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Yoongi hummed, slipping his headphones off his head to rest around his neck, as he stepped into his apartment. He smiled as he kicked his shoes off; he could hear Jimin singing to himself in the bathroom. Yoongi set his bag down next to the couch and headed around the corner to the bathroom, where the wide-open door revealed a mostly-dressed Jimin running product through his hair. 

“Hey,” Yoongi said as he approached, meeting Jimin’s gaze in the bathroom mirror. The next lyrics died on his lips as he smiled back at Yoongi a little shyly. Even though Yoongi always told Jimin that he had a beautiful and naturally talented voice, Jimin had never had training and always got a little bashful when it came to singing in front of other people. Yoongi found it adorable that even after eight years of dating, Jimin blushed whenever Yoongi caught him singing.

“Hi,” Jimin chirped back, turning around to tug Yoongi towards him. Yoongi cooperated, reaching around Jimin as he came closer to slide a hand up the back of his buttoned-up suit jacket. His mouth fell agape in surprise when he encountered nothing but smooth, warm skin. 

“You’re not wearing a shirt under this?” Yoongi asked, peeking down the high vee created by the lapels to see - indeed - Jimin’s nipples poking against the dark fabric. “Shit.”

Jimin giggled and curled a finger under Yoongi’s chin, directing his gaze back up at his face. He leaned in for a kiss, clearly meaning for it to be chaste and teasing, but Yoongi backed Jimin against the bathroom sink, drawing their hips together as he spread Jimin’s lips with his tongue. Jimin let out a surprised gasp when his lower back hit the porcelain, sending his small tub of hair cream clattering to the floor. 

When Jimin let out an annoyed groan at the sound, Yoongi laughed, pulling back just enough to hike one of Jimin’s legs up over his narrow hip and leaning down to leave kisses down his seriously beautiful neck muscles. Jimin moaned softly, hands searching for purchase on Yoongi’s t-shirt as he rolled his hips. “Baby,” Jimin sighed when Yoongi scraped his teeth over Jimin’s sternum.

“Baby,” he repeated more insistently, pushing Yoongi back a bit. Yoongi straightened up to see Jimin pouting petulantly at him. “There’ll be plenty of time for that later. You need to go get dressed.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes good-naturedly, leaning in for one more kiss, but Jimin stopped him with a finger against Yoongi’s lips. “I said go get dressed. I still have to do my makeup.”

“Alright, alright,” Yoongi agreed. He reluctantly set Jimin’s leg back down and disappeared around the corner into the master bedroom. Laid out on the bed was the outfit he’d allowed Jimin to pick out for him for the event tonight - a suit nearly identical in cut and color to Jimin’s, but with a semi-transparent white lace blouse that would do little to nothing to hide his chest from anyone who cared to look.

Yoongi sighed through his nose. He did like being cute on occasion, but this was a far cry from what he’d worn to these parties in the past. He usually didn’t show much skin, preferring to either go in a grungy all-black ensemble for the fuck you vibe or soft, oversized sweaters that showed off a little collarbone and shoulder - for a fuck me vibe. This look was...somewhere in the middle and yet also completely different. 

That being said, Yoongi trusted Jimin’s fashion choices more than anyone else’s (even Seokjin’s, even knowing he would resent that), so he shrugged out of his shirt and stepped out of his jeans before donning the outfit. Then, he approached the full-length mirror behind the door, taking in the fit. Unsurprisingly, the suit was extremely flattering, clinging and draping in all the right places. The shirt, tucked into the suit pants, sat close to his skin, the lace almost constantly rubbing against his sensitive nipples. He shivered at the sensation and headed over to the vanity.

Yoongi opened up his and Jimin’s shared jewelry box, pausing momentarily to consider his options before settling on replacing the tongue stud he’d removed for work. He also put in a few hoops and studs, liking the way they glinted in the low light of their bedroom when Yoongi turned to look at himself in the mirror. Finally, he added a slim, garnet-colored choker around his neck, adorned with an O-ring. It matched well with his bordeaux-colored hair; Jimin would like it.

Yoongi finally emerged from the bedroom, only to see that Jimin was still looking in the mirror - applying some light makeup this time. Jimin’s eyes almost immediately flickered over to him, though, and a slow smile spread across his face.

“Baby,” Jimin purred, putting away his mascara and turning around once more. “You look hot. ”

“Isn’t that just a self-compliment?” Yoongi wondered aloud, even as Jimin moved closer.

“No,” Jimin replied with a little pout. “I just picked out the clothes. You’re the one making them look good. Too good - maybe we should just stay home,” he continued, slipping a hand up to thumb over Yoongi’s nipple through the shirt.

Yoongi snorted even as the stimulation sent blood rushing down to his dick. “Aren’t you the one who wanted to go so badly?”

Jimin grinned, wicked. “I’m pretty sure I can come twice tonight. Help me take the edge off?”

Yoongi acquiesced, and they migrated over to the couch, where Yoongi fell to his knees and took Jimin’s cock out. Jimin slid a hand into Yoongi’s hair, tugging roughly as Yoongi mouthed at him until he was hard and whining. Taking his time, Yoongi gazed up at his beautiful partner and slid down Jimin’s cock to the hilt - until his lips were pressed flush against Jimin’s pelvis.

It didn’t take long after that.

