Yoongi doesn't particularly like taking public transportation but he's not fond of driving either. He has his license, actually since he turned eighteen but driving is just not his cup of tea. Seoul is a very busy city and there are always a lot of cars on the streets, a lot of people who are in a hurry and aren't really considerate of others around them. Driving is just very stressful for Yoongi and with his tendency to zone out sometimes it's not the best thing driving a car while that happens, right?

So, that is why Yoongi is currently walking down the street towards Taehyung's apartment complex after getting off the bus. It's late in the afternoon but not too late to have too many people coming home from their job and not too early to be taking the bus with everyone who finishes work around midday.

The bus has been relatively empty and on the ride and Yoongi had enough time to think about all of this. The signed contract makes his bag way heavier than it's supposed to be. Obviously, only metaphorically. But it actually feels like he's carrying lead.

He knows that something is going to happen. If he gives the signed contract back to Taehyung something will definitely happen already today and even though he feels nervous about it there is also excitement swimming in his stomach. Every time he even thinks about Taehyung his mind wanders back to those times where he's given up control over himself, given it to someone else who took care of him – all those memories make him want to relive those feelings.

Taehyung has been right from the start.

He needs him. He needs this. He needs Taehyung to make him breathe, to save him from his own obsessed self and he can't wait for the other to give him exactly what he needs.

Honestly, he didn't really expect Taehyung to invite him on their first official date to his apartment. Is there a tiny, teeny part inside of him that is a little bit disappointed to not be invited to some kind of fancy dinner in a restaurant at the top of one of Seoul's skyscrapers? Maybe. But is he also very pleasantly surprised that Taehyung doesn't pull any obvious rich boy stereotypes on him? Definitely. It kind of fits him.

After getting to know Taehyung a bit more since their fateful encounter at Sense Yoongi has quickly learned that Taehyung is anything but a spoiled kid bragging about everything he can buy and owns. There is so much more to him and sometimes Yoongi thinks that there's a part of Taehyung that never learned to grow up, that kept its childlike wonder. It's endearing and honestly, Yoongi thinks he's going to feel much more comfortable inside of Taehyung's apartment than in a restaurant. Inside the other's apartment, it's just the two of them having dinner together, without a million other people around them.

He stands in front of the complex feeling a little bit out of place. This is not a simple apartment complex. That is a whole skyscraper on its own. The foyer is huge, filled with what seems like a million mailboxes for all the people living in here. Honestly, he doesn't remember much from that one time he had been at Taehyung's place but the inside of the elevator feels at least a little familiar.

Mirrors are on each wall and Yoongi feels quite uncomfortable with seeing himself wherever he looks. He nervously pulls at the sleeves of his shirt. His jacket is already slung over his arm and suddenly there's another worry clouding his mind. Taehyung said they would stay in, eat dinner at his place but Yoongi still tried to dress nice. It's obvious. The dress shirt, the pants, the way he carefully styled his hair and even put on a hint of makeup to hide the dark circles under his eyes and the red patch of skin that has started to form on his chin again. An irritation caused by stress. Nothing Yoongi could really prevent.

By the time the elevator finally arrives at the top floor his hands are shaking and there's sweat building on his forehead and in his armpits. Just great. His heart is beating out of his chest and his breath comes out shorter and shorter with each step he takes through the hall and towards the only door up here.

Maybe he's overdressed or maybe he's underdressed! Maybe he's not on time or messed up the dates and Taehyung isn't even expecting him. There's a ringing in his ears. What if this is the wrong apartment? It's getting harder to swallow. What if he's going to completely embarrass himself in front of Taehyung? What if –

"Hyung!"

It feels like Taehyung's voice pulled him up again. Pulled him out of the water that threatened to drown him. The tension inside of him reduces instantly slightly and Yoongi could breathe again.

Taehyung greets him with a bright smile as soon as the door opens. Or at least Yoongi thinks it's a bright smile. His gaze is still directed at the doormat, now at Taehyung's feet in cute rainbow socks.

"Hey, Tae," Yoongi says a little shyly. He's still not lifting his gaze and the nervousness also hasn't faded from him yet.

"Want to hug or just come inside?"

It still throws him off slightly when someone besides his friends asks him for consent before imposing touches on him. No matter if it's a part of their culture or just a norm of society. Shaking hands, a friendly pat on the back or shoulder, a casual hand on someone's arm or a hug as a greeting or a goodbye.

Taehyung easily adapted to forget about those 'norms' whenever he is around Yoongi without ever having to ask him to do it or demanding an explanation from him. It's – such a soft gesture, such a small and seemingly unimportant gesture that it makes his chest bloom with warmth. He presses his fingernails in the palms of his hands before stepping forward. Immediately he could faintly smell something on the younger, something fruity – artificial strawberries and as he looks up he could see the water still dripping from Taehyung's hair.

The droplets are tinting his brown hair, almost making it appear black. He's smiling down at him, cheeks still a little red from the probably hot shower he just came from. There are wet lines on his shirt, the white cloth being almost see through where he didn't properly dry himself before. The shirt hangs low, exposing his collarbones. Yoongi couldn't avert his eyes and before he could think further about his next action he's already leaning forwards.

Taehyung welcomes him with open arms. If there is one thing about hugging that should bug Yoongi it has to be the immense physical contact – at least when you hug someone really tight. The whole front of your body is pressed against someone else, you can feel their heartbeat, smell their skin, and the arms around your back – sometimes they might feel trapping but sometimes they are the only thing keeping you sane. At the moment, the latter part applies to Yoongi. Taehyung's arms around him make him feel secure, their pressure is nice and he involuntarily tightens his own hold on Taehyung. He could feel the other's warmth engulfing him even through the layers of clothes between them.

Now that he's standing so close to him the smell is stronger. The artificial scent of strawberries is stronger than the natural scent of Taehyung. It easily overshadows it and reminds Yoongi of the lollipops he used to eat back in middle school. The ones he was strangely obsessed with, so obsessed that he ate them until he couldn't stand the flavor anymore. Since then he hadn't smelt or tasted them again. He thought he would hate it but on Taehyung it just reminds him of the times before he got sick of the taste. The times when he would beg his mom to bring home a package of lollipops because he loved them so much.

Yoongi isn't sure if the accelerated heartbeat he feels belongs to himself or to Taehyung and he isn't really sure if that is important because for a moment it feels like time has stopped. For a moment nothing else exists besides Taehyung's warmth, the way he applies pressure on him in just the right way and the scent.

It doesn't matter how long they are standing there, Yoongi still in the hallway and Taehyung still inside his apartment. They're hugging over the threshold, as of it symbolizes a border, a line between them that they haven't physically crossed yet but emotionally. Because they're connected – it feels as if they're connected like this and Yoongi can't explain how or why.

His nose is pressed against Taehyung's collarbone, he could feel the other's breath hitting the crown of his head, could feel the way he slightly presses his fingertips a little harder into his back in intervals. It's hard pulling away from him again. The nervousness from before has completely faded because of the hug and Yoongi kind of never wants it to end but he needs to let go sooner or later.

