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It was a hot night after a long, hot day in LA, and Yoongi was spread out in his chair in the studio, cooling his lips with a cold can of beer. He might not be able to finish this one. It was number three (or maybe two) in about an hour. It was hard to guess, Namjoon’s cans were all over the place, and he might even be drinking one of his. Who knows.
Yoongi was trying to fight it. Trying to sit upright and focus on the work, but his bones had gone mellow.
Flow state as Namjoon called it. Yoongi liked that, lots of things were easier that way. He was a lot less prone to overthinking when he was drunk.
"It’s good," Hoseok said. The sly motherfucker was only on beer number one, probably.
Hoseok had been wearing his shirt unbuttoned lately, and he was sweaty. His chest glistened in the dim yellow light. Hoseok didn’t need much to get into the nitty-gritty of writing, he was laser-focused and sharp. His verses and their rhythm came fast to him nowadays. Hobi was at ease, as if the last six years had been nothing but a blink in a Marvel movie. They had started right where they left off.
"It is, but we need to just… finish it." Namjoon scooted up in his chair and slouched by the computer screen again. It was the same practiced move he’d been making for the past hour.
Yoongi was getting sick of this song. Still, he listened to it one more time. They were mining for diamonds here. With over ninety tracks, whenever that one appeared, the one that stood out from the rest, they latched onto it. They tweaked it to perfection and didn't let go for hours knowing that this had to be the one that ascends into being the new Arirang song. It was like pampering a favourite child and leaving the rest to die.
The song poured at full volume out of the studio speakers as if it wasn’t midnight.
It was fine. It wasn’t like anybody was sleeping these days. Not the producers, they’d gone out this afternoon, and the others were supposed to be working on a different track. Jimin was, at least. Jungkook had messaged the group chat that he was having a midnight barbecue, so chances were they were all huddled up in the villa kitchen now.
The sleep schedule was beyond fucked up, so… maybe some of them had just woken up.
Yoongi stood up from his chair and scratched his head. "I would just lower the bass," Yoongi said.
He had already suggested it once, about half an hour ago. Namjoon had three different rhythms for the verse that he was interchanging with different basslines, but honestly, this one version was better than the others. Namjoon lowered the bass and went back into his booth. Yoongi replaced him at the desk and watched the levels on Namjoon’s microphone go up and down, up and down.
The bass started playing for one more time, not so different from the previous one, as this rhythm was the best they came up with. Now it was just harsher, bumpier, and dirtier. Namjoon started his verse lower to match the bass, with a newfound energy that manifested as a grin into the microphone. Namjoon was rarely cocky, but this was one of those instances where he took the listeners by their balls and refused to let go.
It was kind of sexual, and Yoongi liked that. Those were the kind of waters they needed to explore to bring the new BTS out.
"Wow, seriously, that’s really good." Hoseok stood up and sat on the desk to show Namjoon a thumbs up. He smirked in Namjoon’s direction.
Yeah, definitely sexual. It was getting hotter with every passing minute.
"I liked that." Namjoon took off his headphones and hopped back to the studio computer. Yoongi replayed the new part, and the three of them nodded in silent agreement.
"So the chorus is figured out, right? Jungkook can sing this." Namjoon jabbed his finger at the monitor where the demo of the chorus sat.
"Yeah…" Yoongi nodded.
And yet… there was something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. It needed something, like when food needs a little more spice but the chef isn’t sure which kind.
"I feel like there should be… something to introduce the vibe, you know?" Hoseok gestured with his hands. He intertwined his fingers and made a scissoring motion.
Yoongi raised his eyebrows at him.
"Oh, come on. You know what I mean."
Yoongi knew what he meant, just not in the form of words.
"Something like dah, dah, dah," Namjoon proposed while drumming the rhythm into the desk. Then he stepped back into the booth and recorded it to the beat. It was good enough as a placeholder, but not quite right.
"Or someone from the vocal line could do that, you know?" Namjoon said through the mic directly into the studio speakers.