Yoongi pulled his and Jimin’s shared car into the large driveway leading up to Namjoon, Seokjin, and Hoseok’s place. Unsurprisingly, considering how long Jimin took to get ready and the fact that they’d had a blowjob detour, about a dozen cars, a few bikes, and a motorcycle were already in the driveway. 

Jimin and Yoongi hopped out of the car, Jimin immediately going to wrap a hand around Yoongi’s waist and peck him on the cheek. “Ready?” he asked. Yoongi nodded in response as they approached the front door.

When Jimin opened the - unlocked - door, Hoseok was standing next to a little fold-up table covered in name tags and stickers, waving coyly at someone as they headed past the foyer in the direction of the living room. “You guys!” he shouted when he caught sight of Yoongi and Jimin.

Hoseok wiggled gracefully around the table and dragged Yoongi into a hug and a perfunctory kiss on the lips. He stood back a moment to take in the outfit, eyebrows flying up into his hairline. “Is this your doing?” he asked Jimin without looking at him. “If so, I wholeheartedly approve.”

Yoongi turned a little pink, but Jimin giggled, accepting Hoseok’s proffered hug as well. 

“Okay!” Hoseok chirped, clapping his hands together and turning back to the little table. “So, will you be swinging together or separately tonight?”

“Together,” Jimin and Yoongi replied in unison, and then they all three laughed. 

Hoseok pouted a little even as he handed Jimin and Yoongi their pre-made nametags. “I wish I could join you...Namjoonie is still recovering, though, so Jinnie-hyung and I will be pampering him again tonight.”

“Like that isn’t your dream,” Yoongi answered as he pinned the nametag to his lapel, and Jimin giggled a little as Hoseok shrugged unrepentantly.

“Anyway,” Hoseok continued, glancing over his literal rainbow of stickers on the table. Yoongi still found it very amusing how detailed he’d gotten with his system over the years; it was extremely Hoseok of him to develop a 7-color sticker code for how many people you were looking to fuck at a party. “Tonight, red is for couples looking for singles, and pink is couples looking for couples.”

“Pink, then,” Jimin replied, and he beamed as he stuck the little pink dot to his nametag. Yoongi idly noted the black sticker on Hoseok’s own nametag. “Is there a sticker that means ‘negotiable’, or do we need to write that down ourselves?”

“That’s yellow, actually!” Hoseok said, and he promptly handed over two more stickers. Jimin tittered at that. “Anything else?”

“I think we’re good,” Yoongi commented, setting a hand lightly against Jimin’s lower back. “Right?”

Jimin nodded, grinning, and they said a quick goodbye to Hoseok before heading deeper into the house. The bright overhead lights were off, leaving only the floor lamps to provide intimate, low lighting. The couches in the living room had all been pushed up against the walls to make room for people to dance in the center, and the long kitchen island had been converted to a bar counter. Yoongi could see Seokjin smiling beatifically at some poor bastard who was stuttering through his drink request. Past the kitchen, in the little alcove to the side of the sliding door that led to the back patio, Yoongi could see the baby grand that he’d restored as a wedding gift for Namjoon. The man himself was leaning against it with a little smile, his right foot safely ensconced in a gigantic cast and crutches propped up on the piano seat close by.  

“Let’s go get drinks,” Jimin nudged, so they headed over to the kitchen to greet Seokjin first.

“My babies! ” Seokjin shouted as they neared the kitchen, startling at least a few people sitting nearby. Yoongi rolled his eyes, but he leaned in for another brief peck easily enough. Jimin laughed, cheeks growing endearingly pink as Seokjin squeezed his face and planted a kiss right on the tip of his nose before pulling back with a broad smile. “Glad you could make it. Want me to make you something? Whiskey, a cocktail? Just a glass of water?”

“Whiskey for Yoongi, and pick something you think I’ll like,” Jimin said with a charming smile. Seokjin saluted him and turned to the back counter for their drinks. 

Yoongi turned to lean his elbows on the counter and surveyed the room. It was odd; no matter how many of these parties Namjoon, Seokjin, and Hoseok hosted, they never seemed to run out of new faces. Yoongi recognized a few people - either solely from previous parties or because he’d seen them naked in his and Jimin’s bed - but the majority still managed to be strangers. It kept things interesting, but it made Yoongi’s head spin sometimes when he thought about how many hot, queer, and non-monogamous people there actually were just roaming around in Seoul’s high society. 

Jimin tapped Yoongi’s hip with a smile and handed him a whiskey, neat. Jimin himself was holding some kind of crimson-colored drink with an orange wheel adorning the rim. “A blood orange margarita,” he explained. They waved goodbye to an already-chatting-up-someone-else Seokjin and headed over to sip their drinks and greet Namjoon, who smiled broadly at them. 

Namjoon had migrated down to the piano bench, apparently tired of standing, so Jimin leaned down to hug him. 

“How’s the foot, hyung?” Jimin asked kindly, a comforting hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. 

“Itchy, mainly,” Namjoon replied with a self-deprecating smile as he waved a hand at the bulky cast on his leg. He set his phone down on top of the piano momentarily; Yoongi could see that it was wired to a nearby stereo rack. “The pain is pretty manageable. Getting down the stairs is a different kind of pain in the ass, though.”

“What have you been telling people?” Yoongi asked after a slow sip of his drink, morbidly curious. 