It's a trial to pull away. Not because Taehyung is making it harder for him but because Yoongi actually doesn't want to let go. They've already overstepped the duration of a normal hug, even the duration of a long hug and Yoongi is afraid that it'll be awkward if he holds on longer.

The second he lets go Yoongi averts his eyes again, focusing on his own shoes. He follows Taehyung's invitation to come inside quietly, taking off his shoes before he goes further inside of the apartment. When he's been here for the first time he hasn't really been able to look at the place that Taehyung calls home. On his arrival, he hasn't really made anything out past his tears and the morning after he had been panicking. Too panicked and too set on getting out of there as soon as possible to be able to look around.

He carefully follows Taehyung through the short hallway and arrives in a spacious living room. While Taehyung is making his way to the kitchen to fetch them something to drink, Yoongi stays frozen. His gaze wanders through the room, from the giant couch, the shelves stacked neatly with books, folders, picture frames too small for Yoongi to make the persons out on them from where he's standing. In one corner are plant pots hanging from the ceiling by hemp ropes. Yoongi is not good with plants, they always die on him and he can never tell which one is which. But they seem to thrive perfectly in Taehyung's living room.

The most fascinating thing about the living room is the glass front. Yoongi knew that Taehyung lived far up. They're at the highest story of the building and the glass front gives them a perfect view of the city below them. As if the sight pulls him in Yoongi is walking towards it, hands just barely stopping before touching the glass. It feels kind of weird looking down on the city like this. There are other tall buildings around but not in front of them, none of them are on the same story as them, none of them close enough to be able to look inside.

The sun is setting already, tinting the sky in burning colors as if someone lit it on fire. Yoongi can't tear his eyes away from the scene.

"What kind of pizza do you like?" Taehyung's voice startles him and he involuntarily takes a step back just to immediately jump forwards again once he hits Taehyung's chest. When he turns around to face the other he once again sees the casual look the other wears. It's so different from what he expected.

His confusion about having the date at Taehyung's home has only amplified since he entered the apartment. His expectation of having a kind of movie-like candlelight dinner with Taehyung has been already forgotten but he still expected something – well, extravagant from him. Something like expensive dinner at his place, something straight out of a movie and not calling for delivery pizza and setting up a movie for them.

But Yoongi is not complaining. It further cements the image of Taehyung as someone extremely adorable. Taehyung is an enigma and no matter what Yoongi does, whenever he looks at him he discovers a new side, a new thing that completes Taehyung as a complex person. And Yoongi has yet to find a side of him that doesn't eventually grow on him.

His eyes wander over the right corner of the room, right in front of the windows where numerous art supplies are stacked neatly together. The things itself don't look that neatly anymore, they show signs of usage. A lot of usages. Easels specked with paint, brushes stacked into cups covered in paint. Everything is so colorful there. "I didn't expect this kind of date from you," He says as he follows Taehyung to the huge couch in the middle of the room.

Taehyung laughs. The sound is deep, probably rumbling through his chest and suddenly Yoongi wishes he would lay his head against the other's upper body to actually feel his laughter for himself. "Well, did you want me to take you flying over the city in a helicopter like Christian Grey? Want me to go all fifty shades on you?" Taehyung jokes, making Yoongi break out in laughter himself.

"Oh please – Don't come at me with this completely bullshit depiction of a consensual BDSM relationship."

"Alright." Taehyung sits down on the couch, one leg tucked underneath him, a phone in his hand and an expecting expression on his face. "Now – Pizza."

-

"Did you read through the contract already?" Taehyung asks once he's turned off the Tv. Suddenly something else than the pizza lays heavily in his stomach and Yoongi sits up straighter, getting out from under Taehyung's arm and he misses the warmth immediately. He doesn't know how they ended up cuddling during the movie but he is definitely not complaining about that.

"Actually, I did," He mumbles and gets up from the couch. He feels Taehyung's eyes on him, following him as he retrieves his bag with the contract inside. The atmosphere around them is still a little weird. It's this post-movie feeling you get once you leave a movie theater for example. When reality still feels a little altered and you just gradually slip back into it. Yoongi really likes the feeling, it's a little similar to being in his headspace. For a moment the only thing on his mind is what just happened in the movie and how to let go of the story he just watched.

"I signed it," He says as he sets the contract down in front of Taehyung on the coffee table. The younger is still casually leaning back against the couch, in his white shirt, the light grey sweatpants, and his messy brown hair. He looks so – domestic. And for a second Yoongi even doubts that this Taehyung could turn into such a dominant personality. But Taehyung gives him a whiplash on the daily.

The smile on his lips could fool Yoongi into thinking that Taehyung doesn't have a single dominating or intimidating streak inside of him. Oh, but how wrong that assumption is about him. Taehyung is just both. He can be sweet, childish, clingy, funny and a second later he can be dark, mysterious, cold, demanding – dominant. "Did you learn the rules?" The sudden drop in his voice is the perfect example.

There might still be the sweet smile and the soft expression in his eyes – He might have asked Yoongi a question but his voice made it sound like a demand. His voice was the intimidating thing about him. Yoongi knows that this has not been a question meant to be answered with a simple 'yes' or 'no'. That would have been too easy.

"First, honesty and trust are the key elements to this relationship. Trust needs to be constantly worked on and lying will not be tolerated at any time," Yoongi starts reciting the rules, feeling his chest fill with warmth at the proud smile on Taehyung's lips. He's good – Yoongi could be the best for Taehyung. "Second, obedience is the most important thing that will be taught during the training of the Sub. Orders of the Dom will be followed at all times. Third, punishments will occur whenever the Dom deems them appropriate. Fourth, in every BDSM setting the Sub is to wear their collar –"

"Speaking of collars," Taehyung interrupts him and his eyes seem to light up as he speaks. "I want you to choose one."

"Choose? From one of your old ones?" It shouldn't put Yoongi off so much. Thinking of choosing a collar like this. From an array of what Taehyung already owns – what he might have already used on someone else. Okay, yeah – that is what bothers him, what bugs him about this.

The idea of collars in BDSM relationships is supposed to showcase ownership, possession. It's something that evokes different feelings inside of Yoongi. For once, he doesn't support the idea that people can be owned, that they can be reduced to mere objects, marked by something so others know who they belong to. Because every human being only belongs to themselves and to no one else. But a collar in a BDSM relationship is something else. It's different than simple ownership or possessing another human being.

It's not to show other people that the Sub is a simple belonging. It's not to only show that they are already taken by a Dom, that they're not 'free' for anyone else to take any more. A collar is kind of – in Yoongi's opinion – the same thing as a promise ring that a couple might have. A promise ring to validate their relationship, to make a promise to each other to value the other person in this relationship and treat them right. Treat them to the conditions of the contract.

A collar is more for a Sub than for anyone else. For Yoongi it is a sign that he is worthy enough to belong to someone. It is a symbol that someone cares about him, takes care of him and that someone actually likes him. Likes him enough to show everyone that he belongs to them.

His different feelings towards collaring root in his own undecidedness. He doesn't like it when people get objectified, he doesn't like the way some Doms express their ownership, their dominance through collaring. Sometimes the collar doesn't stand for already belonging to someone, sometimes certain Dom's collar their Sub's to make them less of a human, to make them nothing more than a mere object. An object that needs to please them at any time because they are supposedly worth less than them.

