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"Tae?"
Yoongi pushes the door shut behind him, the wind making it slam against the door frame. Yoongi flinches. Taehyung hates loud noises.
He toes off his shoes by the door, dropping his keys into the little clay dish on the small end table in the corner. It was a gift, from Taehyung, on their first anniversary, a misshapen little bowl made of salt dough and painted with little purple paw prints. Tae didn't actually have paws, of course, normal hands just like Yoongi, bigger and warmer and so incredibly soft; but the paw prints always reminded Yoongi of Taehyung anyway.
The house is eerily silent, and Yoongi is mildly concerned. Taehyung is always working on something, off in a different room of the apartment every time, and it's always moderately noisy, or messy; whether it's tying paper mâché birds to the blades of the ceiling fan or painting a mural on the bottom of the dining room table. Yoongi pads into the living room, peeking underneath the couch and under suspiciously lumpy piles of blankets before walking into the hall. He had taken Taehyung in as a stray, nearly 5 years ago. It had been not even 6 months since Yoongi had left home, baby faced and bleary eyed and starving his way through college, living in his parent's townhouse but being too proud to ask for food money after spending his monthly allotment on photography equipment. Taehyung was the puppy digging through his trash, knocking over his potted plants and curling up underneath his doormat during storms, and Yoongi was so, so close to losing him after his circumstantial dieting began, Taehyung having no reason to stick around if Yoongi didn't have any leftovers to throw out.
Seokjin found him underneath his front porch, after weeks of being awoken in the middle of the night by the expected crash and bang of having an stray inadvertently living off him. It took 3 baths using nearly every product Yoongi owned before Taehyung could be let onto the furniture, but he seemed to have a 6th sense for whoever Yoongi didn't like, clawing and hissing at them as Yoongi hid a private smile, and Seokjin made sure both of them were well-fed for the rest of the semester. ("I can't believe you didn't tell me you were struggling Yoongi, I should've known you were losing weight when you started wearing a belt for the first time in your life. Me and Namjoon can't even begin to eat all the food I make at our house, and after all this time you could've been eating full meals…") Adopting Taehyung that winter turned out to be really cost effective, diminishing any need for a heating unit when Taehyung kept curled around him during the night, the evening, the afternoon, any time he could get Yoongi to keep still long enough to wrap himself around him.
Taehyung disappeared several times within those first couple years, sometimes in tears when he was feeling neglected, sometimes simply wondering out the door with the clothes on his back and returning a few days later with a sheepish smile and a bouquet of wildflowers that he never explained where he found. Some days, when Yoongi returns home, he can't help but worry that Taehyung will have wandered off again, decided he was destined to become a safari animal he read about in a book or concluded that his time with Yoongi was spent, running off like the wild animal he always was at heart and never returning.
"Baby boy," Yoongi calls, softer, padding down the hall, gently pushing open doors along the way. Taehyung meets him in the doorway of their bedroom, wrapped up in the entirety of the king-size bedding, dragging three layers of blankets along the floor as he peeks his head cautiously around the door frame.
His hair sticks up on one end, having fallen asleep with it wet from the shower, his ears perked up on his head and the lines of his pillow case pressing creases into his soft cheek, rosy and warm. "Hyung," he croaks, relief evident in his tone, and Yoongi loves the way he can always hear how much Taehyung has missed him on the days that he's gone to work, off to shoot a wedding or take family photos. Taehyung wraps him up in his arms, his blankets draping over Yoongi's shoulders as Yoongi tucks his face into the hybrid's neck, groaning softly at the heat radiating off his body. "I watched a movie today," Taehyung murmurs, and Yoongi nods even though his words are barely legible when he speaks directly into Yoongi's hair. "It was about a whale. I forgot to make lunch and the blanket on the couch smells like you and I, I wanted to touch myself so bad, so I t-took a nap instead."
Yoongi groans at the words, tightening his arms around Taehyung. Of course he would be in heat right now, considering being so close to him feels like being on fire, only in the best way. "Did you forget to take your pills this month, Tae? You're going to keep going into a rut every month unless you remember to take them every day."
Taehyung withdraws from Yoongi so he can bounce on the balls of his feet, and he looks dizzy for a moment, Yoongi catching him by his shoulders as he stumbles. "I think I-I like them, I like being warm and the way it, it aches, and I like, I like when you touch me." Taehyung presses up against him again, having to bend down to be able to nuzzle into the older's neck, and Yoongi can feel it, the hard line of his cock pressed against his hip.