Jimin and Yoongi knew well what had actually happened, which is to say that Namjoon had been bratting out during a scene with Hoseok and wiggled straight off the bed, arms still bound behind his back. Clumsy bastard that he was, he’d somehow managed to land exactly wrong enough on his right foot to break his ankle. Hoseok had recounted the story to them both over the phone from the hospital with an almost hysterical mixture of embarrassment, amusement, and horror while Seokjin cackled in the background.  

Namjoon’s cheeks reddened. “I - I, well, usually people are nice enough not to ask, but I told my parents that a biker knocked me over and I fell wrong.”

“Plausible,” Yoongi conceded. “Not as funny, though.”

“Did you just come here to make fun of me, hyung?” Namjoon pouted, and Jimin laughed at that.

“Yeah, hyung, let’s leave poor Namjoonie alone; we should go dance for a bit!” 

Yoongi acquiesced, and after saying their goodbyes and finishing up their drinks, Jimin and Yoongi migrated over to the dance floor. The area was dimly lit, and something slow and bass-heavy was playing. 

Jimin seemed elated at the excuse to tug Yoongi up against him, arms hooked around his neck as they moved close together. Forehead pressed to Jimin’s, Yoongi couldn’t help but smile as he set his hands on Jimin’s hips in turn. The two swayed together, enjoying the ebb and flow of the crowd but not yet engaging with anyone other than each other. Couples and groups nearby brushed against them on occasion, would-be apologetic smiles becoming flirty smirks instead. It was a step up, certainly, from the frenzied clubs Yoongi remembered from his university days, but it was still quite removed from the stuffier company events Namjoon had occasionally invited Yoongi to as a plus-one over the years. It existed in the liminal space between party and event , largely casual and yet underlined with the sort of tension that suggested that the living room might be the site of an orgy come midnight. It was a place where everyone could shed their daily masks and be present, free. 

It was kind of a shame that they only happened a few times a year.

Then, after a while of song after slow song, the music changed to something a bit poppier, more upbeat, and the dancing picked up. Jimin didn’t hesitate to spin Yoongi to face away from him, placing hands on his hips and locking them together from knees to torso. Jimin didn’t stay still for long, quickly roaming his hands over the barely-there lace top and teasing Yoongi’s sensitive skin. The warmth of Jimin’s body pressed against his back heated Yoongi up, and his heart raced as he moved in his partner’s arms. Yoongi shivered when Jimin huffed a laugh against the back of his neck, eyes falling shut involuntarily. Jimin then rolled his hips sinuously, getting very friendly with Yoongi’s ass, and Yoongi had to crane his neck to look over his shoulder at Jimin. “Not that I’m not enjoying this, but shouldn’t we be meeting other people?”

Jimin laughed again. “Right, right! I guess that is the point of this, huh?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and pulled away a bit. “I’m gonna go find some people to chit-chat with, alright?”

“Okay,” Jimin pouted a little. He leaned in for one last kiss on the back of Yoongi’s head, and then he swatted Yoongi on the ass. “Don’t be gone too long, baby.”

Yoongi headed vaguely back in the direction of Namjoon and the piano, figuring that he could ask his friend if he had any insight into people Yoongi might be interested in meeting tonight. As he approached, though, Yoongi could see that there was already someone - a tall, fit, pierced, wide-eyed, and handsome someone - looking at Namjoon like he had hung the moon and stars as he spoke animatedly about something. Yoongi drank in the guy’s shapely form as he grew nearer, noting the way his thigh muscles swelled against the tight fabric of his dark jeans and how his shoulders filled out his black shirt as he leaned against the nearby wall. 

“Hyung!” Namjoon grinned when Yoongi approached. His eyebrow twitched up as though in warning, daring Yoongi to make another joke about his injury, and Yoongi stifled a laugh. “This is my dongsaeng, Jeongguk. I know I’ve told you about him.”

Yoongi did remember mentions of a Jeon Jeongguk, actually. He remembered hearing about the ex-professional football player-slash-vocal coach who had sprained his leg, and in the intervening time, decided to just focus on music. Yoongi had heard about how Jeongguk had sent a demo to Namjoon’s label that had been bursting with so much potential that Namjoon just had to take him under his wing. 

Having recalled this knowledge, Yoongi looked Jeongguk over with new, appraising eyes. It wasn’t often that Yoongi got to meet other people in the music industry at these gatherings; usually, the attendees were from Seokjin’s acting circles, or Hoseok’s modeling cliques. He couldn’t help but notice that Jeon Jeongguk’s name-tag had the exact same stickers as his. “Yes, Jeon Jeongguk-ssi. Nice to meet you, I’m Min Yoongi.”

Jeongguk’s eyes got even wider as they landed on Yoongi, if that were possible. His gaze was clearly getting caught up on where Yoongi’s chest was very much visible through the flimsy white lace top he was wearing. “Min Yoongi-ssi, it-it’s great to meet you!” Jeon Jeongguk said, his voice rich and warm. 

“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” Yoongi apologized insincerely, stepping back a bit and giving Jeongguk a more complete once-over. Up close, he could really see how Jeongguk’s biceps strained against the silky black material of his shirt, which was barely even buttoned over the swell of his pectorals. Yoongi could see quite a lot of chest. Buff chest. Oh, Jimin will like him. When he glanced back up finally, Jeongguk seemed a little pink. Cute.  “What were you two talking about?”