But on the other hand, Yoongi knows that once he's collared by Taehyung this relationship would feel so much more real. In a sense that he needs. Being collared by someone like Taehyung, by a Dom like him, someone responsible would prove to him how serious he is to Taehyung.

A collar is something only for serious relationships and that is what Yoongi is looking for. But he isn't sure if he would be alright with it if he has to choose a collar that might have been worn by someone else before. He's already thinking about how to quickly tell Taehyung that he doesn't want an old collar without sounding, well – demanding.

"No, silly," Taehyung interrupts his thoughts though immediately. Yoongi snaps his head up at the quiet giggles tumbling over Taehyung's lips. They're deep, not really cute in any real way but more – endearing. "New ones. I have a few that I would think fit you very good but I want to have your opinion on them before I buy one."

Yoongi scoots a little closer to Taehyung once the younger angles his phone so that both of them could look at the screen. It displays various amounts of different collars of different prices. Prices that definitely shouldn't be paid for a collar that is going to be used in a BDSM relationship.

"These are way too expensive!" He gasps scandalized. Why in the world would Taehyung want to spend so much money on him?! Wait – what if he expects him to pay for it as well? Yoongi can't pay that much for a collar.

Taehyung is quick to reassure him in his short burst of panic. "Don't think about the price now, okay? Just tell me which one you like the most."

Yoongi gulps, eyes raking over the different kinds of collars. They're not what he would have expected Taehyung to choose. Those are not the common collars used in BDSM settings.

In his life, Yoongi has worn three collars by now. His first two Doms, the ones he had visited in a club required him to wear collars whenever he would come to them for a scene. Those collars were made of faux leather, heavy, bulky even. The first one resembled a dogs collar more than one that a human would wear. It was black, a heavy buckle at the back and metallic spikes attached all around it. Definitely, like a collar that normally belongs around the neck of a dog. It had a ring at the front, to attach leashes.

His second Dom had a collar for him that wasn't so – grim, for lack of a better word. The collar he wore for him was a little more delicate. Instead of, the spikes there was a frilly lace design attached to it. But the heavy buckle remained, just like the ring to attach a leash. Those two Dom's may have required him to wear a collar but it hasn't been a symbol of an exclusive D/S relationship. The collars were given out to every Sub who would book an appointment with those Dom's. It was simply a sign of which Dom they frequented. It didn't even indicate that the Sub was taken into training by the Dom. They were – an accessory.

But the collars that Taehyung is showing him right now are completely different from almost every collar Yoongi has ever seen before. Those are – those are collars by designer brands, obviously meant to be worn by humans and then there's the one thing missing that is almost every time present on a collar used in any BDSM setting.

"None of them have a ring," Yoongi mumbles and he sits back against the couch. His hands are starting to get clammy again. No matter how much he looked forward to finally being collared again, to finally belonging to someone again it's still kind of nerve-wracking.

"I know. We won't need something like that," Taehyung chuckles and he scrolls a little further through the different collars. It doesn't make Yoongi less nervous when the prices just get higher with each new collar displayed on the phone. "I know that most of the collars worn by Subs look more like dog collars, consist of leather and chains but I want something filigree for you. Something that fits you."

Yoongi suffocates the urge to think further about Taehyung's statement that something filigree would fit him. That he's someone – delicate. Someone who deserves to wear these kinds of collars. Instead of, focusing on that part he lets himself talk without thinking first. Really, the words fall from his lips involuntarily – before he could even think about stopping them they are already there. Out in the open. For Taehyung to hear.

"My old Dom liked attaching a leash to my collar and let me sit at his feet in the clubs we went to."

As soon as the words leave his lips he regrets them. He doesn't dare to look at Taehyung for a reaction to what he said. He doesn't even dare to look at anything at the moment. Solid. Solidness. He presses his thumb in the palm of his hand, repressing the memories that are threatening to pop up again. They are in the past. Nothing of the past could still hurt him.

When Taehyung speaks it's quiet, calm – maybe meant to be reassuring but Yoongi only winces at the words. "Did you like that?"

He hesitates before he answers the question. Afraid of giving away things that don't need to be brought up in the present. "I won't miss it," He eventually says, opening his eyes again, lifting his chin slightly. "These collars look way prettier."

And they do. They really do. From the corner of his eye, he could see the small smile breaking out on Taehyung's lips. He doesn't even want to focus on that smile, he doesn't want to know the reason why Taehyung needs to smile at this moment after he responded that way to him. He continues looking through the collars.

They are beautiful. Some of them consist of various thin silver or gold necklaces with different charms on it. There are a few with lace decorations and glinting diamonds at the front or all around it.

A little hesitant he reaches out to scroll further through the different options. Taehyung is still holding the phone which makes it a little awkward for Yoongi. But he doesn't want to ask to hold the phone himself. To be honest, he had his eye on one of the chokers since he's seen it for the first time but it's just – very expensive.

If it wouldn't cost this much money Yoongi would have chosen it right away but now he's conflicted about it. Six thousand dollars for a collar. But it is so beautiful. Diamonds are glinting everywhere, they go around the neck in three rows, entangled in each other to create a fascinating pattern. Yoongi wants it. He wants it so bad but... as if Taehyung would actually want to spend so much money on him, right? But on the other hand, the choker is still an option on the list so Taehyung must have considered it which means that, going by his former statement, the price doesn't really matter.

It's hard to decide, so he just leans back against the couch with a frustrated groan again. His reaction forces a chuckle from Taehyung's lips. "I can tell you my personal favorite if you have a hard time choosing."

Yoongi doesn't know if it would be a good thing to let Taehyung show him his personal favorite. He's not sure if Taehyung's opinion would maybe influence his own. Despite his small worries, he nods briefly. Maybe the one Taehyung chooses is just as pretty as the diamond one that Yoongi is fancying at the moment.

To his surprise though, Taehyung is pointing exactly at the six thousand dollar diamond choker that Yoongi really, really wants to have. He tries to mask his excitement though. "I..." He swallows, glancing at Taehyung and trying to read his expression but comes up empty-handed. "I like this one too..."

"Really?" Yoongi nods, now with a little more confidence than he had before.

Taehyung moves on the couch. He's angling his body more towards Yoongi, his eyes seem to darken a little as a smirk tugs on his lips. The whole atmosphere around them seems to change and Yoongi gulps, involuntarily leaning a little back. It only makes him feel trapped between the couch and Taehyung, especially as the younger raises his hand.

His heart beats rapidly against his ribs, excitement thrumming through his veins. He wants Taehyung's touch on him, wants his hands to worship him and make him succumb to him, completely. "I bet it would look absolutely beautiful around your neck," Taehyung whispers and he leans even closer, right into Yoongi's personal space.

He didn't even know how it started but Yoongi feels himself starting to slip. The beginning of his headspace. When Taehyung's fingers finally start ghosting over his collarbones he lets his mouth fall open in a breathy moan. His back arches on its own accord as he tries to get even closer to Taehyung without giving it away too easily. At which he seems to fail miserably judging from the quiet chuckle falling from Taehyung's lips.