They sat back in their chairs. It felt like they’d moved a mile and had now come to a halt once again. Now it was Yoongi who was playing the chosen track over and over. Mainly Taehyung’s part, his golden velvet voice. He was going higher on this album than he was used to. And he sounded incredible.
"But Taehyungie… he has such a pretty voice, no?" Yoongi was boozed out of his mind, but this idea was just floating around his head. He was about to have his eureka moment any second now.
"Yeah." Namjoon melted into his chair at this point, swinging back and forth.
Yoongi played Taehyung’s verse one more time, then one more. Yeah, such a pretty, unique voice.
"I’m going to text him," Yoongi decided, flipping open his phone.
"He’s probably asleep," Hoseok slurred. Either he was thinking intensely about something or falling asleep.
"I don’t think so," Yoongi shook his head. Not ‘Kim Night-Owl Taehyung’. He was likely stargazing on the rooftop, writing slam poetry in the bathtub, or auctioning an original Kandinsky painting through Google Meet. But not sleeping.
Tae read the message about two minutes later, just as Hoseok went into the booth to re-record his part, only to delete the result afterward. Which was predictable. Nothing was going to beat his first take. Not for Yoongi anyway. That's what had him half-hard in the first part of their session.
It was like a spell broke when someone suddenly knocked on the door. Yoongi felt weird opening it. In this badly lit, stuffy room, the three of them had developed their own ecosystem. It was intimate, as if they were naked, even though only Hoseok sort of was. And Yoongi wasn’t looking or complaining, but Namjoon was definitely sporting a tent in his pants.
Yoongi planned to comment on it only after they finished the song. He was curious if Hoseok was the reason or if Namjoon had just gotten really into the music. Both options were kinda hot.
"Hyung?" Taehyung stepped into the room. He was barefaced, casually dressed in a big black T-shirt tucked into dress pants. He also smelled like coffee.
Suddenly, Yoongi felt the room temperature change.
"You up?" Namjoon turned his chair and crossed his legs as he faced Taehyung. Yeah, definitely a tent. Yoongi intentionally caught Hoseok’s gaze but contained a neutral expression. Just to see if they were thinking the same thing. Hoseok was still sitting high on the table, there was no way he hadn’t noticed.
"Oh, you’re all here." Taehyung finally came in and closed the door very carefully. He rarely made any noise, which made Yoongi suspect they might be the only ones awake in the house after all.
"Yoongi-hyung texted me about a song?" Taehyung noticed the track open on the monitor and moved closer. "How’s it going?"
Yoongi bit his lip as Taehyung moved into Namjoon’s space to inspect their work. Namjoon put his hands in his lap and rolled back as far as the studio desk allowed.
"It’s the 'Fire' song, the dancey one," Hoseok clarified. "We thought you might do the intro. What do you think?"
"Wow, that’s a lot of progress. Can I?" He hovered the mouse over the play button. But Namjoon’s eyes had already gone south, south of Taehyung’s ass, before looking away completely. Taehyung always smelled really nice. It was probably driving Namjoon crazy.
Tae most likely noticed but stayed unbothered, looking over his shoulder for Yoongi’s permission instead.
"Yeah," Yoongi nodded. His beer had gone warm, but he tried to cool his forehead with the can anyway. Sweat was collecting above his upper lip. When he licked it, it tasted like salty beer.
As Taehyung played the track, Yoongi stood up and finished the can. He paced the room. His veins were pulsing, but not with booze. It was the pressure of all the words that hadn't formed yet, but they were there. Inches from the eureka. At this point, maybe he should just call it a climax.
Taehyung leaned toward Namjoon, and Namjoon reacted instantly by placing a hand on one of Taehyung’s legs. From his sitting position, it rested comfortably right above the kneecap. They all moved to the rhythm in their own ways. Hoseok swayed his legs with his head thrown back, Yoongi rocked back and forth, Taehyung bounced on his knees.