“Jeongguk’s first album, actually!” Namjoon said, excitedly. He looked amused at Yoongi and Jeongguk’s exchange, but thankfully he refrained from commenting. “He’s got a few songs in the bag, but you know how the creative process can be.”

“You’re an artist too, Yoongi-ssi?” Jeongguk said, eyes practically sparkling.

“I used to be one,” Yoongi said with yet another eye roll. “I used to play piano, back in college. And I wrote beats, rapped in the underground scene with Namjoonie.”

“Hyung is being modest,” Namjoon chided, reaching over to swat Yoongi’s hip. “He was Gloss. ”

“Gloss?” Jeongguk squeaked. “As in Gloss and Runch Randa?”

Namjoon winced, and Yoongi snorted. “Let’s not bring that name back into existence,” Namjoon groaned.

“Oh my gosh, I was in love with you guys in middle school! What ended up happening, you totally disappeared!” Jeongguk was practically vibrating with excitement now, starstruck.

When Namjoon glanced over at him, Yoongi shrugged. “I own a used instruments shop now. Music was fun, and I love it, but I wasn’t really cut out for the stress of the industry, you know? Living on crumbs and all that shit. Now, I get to help other people make their dreams come true instead.”

Jeongguk looked like Yoongi had just broken his heart. Yoongi rubbed at the back of his neck, made a little awkward by virtue of the close attention.

Namjoon suddenly made a little sound, and when Yoongi looked over, he was looking at his phone in concern. “Looks like Jinnie-hyung needs me for something, so I gotta go. Hyung, you don’t mind manning the music for a bit, do you?”

“Not at all,” Yoongi replied, and then he and Jeongguk helped Namjoon stand and get settled on his crutches. He smiled gratefully at them before heading off to the kitchen. 

Yoongi expected there to be a bit of an awkward lull, but almost as soon as he was gone, Jeongguk said, “518-062 was dope.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi said, a grin spreading across his face.

They ended up talking about Yoongi’s old work for a while. Namjoon returned after about ten minutes with another whiskey for Yoongi and a beer for Jeongguk from Seokjin, and they moved to a nearby loveseat to continue the conversation.

Yoongi hadn’t shied away from the opportunity, settling in close to Jeongguk and pressing their thighs together. After a while, Jeongguk looked down, that adorable little bunny smile splitting his face in two, and laughed at whatever nonsense Yoongi had just said. “You’re funny, Yoongi-ssi.”

“Yeah? Thanks,” Yoongi said lightly, setting down his now-empty glass. “My boyfriend always says I have no sense of humor.”

Jeongguk’s eyes got big again, and he very unsubtly glanced down at Yoongi’s nametag. “O-oh, well, um. I don’t think that’s right at all.”

Yoongi laughed at that, and then he leaned back for some space and eyed Jeongguk curiously. “So, what brought you here tonight?”

“I – uh, we, were hoping to make some friends, maybe meet other couples?” Jeongguk replied, like it was a question. “Well, not just meet, but. You know.”

Yoongi hummed, amused. “You’ve got a boyfriend? Girlfriend? Non-binary partner?”

“A boyfriend.”

“What’s your boyfriend like?”

Jeongguk glanced out towards the dimly-lit living room as though he’d be able to pick his boyfriend out in the sea of mingling people. Then, he scrunched his face up in thought, his eyes drifting up to the ceiling. “Eccentric. Really pretty, like supermodel pretty. Sometimes goofy and loud, sometimes quiet and thoughtful, and – and he’s perfect.”

“He does sound great,” Yoongi said with a grin. “Maybe you should introduce us.”

“Do I get to meet your – um – your boyfriend?”

“Sure,” Yoongi said. “I’ll go find him, and we can meet in the backyard?”

“Yeah,” Jeongguk said, and then, adorably, he blew on a piece of hair that had just fallen in his face. It was completely ineffectual, immediately falling back in front of his eye. Almost on instinct, Yoongi went to brush away the lock of hair, gently tucking it behind Jeongguk’s ear. When he went to pull back and stand up, though, Jeongguk grasped his wrist and tugged him a little closer, his gaze a silent question.

Yoongi knew that he probably shouldn’t without having Jeongguk meet Jimin first, but Jeongguk was looking down at him with those big, watery doe eyes, lips just slightly parted and slicked with balm. He was practically begging for it. 

Yoongi swallowed.

Then, he leaned in, pressed a chaste kiss to Jeongguk’s cheek, and whispered in his ear, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll see you again soon.”

Jeongguk visibly shivered as Yoongi stood and scooped his tumbler back up, and Yoongi didn’t look back as he headed in the direction of the kitchen, looking out for Seokjin’s broad shoulders or auburn hair. Eventually, he caught sight of Seokjin pouring a drink for a slim woman seated at a barstool, who he recognized. 

“Byulyi-noona!” Yoongi called, smiling. Byulyi turned to look at him with a huge smile. She looked radiant and casual in a button up and jeans, her silvery-blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders. There was a light blue sticker, indicating that she was alone and looking for couples, on her name-tag. “It’s great to see you.”