"Dinner first," Yoongi rumbles, his voice already slipping into the deeper tone that he knows Taehyung needs to hear to stay calm. "I'll make you something to eat."
Taehyung mewls loudly, nosing up the line of Yoongi's neck to lick into his mouth, and he only trembles more when Yoongi lets him, breathing harshly through his nose as he rubs his slick tongue against Yoongi's. "Hyung," he whines, bouncing on the balls of his feet again, and Yoongi shakes his head, easing the blankets off of his shoulders until they fall to the floor, leaving Taehyung in his torn up t-shirt and boxers, his tail swaying behind him. He's so big, and soft, and warm and comforting, and it's so much more apparent when you can see so much of his skin, golden brown and radiating heat.
"No," Yoongi tuts, clicking his tongue, and he doesn't miss the way Taehyung's ears twitch at the sound. "We're eating now, we can fuck later." Taehyung's breath hitches in his throat, but he doesn't press it, following solemnly behind the older as he walks into the kitchen.
Taehyung is kind of hard to ignore, his cheeks flushed red and an obvious tent in his boxers, and Yoongi is having a hard time pretending he isn't getting antsy too, wondering aimlessly around the kitchen for a solid 5 minutes before grabbing chicken nuggets from the freezer and boiling water for macaroni and cheese. It helps that Taehyung doesn’t whine for him to touch him, Yoongi never having been good at telling him no more than once, but he looks back at Tae sitting at the dining table and he has a hand rested over his crotch, kneading it gently as he pouts at Yoongi. It's kind of cute.
Yoongi sits on the countertop as dinner cooks, and Taehyung is panting openly when he returns to the table with their food, Yoongi nudging his arm away from himself and onto the table, and his stomach growls just as Yoongi sets his plate down, Taehyung shooting his caretaker a grateful look even as he slides his other hand underneath the table to palm himself. "Can I take my clothes off?" Taehyung asks, mumbling around a mouthful of macaroni, obviously in a better mood with food in his stomach, and Yoongi chuckles softly, taking a bite of a chicken nugget.
"When you've finished eating." Yoongi leans against the table, propping his ass up on the edge next to Taehyung's plate. He holds his plate in his hand, having given himself the same amount as Taehyung, but Tae's plate is nearly clean already, and if he knew he wasn't so impatient, Yoongi knows he might've licked his plate clean; instead wrapping his lips around his last bite and arching his hips up off his chair to pull his boxers down, his hard cock springing up against his stomach.
His brow furrows in concentration, lip caught between his teeth and he pumps his hand over his length, growling out a moan as a drop of precum squeezes from the head of his cock, thighs flexing as he tries to fuck up into his own hand. "Tae," Yoongi murmurs, setting his plate down behind him, and Tae whines at the sound of his voice, leaning forward to nuzzle into Yoongi's hip. Yoongi doesn't even know what he's feeling, an odd pressure against his crotch, until Taehyung's saliva soaks through the denim and Yoongi bites back a groan as Taehyung laves his tongue against Yoongi's half-hard cock through his jeans, biting gently over the bulge between his legs.
Yoongi gives his cheek a soft slap, and Taehyung's reaction is immediate, jerking back with an apologetic look and rubbing his cock in earnest, the soft fabric of his t-shirt rustling as his hand works up and down the length. "Can we play now?" Taehyung whines, and he looks so eager, looking up at Yoongi like he's everything, rubbing his cheek against the hardness between Yoongi's legs, eager for anything he'll give him. "I wanna, I wanna fuck."
Yoongi blanks, twisting his fingers in the hem of his t-shirt as he tries to steady the pounding of his heart, his cock growing heavy in his jeans. "Y-oh, okay, okay," Yoongi breathes, and Taehyung is up in a second, dragging Yoongi into the living room with a hand around his wrist, stumbling on his own feet as he turns around to lick around Yoongi's mouth, whining in back of his throat until Yoongi opens up for him. He can barely breathe with Taehyung licking and sucking on his tongue, his fingers numb as he fumbles with the fastenings of his jeans, jerking on the zipper as it sticks halfway down. Taehyung's hand are on his face, his neck, scratching through the hair at the nape of his neck and Yoongi can tell, knows that he's itching to touch his owner everywhere, run his hands down his sides and spread his ass apart and finger him open for his thick cock; but he won't, not until Yoongi tells him he can.
