just want to rail him so hard. Please, hyung, let me.” He’s panting heavily and Seokjin knows Namjoon is going to do it anyway. He sinks all the way down to the base of Yoongi’s cock. The tip hitting the back of his throat. Seokjin is aware that one of Yoongi’s legs lifts up and crushes him slightly but he doesn’t care. 

Seokjin cums with a guttural moan around Yoongi’s cock. Drool and snot and tears mix on his face, his cum splatters all over the mattress and his stomach and Yoongi’s side. Seokjin’s orgasm is so strong he can hardly breathe. He starts to pull off but a hand flies to his hair and shoves him back down. Yoongi’s cock throbs and jolts and he cums down Seokjin’s throat with a soft huff and an exhale. 

“Fuck, hyungs look so good like this,” Namjoon continues pounding relentlessly into Yoongi. He drops onto one hand and fucks until his hips loose all sense of rhythm and he cums with a series of grunts and sharp breaths. 

The hand finally releases from Seokjin’s hair and it rests hot between his shoulder blades. Yoongi’s softening in his mouth so he releases his lips and pulls off slowly. He glances over to see that Yoongi still appears to be sleeping. How? Seokjin has no idea. But nothing alerts him otherwise. He flops over onto his side, head snuggling against Yoongi’s waist, the slow rise and fall of his belly making his head rock. 

Namjoon pulls out and the slick sounds of lube causes Seokjin to scrunch his nose because of it. Namjoon chuckles and leans down to kiss Seokjin’s cheek before clambering off the bed to find something to clean with. He wipes himself down first and then Seokjin. The pair of them carefully rearrange Yoongi’s limbs so they can clean him easier and lay a towel down over the wet spot. 

“Love you, hyung,” Namjoon says when he curls up as the big spoon behind Yoongi. 

“Love you too, Joon-ah,” Seokjin says from Yoongi’s other side. He snakes his arm around Yoongi’s waist and is pleased by how his hand gets trapped between Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s bodies. 

***

About a month later, Yoongi and Jimin share food in Yoongi’s studio. They talk and laugh so hard for so long that when Yoongi finally looks at the time he decides that he might as well not even go home. He’s slept on his couch plenty of times. It’s not a big deal. 

Jimin gets up to go check on Jungkook, who’s been rehearsing for his performance in Qatar, and promises to come back in a little bit to check up on Yoongi. Yoongi yawns and waves him off, he puts a shoe in the door to keep it propped open, and then stretches out on the couch. 

Everything about sleeping in jeans is terribly uncomfortable. He tries to move around to find a better position but it’s the button at the front that bugs him the most. Unbuttoning his jeans doesn’t seem to do the trick either. He gives up and wriggles out of his pants, tossing them onto the floor next to him. 

When Jimin returns, he notices the blanket has partially slipped from Yoongi’s body, exposing his lower half. He salivates automatically like one of Pavlov’s dogs because he absolutely loves Yoongi’s ass. Tonight’s not much different in how horny Yoongi’s ass makes him. He doesn’t think much about whether or not he wakes Yoongi but he doesn’t exactly want to rile him up either. He’s heard about his trouble sleeping and he’s heard that a few of the guys have had their fun with the experiment. It’s only fair that Jimin gets a chance too, right? 

Jimin audibly groans when he peels away the rest of the blanket. Yoongi has on the shortest of black satin boy shorts he’s ever laid eyes upon and they’re wedged up deep in his asscrack. What makes matters even worse for Jimin, is that Yoongi’s left leg is hiked up and the fabric of the underwear hardly covers his balls. 

“Fuck me, hyung,” Jimin exhales sharply and he ponders how to even go about this without losing every shred of his sanity. 

Lowering himself onto the couch behind Yoongi, he’s pretty sure Yoongi wakes up, but he second guesses himself when it’s just him turning his head from one side to the other and adjusting himself a bit. 

Jimin leans down and lays soft kisses at the cleft of Yoongi’s ass, he slips his hand underneath the fabric and squeezes a handful, marveling at how malleable the flesh is between his fingers. With his other hand, he pushes the fabric aside and he uses both thumbs to spread Yoongi apart. 

“Ugh,” Jimin moans. The skin around Yoongi’s puckered hole is still pink from the wax he’d gotten earlier. Jimin smiles thinking about Yoongi squirming in his seat and talking about how he’d definitely waited too long between appointments. 

