Summary: Yoongi's fingers are just too short to reach that spot inside of him. When Tae walks in on the frustrated man, he offers to help his hyung.

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Yoongi was sprawled out on his bed, tears running down his face from desperation and frustration.

Sweat was collecting on his forehead, sticking his tangled hair to it.

"Fuck," he groaned.

He had nothing on except for a shirt he had borrowed from one of the other members.

The scent it had was turning him on more. He knew the scent, but his mind was too fogged to decipher who it belonged to.

His fingers were plunging in and out of his hole, trying desperately to reach the spot that would have him cumming in seconds. His other hand was furiously pumping his cock.

But, to no avail. His fingers were far too short, and he could feel tears of frustration welling up in the corners of his eyes.

He was so desperate to cum - he hasn't had a proper orgasm for the past two weeks because of his short fingers.

He was startled when his door opened, V walking in cluelessly, looking at something on his phone as he asked, "Hyung? Have you seen my shirt? I saw you-"

He stopped talking when he finally looked up from his phone, gasping when he saw the state his hyung was in.

Yoongi still had four fingers in him, as far as he could push them, and he was laying on his back, propping himself up with his arm.

Yoongi was obviously wearing the shirt Taehyung was looking for.

"Tae..." Yoongi muttered breathlessly, embarrassed but too stunned (and horny) to move.

"Hyung," Taehyung said, "I-..."

He cut himself off with a gulp, but made no further moves to continue speaking.

Yoongi could only stare up at Taehyung, while the younger stared at...him. He stared at his crotch, his fingers that had disappeared within his body.

It made Yoongi shiver, and caused his cock to jump in anticipation.

Taehyung saw it, and snapped out of his daze.

He looked at Yoongi's face now, and accidentally let his phone fall from his grasp when he realized Yoongi had been crying.

"Why are you crying, Hyung?" He asked with concern.

He would have run over to his hyung to hug him tight, had the circumstances been different.

"I-I wasn't," Yoongi said, still staring up at Taehyung.

He was mortified by the whole situation, but at the same time turned on from it.

Having the knowledge that he had been getting turned on by the scent of Taehyung coming from the shirt he was wearing made his face darken in color, and his cock jumped again.

Taehyung's eyes moved to it, and then back up to Yoongi's face.

"You're crying, hyung," Taehyung repeated as a statement.

Yoongi reached his free hand up, wiping at his face to reveal that he was, in fact, crying.

But he was crying out of sheer frustration.

"I-I'm frustrated, T-Tae," he whined, trying to push his fingers in deeper, using his other hand to spread apart his cheeks in hopes of it allowing his finger to go in deeper.

He stared into Taehyung's eyes the whole time, looking desperate and devastated.

"Fuck," Taehyung muttered. He quickly shut and locked Yoongi's door, before walking to the bed.

"Why are you desperate, Hyung?"

Yoongi pulled his fingers out with a shuttering breath.

"C-Can't reach," he replied, showing Tae his fingers that were glistening with spit and lube.

"Your fingers are too short, Hyung?" Taehyung teased, holding his hand up to compare their hand size.

Yoongi's mouth water when he realized how much longer Taehyung's fingers were than his.

He stared at Taehyung, unintentionally leaning his head down to sniff at the shirt he was still wearing.

"Getting turned on by my scent?" Taehyung teased.

"Fuck off," Yoongi whined.

Taehyung crawled onto the bed, hovering beside Yoongi, "do you want me to help you, Hyung?"

Yoongi shivered, and all shame left him at the thought of Taehyung's long fingers being able to reach his spot.

Yoongi desperately spread his cheeks, nodding his head frantically at Taehyung, "please, Tae, please!"

Taehyung was startled at the sheer desperation of Yoongi, but he got the lube, that had been sitting on the bed by them, and coated two of his fingers.

"Can I go straight in? Or do you want me to go slo-"

"Right in!" Yoongi cried.

Taehyung would have laughed at the desperation Yoongi was showing, but he knew the older would kill him in the near future if he did.

So, instead, he pushed both fingers into Yoongi.

He kept pushing in until he ran out of length, and all the while, Yoongi let out a loud moan as he arched his back.

Yoongi shivered as a rush of arousal spread through him when Taehyung's fingers brushed his prostate.

"Right there, Taehyung, push there," he begged.

Taehyung pushed the tips of his fingers against Yoongi's prostate, causing the elder to cry out a moan.

He started thrusting his fingers in and out, making sure to hit Yoongi's spot every time.