"You’re geniuses," Taehyung marveled at the finished verses. "Ah, my hyungs are so talented."
The silence after the heavy bass was a lot to bear. Yoongi was afraid to even swallow.
"We just…" Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose, "feel like it needs something, but…"
He made a motion with his hands,kind of like gripping someone’s ass, but that might have been a coincidence.
"I think I see what you mean," Taehyung said, playing the track one more time as he straightened his back. He was now as deep in thought as the rest of them. "It’s hot, though. The entire song. Sexy."
"Yeah, like fire," Namjoon grinned, and Hoseok rolled his eyes. He had opened a second can of beer, Yoongi noticed.
Another wave of silence. Taehyung was biting his lip, but it was unclear if he was thinking about the song or something else entirely.
Namjoon didn't look him in the eye, hiding his crotch behind his crossed legs and palms.
Something like that could never escape Kim Taehyung.
"You look like you need a break," he said casually to Namjoon. Then he looked at Yoongi, who was standing in the middle of the room, and Hoseok, who was fanning himself with his hand.
"Actually, let me try something." Taehyung turned on his heel to head to the recording booth. He was a true professional. He put the song on, and Namjoon muted his own pre-recorded grunting. Tae’s own replaced it, matching the song as if he had been in the studio with them the entire time. And now it was Yoongi's hard-on that was making a comeback.
"That’s good," Namjoon nodded his head to the rhythm. He had reached the point where his horniness guided him like a filthy muse. He probably didn't realize he was gripping his crotch as he listened to Tae.
"Yeah, it is. It’s almost there," Hoseok agreed. Yoongi then had his eureka moment. Had he been less tipsy, he might have been ashamed of it. Well, not today.
He didn’t really need to say anything, he caught Taehyung’s gaze through the glass almost immediately. Tae stepped out of the booth as Namjoon played the new version. He didn't look particularly satisfied with himself.
"Try a little more force? Like, breathe into it more?" Hoseok suggested. Taehyung bit his lip, then his pointer finger.
"I think it needs a little bit of method acting," Tae said, leaning on the recording table. His head lolled back as he circled his shoulders. Then his eyes fixated on Yoongi.
"That’s not what method acting is," Yoongi said, looking into his empty can rather than at Tae. He felt useless saying it. Taehyung must have known that what he was suggesting wasn't acting at all.
"We could do it for real," Tae said, his gaze landing on Namjoon, who was probably reaching his breaking point as his eyebrows flew high.
"You mean…" Namjoon pointed at Tae and then at the booth. His cock twitched almost immediately as his brain caught up with it. He untangled his legs.
This was a whole thing. It had gotten more intense after the military, Yoongi noticed, but it wasn't new anymore. It was as if the separation had lit a new fuse. After all these years, Yoongi was almost positive everyone had slept with everyone in every possible combination. Even all seven of them together, which had happened spontaneously only that one night, but boy, was it a night.
Now it was much more out in the open. Back then, it had been hard to talk about, and over time, their hooking up became an open secret. To the group and the company. It was a weird burden to bear. Somehow the staff just knew, or they believed the rumors other staff members told them.
Only after the military did Yoongi find it hard to give a shit. He couldn’t help what he wanted. Like their first night here, when Jimin and Hoseok gave them a striptease, just like that. The best dancers on the planet, why would he ever want to give that up?
It was all so easy, too easy to fall back into old habits because they knew each other so well.
That’s why Yoongi knew how great Taehyung smelled. Sometimes like coconut, sometimes like Hugo Boss, most of the time like freshly ground coffee beans. That’s why he knew how hard it was to resist him.
Taehyung very purposefully stuck out his leg to reach Namjoon’s growing erection. Yoongi’s breath hitched. Well, here we go again.
The seven of then were crazy, they must have lost their minds in this building, and there was just no going back.
It was exactly what they needed to finish the album.
Namjoon stood up, his cheeks pink. He took Tae by his hips and breathed into his neck.
"Should we leave?" Hoseok asked.