"Are you feeling too hot, baby?" Taehyung asks condescendingly. The feathery touches on his collarbones wander over his neck, not really touching there but it makes Yoongi lean his head back, giving him more access to his neck. It makes him feel vulnerable, strips every kind of control of him in a matter of seconds. It scares him but he pushes the feeling of panic down, down, down. Down because the touch is gone from his neck in seconds again.

"Are you?" Taehyung asks again, a little sterner from before as he grabs Yoongi's jaw tightly. Forcing him to look into his eyes. The question rings through his head, it's taking a while for him to understand what he's supposed to do now. Taehyung's hand on his jaw is distracting, especially his thumb which his caressing his bottom lip.

Eventually, Yoongi nods but immediately gasps when there's a harsh tug at his hair. Taehyung let go of his jaw in favor of sinking his fingers into his hair to pull. Hard. It exposes his neck completely, leaving him vulnerable to Taehyung who is towering over him by now. One knee is next to him on the couch, other than that he's standing over him. His glinting eyes stare him down and it makes a shiver run down Yoongi's back. He feels a prickling sensation everywhere in his body, his stomach swoops and he feels how his head starts to swim.

The anxiousness that is ever present in his body starts to reduce slightly, the tension leaving his shoulders the more Taehyung takes control over him. The further he feels himself slip into his headspace, the harder it becomes for him to actually think as he would normally be able to. But Taehyung is supposed to do that for him. Taehyung is supposed to take care of him and tell him what to do and what not to do.

"Verbal consent. If you don't talk, then I will have to punish you," Taehyung hisses and he emphasizes his words with another harsh tug at his hair. "Don't make me repeat myself for the third time. Now – Are you feeling too hot?"

"Yes –" Yoongi gasps, involuntarily bucking his hips up in search for some kind of friction. "Sir! Yes, sir," he quickly adds before Taehyung could tug on his hair another time.

"Good boy." The strain on his hair is gone in a second and his head falls forward, making a few tears that have gathered in his eyes from the sting escape. They draw hot tracks over his face as he glances up at Taehyung. This is different.

This is different from visiting a club and having a session with a Dom there. Yoongi has always found it quite hard to fall in his headspace when he had the feeling that he had to do it right now because he just booked one appointment today, right now. But now, Taehyung just made him slip so easily as if it was the easiest thing in the whole world. The authority he exerts with a simple glance is what makes Yoongi let go so fast.

He trusts Taehyung. He trusts him so much. He trusts him to take care of him in the best way possible and that's a feeling he hasn't experienced in a very long time. It's liberating, euphoric.

"How about taking off your shirt and pants as a start? To help you with the temperature, huh?"

"Yes, sir, I'd like that," Yoongi whispers and he gingerly moves off the couch. Taehyung lets himself fall down in the place he occupied before. The eyes of the younger never once leave him as he starts taking his clothes off. The general shyness he often feels around Taehyung got already overshadowed by lust, lust and the cotton-like feeling of his brain inside of his head. He isn't even sure if he would be able to feel nervous at the moment – not consciously at least.

He starts by taking off his dress shirt. Taehyung's eyes follow every new button that pops open. His undershirt is next and then he loosens his belt, letting his pants pool at his feet. It's a little chilly in the apartment. As hot as he felt inside of his clothes, as cold does he feel without them now and goosebumps rise all over his skin. He isn't embarrassed about his body, of being so naked and vulnerable while Taehyung is just watching him, eyes raking over his whole body while he's still fully dressed on the couch.

He takes his clothes and neatly folds them before he awaits Taehyung's next instructions eagerly. The expression on the younger's face is predatory. As if he wants to devour Yoongi with lock, stock, and barrel. It should make him feel scared but he only feels excitement coursing through his veins.

Taehyung doesn't say anything for quite some time. He's just staring. Staring at every part of Yoongi again and again. It starts to make him slightly uncomfortable but he doesn't dare to move from his place. Taehyung doesn't make any move to start speaking soon. His gaze burns on Yoongi's skin, leaving imprints wherever it goes and he starts squirming slightly.

Still nothing.

Just as he's about to move his hands slightly, to cover the bulge that's starting to form in his underwear Taehyung speaks. His voice cuts through the tension-filled air like a knife and Yoongi follows his demand without even thinking about it.

"Get up here."

Taehyung pulls him flush against him once Yoongi has spread his own thighs over the others. One of his hands comes up to grab Yoongi by the jaw again, forcing him to move around like Taehyung wants him to even though Yoongi is the one sitting on top right now. His other hand is on his back, rubbing over his skin and always stopping right over the waistband of his boxers.

As soon as their lips meet Yoongi lets out a high whine from the back of his throat. Taehyung is a good kisser. His lips are sweet, they feel soft against Yoongi's own but move demandingly. It's a little hard for him to catch up to Taehyung when they're kissing so he's just giving up right from the beginning. His lips only follow Taehyung's movement, letting him completely dominate and control the kiss without ever fighting against him.

The air around them quickly gets hotter and hotter with every passing second and Yoongi presses himself as close to Taehyung as physically possible. When the younger reaches his thumb up to force it past Yoongi's lips to open his mouth and thrusts his own tongue inside his hips kick up on instinct. It draws another moan from the back of Yoongi's throat.

Taehyung's tongue presses against his own, rubbing hotly against it and Yoongi lets him. Lets him do anything he wants to do. His own hands around Taehyung's shoulders tighten when the younger presses his thumb, which is still in his mouth, down on his tongue to stop him from squirming around too much. It ignites a fire inside of Yoongi and when he feels the other's hand slipping down to tightly grip at one of his ass cheeks he bucks his hips forward with a low moan.

The kisses, the touching, the deliciously low hums of Taehyung only encourage him to grind against him further. He could feel the other's hardness pressing against him from below and it makes him proud that he turns Taehyung on as much as the younger turns him on.

All too soon their kisses are over though. Taehyung pulls away from him with a hiss. His thumb is still inside of Yoongi's mouth and the older sucks on it on instinct. It draws another long moan from Taehyung's lips as he grips Yoongi's waist tightly to stop him from moving too much. He pulls his thumb out before talking.

"We're not gonna fuck today." His voice is breathless and his expression is lewd. Lips bright red, swollen from the kiss and glistening with saliva. Yoongi doesn't think he looks any better, to be honest. "Quit pouting about it," Taehyung chuckles and taps against his lips which only leads to Yoongi pouting harder. The sudden spark of playfulness gets suffocated the second Taehyung leans back against the couch, smirking as he gestures towards the floor.

"On your knees. Now."

Yoongi drops so fast that he fears for a second that his kneecaps might be broken. The pain brings him back into reality a little, hindering from slipping even further into his headspace. Taehyung seems to really like his eagerness and Yoongi can't help the proud feeling inside of his chest. The warmth spreading because he's satisfying Taehyung, because Taehyung is proud of how good he's behaving. That's what he wants to do. Be good for Taehyung.

"You listen so well, baby – but only if you want to, right?" Taehyung is raking his fingers through his hair, almost lovingly. Until all that Yoongi does, in his happiness about being praised, is nod as an answer to the question. Tears immediately spring to his eyes again when Taehyung tugs on his hair harder than before. He's sure there must be a few pulled out by now.