He licks his tongue over Yoongi’s rim and feels the reactive twitch of it against him. He’s tentative at first, attempting to get Yoongi used to the sensation so that he can relax more. It takes a few minutes and a terrible amount of patience, but Yoongi finally melts into the couch and Jimin hears a soft exhale resembling a snore. 

Pressing his tongue harder, he manages to push past the ring of muscle. He laps and sucks and fucks his tongue slowly, languidly, as if he has endless time to pleasure Yoongi. He does. They do. Neither of them have anywhere to be for at least a few more hours and Jimin is committed to taking however long it takes to get him off on just his tongue. 

Yoongi, however, seems to be a bit more urgent. His hips rut slightly into the couch and he pushes back against Jimin’s tongue when he thrusts particularly deep into his tight heat. Jimin backs away for a moment until Yoongi relaxes again. He wets a finger in his mouth while he waits and inserts it alongside when he drives his tongue back in.

Yoongi’s breath hitches slightly when Jimin finds his prostate but Jimin patiently waits it out before slowly increasing his massaging. Yoongi lays there so peacefully on his belly and Jimin feels cocky knowing that he, of all the people in the world, gets to do this without so much as a question. 

His free hand grips Yoongi’s ass cheek for good measure before situating himself at a better angle to be able to suck on what he can of Yoongi’s balls and taint. He adds a second finger and scissors him open slightly. The glide isn’t perhaps as smooth as it would be with lube, but he’s not really doing much in the way of needing to open Yoongi up. He just wants to make a bit more room for his tongue. 

It works and soon enough Jimin’s back to tongue fucking him like it’s his last will and testament. Yoongi whimpers in his sleep and he starts miniscule ruts against the couch. Jimin doesn’t let up this time. He allows Yoongi to search for whatever his sleepy mind wants. He’ll probably be scolded for making Yoongi cum like that on the couch, but it’s leather, it’ll wipe up just fine. It also won’t be the first time that Yoongi cums in his underwear in that studio. Jimin’s made him do it plenty of times when they’ve been too eager to rid themselves of their clothing. Dry humping each other through their orgasms. 

Yoongi cums unexpectedly with a grunt and a huff and a small groan. He lifts his hips after his body flinches and convulses. Jimin’s tongue persists until a light whine escapes Yoongi’s lips and he finally pulls away. He smoothes the fabric back over Yoongi’s ass (not that it really matters) and leaves a trail of kisses scattered all over his lower back. 

Jimin figures it’s unfair to let him continue sleeping in his mess so he crouches closer to Yoongi’s face and runs a hand through his hair to coax him awake. It takes a few firm scratches and a couple of louder whispers to rouse him but eventually Yoongi opens his eyes. Bleary and hazy from his nap. 

“Hyung,” Jimin kisses his cheek. “Let’s get you out of these, shall we?”

“Hmm? Why?” Yoongi mumbles as he rolls onto his right side. “Oh.” He pouts his pretty pink lips and Jimin coos over him. 

“It’s okay, hyung. We all do it.” 

“Jimin-ah,” Yoongi whines, a hand stretching down and peeling the soaked fabric away from his body. “I feel so gross.”

“I know, hyung. I’m sorry. Let me clean you up, yeah?” 

Yoongi nods and Jimin finds the packet of wet wipes stored in the top drawer of Yoongi’s desk. He tugs out a few and helps Yoongi shimmy out of his underwear, balling it up and tossing it in the trash. 

“Hey, that was my favorite pair,” Yoongi continues to pout while Jimin wipes him clean. 

“I’ll buy you a whole set of them,” Jimin promises and Yoongi mumbles a small ‘ok’ while he slides back into his jeans so he can make the journey home for a proper sleep. 

“Why does my ass feel used?” Yoongi squints his eyes and Jimin doesn’t even try to hide the brazen smile on his face. 

***

It’s been months since everyone’s taken their turn with Yoongi while he’s sleeping. A few of them have even ventured to do it again. For the most part, Yoongi’s aware of when it happens. Sometimes he wakes up when he cums. Sometimes he wakes up before then. But every single time he fakes that he’s asleep. He loves it. Loves how much the other members love it. It’s different from being an alert pillow princess. There’s just something about being at their full mercy when his body is completely relaxed and limp that’s different from any other sexual encounter. 

There’s only one problem: Jungkook. 