"No," Tae shook his head. Namjoon’s arms engulfed him as their leader peppered his neck with three light kisses.
"Thank God," Yoongi said out loud. He hadn't intended to, but it got a laugh out of all three of them.
"You know, I would have done it even if there wasn't a song, Tae," Namjoon said.
"I know," Tae smirked. His smile was incredibly attractive. He lifted his arms and stroked the back of Namjoon’s head with his nails. Namjoon attacked his neck and jaw with more kisses.
"Fuck, I want to. I’m so hard it’s not even funny," Namjoon said. He was the last person to be nonchalant, though he was excellent with his words. Tae whined again. It wasn't pathetic, it was more like an impulse, or perhaps impatience.
"You have to be quiet, Joon. In the booth," Yoongi warned him.
"Yeah… yeah, I’ll try my best."
"Wait, lube? You have lube in here?" Tae stilled Namjoon’s hands that were going to the buttons of his pants. Hoseok bit his lip to keep from laughing even as he palmed himself through his pants.
"Me and Yoongi already got busy."
Yoongi went red even though rationally, there wasn't much blood left to go up to his face. Hoseok reached to the drawer between his legs and pulled the lube they’d used a few days prior. Yoongi recognised it right away.
"Well, damn. Sorry I didn't know it was yours. Me and Jungkook used it too," Namjoon said sheepishly into Taehyung’s neck as the youngest caught the bottle. There was still a lot left, it was almost new.
"Wait… just the two of you?" Hoseok asked.
"Yeah," Namjoon nodded.
"Jungkookie is different since the military," Yoongi said, though he wasn't sure how much he was allowed to say. Yoongi was still figuring him out.
"Wait. Raise a hand if Jungkook asked you to top him," Tae asked. All of them raised their hands.
"Damn, this kid," Yoongi palmed his own dick. Jungkook was like Namjoon, usually the provider. He rarely bottomed for anybody. But these last six months had been different for all of them. Jungkook included.
"So?" Hoseok asked.
"Let’s just fuck," Namjoon said, popping the button on Taehyung’s dress pants.
"Yeah, but let’s do it in the booth," Taehyung stilled his hands once more. "I dare you."
"You think I won't?" Namjoon pushed him into the table.
"You’re both crazy, really." Hoseok was getting off on their pushing and pulling alone. He even opened another button on his shirt.
Namjoon took Tae by the hand and dragged him into the booth. Yoongi abruptly stood up and locked the studio door while unzipping his fly. He wasn't about to let the moment be interrupted by someone who didn't know how to knock.
"Come here," Namjoon demanded. He was now behind Taehyung, who braced himself against the booth’s window ledge. "We need you here."
Tae nodded, his lip between his teeth, as Namjoon unzipped his fly and untucked his shirt.
Yoongi glanced at Hoseok, who looked back at that exact moment. They nodded to each other, and Hoseok led the way. Yoongi closed the booth door shut, and suddenly the outside world was gone.
No noise could get through the thick soundproof walls, but the breathing inside got louder, the clanking of their belts more prominent.
Yoongi didn't need to tell Hoseok to be silent. It was a challenge, a tradeoff for the front-row view.
"Okay, how… what do you need?" Namjoon whispered into Taehyung’s ear. His hands were desperate, eager to touch anywhere. Taehyung’s stomach, the curve of his hips but without taking his clothes off yet. Tae’s skin was smooth and soft, Yoongi knew that painfully well.
"Just you… fuck. Just fuck me," Taehyung said, not wanting to waste time. He pressed his ass directly into Namjoon’s crotch. "Please."
"Fuck, Tae." Namjoon loved kissing his neck. He also loved to fuck with clothes on. He barely had the patience to take off his or Taehyung’s shirt. Such a fucking a waste of time.
Namjoon pushed back into Tae and shoved his pants just below the swell of his ass. Tae breathed out loud when Namjoon pressed his cock right against his underwear. It was music to Yoongi’s ears. Yoongi carefully slipped his hand inside his own boxers, giving himself a few tugs.