“Same to you, Yoongi, it’s been too long!” she said as she tugged him into a hug. She’d started out as a friend of Seokjin’s through some shared classes in university, but she and Yoongi had bonded over hip-hop. They didn’t do a great job of staying in touch these days, but Byulyi was nearly always guaranteed to be at these gatherings. “We need to get coffee sometime. I see that you and Jiminie are on the prowl tonight, so I suppose I shouldn’t keep you. Any luck?”

“Yes, actually,” Yoongi said thoughtfully. “If I could just find Jimin, there’s someone I wanted him to meet.”

“I think I actually just saw him near the bathrooms with Taehyung-ah,” Seokjin butted in with a self-satisfied little smile. “One of our newer friends you haven’t met yet.”

“Oh, is that his name?” Byulyi chimed in with an arched brow. She leaned towards Yoongi conspiratorially. “They were getting pretty cozy on the dance floor, if you get me.”

Yoongi nodded slowly, mulling that over. Well, if Jimin had found someone he liked, that was alright. He could always let Jeongguk down easy, even if it meant saying no to those eyes. Maybe next time.

“Noted,” Yoongi said with a small smile. “Well, I’d better go hunt him down, then. Thanks, hyung, and see you later, noona.”

They waved him off, and Yoongi headed in the direction of the bathroom, nervous anticipation settling in his lower abdomen. Sure enough, he saw Jimin standing near the bathroom, glancing down at his phone in mild consternation. His eyes flicked up briefly and then widened when they fell upon Yoongi.

“Hyung! I’ve been texting you, jeez,” Jimin complained, tugging Yoongi in for a peck. Yoongi couldn’t help but notice, with exasperated fondness, that Jimin’s jacket was completely undone, his abs and tattoo out for the world to see. “I found someone super cool who’s also part of a couple! I'm literally in love with him; he's perfect. You have to meet him; he’s definitely your type. Come outside?”

Yoongi laughed a little; Jimin’s enthusiasm was infectious. “Alright, alright. Sorry, I think my phone’s on silent.”

Yoongi followed Jimin outside, through the sliding door, to the back patio. It was almost like a spell had been cast over the backyard when Yoongi shut the sliding door behind himself. Outside was quiet, absent of music to fill the silence. Instead, several groups of people were chatting quietly with each other, holding drinks and laughing. Fairy lights - likely Hoseok’s doing - hung from the trim, twinkling merrily against the blue-black night sky. Everything was cast in a warm, inviting glow. There were a few tables on the porch deck, but most people chose to stand. Jeongguk himself was standing in the grass, holding what looked like the same bottle of beer as before and swinging it idly back and forth as he talked with someone whose back was to Yoongi. That little piece of hair was dangling in his face again as he pouted, and it made something warm tickle in Yoongi’s chest.

“Tae!” Jimin called, and to Yoongi’s surprise, the man standing in front of Jeongguk turned around, clearly in the middle of a sentence. His eyes lit upon Jimin briefly, gaze flashing with recognition as he smiled, and then his expression went a little slack with surprise when he looked over at Yoongi. And – wow. 

He was stunning, like – idol stunning. His outfit was different from that of anyone else at the party; he’d paired khaki pants with a green, floral button-up shirt and bright white tennis shoes. His hair was sky blue. But his face – it was all strong eyebrows and full lips, deep, sensual eyes that were currently looking Yoongi over in obvious interest.

“Jiminie,” the man replied even as he met Yoongi’s gaze, and holy shit, his voice was like melted chocolate. Yoongi felt pinned by that gaze, that voice, and Jimin had to tug him the last few meters to where the striking pair was standing in the backyard. “And you must be Yoongi-ssi.”

“Uh, yeah,” Yoongi answered slowly with a small nod, glancing at Jimin and waiting for some introductions. 

“Hyung,” Jimin began with a self-congratulatory smile as Yoongi tried not to drool. “This is Kim Taehyung, who I just met on the dance floor. And you must be Jeongguk-ssi; it’s lovely to meet you, Jeongguk-ssi.”

Oh, Yoongi thought faintly as things clicked into place. Of course the hottest people at the party would be together.

Jeongguk, for his part, seemed humbled at the sight of Jimin, who was bowing in greeting before straightening up with a satisfied grin. Jeongguk returned the bow a little clumsily. Yoongi didn’t blame him; Jimin could be overwhelming.

They quickly took over one of the deck tables, Yoongi speaking to Taehyung as Jimin got to know Jeongguk. The energy was subtly different from what had been happening between Yoongi and Jeongguk. Whereas Yoongi had connected with Jeongguk primarily on an intellectual level, an instant acquaintanceship forming with an undertone of sexual compatibility coursing beneath their interactions, Yoongi felt instantly and forcefully attracted to Taehyung. Their actual conversation felt almost like a strange kind of foreplay, only a background buzz of mutual interests and experiences to season the four-course meal that was their building sexual tension. 

“I got to see N.E.X.T. live once,” Taehyung explained, as they were discussing 90s rock bands. He sunk his teeth into his lower lip, eyes fluttering closed as if in rapturous pleasure. His mannerisms were so flamboyant that they were borderline goofy. It would have been beyond cheesy on anyone else, but it somehow worked unfairly well for him. “These days, I like to entertain myself at home, but when I was younger, I was obsessed with the electricity of a live concert.”