Jungkook is the only one who hasn’t made the attempt. It’s not that Yoongi’s upset about it. He’s very much aware that sex with a sleeping person isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. But he’s pretty sure it is Jungkook’s cup of tea. And he’s almost positive that this is the truth because any time any of the others speak about what they've done to and with Yoongi, Jungkook’s eyes go round as saucers and he shifts uncomfortably, often worming his way into a less conspicuous position or bringing a pillow to his lap to cover his boner. 

Yoongi’s tried being coy about it by asking Jungkook if he wants to spend the night but Jungkook always says no. He prefers his little sensory cave and Yoongi understands, he really does. He, too, prefers his own home to other people’s places any day of the week. But he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t want to snuggle into Jungkook’s space a few more times before he enlists. 

Yoongi isn’t the biggest cuddler out of the group. There’s just something about Jungkook that makes his hind brain crazy though. He craves the youngest’s affections, especially when they aren’t directed at him. Which, lately, Jungkook’s attention has been directed at Taehyung and Namjoon. Yoongi understands that as well because the two Kims have been nothing but pure menaces. It’s as if he and Jungkook are on the same wave but not the same wavelength and it’s driving Yoongi up the wall. 

The company posted Yoongi’s enlistment plans and Jungkook has yet to reach out. Which is…odd. For Seokjin and Hobi, Jungkook practically broke their respective doors down trying to get all of the last minute cuddles he could. He glued himself to their sides like they were going away and never ever ever coming back. He cried the entire drive to and from Seokjin’s induction ceremony and he sobbed the entire night after Hobi’s. Not that Yoongi would know personally. He found out both things from Namjoon. 

And, okay, Jungkook’s been just about as busy as Yoongi has when it comes to their personal projects and activities. So Yoongi supposes that maybe they both have their excuses. But still, he’s agitated. 

He’s fussing around in his studio, debating what should be packed up and what can be left to sit out for the time he’s serving, when he hears the soft beep of the door code. Only one person has that code and Yoongi’s lungs swell with anticipation. 

“Hey, hyung,” Jungkook’s soft voice floats through the studio. “Can I come in for a bit?”

“Of course, Kook-ah,” Yoongi smiles at him and crosses the room to envelope the younger in a hug. He expects the hug to be short-lived but Jungkook only tightens his embrace when Yoongi makes it seem like he’s going to step away.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so distant, hyung,” Jungkook apologizes as if he knows exactly what was tumbling through Yoongi’s mind. “I’m just not ready yet. I’m not ready for you to go. I wish you could stay.” He rubs Yoongi’s shoulder gently and the older melts over how sincerely the concern rolls off of Jungkook’s body. 

“Ah, sweet thing,” Yoongi leaves a tentative kiss on Jungkook's neck. “We’re still going to see each other, you know. It’ll be okay. And it’ll fly by so fast. Seokjin-hyung already has less than a year and you know he’s going to come bother us once he’s completed his service.”

Jungkook huffs a small laugh and Yoongi finally pulls away from the hug. The younger’s eyes are glistening with tears and his bottom lip trembles. 

“Want hyung to take you out for some lamb skewers or barbeque?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “Can you come stay with me though?” His voice wobbles and Yoongi almost breaks down into tears himself. 

“Of course. But let’s grab food on the way there, I’m starving.” 

Jungkook doesn’t take much convincing on getting a serving or two for himself and the pair of them devour their food once they’re spread out on the floor in front of Jungkook’s couch. 

“I still can’t believe you took this from the dorms,” Yoongi teases, laying his head on the couch while he shifts to face Jungkook. 

“It’s comfortable! And it reminds me of everyone. And,” he taps on the worn out corner, “Bam could chew it up and I wouldn’t care.” 

Yoongi laughs into the dimly lit living room. The tv is off and Jungkook has a selection of quiet lofi songs playing in the background. Everything about it feels intimate and Yoongi wants to reach out and fold Jungkook into his arms. The younger moves before he can and begins cleaning up their food mess. Yoongi frowns internally but decides the only way to get through his sudden discomfort is to help. 

Once the space is clean, Yoongi shuffles listlessly in the kitchen while Jungkook disappears into the laundry room. He listens to the younger man humming an unknown tune and Yoongi realizes just how desperately he’s going to miss Jungkook. 