He could imagine Tae getting fucked, mouth slightly open. But Tae always liked to keep his composure, he would smirk when their eyes met and hold his gaze even as he got exactly what he came here for.
Hoseok saw him out of the corner of his eye and took action. Unlike Yoongi, he didn't hesitate to unzip his jeans and shake them down to his knees as his back hit the soundproof wall. He stood with Yoongi on one side, both keeping their distance.
When Yoongi saw Hoseok’s pretty, slim hand wrap around his cock, his mouth watered. For a moment, he was lost in the way Hoseok slowly dragged his fist up. He certainly liked teasing himself.
Then Yoongi heard the lid of the lube snap open, and his gaze lifted to Taehyung. Tae was actually looking at them, teeth still abusing his lower lip as Namjoon’s palms slid over his ass, inner thighs, and stomach. He held out the open bottle to the two of them.
"Help us?" Tae’s voice was breathy. Yoongi knew him well enough to know he was impatient, but he still tried to include all of them in his pleasure. He was like that, unapologetic and shameless.
"You do it. I’ll watch," Hoseok nudged Yoongi with his elbow.
"Come closer then, Hobi," Yoongi stepped away from the wall and held out his hand to Tae, who squeezed the lube onto Yoongi’s fingers. Yoongi circled Namjoon and Tae so he wouldn't block Hoseok’s view, but he needed him closer. He needed him to lean on the window next to Taehyung, to hold him in case his knees gave out.
Namjoon stood back just a little. He kept one hand on Taehyung’s hip, caressed his lower back with the other, and finally dragged Tae’s boxers down.
There wasn't much light in the booth, just two yellow LED strips and the light leaking in from the studio. The best Yoongi could see was Taehyung’s face and his gorgeous eyes, but his bare skin shone through the dark fabric now. It was impossible not to touch. Yoongi ran a palm across Tae’s cheek and then pressed his slick pointer finger against Tae’s hole.
"Okay, that’s cold," Taehyung squirmed, but Yoongi just felt like teasing him. He was all smug and confident, but the moment Yoongi laid hands on him, a tiny blush appeared on his face.
Namjoon craned his neck to see better as Yoongi teased the entrance, never pushing in, just circling with the pad of his finger.
,,So pretty,” said Namjoon and leaned forward for a moment to kiss Taehyung's shoulder blades.
Tae sucked in a breath. He needed a better hold on his body if he wanted to give in to his hyungs, so he braced his forearm on the glass while his other hand quickly squeezed his own dick. Namjoon was quick to catch up, helping Tae with his erection so he could steady himself against the window better.
Yoongi was completely immersed in Taehyung, the way his eyebrows pinched and how he poked out his tongue just a little when Yoongi finally pushed a finger in. His eyes were closed, his forehead propped on his arms as his breath fogged the window. He was concentrating on Yoongi’s finger as it went deep and curled inside, a promise of what was to come.
Namjoon watched with concentration as Yoongi’s finger disappeared into Tae, his pretty ass in full view.
Yoongi wasn't taking any chances, Namjoon was big and Tae was tight, so he dragged this out. Hoseok remained in place, teasing his tip and watching with his chin held high.
"Want to come closer?" Namjoon asked. Hoseok only smiled.
"In a bit. This is a pretty good view, too."
Yoongi could only imagine the picture: Tae bent over, leaning on the window, Namjoon holding his shirt up to work on his dick, Yoongi standing between them, fingers slipping in and out until Tae started to arch into the touch.
Yoongi added a second finger, which was a stretch. It almost made him moan as Tae maybe subconsciously squeezed around him. Yoongi became painfully aware of how he was neglecting his own dick. But he was on a mission. It could wait.
He pulled out and held his hand out again so Tae could pour more lube. It wasn't as easy for him this time, his hand was shaking, but he managed. Yoongi went in with three fingers.