“Live performances are like nothing else,” Yoongi enthused distractedly, eyes catching on the midnight blue of Taehyung’s nail polish when he ran his fingers through his hair. Yoongi cleared his throat and glanced up into Taehyung’s amused eyes. “I miss it sometimes, but I’ve become a bit of a homebody, too.”

“Oh, really?” Taehyung asked, leaning against the table in a way that allowed the unbuttoned flaps of his shirt to fall open. Yoongi tried not to drool at the sight of so much golden, tanned skin, flecked with sweat he’d likely accumulated while grinding on Yoongi’s boyfriend. Fuck. “Jeonggukkie tells me that you were a beast on stage when you used to perform. What keeps you home?”

Yoongi laughed and tilted his head at Jimin. “Well, this one, mostly. He teaches kindergarten, which means we both get up at the ass-crack of dawn. No more late-night rap battles. And besides, the rush of the performance wasn’t worth the cutthroat environment for me. Some asshole hit me with his car after losing to me; that was when I called it quits.”

Taehyung looked surprised at that, and concerned. “Wow,” he replied. “I’m sorry that happened.”

Yoongi flushed a little, embarrassed to have shifted the mood. “No worries, it was a long time ago now. Anyway, how do you keep yourself entertained at home?”

Taehyung looked genuinely excited at that, the small ‘o’ his mouth had formed becoming an endearing smile. “I paint! I used to love painting as a kid, but I kind of fell off with it while I was in cosmetology school. But now that I’ve married a rich guy and have my own steady job,” Taehyung shrugged. “Lots of free time to get back into painting.”

“What’s your work like?”

“It varies,” Taehyung replied thoughtfully. “Sometimes, landscapes. Other times, abstract art. Others still are erotic pieces,” he continued, dark eyes trailing purposefully over the way Yoongi was sprawled in the chair, chin propped up in one hand. “Lately, the latter.”

Yoongi felt Taehyung’s gaze like a physical touch. He raised an cool eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung purred, suddenly making intense and unabashed eye contact. He smiled, then, slow and wide. “I recently finished a piece that Jeongguk modeled for. I liked it so much, I hung it over the headboard of our bed. Maybe you could see it sometime.”

Yoongi’s lips parted in muted surprise, déjà vu washing over him. Yoongi hadn’t been flirted with so forthrightly, so honestly and fearlessly, since - well, since Jimin had found him all those years ago. He could see echoes of young Jimin - his confident seduction - in Taehyung’s smile. That kind of blasé cockiness had always been kind of annoying to Yoongi - all the more so because he found it devastatingly attractive. Yoongi had always been frustratingly weak for people who knew what they wanted, and judging by the way Taehyung’s eyes kept tracing languidly down to his lips, Taehyung knew what he wanted from Yoongi. 

Jimin was right; he was exactly Yoongi’s type.

And when Yoongi glanced over to say something along those lines, Jimin was, amusingly, feeling Jeongguk’s bicep with a little smile while Jeongguk looked on, clearly flustered even as he grinned. 

“Hyung, isn’t Jeongguk fit? ” Jimin noted, smirking when he noticed Yoongi’s look. “Your man is hot, Taehyungie.”

“You think so?” Taehyung said with a little smile, slinging an arm around Jeongguk’s shoulders and leaning closer to Jimin. “Maybe you should give him a kiss, then, show him how much you like him. Would you like that, Gukkie?”

Jeongguk smiled a little more shyly this time and nodded quickly. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Jimin pretended to think about it, eyes glittering with mischief. “Sure, okay. But – only if I get to see you kiss Yoongi.”

Taehyung twisted back towards Yoongi, smirking like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. “Yeah? Would you be up for that, Yoongi-ssi?”

Luckily for Taehyung, Yoongi wasn’t shy.

Yoongi perfunctorily stood, leaned over the table, and grabbed Taehyung’s collar to drag him into a wine-and-whiskey-flavored kiss. A few wolf whistles could be heard from nearby partygoers, but Yoongi paid them no attention. Despite Yoongi’s aggressive entrance, their lips met slowly, sensually, a careful push and pull as each of them gave in to the sexual attraction crackling between them but neither of them wanted to back down. Taehyung let out a low groan as Yoongi scraped his teeth over his lower lip, and Yoongi sighed out in pleasure when Taehyung smoothed his fingers through Yoongi’s undercut. 

Yoongi finally pulled away for air, a light hand on a grinning Taehyung’s chest, and turned to his boyfriend. “Happy?”

“Very,” Jimin replied with a sharklike grin. Then, he returned the favor by pulling Jeongguk in for a kiss that was totally different. It was full of power, Jimin fully settling into Jeongguk’s lap and grabbing the younger man’s hands to place them over his tiny waist. Jeongguk’s head fell back, exposing a masterpiece of neck and shoulder muscles, as Jimin tugged at his hair, and he groaned into the kiss as he slid his hands down and squeezed, hard, at Jimin’s ass. Jimin finally pulled back with a teasing little kiss at Jeongguk’s nose and reiterated, “very happy.”

Yoongi swallowed, watching the way Jeongguk’s eyes caught on Jimin’s exposed, sculpted chest. Then, he glanced over at Jimin and saw the way he was looking at Taehyung like he wanted to take him for a test drive next. Finally, he looked at Taehyung and started, because Taehyung was looking right at Yoongi himself, dark eyes intent. 