"Okay, baby, just a little longer," Yoongi hums, finally working his jeans open and kicking them down his pale thighs, pulling off his shirt by the back of the collar. It's always a little embarrassing, or it feels like he should be, standing in front of Taehyung in his bare skin and briefs that do little to hide his arousal, but Taehyung's cock jumps in his hand, taking in Yoongi's small frame like he wants to devour him, push him up against a wall and get those pretty thighs wrapped around his waist, fuck into him and fill him up. Yoongi shivers. He pulls his briefs down by the waistband, bending over until the fabric is pooled around his ankles and his heavy cock bobs as he stands back up straight, stumbling into the couch and arranging himself on his back, pulling his legs up to his chest and presenting his hole to Taehyung.
Taehyung is quickly falling apart, yanking his shirt off and nearly sobbing as he kneels onto the couch, laving his tongue wetly over Yoongi's entrance before he even manages to settle himself onto his stomach, grabbing Yoongi's milky thighs in either of his large hands to spread him apart. "Tae, Tae, shit," Yoongi groans, panting heavily as Taehyung's tongue prods at the ring of muscles, moaning loudly as he pushes past the resistance and tastes him and Yoongi sobs at the vibrations. "Slow down, baby, be gentle."
Taehyung whines, pressing his cheek into the softness of Yoongi's inner thigh, and Yoongi can see him grinding his hips down into the couch, lips parting soundlessly as he ruts his cock against the couch cushion. "Is it bad?" Taehyung murmurs, his eyebrows knitting together in concern as he licks over his hole again, and Yoongi can feel every movement, is hyper-aware of the way Taehyung rubs his tongue against him, worming his way into his hole, of the way his hole quivers and the way Taehyung's hips stutter against the couch when he contracts around his tongue.
"It's not," Yoongi pants, squeezing his eyes shut as he weaves his hand down between his legs to pet Taehyung's head. "It's not bad, baby, you're a good boy." Yoongi's cock is fully hard by now, leaking onto his tummy, and he can't quite bring himself to acknowledge the aching throb of arousal every time Taehyung moans into his asshole. "Just… don't-don't stop," He whispers, quieter, and Taehyung responds with enthusiasm, spitting over Yoongi's hole and rubbing it in with his tongue, the tip of his thumb catching on his rim, cooing excitedly at they way his hole flutters as he presses in, his walls pulsating around his finger.
The stretch burns, just a little, but it's good, so good, the kind of pain Yoongi has come to associate with Taehyung filling him up and rubbing against his prostate and pumping loads of his cum into him and Yoongi's whole body pulses in anticipation. "Hey, get the lube, Ta-sweetheart, over in the drawer."
Taehyung pushes up onto his knees, his cock leaking steadily now, and he laves his tongue once, twice more around Yoongi's rim before pulling his thumb out, pressing a kiss to his entrance and scrambling off the couch to find the lube, pulling out several drawers in the armoire before finding the little bottle hidden in the back of the remote-battery-replacement stash. Taehyung stands over him at the edge of the couch, all uninterrupted expanses of golden skin and perky ears and big hands and his thick cock twitching in excitement as he tries to pop open the bottle of lube, tail wagging so hard he can barely stand upright as he drizzles it all over his long fingers; and Yoongi forgets the nagging embarrassment in the back of his mind that makes him want to cover up, push his thighs together to hide his arousal or at least take control of the situation, be the physically dominant one for once. Taehyung glances down at him, grinning widely as his tail seems to wag even harder at the small indication, and Yoongi finds himself spreading his legs wider to accommodate Taehyung as the younger crawls back onto the couch.