Yoongi began crying again, but this time from pleasure and relief. 

"Fuck, Tae," he cried.

"Is this okay, hyung?" Taehyung asked, worried about the tears coming from Yoongi.

Yoongi nodded, "so good- uhhhhh."

Yoongi's legs started to shake, but he held off his orgasm – it would be too embarrassing to cum that quick just from Taehyung's fingers.

"Oh, Tae, oh Tae, oh, oh, fuck," he whimpered as Tae continued thrusting.

Suddenly, Taehyung pulled his fingers out, and Yoongi looked at him alarmed.

Almost as soon as the younger's fingers had come out, however, they were back in. But this time, Taehyung had added a third finger.

Yoongi threw his head back as he felt the stretch. It wasn't painful, though, it made him feel fuller.

His babbling of moans and nonsensical words continued, as Tae pounded Yoongi with his fingers.

Taehyung had pulled his cock free from the confides of his pants, and began pumping it quickly, in time with his fingers thrusting in.

"T-Tae," Yoongi cried, "I'm go-gonna cum."

Taehyung grunted in response, speeding up the pace of both his hands.

Yoongi came seconds later, gripping tightly at his bed sheets.

Taehyung, watching his hyung's powerful orgasm, could feel his own coming soon.

"Gonna cum, too," he told the older.

Yoongi opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, grabbing at Taehyung and trying to pull him toward himself.

Taehyung stopped his hand for a moment to straddle Yoongi's chest, jerking himself above the other's waiting mouth.

His hand was pushed away, replaced by Yoongi, who stroked him quickly.

Taehyung came a moment later, throwing his head back and gripping at Yoongi's hair as the older put his mouth over the head of Taehyung's cock, swallowing all his cum.

"You're a freak, Hyung," Taehyung panted, once he had gotten over his orgasm.

Yoongi smiled up at him tiredly.

"T-Thanks for.. helping me, Tae," he blushed, watching as Taehyung moved around until he was laying next to Yoongi.

Taehyung nodded, "of course, Hyung. You looked so desperate."

Yoongi blushed even more, and rolled on to his stomach to put his face in his pillow, groaning from embarrassment.

"How long has it been since you came, Hyung?" Taehyung half-teased.

"I haven't had a proper orgasm for two weeks."

Taehyung gasped, "have you been too busy?"

"No," Yoongi muttered, "it's just, my fingers are short. I couldn't...you know."

Taehyung rolled on to his side and wrapped an arm around Yoongi's back, kissing his shoulder, "you couldn't reach?"

Yoongi nodded in confirmation.

Taehyung chuckled, "you can always come to me when you need to cum, Hyung."

"Aish!" Yoongi groaned, "don't be like that. You're a pervert, Taehyung."

Taehyung laughed, and rolled on top of Yoongi, who grumbled at the younger's actions.

"I mean it, Yoongi. I'll be there for whatever you need me for."

"Mmm, stop talking, it's embarrassing."

There was a moment of silence where Taehyung was just laying on top of Yoongi, listening to his heavy breathing.

"Taehyung," Yoongi spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Mhm?"

"Hyung loves you," Yoongi muttered.

Taehyung blushed at the rare affection of Yoongi, and grinned his boxy smile.

He got off Yoongi and rolled the older around, who's face was red.

"Hyungie!" Taehyung grinned, "say it again!"

Yoongi hid his face in his hands, "no!"

"I love you too, Yoongi Hyung! The others are gonna be jealous when I tell them what you said."

Yoongi groaned, "you kids are so annoying."

"I'm not a kid, hyung," Taehyung laughed.

"Yes you are," Yoongi insisted, grinning at Taehyung.

"That would make you a pedophile, hyung," Taehyung gaped in mock surprise.

Yoongi laughed, "don't call me that, pabo!"

"How did we go from having almost sex to this?" Taehyung asked, cocking his head to the side.

Yoongi's blush came back, "you're so annoying, Taehyung."

Taehyung shrugged, and leaned forward to kiss Yoongi's forehead.

Then, he got up, "I'm gonna tell the others that you said you love me."

He began walking to the door, but Yoongi stopped him by saying 'uh, uh, uh!'

"You're going out to tell the others like that?"

Taehyung frowned, "Like what, Hyung?"

"Taehyung," Yoongi laughed, "your dick is still out."

Taehyung looked down and, sure enough, his dick was still out.

He shoved it back into his pants, his face scarlet, "I hate you hyung."

Yoongi was cackling as Taehyung ran out of the room to tell the others that Yoongi had said 'I love you' to him.