“Kook-ah,” Yoongi asks, stepping into the small space to try and gauge Jungkook’s bodily reaction instead of just his voice. The younger pauses for a second before proceeding to continue sorting through his clothes. “Jungkook, look at me.” Yoongi says, not even the slightest bit of sternness in his voice but still demanding his full attention. 

Jungkook clutches onto the shirt in his hands and meets Yoongi’s gaze. His eyes are filled to the brim with tears and Yoongi steps closer but not so close as to scare him. 

“Baby, why are you crying?”

“Because you’re my favorite and I never show you that because I love you too much and now I’m overwhelmed and feeling completely out of time.” Jungkook sucks his lower lip into his mouth and Yoongi takes the remaining step between them to close the gap. He wraps his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders and it forces the younger to stoop a bit so he can be properly cuddled. 

“I call you my little prince for a reason. You know that, right?” Yoongi rubs circles on Jungkook’s back and he feels him nod against his shoulder. “Do you want me to stay? It’s okay if you don’t. But I just worry about you being alone tonight. I can always call Tae-yah or Joon-ah.”

“No, hyung. Please stay. Just you.” Jungkook sniffles and pulls away to wipe his runny nose on his sleeve. 

“Ew, baby. Not your sleeve.”

Jungkook giggles and then removes his shirt and tosses it into the washing machine. Yoongi doesn’t realize his mouth has dropped open like a not-so-subtle fish gasping for air until Jungkook turns back around with a seductive wink that sends Yoongi spiraling off the deep end. It’s not as if he’s never seen Jungkook shirtless. Hell, he’s seen him naked more times than he can count. They’ve fucked more times than they can count. It’s just, perhaps because it’s been so long that Yoongi simply wasn’t prepared for the shamelessness with which he'd stripped himself. 

“Did you see the new CK ad that dropped?” Jungkook says, circumventing Yoongi to grab the laundry detergent and fabric softener. 

“There’s another one?” Yoongi asks, his heart palpitating rapidly in his ribcage. He takes out his phone and searches social media. Sure enough, there it is for all the world to see. Jungkook and his long, pretty hair that he’d recently chopped off. His exposed chest and the jean jacket and the loose tie. 

Yoongi pockets his phone and walks out of the small alcove and back into the kitchen. The first round of ads were bad enough for his poor soul. But this? Jungkook looks so pretty, so hot, so sexy, so lithe. The smokey eyeliner and the white band of his underwear. Yoongi’s going to go insane. It’s only a matter of time. 

“What do you think, hyung? That bad?” Jungkook gives him puppy eyes and Yoongi knows he’s mastered the art of it because of Taehyung. 

“You’re gonna send me to an early grave,” is all Yoongi is able to say before Jungkook hoists him up into his arms. Yoongi wraps his legs around his waist and kisses him deep and open. There’s never been any sort of slow burn when it comes to their kissing. It’s always been scorching like wildfire. 

Jungkook makes their way through his apartment and leaves all the lights on. He drops Yoongi down onto the bed and crowds over him, tongue pushing past his lips without hesitation. Yoongi’s chest burns with need and his hands tug at the waistband of Jungkook’s sweatpants. 

The younger stands up and pushes them down, hard cock already red and leaking. He helps Yoongi out of his pants as well but slows down when it comes to his shirt. 

“Leave it,” Jungkook says, eyes darkening with mischievous lust. Yoongi scoots himself back to the center of the bed and Jungkook follows him like a predator. His warm hands pull at Yoongi’s hips, grip so strong it nearly makes Yoongi wince. Jungkook isn’t usually the one to take charge between the two of them, but whenever he does, Yoongi’s body reacts as if that’s how it’s always meant to be. 

“Hyung’s so pretty, you know that?” Jungkook teases his lips across Yoongi’s navel. He kitten-licks the tip of his cock and then uses his teeth to pull up the hem of Yoongi’s shirt. He’s captured Yoongi’s gaze and Yoongi is positive that he’ll never be able to look away again. 

Once enough of Yoongi’s chest is exposed, Jungkook holds the shirt in place and latches onto one of Yoongi’s nipples. He sucks and bites until it’s puffy-pink-brown-red and moves to do the same to the other. Yoongi’s hips buck upward and he begs for any semblance of friction between them. Jungkook is rarely one to tease, often fucking hard and fast, an expert at knowing exactly what sends his partner into the rushing waves of pleasure. He’s no different tonight after he gets up to grab the bottle of lube from his nightstand. 