“Maybe we should take this somewhere else?” Taehyung said, and although there was a question in his tone, his body language as he sat there, looking up at Yoongi through his enviable eyelashes, was anything but unsure.

Yoongi glanced over to Jimin, who looked ecstatic at the offer. Ready? Yoongi mouthed, and Jimin nodded excitedly back.

“Sure,” Yoongi replied once he had confirmation, and he took Taehyung’s proffered hand as they headed back to the house to say their goodbyes.

Yoongi entered the apartment with a slight sense of wonder. They’d followed Taehyung and Jeongguk to their apartment close by, and considering the money that Namjoon made, he’d known that their apartment would have to be nice to be in the same neighborhood. But it was still oddly humbling to think of these two dongsaengs living in such a nice place.

The ceilings were high, and the walls were white, but the space was saved from being too stark by the enormous abstract paintings taking up most of the empty space. Yoongi knew almost nothing about visual arts, but the bursts of color and distorted forms certainly lent the apartment more of a chaotic, personal feel than it might have otherwise had. The gaming console and controllers on the TV stand also helped.

“Come see the bedroom,” Taehyung invited, preening a little when Jimin praised his artwork on the walls. 

Jimin pressed close to Yoongi as they headed down the corridor, various smaller paintings and photos dotting the walls. Yoongi could see several pictures of what looked like teenaged Jeongguk and Taehyung, a few of Jeongguk in full football gear and goalkeeper gloves, and a couple that looked like they were taken at their wedding. Then, they turned the corner into the master bedroom behind Jeongguk, and Jimin gasped.

The painting, hanging shamelessly over the headboard just as Taehyung had described, depicted Jeongguk reclined along the bed before them, early morning sunlight catching his sculpted torso sinfully well. One heavily tattooed arm was slung over his eyes in lazy resplendence, his bicep and pectoral muscle flexing in invitation. His lip piercing peeked out from beneath his forearm, glinting where the light caught it. His legs were spread, his length exposed lewdly to the artist's imaginary eye, and the sheets around him were rumpled suggestively. Taehyung had spared no honesty, myriad scars marring his knees and revealing his fallibility. It somehow managed to be both sensual and soft - the painted Jeongguk seemed to exist somewhere between angelic and comfortingly human.

The real Jeongguk's cheeks were flushed a bright pink as Yoongi whistled low and Jimin ooh ed and aah ed. It was beautiful; even a layman like Yoongi could plainly see the love Taehyung held for his husband in every brushstroke.

"Pretty, isn't he?" Taehyung commented as he breezed in behind them. "He's a great model, on top of everything else."

"Might be prettier to see it in person," Jimin shamelessly flirted, turning to sit on the bed and eye Jeongguk openly. Jeongguk visibly swallowed.

"Maybe we should go over a game plan?" Yoongi asked, not wanting to kill the flow but knowing from unfortunate experience that things would go a lot more smoothly if everyone was on the same page from the start. "You know, clarify what we all want to get out of tonight?"

"Right, right," Jimin nodded. "Business first."

They all sat down on the bed together, legs folded underneath them. Taehyung disappeared once more before returning with a few glasses of water, which everyone took gratefully. He settled back onto the bed kitty-corner from Jimin and on Yoongi's left, one hand casually landing a few scant centimeters from Yoongi's thigh. An air of slightly shy anticipation settled over the room until Jimin spoke up again.

"Well, I don't know about you all, but I came here hoping to get dicked down," he commented idly, examining his recently-manicured nails. "Any volunteers?”

"I - " Jeongguk started, and then his gaze flickered to Yoongi, eyes wide as though he were still unsure about whether this was all really okay. When Yoongi nodded encouragingly, Jeongguk cleared his throat and said roughly, "I'd be down."

"I guess that leaves me and you, Yoongi-ssi," Taehyung chirped, grinning. "Do you have a preference? I'm pretty flexible."

"Well," Yoongi mused, glaring at Jimin when his partner nudged him with a foot in the shin. "I'd say Jimin and I are in a similar mood tonight. If you wouldn't mind doing a bit of work."

"Not at all," Taehyung replied, like the cat who had gotten the cream. "I live to please."

This time it was Yoongi's turn to swallow nervously. It felt ironic, given that he and Jimin were supposed to be the more experienced ones in this situation and yet Taehyung had Yoongi swooning like a Western damsel in a period piece.

"Tests," Yoongi remembered, digging his phone out of his pocket. "We've got screenshots of our latest STD screenings on our phones, just to be completely transparent. Neither of us has had sex with anyone other than each other since before our last test about two weeks ago."

He handed his phone over to Taehyung, and Jimin did the same with a quick smile and nod. Jeongguk leaned over Taehyung's shoulder to see, eyes wide. "Wow!" he exclaimed, apparently pleasantly surprised. He sat back again as Taehyung handed back their phones. "You're both so prepared."

"Yeah, shit," Taehyung swore, scrambling to his feet and towards the bedroom door. "Let me go find our papers, I think they're somewhere in the office."

When he was gone, Jimin spoke up again. "You know, I was kind of hoping I'd get to see you kiss Yoongi too, Jeonggukie. You said such nice things about him when we were talking earlier."

Yoongi made a small noise of surprise, turning back to Jeongguk, who was smiling nervously across the bed at Yoongi. "Yeah?" Yoongi teased. "Living out high school Jeongguk's fantasy by getting a kiss from Gloss?"