Tae sucked in a breath, then breathed hard through his nose.
Yoongi glanced at the "On Air" light, which was still turned off.
As if on cue, Hoseok finally came closer, taking the lube and the condom Tae had been holding. He poured some on his left hand, then tucked the bottle into his hanging pants as his dominant hand went back to his own dick and his slick left hand found Namjoon’s.
Namjoon’s cock was gorgeous, big and thick, and Hoseok’s hands were delicate. Namjoon moaned as Hoseok stroked him at a quick pace that Yoongi matched with his fingers.
"Oh my god," Tae gasped. Namjoon gripped his hips even tighter, nails digging into sun-kissed skin. Pre-come formed at the tip of Namjoons cock.
"You ready?" Hoseok looked at Taehyung, who nodded immediately. Then he opened the condom, and Yoongi pulled his fingers out to help Hoseok roll it onto Namjoon.
"Fuck," Tae cursed under his breath. He adjusted his stance. Instead of sticking his ass out in a way that had to be uncomfortable for his lower back, he stood more straight and stable. "I’m ready, hyung."
"Yeah?" Namjoon held his dick to Tae’s hole, and Tae moaned the loudest he had yet.
Yoongi almost finished right then and there. The fruits of his labor were delicious. Tae engulfed Namjoon’s tip, tightened his stomach, and hung his head.
Namjoon wasn't satisfied with the position. He spread Tae’s inner thighs wider and pushed him further against the glass as he slid all the way in.
"Oh, my… fuck," Tae cursed.
It had to be gradual. Namjoon was good at keeping his composure because he was big and didn't want to cause pain, only pleasure. Tae didn't like it gentle, not from Namjoon, but it took him a moment to adjust. Tae felt himself open up as Namjoon stretched him deep, hands holding him firmly in place.
Yoongi could have cried at how good they both looked.
There were no more words to be spoken. Yoongi just wanted to watch and listen. Hoseok looked the same.
Namjoon slowly pushed his entire length out of Tae and then back in until he was flush with his ass again, a preview of what he was about to do. Tae was out of breath for a moment, his composure unraveling thread by thread.
Namjoon leaned in and pressed his face to Tae’s ear. "I’m going to fuck you, Taehyung, okay?" Namjoon put his hands higher on Tae’s hips, rucking up his shirt. His pants were still around his ankles, but Hoseok and Yoongi were both there to hold him if he lost his balance.
Tae nodded, bit his lip, and braced himself.
Almost immediately, Namjoon started a relentless pace. His dick slipped nearly all the way out before slamming back in, rocking Tae’s body back and forth.
"Fuck, wait," Yoongi snapped out of his haze, earning evil looks from both Hoseok and Tae. But Namjoon stopped as Yoongi reached for the microphone.
It took Yoongi a moment to remember how to use his hands for something other than his dick. He pulled the mic closer to Tae, earning a smirk from him as he pressed the record button.
Namjoon didn't wait long to start fucking him again.
Tae gasped for air. It would have been barely audible in a normal room, but here, Yoongi could hear every detail. Tae took Namjoon’s dick like it was nothing, and only small, shallow breaths came out. He stayed as close to the microphone as possible, breathing into it while Namjoon buckled his hips. Tae took it all, teeth biting lips, fists clenched, brows knit tight. His breath was a testament to how good Namjoons dick was making him feel.
The brilliance of the idea was that Tae wasn't a screamer. He let the feeling overtake him in quick, sharp breaths that matched Namjoon’s rhythm. First slowly, taking every inch, then quicker and quicker until the feeling was too good and intense that it dissolved his self control.
Yoongi finally allowed himself to touch his own dick again and had to stop himself from moaning. He wasn't a loud lover either.
Now he didn't know where to look: at Taehyung’s perfect face, his neck drenched in sweat, or down where Namjoon’s thick cock stretched him open. Or at Namjoon’s concentrated face, which was falling apart from the heat of Tae’s body.