He lathers lube onto two fingers and kisses up and down Yoongi’s cock until he folds Yoongi in half to expose his hole. Rubbing both fingertips over his entrance, Jungkook licks his own lips, tongue fiddling with his piercings and it’s then that Yoongi notices he has two silver loops instead of a loop and a stud. His head drops onto the mattress with a soft thud and Jungkook smirks as he licks a wet strip from base to tip of Yoongi’s length before wrapping his lips around the tip and gently suckling. 

He gives Yoongi ample time to adjust on both of the fingers that he presses in simultaneously and waits for Yoongi to squirm and roll his hips. Jungkook takes his time stretching Yoongi and opening him up. He doesn’t have the biggest cock of the group, but it’s still nothing to scoff at. 

“Hyung, will you ride me?” Jungkook asks. “I’ll do all the work but…I really want you to sit on my dick.”

Yoongi nods and grasps at Jungkook’s shoulders, pulling him up for a kiss. Jungkook continues fingering him, adding a third so easily that Yoongi hardly notices. Their kiss is sloppy and haphazard and Yoongi’s nails dig into Jungkook’s back when the younger starts thrusting his fingers over his prostate again and again. 

“Stop. M’ready,” Yoongi tugs on Jungkook’s hair. They clumsily switch places and Yoongi swings a leg over Jungkook’s hips to properly straddle him. He takes a deep breath while he guides the tip of Jungkook’s cock underneath his balls, over his perineum, to his hole and then slowly sinks until he’s fully seated. 

They both exhale loudly and Yoongi leans back onto his hands, canting his hips forward and thrusting in an attempt to adjust. He cries out from the stretch and the way Jungkook’s dick feels in his guts and he pauses to catch his breath. Jungkook’s warm hands hold his waist securely and eventually Yoongi relaxes enough to roll his hips. 

He fucks and thrusts down and down and Jungkook remains still, letting him do what he wants, take what he wants, feel how he wants. Jungkook’s always been good like that, letting Yoongi take as he pleases.

Yoongi’s thighs burn and his lower back begins to ache. He drops his head in exasperation because it feels so good but he can’t keep up with the pace he’s set for himself. Jungkook grips his hips firmly to root him in place and Yoongi gives himself the chance to take a breather. He’s jostled around as Jungkook plants his feet on the bed and Yoongi leans his full weight Jungkook’s thighs for a few breaths. 

“You okay, hyung?” Jungkook asks, his voice is whiny and gravely and Yoongi knows he’s just as wrecked as he feels. 

“Uh-huh,” Yoongi nods, chest heaving, arms shaking. 

Jungkook waits a half second more before he starts thrusting up into Yoongi and the latter can do nothing but take the pounding. He tries to steady himself but nothing helps. His head grows fuzzy, his eyes water, his belly tightens, and his hole throbs. He’s so close already and it really isn’t fair because he knows Jungkook has the stamina to keep going if he wants to. 

Yoongi falls forward onto his forearms, overwhelmed by Jungkook’s pistoning hips and his cock hammering into him. 

“Sh-shit,” he grunts from the new angle. “K-keep just like that.” Yoongi’s breaths are punched out of him in small puffs and moans. He desperately tries to connect their lips but Jungkook is fucking into him with such force that there’s no real point in trying. Yoongi rests their foreheads together and tries to keep himself supported but eventually he fully collapses onto Jungkook’s chest and buries his face in the other’s neck. 

Sweaty arms wrap around him and Yoongi finds a deep seated comfort in the intimacy of it. The pressure between their bodies rubs his cock in all the right ways and he cums with a moan that vibrates through both of them. Still fucking at a frantic pace, Jungkook turns his head so he can press a long kiss into Yoongi’s hair. He brings a hand up to brush the bangs off of Yoongi’s face and pulls him up just enough so he can kiss him properly. 

Yoongi’s unable to focus well enough to move his own lips but he does his best and Jungkook captures his tongue long enough to suck on it with an obnoxiously wet slurp. It probably shouldn’t be so hot but Yoongi’s heart skips at least three beats and then three beats more as Jungkook lets go of his tongue to tilt his own head back onto the bed and then he cums with a loud groan. 

“Hyung,” he whines, hips stuttering but no less urgent as he chases the remnants of his orgasm. 