He should have known by now. The whole situation is kind of overwhelming and after so long foreign to him that he keeps forgetting to give verbal answers to any kind of question Taehyung asks. He can't really blame the other when he's going to punish him for not listening. It's been in the rules. Communication. Verbal consent. Taehyung puts a lot of emphasis on that.

"Yes – Yes, I listen well. I'm good, I'm good sir," Yoongi stammers quickly, trying to get Taehyung to release his hair as fast as possible. A few tears still escape his eyes because of the sting. But Taehyung lets go of his hair again, nodding at his answer before he completely stops touching him.

He spreads his legs open wide, the material of his sweatpants stretching over his now obvious bulge while he rubs with his left hand over it. His right hand supports his tilted head. "Open my pants." Heat explodes in Yoongi's stomach, sitting there like molten metal. God, how can Taehyung suddenly be the personification of sin itself? It's weird. And hot. And it makes his body tingle all over.

Yoongi raises his hands to undo the strings of the other's sweatpants but Taehyung swats them away. "No hands, baby boy."

It strikes something inside of him – the slight feeling of humiliation from Taehyung. Not using hands, the nickname... It makes a blush bloom on his cheeks. Yoongi timidly lowers his head to try and open the pants with his mouth. For a second he wonders how he's supposed to do that. Taehyung is wearing sweatpants – how is he supposed to get him out of that with using only his mouth?

For now, he decides to focus on the strings tied at the top of the pants. His hands clench over his own thighs as he leans slightly forward, nose brushing against Taehyung's inner thigh. A tremor wracks through the other's leg at the faint touch and he could instantly feel Taehyung's fingers threading through his hair again. For a second, he's afraid that the younger is going to pull again but he doesn't. There's no reason to. Taehyung's fingers just stay there, almost petting him without really holding on tightly or forcing his head in a direction.

It's just constant pressure on the top of his head. Not unpleasant in any way – maybe even the complete opposite. A solid pressure that helps him stay grounded, helps him in not getting entirely lost in Subspace.

Yoongi continues nuzzling his face against the younger, pressing his lips against Taehyung's bulge over his pants. It twitches under him and he could hear a hiss coming from above him. It's hard but he manages to glance up at Taehyung as he continues moving upwards to close his teeth around one of the strings.

It's easy to unfasten the knot at the front of his pants and once he's done Taehyung is gently pushing him back before getting out of his pants. Not entirely though. To be completely honest, it makes the whole situation even hotter. Yoongi is clad in nothing but his boxers which don't really help in hiding how hard he is right now while Taehyung is still fully dressed.

His white shirt stretches over his chest, the sweatpants and underwear pulled down just enough to reveal his own hard-on. His naked feet stand beside Yoongi, caging him in between his legs.

Yoongi is still sitting back on his heels, staring up at Taehyung through his lashes and waiting for new instructions. Which seems to be a long wait because, again, Taehyung is only staring at him. His gaze hasn't changed. Predatory. Dark. So different from the joking and smiling man from not even an hour ago.

He's lazily stroking his own dick with his right hand, moving a bit around to get comfortable on the couch. Yoongi feels the tension intensifying in the air. It's getting harder to breathe for him and the fuzzy feeling in his brain starts to take over his body as well. Even though he's excited, anticipation building up under his skin in record time there is no pressure on him. Not like it usually is.

Right now, the only thing Yoongi sees, feels, tastes, smells and hears is Taehyung. There's just Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung.

"Good boy, you're doing so fucking good so far," Taehyung praises him as he motions him forward with his finger. Yoongi keens, the praise making his stomach flip with a delicious burning of desire. He would give Taehyung everything at the moment. Absolutely everything. The younger is still stroking himself and Yoongi finds it hard to tear his eyes away from the scene. It's just so – hot.

It's hot because it's Taehyung, because he knows that Taehyung is like this because of him but also because it's the first time in so long that Yoongi dared to be intimate with someone. And Taehyung is just... he's special, in a weird way. Yoongi can't really explain it and he doesn't actually understand why Taehyung has such a big effect on him, why he can give himself to the younger so easily but now is definitely not the time to look for answers to those questions.

When he hasn't moved even after Taehyung encouraged him to the younger cocks his head to the side, raising one questioning eyebrow at him. "Are you getting shy with me now?"

"No, sir." Yoongi is quick to reassure him, not really keen on misbehaving yet again. After all, he wants to be a good boy for Taehyung, the best.

He leans forward, now really nuzzling into his crotch and again there's the artificial smell of strawberries. It's mixed with something musky, something that smells like skin, like sex, like Taehyung. Yoongi can't put his finger on it. As he presses closer, letting his lips brush against the other's length he draws in a deep breath but he still can't place the smell. But it doesn't matter, what matters now is the way Taehyung's legs tremble beside him with the strain of holding back. What matters is the hand in his hair and the breathy noises leaving Taehyung's mouth whenever Yoongi snakes out his tongue to press against his cock.

Finally, Yoongi takes him into his mouth. A long groan rolls off Taehyung's tongue and the fingers in Yoongi's hair tighten momentarily. This time it only spurs him on and he greedily swallows him down as far as he could on the first try.

It feels strange at first. It's been a while but Yoongi has always really liked blowing the guys he's been with. For once, especially this position feels submitting. He likes the way he could just be used by the other person, sitting there on his knees and just keeping his mouth open. The noises they make every time Yoongi swallows around them or does something they particularly like makes the fire in his stomach burn that much more intensely.

Just as he goes up again he accidentally brushes his teeth against one of the most sensitive parts of Taehyung. Right under the tip and the younger's legs close on instinct as a hiss tumbles from his lips. Immediately, Yoongi lets him go. The molten pleasure in his stomach momentarily freezes over as the fear of having hurt Taehyung overcomes him.

The younger is glaring down at him, holding his jaw in an iron grip which makes it impossible for Yoongi to move his head even slightly. "Are you going to be good now?" Taehyung asks and his voice sounds mocking. "Are you going to be careful with your teeth now?"

Obviously, Yoongi didn't answer fast enough – which is kind of hard in his already dazed state of mind but the pain from having his hair pulled back again lets this dazedness fade a bit. "Yes – Yes sir," He hurries to answer, squinting his eyes shut from the sting. "I'll be good. I'll be good from now on, sir."

Taehyung releases him again, motioning for him to continue what he was doing before. The weight of Taehyung's hard cock on his tongue is all that fills Yoongi's mind now. He presses his tongue on the underside, trying his best to swallow around him and suck every time he moves his head up again. Taehyung gasps every time he sucks on his tip while simultaneously pressing his tongue right under it.

He doesn't know how long he's sitting there on the floor. Kneeling. The slight pain in his knees doesn't bother him, the pain in his back from being hunched over like this doesn't concern him. He doesn't even realize those things. All of his senses are occupied by Taehyung, especially by his noises. Every word of praise that falls from his lips makes Yoongi's cock twitch in his underwear and he feels like he's going to explode if he won't touch himself right now.