Hoseok suddenly put a hand over his own mouth as he worked his hand up and down. Yoongi regretted being on the opposite side, he wanted to help, to touch Hoseok and make him come.
But Hobi managed to stave off his orgasm as his eyes fell on Taehyung’s face. He reached out and combed Tae’s hair out of his eyes. The gesture was way too gentle for the situation they got themselves in.
Yoongi’s heart squeezed. He really did love them, all six of them so fucking much. He wished he was better with words, less cowardly, so he could tell them properly.
Namjoon wasn't a selfish lover, he reached out with his left hand and pulled Yoongi closer by the waist. His palm slipped under Yoongi’s shirt, traveling lower to grope his ass. Yoongi hissed, holding himself upright against Namjoon’s shoulder. He was close. He hoped they all were.
Namjoon did the same to Hoseok, who was now helping Tae with his own dick. Hoseok rested his head on Namjoon’s other shoulder as the pace grew erratic. Yoongi knew Hoseok’s i-am-so-fucking-close face better than the back of his own hand, he got whiny, overstimulated, and needed to be held tight. Namjoon did just that.
"Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come," Namjoon whispered. "Fuck, Tae. You’re so…"
With three last quick thrusts, he finished. Yoongi looked up at Tae, and the bastard smiled at him. Yoongi was done the moment Tae reached for him. It only took three pumps and one look into Tae’s eyes for Yoongi to come all over Tae’s hand and hip.
It shook him. His entire body felt probed by electricity. He braced himself on Namjoon, who was now focusing on making Hoseok finish. Namjoon pulled out of Tae, holding him with one hand while jerking Hoseok dry with the other. Hoseok came with his head thrown back.
Yoongi was floating somewhere far away, somewhere that wasn't LA, when he heard Taehyung’s breath. No way he was leaving him hanging after all of that. He turned Tae toward him, back pressed against the glass. His shoulder hit the microphone, but fuck it.
Yoongi kissed him, Tae’s lips raw from his own biting.
"What do you need?" Yoongi asked, hand ghosting over his inner thigh.
"Just you. Your hand. Anything." Tae wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s neck, his legs shaking. Yoongi took Tae’s hard dick in his hand and jerked him through his orgasm. He felt the eyes on his back, which only made him go faster.
Tae was panting directly into Yoongi’s ear. Yoongi wondered if the microphone could ever truly capture his voice like this, this pretty, this breathy, this utterly gone. He doubted it. On one hand, he didn't want anyone else to hear it, on the other, he needed the whole world to know.
Yoongi wondered how long it would take for him to get hard again. He could fuck Taehyung like this. He will, when he gets the chance.
Tae came while biting Yoongi’s neck, pressing his body into him and shaking. Yoongi made sure he didn't fall, holding him as long as he needed.
Tae finally came down, kissing the spot where he’d bitten Yoongi. Yoongi smacked his ass lightly for it, but he didn't mind. He truly didn't.
"My legs are jelly," Tae said with an embarrassed smile. He tried to detach himself from Yoongi, but Yoongi didn't trust him to stand on his own yet, so he didn't let go. He just helped him dress, tucking in his shirt and zipping his pants for him.
"Otherwise okay?" Namjoon asked. Tae nodded.
"Better, even."
That made everyone chuckle. Yoongi was exhausted. He wondered if this had been Tae’s plan to finally get them out of the studio all along. He felt like cuddling in bed all morning, and perhaps that’s what they should do.
"I’ll carry you. Come on, on my back," Namjoon offered, not taking no for an answer. He turned his back, and Tae rolled his eyes before climbing onto him with a giggle. Namjoon held him up by his thighs, and Hoseok opened the door for them.
Namjoon and Tae were the first to leave, but Yoongi stopped at the computer. He made sure to trim the audio at the end.
"I think the song is done, no?" Hoseok came up behind him, adjusting his pants. He looked gorgeous, a sweet heart-shaped smile on his lips.
"Yeah," Yoongi said. "I think so.”