"Hyung," Taehyung coos, breath fanning into Yoongi's ear as Taehyung weaves a hand down between them, sliding one finger inside him easily. Yoongi moans softly in acknowledgement, turning to nuzzle into Taehyung's nose and Tae preens under the attention, lapping at Yoongi's mouth gratefully. He slides another finger into Yoongi too soon and Yoongi doesn't protest, not now, not when Taehyung is being so good, so patient despite the heat coursing through his veins, the gnawing instinct to mate and breed and fuck into anything with a heartbeat. The self control it takes to be able to prep Yoongi himself, his cock leaking against the backs of his thighs, took years to build up; Yoongi remembering the early days back in college when he would come home to Taehyung sobbing face-down on his mattress as he rubbed his cock raw against the bed sheets. Yoongi would tie him down so Taehyung didn't accidentally hurt him while he took the time to prep himself, and by the time he finally sunk down around his cock, breathy little whimpers falling past his lips as he fucked himself back on Taehyung's length, Taehyung almost always broke the ropes.
Yoongi is nothing short of proud of the way Taehyung leans back on his heels to lave his tongue over Yoongi's hole as he carefully scissors his fingers open inside of him, the stretch easy as he slides in a third finger. Yoongi gasps out a moan, increasingly aware of the deep blush coloring his cheeks at the slick sounds of Taehyung's lips around his hole, settling comfortably onto his tummy as he thrusts his tongue in along with his fingers, jamming against his prostate on every drive forward. He can tell the hybrid is becoming progressively more and more impatient, and god, fuck, Taehyung leans back to spit into his hole, a string of saliva connecting his lower lip and Yoongi's rim. "Taehyung-ah," Yoongi whines, blushing furiously as Taehyung looks up, leaning back to in to lave his tongue over Yoongi's hole, saliva and lube running everywhere, squelching obscenely and maintaining perfect eye contact; and he's not sure if the fire in the pit of his stomach burns any lower when Taehyung closes his eyes only to groan, savoring the taste and angling his head just, just right to wiggle his tongue in deeper. Fuck.
"Taehyung," Yoongi sobs, and it's shameless now, the way he ruts his hips back, weaving his fingers into Taehyung's hair, thumbs brushing over his soft ears, and pulling tight, tighter than he means to. Taehyung squeals softly, tugging his free hand out from beneath his belly and wrapping it around the top of Yoongi's thigh, roughly squeezing, urging him closer to his face. Yoongi is always surprised by the sheer amount of strength Taehyung is capable of, his manner so tame and gentle and sweet, and it'll only get better when Taehyung finally gets his cock inside him, his hips and hands leaving bruises on his pale skin, most months. Taehyung whines into his ass, the vibrations making Yoongi's cock jump against his tummy, accidentally yanking, hard, on the hybrid's hair.
Taehyung is suddenly frantic, yanking his fingers out of Yoongi's hole and struggling to catch his breath as he pulls away. "I'm coming, hyung, I'm coming, I'm coming," he crows, scrambling up onto his knees, and he can't stop rutting his hips forward, even as Yoongi wraps a hand around his drooling cock, cooing gently as he guides it inside himself, and the moment the head pushes in Taehyung jerks forward with more power than Yoongi expects, fucking in with abandon as he wails, tail beating excitedly against the side of the couch as his hips cant forward helplessly. "Hyung, oh, oh-"
"Come inside me, Tae, it's okay, good boy," Yoongi purrs, and he can feel Taehyung's cum leaking out of his rim as he pumps more and more inside him, always inexplicably proud of how much Taehyung comes for him, panting as he shoves his cock as deep inside his owner as he can. "You did so good, gave me so much cum, baby, I'm so proud."
Taehyung whines as his hips finally still, chest heaving as he slumps against the side of the couch. There's a faint blush covering his cheeks, probably from exertion more than anything, but Yoongi knows he gets off on being told he's a good boy, told how pretty and thick his cock is and how well he fucks his hyung. He whines unintelligibly, biting into the couch cushion as he rocks his hips forward gently, the heat still coursing through his veins outweighing the sensitivity.
"Are you gonna fuck me again?" Yoongi asks, scooting further down the couch so he can fold himself up underneath Taehyung, his legs presses against his chest and his ass up so the cum doesn't leak out of it. His voice is rough, and Taehyung whimpers at the sound of it, his cock twitching weakly inside him. "Gonna give hyung even more cum? Can you do that?"
Taehyung nods, his tail flopping against the couch before he ducks in, settling his weight almost entirely on top of Yoongi, tucking his face into the crook of his neck and letting hands loop around the back of Yoongi's shoulders, breathing him in. "I love you," he simpers, nuzzling into the column of his neck, licking a stripe up the side, and Yoongi is caught off guard at the way he thrusts in harshly, panting out a moan against his neck.