It is so easy to lose himself in Taehyung's voice. In the deep rumble of his words. He has long forgotten about everything else around them. There's no living room, no empty pizza cartons in the kitchen and no rainbow socks thrown over the back of the couch. Yoongi lets Taehyung's voice wash over him like a wave, a calming wave of the ocean at five in the morning. That's what it feels like. It rumbles in his chest and even though he has long stopped actually comprehending what words Taehyung says he's still under their spell. As if he's in trance.

The movement doesn't even happen consciously. He's sucking on the other's cock earnestly while he lets his own hand trail down his body. The second his fingers touch his dick he whimpers, feeling the wetness at the tip. He's always been sensitive, always very responsive to verbal stimulation. Yoongi doesn't really need to be touched that much to get hard and leaking. Just blowing Taehyung, listening to his moans and whines is enough to turn him on to the point that there's already pre-come at his tip.

Taehyung's voice washes over him and the feeling mixes with the satisfying friction of his own hand over his crotch quickly. He knows the other is saying something, he knows it's different from what he said before. His voice sounds different, the tone is off but Yoongi can't help himself. The words run through him so fast that he doesn't have time to catch up to them. They're gone in a second.

Yoongi sees the movement. He sees Taehyung's hand from the corner of his eye before he could even attempt to feel the hit. It takes him a few seconds.

The first thing he registers is the pain. Searing hot in his left cheek, prickling on his probably reddening skin and for a second Yoongi doesn't understand what happened. The sudden pain has brought him a little further back to reality – when his mind slips away from him, when everything became fuzzy, all the noises, colors, forms and textures around him bleeding together then pain is the only thing grounding him.

Pain brings him back to his senses, pain prevents him from letting completely go of everything around him. Not only his control but also every one of his senses – plus his sense of grasping the reality.

The slap across his cheek has startled him more than it hurt him. He appreciates the sting, almost wishes Taehyung would do it again. His skin prickles from the hit and he's sitting back on his heels again. There's spit on his lips, probably around his mouth as well. His lips feel swollen, they prickle and he doesn't even want to imagine how wrecked he already looks.

Pants fall from his mouth and even though the slap has obviously been a warning Yoongi still hasn't taken his hand away from his own crotch. He isn't moving it anymore but it's still there. Taehyung grabs him by the jaw again, harder than the former times. His fingers press so hard against him that Yoongi swears he could feel his fingernails breaking through the skin. The pain thrums through him like electricity, running directly under his skin.

"Did I allow you to touch yourself?" Taehyung actually looks a little mad. The slight fear in Yoongi's stomach lasts for nothing longer than a second. Taehyung is not actually mad, he's still so clear that he hasn't forgotten the fact that they're in a scene. But he already feels the edges of his mind blurring, letting him fall deeper and deeper with every word that leaves Taehyung's mouth.

This time he sees the hit earlier. It's the other cheek. The right one. He had his eyes clenched shut even before the impact. Taehyung had let him go before hitting him, the impact snapping Yoongi's head to the right and he stays like that. Head hanging low as he feels a few tears spill over. His cheeks burn, they burn like fire, prickling, searing hot.

"Answer me if you don't want to get punished, darling."

"No," Yoongi gasps when there are hands in his hair again, forcing him to look up at Taehyung who just looks even angrier than before. His glare could probably kill people. "No sir, you didn't – you didn't allow me."

"Allow you what?" Taehyung pulls harder and Yoongi's hands twitch. He almost reached up to try and get Taehyung's hands away from his hair but he doesn't dare to move under his gaze. The only thing he does is finally letting his right hand fall from his crotch. His hips buck up because of the sudden loss.

"You didn't allow me to touch myself, sir," Yoongi whimpers slightly, tears blurring his vision. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again, sir."

Every time it happens Yoongi swears he's going crazy.

One moment Taehyung is glaring daggers at him, eyes piercing sharp, mouth set in a thin line and his hands pulling unforgivingly at his hair. But the next moment, not even a second apart there's a smile on his lips, his eyes crinkling shut because of it and his fingers gently card through the strands of Yoongi's hair. Warmth pools in the older's stomach. He releases a relieved breath, tilting his head slightly into Taehyung's hand, letting the comfort of his touch wash over him.

"See?" Taehyung asks and his voice drips in sweetness. He lets his fingers trail over Yoongi's cheeks, the touch soft as he collects the few tears that have dropped from his watering eyes. Yoongi doesn't dare to avert his gaze from the younger once, he just lets his mouth drop open the second he feels the faint touch of Taehyung's fingers against his lips. When those fingers gently press down on his tongue Yoongi involuntarily starts sucking on them lightly, eyes still locked with Taehyung. "Behaving can be so easy," Taehyung murmurs and his comforting voice almost makes Yoongi drown in the sound of it.

Too soon Taehyung retracts his fingers again and Yoongi already misses their weight on his tongue. But he knows that what he'll get next is better. The younger clicks his tongue, sliding a little down on the couch. Yoongi doesn't dare to move without instructions even though he wants to continue sucking the other off. His cock is also so close to his lips. Almost touching them but sadly not quite.

But he waits. He behaves.

"If you wanna get off you have to work for it," Taehyung drawls. His gaze snaps down towards Yoongi, eyes dark and unforgiving, a whimper falls from his lips at the next words of the younger. They make his dick twitch pathetically and oh, he wishes he could finally relieve some pressure. "I don't think you deserve it yet to be honest."

Yoongi shuffles on his feet and he feels himself starting to tear up again. Normally, he isn't that much of a crybaby but everything that happened today has been way too overwhelming for him. As of today, he's someone's Sub. As of today, he has officially given himself away to someone again even though he promised himself two years ago that he would never do such a thing again.

But it's Taehyung. And Taehyung is perfect. The younger has been nothing but nice to him, has listened to him even though he hasn't been talking. Taehyung reads him like an open book and even though that should scare him at least slightly he's just thankful. He's so thankful because without Taehyung he wouldn't have admitted to himself that he really needs the relief BDSM gives him.

A lot happened today. A lot happened between them in the past hour or so. It's nothing new, it's just – it feels foreign. It feels as if it's been centuries since Yoongi submitted to someone and he missed the feeling but at the same time it's kind of overwhelming. So overwhelming that he reacts a little harder than normal to every single thing that happens. The tears just come to his eyes no matter what he does.

"But I'm feeling generous today." Yoongi perks up at the other's words but his stomach still flips a little as he sees the devious smirk on Taehyung's lips. The younger lifts his foot, pressing it against Yoongi's inner thigh. The cold skin makes Yoongi shiver and goosebumps appear all over his body. "Rub yourself on my foot if you're really that desperate to get touched."

His ears are ringing. But maybe it's also just the blood rushing through his veins because of his embarrassment. Yoongi is sure that his blush is spreading over his chest as well but he can't help but whine and buck up against Taehyung's foot as the younger places it directly over his throbbing cock.

It feels so good. And at the same time incredibly dirty. Taehyung isn't making fun of him because of it. Kind of the opposite. Yoongi feels the other's gaze practically burning through his skin every time he desperately ruts his hips up to get some friction on his cock. Taehyung alternates between pressing his foot down harder against him and pulling it just out of reach to further fuel Yoongi's desperate attempt to get himself off.