The room falls quiet except for their labored breaths. Jungkook rubs his hands soothingly up and down Yoongi’s entire back and ass. He slaps him once, nice and hard and then squeezes both ass cheeks before tracing small patterns all the way up to his shoulder blades before wrapping his arms tightly around Yoongi once more. 

As Jungkook’s cock softens inside of him, Yoongi squirms from the lube and cum that leaks from his hole. He tries to get up but Jungkook tightens his embrace with a quiet ‘no’ and Yoongi smiles into their playful kisses. 

Eventually, when Yoongi complains enough, Jungkook releases him from his hold and they tumble into the shower together. After a thorough cleaning that Jungkook deems satisfactory, Yoongi wraps himself up in the duvet and steals the little swiss roll pillow before Jungkook can come back from changing over the laundry. The younger steps into the closet and comes out with an actual pillow and throws it at Yoongi’s head. They wrestle for a few moments in a way that’s reminiscent of Seokjin’s and Jungkook’s dynamic, but, for some reason, Yoongi feels like this is a door opening to a new part of their lives. 

Once they’re fully settled and relaxed, limbs entwined, lips brushing together every few words, they talk until the dryer is done. By the time Jungkook’s finished folding and putting away his clothes, Yoongi is fast asleep. Tiny snores float and mix with the soft lofi music still playing from Jungkook’s phone and the younger is so endeared it aches in his bone marrow. 

Jungkook kicks himself for having been so shy and hesitant with Yoongi. The last night of Yoongi’s tour, all of the members had been out for dinner and Jungkook’s heart had been so light and free with everyone back together. But then the company dropped Yoongi’s enlistment announcement, everything came to a screeching halt inside his brain, and it was as if Jungkook felt himself shut down completely. He wasn’t surprised by the post. He knew it was coming. He’d been informed. Actually reading it though, when the whole rest of the world did, felt like a thousand needles to his heart.

For Seokjin and Hobi, he’d rushed to them and never left their sights even when he knew he was being overbearing. It wasn’t the end of the world. None of it truly was. They’d all been living apart for some time too so it’s not as if they saw each other every day anymore anyway. But Jungkook didn’t think that should diminish just how much he knew he was going to miss everyone as they went off to fulfill their duties. 

But Yoongi. His precious, sugar sweet, honey boy, Yoongi. Jungkook’s heart couldn’t take it. He knew he shouldn’t have favorites. But he did. He always did. Each member was his favorite for different reasons but Yoongi always bullied his way through to the top by simply existing. And there he was, snoring softly in Jungkook’s bed. Blissed out, flushed pink from head to toe, soft lips parted, chest rising and falling slowly and Jungkook just wants to squeeze him so tight their bodies merge. 

At some point in all of his musings, Jungkook falls asleep. He wakes to the soft morning sunlight that filters through his closed curtains. Yoongi’s back presses against his front like the tiny spoon he loves being. Jungkook kisses the back of his head so softly that it probably doesn't even count as a kiss. He lingers there to inhale Yoongi’s scent and his love for the man rushes through his veins.

It’s no surprise to Jungkook that he wakes up hard. He usually does. But it’s been ages since he’s woken up hard against Yoongi’s ass. For as lovey as he’d just been feeling towards him, Jungkook is that much hornier. It doesn’t help that both men had gone to bed naked the night before and the heat of Yoongi’s smaller, tighter body, the sensation of skin against skin, makes Jungkook absolutely insane. 

Jungkook loosens his hold from around Yoongi’s waist and rubs his hand up his ribs and down his side and hips and the outside of his thigh. He kisses Yoongi’s tattoo that he’d placed over one of his surgery scars and Jungkook smiles knowing that such a tiny thing connects all seven of them together. 

“Like a red string,” Jungkook whispers against the black ink, kissing it again with a sort of reverence one only finds towards a loving god. 

He rocks his hips gently with no real intent other than to relieve some pressure and his hot breath disturbs a few small strands of hair on the back of Yoongi’s neck. His hand involuntarily grips onto Yoongi’s hip and Jungkook’s mind swirls with chaos as he takes in the curvature of the other man’s waist and spine dipping into the softness of the bed. 

The pink flush of arousal and heat from their post-sex, pre-sleep shower has faded from Yoongi’s skin and it’s now pale pale and Jungkook’s hand is honey tinted, honey warm as he rubs his thumb in small circles. Yoongi stirs but only to adjust his hand underneath his head and the movement presses his ass against Jungkook’s cock. He doesn’t realize he’s leaking so much until the sticky tacky of it leaves a wet mark on his stomach.