"I-I love you, too, baby," Yoongi stutters, Taehyung humming a satisfied sound as he fucks in again, his hips slapping obscenely against Yoongi's ass. He sets a rough pace, rutting his hips forward as he tightens his grip on Yoongi's shoulders, and Yoongi's cock brushes against their stomachs on every thrust forward, leaking profusely now. Taehyung fucks these delicate little noises out of him, his entire body twitching in oversensitivity whenever his cock jabs against his prostate, and Yoongi loves, fucking loves how filthy it is, how used he feels; Taehyung pushing his cock into him because he's warm and flexible and has a pretty, wet little hole, and Yoongi squeezes his hands around Taehyung's biceps, resisting the urge to touch himself because it's always so much better when he can come just from Taehyung's cock.
"Am I a good boy?" Taehyung pants, sliding his knees up higher to get more leverage, and he fucks in harder, grabbing Yoongi's hips and tilting them upwards so he can ram directly into his prostate, making Yoongi shout. Taehyung's breath is labored against his neck, but he fucks into Yoongi with all the strength he has, the couch sliding along the floor and the slap of skin on skin nearly overpowering the volume of Yoongi's moans. "Am I doing a good job?" Yoongi can barely breathe, let alone string together a coherent sentence, the head of Taehyung's cock pressing into his prostate and making his brain go blank, his vision go white, unable to concentrate on anything except the girth of Taehyung's cock and the overwhelming pleasure pooling in his gut, clenching uncontrollably around Taehyung.
"Taehyung-ah," Yoongi wails, scratching white lines up the expanse of his back. "Faster, t'so good, so fucking good, please faster, please, please." Taehyung's forehead presses against his shoulder and it's so hot, they're both sweating and overheating but it's so good, too good to stop now. The hybrid nearly sobs as he grips Yoongi's waist in his large hands, fucking in so fast Yoongi's voice cracks off mid-moan, the thump of his tail against the couch matching the bruising slap of his hipbones to Yoongi's ass.
"You're so tight," Taehyung moans, and Yoongi's legs tense, trying to squeeze his thighs together as his orgasm approaches, a bad habit left over from when he was a teenager. Taehyung slaps his hand against the side of his thigh with a resounding crack, Yoongi choking on a moan as cum splatters over his chest, whining high in his throat as Taehyung bears down harder, his pace unrelenting.
It's so much, Taehyung all over him and every touch has him jerking, pulsating around Taehyung's cock thrusting in and out of him. "Please come," Yoongi cries, blinking tears out of his eyes, rolling back into his hair. "Please come, Taehyung, come on, fill me up." Taehyung groans, biting down on the curve of Yoongi's shoulder, and his vision goes white, moaning obscenely as he thrusts two, three final times before moaning out his release, his tail rigid behind him.
"Yoon," Taehyung sighs, and the second orgasms are always longer, Yoongi reveling in the feeling of Taehyung's cock throbbing inside him. There's no way all that cum has stayed inside him, their couch probably ruined, but he can't even bring himself to care, Taehyung brushing his nose against his collarbone.
"Such a big boy," Yoongi hums, caressing a hand up his puppy's back, and Taehyung visibly relaxes at the praise, letting Yoongi's legs down from around his waist and settling the rest of his weight on top of him, his cock still buried inside him. "Can't believe how good you are, taking such good care of hyung."
Taehyung adjusts, sliding an arm underneath Yoongi's back and shifting the smaller male out from underneath him, laying into the couch and tucking Yoongi into his side, his pale leg slung over Taehyung's hip, the difference in skin tone breathtaking as they're on the cusp of sleep. "I was a good boy?" he mutters, burying his face in Yoongi's hair, letting his eyes flutter shut. There was nowhere safer in the world to be than wrapped up in his owner's body.
"Mmm," Yoongi hums, skimming the whorls of his fingers along Taehyung chest, around his nipples, up to his neck. Taehyung is probably asleep, snoring softly into Yoongi's hair, sounding awfully similar to the wind howling outside, and Yoongi smiles softly. His cock is still pulsing inside him, cum dribbling down the inside of his thigh. It's comforting, honestly, Taehyung's heartbeat tangible from inside him, connected in a way that they've recreated countless times. It never loses it's significance, though. It never feels any less secure. It feel like home. "You're my good boy."