Without having to be told, Yoongi is leaning forwards again, taking Taehyung back in his mouth. It's a little harder to concentrate on pleasuring Taehyung when his neglected cock is finally getting some attention too. He knows he must drool a lot right now but he doesn't care. Doesn't care about it at all.

By now, Taehyung is guiding his head, pressing his hip up against Yoongi's face as words spill over his lips that just further excite the older. One of his hands is curled around Taehyung's ankle, not guiding him, not really holding on but just being there. His other hand grasps the younger's thigh, trying to keep himself balanced because Taehyung has started a brutal rhythm with his hips.

Yoongi knows how deep he can usually take someone. But it's been a while and Taehyung is always stopping him right before it could get really challenging for him. He knows the other must be close. It's obvious in the tremble of Taehyung's abdomen and thighs. His pants get harsher and quicker, words getting slumped as he moves his hips faster and faster.

When Taehyung presses his head down this time Yoongi takes a deep breath through his nose, not letting himself be pulled up by the other's grip again. The sudden resistance must have come surprisingly for Taehyung because he lets Yoongi's hair just slip through his fingers as the elder doesn't follow him up. Before giving Taehyung time to understand what's really going on Yoongi is pressing down harder.

His jaw aches. His lips are tired already, prickling from having to tighten them all the time but he pushes through. The want to pleasure Taehyung greater than the exhaustion. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to breathe through the urge of choking and a long moan leaves his lips when he feels Taehyung hit the back of his mouth. The gagging sound gets overshadowed by the growl of Taehyung and even if Yoongi wanted to come up again he couldn't, not when Taehyung holds his head still.

"Shit – Keep it," The younger hisses through his teeth. His thighs cage Yoongi in, trembling against his skin. "Keep it in your mouth."

The bitter taste of cum invades his mouth, wet warmth pooling on his tongue. Yoongi doesn't swallow but he couldn't keep everything in his mouth. He could feel how the liquid slowly drips from the corner of his mouth and down over his lips and chin. It's not much, just a few drops. A few more escape when Taehyung slumps back against the couch, panting heavily as he stares down at him.

His expression looks delirious, eyes glazed over, skin flushed and mouth hanging open to let shuddering breaths escape. Yoongi excitedly opens his mouth wide, letting Taehyung see how good he behaved, how well he listened to his instructions.

The cum is warm on his tongue, the taste bitter but not unwelcome. Yoongi feels it spilling a little, feels how it slowly runs down his chin, his neck and pools in the dip between his collar bones. It must look so filthy and he kind of wished he could see himself.

Taehyung is smirking now. The predatory look hasn't left his face and he leans forward, dragging his pointer finger through the mess of saliva and cum on Yoongi's chin before pushing it in his opened mouth. The slow drag is the complete opposite to the sudden movement as Taehyung thrusts his finger as far into Yoongi's mouth as it would go. The elder gags, trying to recoil but Taehyung quickly grabs his jaw, pulling him up onto his lap.

More cum is spilling down Yoongi's chin. He still hasn't swallowed. His thighs are spread over Taehyung and the younger is still holding his jaw in a vice-like grip, forcing their lips against each other. It's more a clash of teeth than a kiss.

A whimper falls from Yoongi's lips when Taehyung starts rubbing over the tent in his boxers again, squeezing tightly. He breaks the kiss with a gasp and Taehyung leans forward. His hand is still holding him in place as the younger licks the cum from his skin. His tongue travels from the dip between Yoongi's collar bones, over his neck, his chin and up to his lips.

The kiss is dirty. Messy. Taehyung's tongue moves in his mouth as if it owns it. Yoongi couldn't deny it.

"Turn around," Taehyung whispers against Yoongi's bruised lips before playfully biting the bottom one.

Yoongi moves eagerly but a little clumsy. It's a little complicated to turn around on Taehyung's lap without either falling off or accidentally hurting the younger. They manage and soon Yoongi is laying back against the other's broad chest, legs spread over Taehyung's.

He could feel the younger's heartbeat against his back, could feel his breath tickle against his sensitive skin. Taehyung hoists him up a little further so that Yoongi is almost sitting on his lower abdomen. Finally, Taehyung is pulling his boxers down enough to expose his cock to the cold air.

Yoongi chokes on a moan when there are fingers wrapping around his length. The skin on skin contact almost makes him cum on the spot. But that's not the only thing Taehyung does. His hand glides up and down Yoongi's cock with the help of the excessive pre-come easily. And while Yoongi is distractedly pushing his hips up in his hand, Taehyung leans around him, attaching his lips to one of Yoongi's nipples before sucking – hard.

"Tae –" Yoongi almost screams, hips stuttering while he arches his back up. "Feels good – sir – it feels so good."

"Yeah?" Taehyung speaks against his nipple. His lips brush over the sensitive nub and draw more whimpers and whines from Yoongi's lips. He still hasn't stopped jerking him off at the same time and while he speaks Taehyung reaches up to play with the other nipple with his free hand. "Are you gonna come soon, baby?"

Yoongi nods frantically and pushes his hips up faster. Taehyung is sucking on his nipple again, playing with the other and the pleasure quickly takes over Yoongi's body completely. That's why he doesn't even understand when it suddenly stops. A pathetic whimper falls from his lips when there's a sudden sting on his thigh. The area reddens quickly even though Taehyung is immediately rubbing over it to lessen the sting.

"Do you want to get punished?" He growls against Yoongi's ear. "You must be because you keep misbehaving."

"No, sir," Yoongi denies quickly. He's surprised by the sound of his own voice. Rough. Wet. It doesn't sound like him at all. "I'll be good, please – Sir, I'll be so good."

Taehyung chuckles lowly and his fingers trail over Yoongi's thighs again. "You will?"

Before he could answer properly Taehyung has already started jerking him off again. The pleasure is almost overwhelming and Yoongi never wants it to end. "Yes sir, yes – Will be the best," He chokes out as Taehyung reaches up to play with his nipple again. The hand on his cock increases speed and Yoongi knows that he won't last long. Taehyung has barely directly touched him for two minutes or so and he's already going to cum.

He doesn't even feel the warmth of shame pooling in his chest.

"Hm?" Taehyung hums and he sucks on the other nipple again. It has Yoongi squealing slightly and he doesn't even notice it when Taehyung stops playing with his other nipple. The feathery touch of his free hand trails over his trembling abdomen. His fingers squeeze his balls once before they press against his hole.

Yoongi chokes on his gasp. His whole body starts trembling as Taehyung massages around his hole, he's not pressing in but the pressure is enough to make Yoongi see stars. The knot in his stomach gets tighter and tighter and he knows that it's only a matter of seconds until he explodes. "Are you gonna come for me now? Come for me, baby?"

The frantic nod of his head makes the younger chuckle. He couldn't control his body anymore and he doesn't know where to move. Yoongi can't decide if he should push his hips up into Taehyung's warm hand or down against his prodding finger or if he should rather arch his back up into the other's hot mouth. It's all so much and the pleasure takes completely over.