He rocks his hips again, this time with intent. They don’t have much time, probably only an hour or two, before Jungkook has to get up and ready for his first schedule of the day. He wants to make Yoongi breakfast and shower with him again and cuddle and…

“Fuck, hyung,” Jungkook sighs when he adjusts so that his cock ruts between Yoongi’s cheeks. His precum makes the glide a bit smoother but he knows it won’t be enough for anything beyond that. He pauses for a moment to reach for the lube he’d left out on the nightstand and accidentally pushes Yoongi over. When he lays back down, he carefully rolls Yoongi back onto his side. 

He knows the man is still loose from the night before so he probably doesn’t need too much prep. But Jungkook lubes up two fingers anyway. Sliding his fingers from the top of Yoongi’s crack and down past his hole and back up, Jungkook presses his slick fingers in slowly, relishing the tight heat sucking him in. Fucking his fingers in a few times and scissoring them to double check that Yoongi is as loose as he assumes, Jungkook resists shoving the man back onto his stomach and humping the life out of him. 

No, today, Jungkook wants to take it slow and easy. He wants Yoongi to wake up on his cock, wake up to an orgasm to start the day off right. He wants to hear the softness of Yoongi’s morning complaints about being woken up too early. He wants Yoongi to tell him he’s annoying and then beg him to fuck him faster, harder, deeper. 

He slips his fingers from Yoongi’s hole and lubes up his cock before spreading Yoongi’s ass with one hand to give himself better access. The angle is a bit awkward at first but after a few shallow thrusts, Jungkook pushes all the way in and lets out a heady groan of pleasure. It never matters how loose Yoongi might feel on his fingers, he’s always so tight around Jungkook and it makes his brain buzz with static noise. 

Giving himself a few seconds to clear his own head, Jungkook begins to slowly rock in and out of Yoongi. At first, he grips the other man’s hip to keep him in place but then his hand slips and he wraps his arm around Yoongi’s middle, his hand resting on his sternum. Yoongi inhales deeply and Jungkook pauses, heart racing, ears keenly aware that Yoongi’s heart is also rabbiting in his chest. 

“Morning, hyung,” Jungkook whispers and presses his nose into Yoongi’s hair. Yoongi’s shoulder raises a bit and he pushes back onto Jungkook’s cock with a moan. 

“Jungoo-ah,” he slurs, voice raspy and deep. 

“This okay?” 

“Yuh-huh,” Yoongi grunts from a particularly hard thrust and Jungkook feels bad for having lost control for that split second. 

Yoongi’s muted senses slowly come back online and the thickness of Jungkook’s cock feels better than that first sip of coffee he craves every morning. He laces their fingers together at his sternum for a few thrusts before letting go and reaching back to grip Jungkook’s hair. Yoongi moves his knees up higher and opens his left leg wide to drape over Jungkook’s legs that have curled up to meet the backs of his thighs. 

Yoongi lifting his leg like that, creates a whole new pressure on Jungkook’s cock. His hips stutter and he tries to regain some semblance of thought in order to function. Yoongi’s grip on his hair doesn’t help him focus either but he fucks his hips through it, constantly chasing the small moans building in in both of their throats. His own hand travels down to keep Yoongi’s leg in place and it gives him better leverage to pick up a harsher pace. 

“H-harder, Jungoo-ah,” Yoongi pants. His body aches with a need for more. His hole is sore from last night but he doesn’t care. If anything, it makes Jungkook’s sloppy lubed up cock even more delicious. His head rolls off of his pillow and he shoves his face into the mattress, his chest slumps forward. 

Jungkook raises himself onto his right elbow and shoves his left leg between Yoongi’s, knee planting as best he can while he holds Yoongi’s left leg steady. The angle is uncomfortable and the weight of his own body on his right shoulder makes him wince. But the increase in volume of Yoongi’s moans fuels him until he can no longer hold that position. Jungkook pulls out all the way and Yoongi whimpers into the sheets. He continues laying on his side and keeps his knees tucked and Jungkook sits up onto his own knees. 

He hikes Yoongi’s hips up enough to stuff the pillow in the empty space and then spreads Yoongi’s ass to reveal his gaping, leaking hole. 