"Sir, yes – I – It feels so good. I –" Yoongi cuts himself off when he's coming. His eyes squeeze shut and the pleasure surges through him like a wildfire. It devours him completely and for a second he feels nothing but the immense relief of finally coming. It doesn't last long though.

Taehyung doesn't stop jerking him off and the pleasure quickly gets too much. Way too much. It's starting to border on pain. Yoongi feels like he's teetering on the edge of something dangerous and he's losing balance quickly. It's the fine line between blinding pleasure and stinging pain and Yoongi is staggering between those two things, not really sure where he'll end up falling.

"Sir –" Yoongi hiccups, trying to somehow squirm away from the overwhelming feeling. But Taehyung is holding him tightly. His free arm is wrapped around his upper body, keeping Yoongi secure against his broad chest no matter how hard the elder tries to struggle. "I can't! Can't – too much, please."

Taehyung doesn't listen to a word he says. Quite the opposite, his hand only seems to get faster the harder Yoongi begs him to stop. "Please, please, please," Yoongi cries out. "I can't take anymore, please stop, sir. Please –"

It's hard to breathe like this. Taehyung's arm presses his chest together tightly while the pleasure almost makes every other thing around him seem unimportant. Yoongi can't even focus on breathing. His lungs burn – from crying, from not being able to draw in a correct breath. "Say the word and I'll stop," Taehyung whispers against his ear. His words barely make it through Yoongi's fogged up brain but he can understand them. "Come on – you know what to do if you really want me to stop. Say it."

The words swim through his mind, echoing there quietly. Yoongi stays quiet though. Well, not quiet. Moans, whimpers, and pleas still spill over his lips but not the word that Taehyung needs to hear to make all of this stop.

"You can say it," The younger says. This time it's a little bit louder, almost pulling Yoongi from the grips of pleasure completely, almost lifting the fog around him. "It's okay to say it."

But he's still quiet. His whole body is trembling from the force of his sobs and his eyes swim with tears. They're not falling yet. It's too much. It's so much and Yoongi can't even grasp the concept of words and speaking at the moment. He's glad that he hasn't forgotten how to breathe yet. Taehyung is still jerking him off and he knows that he's going to come a second time soon.

The younger is going to draw another orgasm from him and Yoongi knows that this one will hurt. But he still doesn't say the word.

"Tell me your color."

Taehyung's voice is crystal clear in the fog of pleasure around them and Yoongi starts panicking the second he notices that the hand of the other is slowing down. He's barely able to catch his breath enough to choke out a single word.

"Green –" He has to cut himself off again because Taehyung immediately resumes the fast pace from before.

"Good boy."

The pleasure spills over. Yoongi swears he blacks out when he comes for a second time. He knows his eyes are wide open but he only sees exploding lights, his whole body trembles like a leaf in the wind and for a second it doesn't even feel as if he's physical here anymore.

The second his orgasm washes over him Taehyung lets his dick go, now wrapping both of his arms tightly around Yoongi's upper body. His dick twitches pathetically, no cum to spill. Wherever Taehyung is touching the sensitiveness overwhelms him. He doesn't know if he's crying, screaming, whimpering or if he's just completely silent. The room feels like it's spinning while Yoongi is floating around, out of his body.

"You did so well," Taehyung whispers right against his ear. His arms tighten around him and it helps Yoongi to come down from his high. The solid pressure around his upper body makes him stay sane and he tries to only focus on the deep rumble of Taehyung's voice on his skin. "The best. My perfect boy. I'm so proud of you"

The words make his heart ache and before he could even take another breath tears are spilling down his cheeks. Taehyung continues to soothe him, he keeps whispering praises that Yoongi can't understand and continues rubbing his skin. Yoongi doesn't even know why he's reacting so much to this but it's just – it's been so long since he felt like this. Felt appreciated, felt loved by someone and the amount of stress that is still continuing to fall off his shoulders in this second makes it impossible for him to calm down so fast.

Taehyung helps him through it perfectly. Yoongi doesn't even register it when he gets moved around. The material of Taehyung's shirt draped over his body creates friction that he's still too sensitive for. His legs keep twitching and the room is still spinning. The tears don't stop flowing and he feels just – spent. Completely spent but sated.

Something cold gets pressed against his lips and Yoongi lets them fall open. He lets Taehyung carefully pour a little water into his mouth. He obediently chews and swallows the small bite of food the younger offers him but he couldn't stop crying. Not yet.

He never wants the euphoric sensation in his body to fade.

The water around them is slowly losing its immense warmth from before but it doesn't lose its comfort. Yoongi sighs as he lets himself slide a little further under water. Now his head is completely tucked under Taehyung's chin, the heartbeat of the other right next to his ear. Taehyung's arms are still wrapped around his front, hands limp as Yoongi continues to play with his fingers as if they're the most interesting thing in the whole world.

"You're really nice to me," He whispers eventually, breaking the silence of the fogged up bathroom.

"Of course," Taehyung laughs quietly, his chest moving against Yoongi's back and he could feel the laughter more than he could actually hear it. "After all, I like you a lot."

Yoongi is thankful that he doesn't have to face Taehyung after his small – confession. Or whatever it might be. He doesn't know why his heart is beating so fast – okay maybe he does. It's the fact that even though Taehyung has made it obvious before that he likes him, he never outright stated it like this. Has never formulated it as if it's a confession above all.

It makes warmth bloom inside of Yoongi's chest that doesn't come from the water nor from Taehyung behind him. Because he likes Taehyung too. No one could talk about love yet but he knows he's attracted to the other, he knows that Taehyung makes him feel things that he hasn't felt in a while and that is something that he just can't ignore.

He continues playing with Taehyung's fingers for a little while, listening to the melody Taehyung hums above him. His chest vibrates against his back and Yoongi wishes he could hold on to this relaxed feeling forever. He dreads waking up in the morning, knowing that the tension will be back in his muscles, the anxiety back on his mind. Taehyung could only take everything away for a little while.

Even though they've been in the bath for a long time already, the feeling of euphoria still hasn't faded from his body. And it's only because Taehyung seems to know exactly how to make him come down, how to safely coax him out of his subspace without letting him drop. Of course, he knows that it's a little easier for him to get out of his headspace again when it's just been a normal scene. The only time when he sometimes falls so deep that it might actually take hours until he's fully conscious of everything again is when he's tied up during Shibari.

"I think I like you too," Yoongi mumbles as he leans back to look up at Taehyung through his lashes. The younger is smiling down at him like he's the only thing he could see. "You're so different than I expected."

"Hopefully in a good way."

Yoongi giggles slightly, turning his head around again, not before Taehyung catches his jaw and presses a short kiss on his lips. His heart stops for a second but then it beats violently inside of his chest. "You can decide that for yourself," Yoongi says, turning his body halfway and snuggling himself against Taehyung's chest.

"Hey," The younger laughs loudly, gently shaking his shoulder to prevent him from falling asleep. "We can sleep in a bed. No sleeping in the tub unless you want to end shriveled up."

"Maybe I've always dreamt about becoming a raisin."

"Let's just get out of here now," The younger says, trying to push Yoongi up so that they could get out of the tub. "The water is getting cold."

Yoongi just hums, not making a move to actually help Taehyung in getting both of them out of the cooling water.