“God, hyung,” Jungkook blows a long puff of air between his lips and he thrusts back in with zero warning. Yoongi gasps for air when Jungkook hits his prostate dead on. The younger drops to his hands, caging Yoongi in completely, making him feel small. His body is still drowsy enough that his grip on Jungkook’s wrist seems half-hearted but it’s all Yoongi can do to ground himself with the way Jungkook jolts his body with each thrust. 

“K-kook…J-jungkook, please.”

Neither of them know what Yoongi is begging for but Jungkook drops his head onto Yoongi’s, lips brushing against his ear.

“I know, hyung. I know,” Jungkook whispers. Hot, slick-wet lips suck on Yoongi’s earlobe for a few moments, teeth tugging gently on his earrings. Jungkook lets off with a sticky ‘pop’ and connects his lips to the soft spot below Yoongi’s ear. 

Jungkook knows he shouldn’t leave a mark. Yoongi knows he shouldn’t encourage him but he cranes his head as far away as the mattress will let him and Jungkook sucks until it’s deep purple and Yoongi’s skin erupts into constellations of goosebumps. 

Yoongi squeezes his own cock, trying to match the thrusting of Jungkook’s in and out of his hole. He’s lazy with it because his still sleepy brain is cockdrunk and floating but he cums all over his hand and the mattress with such a visceral suddenness that his eyes immediately water and a guttural cry rips through his throat.

The sound of Yoongi letting everything go, is all Jungkook needs. He cums hard, filling Yoongi so fast it squelches out around his cock. 

“Holy shit. Holy shit. Fuck.” Jungkook repeats over and over as he continues milking his orgasm with Yoongi’s tight hole. Yoongi is so overwhelmed that his chest heaves with sobs but Jungkook knows that sometimes he gets that way so he keeps fucking until his own cock feels raw and oversensitive. 

“Baby, please,” Yoongi finds enough strength to push on Jungkook’s chest and the younger pulls out. He backs off and crawls down the bed. He manhandles Yoongi onto his stomach and sits between his legs. 

Jungkook uses both hands to spread him wide open. The sight of his own cum leaking out of Yoongi’s lube-shiny hole makes his stomach quiver. He dives in, sucking and licking, tongue forcing its way into Yoongi’s puffy entrance. Yoongi pushes back with a breathy whine. Jungkook’s tongue should feel like an assault to all of his senses but the softness of it helps calm Yoongi's breathing and soothes his heart. Jungkook loves cleaning Yoongi this way, cherishes it, even. 

Once he’s satisfied, Jungkook leaves a slow, wet trail of open kisses along the backs of Yoongi’s thighs, his ass, his lower back, his spine, his shoulder blades. He kisses his tattoo one more time and flops onto his own back. Chest rising and falling in contentment. Yoongi crawls to him, heart warm and fond. Grateful that his baby always treats him so well regardless of the situation. They snuggle into each other’s embrace, tangling their legs together like a puzzle all their own. 

“You know,” Yoongi says quietly, stretching a bit as the morning sun warms his back. “Out of everyone who's fucked me while I was sleeping, you’re the only one who didn’t seem to care about actually waking me up.”

Jungkook looks down at him and is about to utter an apology but Yoongi stops him.

“I liked faking being asleep for most of them. It’s fun letting everyone think they’ve succeeded.”

Jungkook’s chest rumbles with a small laugh. 

“But with you, waking up to you is my favorite.” Yoongi’s heart hammers in his ribcage and he can hear Jungkook’s heart rate increase. “I love you, Jungkook-ah. Don’t ever ever forget it.”

“I love you too, hyung. Love you the most.”

“Don’t say that.’

"But it’s true!”

“Okay, well, don’t say that in front of everyone else.” Yoongi pinches one of Jungkook’s nipples and the other snatches his hand away and brings it to his mouth to kiss it. 

“I’m gonna say it the day of my induction ceremony. Even if you aren’t there for it”

“I’ll fucking be there, Jeon Jungkook. But don’t you dare say it.”

“I’m gonna–”

Yoongi isn’t sure whether or not Jungkook is teasing, but he shuts him up with a kiss anyway. A kiss that turns into round three and Yoongi deciding to stay nested in Jungkook’s bed for the rest of the day instead of limping through the company hallways. It’s true that he’s sleeping better since everyone’s taken it upon themselves to wear him out. He’s forever indebted to Hobi for suggesting it in the first place. Jungkook, meanwhile, glows cocky and pleased that he’ll return home to his hyung for the first time in months.