Jeongguk sucked in a sharp breath and went tomato red, and Yoongi suspected he'd hit the nail on the head. He sat up on his knees and crawled across the bed to Jeongguk, not letting himself think about how silly he probably looked. As he settled next to Jeongguk, he was comforted by Jimin's small hand sliding down his spine, urging him a little closer.

Yoongi let it happen, lifting a hand to card his fingers through Jeongguk's thick dark hair like he'd been wanting to do all night. He leaned in and settled his lips over Jeongguk's, their meeting tentative and sweet. Their mouths met once, twice, and then Jeongguk sighed openly, lips parting. His hands came up to Yoongi's lower back, steadying him, and Yoongi took advantage of the newfound stability to slip his tongue into Jeongguk's mouth, coaxing out these pretty little moans.

As Jimin's hand moved away, Jeongguk's hands slipped down to Yoongi's ass, tugging him into his lap so they could press closer. " Fuck, " Jeongguk hissed, and their piercings clicked together gently when Yoongi swept his tongue over Jeongguk's lower lip. "I - I love how little you are."

Yoongi went a bit pink at that and leaned back, trying not to be offended and failing more than just a bit. Jimin sniggered nearby. " Little? "

"Yeah, but not like - " Jeongguk stumbled over his words, turning a bit pink himself. "I just mean you're really light. I like that I could just lift you up and throw you around if I wanted to. I’ve always thought of you as larger than life, so it kind of surprises me how little you weigh."

Yoongi thought about Jeongguk throwing him against the bed and decided - more like, his dick decided for him - that he was totally on board. He huffed out something like "sure, whatever" and leaned back in for another kiss, one that was a bit harsher. He took advantage of their closeness to run a hand up Jeongguk's chest, feeling out the dips and ridges of his completely unfair muscles. Yoongi even started slipping the buttons out of their holes one-handed, revealing pale, taut skin. Then, he heard a familiar giggle and leaned back, endeared at the way Jeongguk pouted.

When Yoongi turned around, Taehyung was leaning over Jimin on the other end of the bed, kissing down his neck while Jimin had his hand deep in Taehyung's back pocket. They looked really good together. Yoongi felt the familiar but relatively unbothersome flash of jealousy for a brief moment before Jimin's eyes met his and he winked. It was impossible to stay jealous when Yoongi knew that a) the sweetest and most beautiful man in the world loved him back, and b) Taehyung was about to be fucking him in a few minutes' time.

"I think we're good to go," Jimin said, nodding over at the bed where Taehyung had left two slightly rumpled pieces of paper. "Wanna switch?"

When Taehyung looked up and through his lashes at Yoongi, tongue tracing languidly over Jimin’s collarbone, Yoongi acquiesced, moving to get up and off of Jeongguk’s lap. 

Jimin playfully slapped Yoongi on the ass as they traded places, and Yoongi swatted at his arm. Jeongguk snorted watching them, but the amused look on his face faded as Jimin slipped off his blazer, tossing it carelessly to the ground. 

“By the way,” Jimin mentioned offhandedly, trailing a hand down Jeongguk’s abdomen. “We can skip the condoms if you guys want. Since we’re all clean and everything.”

Jeongguk let out a choked sound at that, nodding vacantly up at Jimin in response, and then Jimin swooped down for a kiss.

Yoongi’s attention was shortly caught by Taehyung curling fingers around his waist and nudging him a little closer. Taehyung’s shirt was fully unbuttoned at this point, showing off his smooth, soft stomach. He reclined comfortably on his elbow, watching Yoongi move closer with a small smile. 

“You’re cute,” Taehyung noted, eyes meeting Yoongi’s. 

“So I keep hearing,” Yoongi quipped back, settling down onto the bed next to Taehyung. 

Not one to mince words, Yoongi cupped the side of Taehyung’s face and leaned in close enough that he could smell something soft and floral on Taehyung’s skin. Then their lips met, soft and warm. It was lighter this time, teasing. Taehyung drew little circles into Yoongi’s waist with his thumb, and Yoongi pressed closer, enjoying the contact. 

At the familiar sound of Jimin’s breath hitching, though, Yoongi glanced over and saw Jeongguk had his hand shoved down the front of Jimin’s pants. Jimin’s legs were splayed, his head canted back, as Jeongguk mouthed underneath his jawline. It was really -

"Hot," Taehyung mumbled before Yoongi could say anything.

"Yeah," Yoongi breathed in agreement as Jeongguk leaned back and began helping Jimin out of his pants. "You like to watch?" he asked, glancing pointedly down at where Taehyung was beginning to tent the crotch of his loose khaki pants.

"I'm starting to think so,” Taehyung replied, grinning. Then he hooked a finger in the ring hanging from Yoongi’s choker and tugged, drawing Yoongi back in to focus on Taehyung. “But not so much that I don’t want to play with you.”

Yoongi grinned. Finally, he gave into the urge that had been tickling at the back of his mind for the last couple of hours and leaned in to lick at the golden skin stretched over Taehyung's collarbones and upper chest. As the salt of his sweat burst over Yoongi's tongue, Taehyung hummed in pleasure, spreading his legs to make space for Yoongi to settle between them.

Yoongi couldn't help but pause to admire the way the fabric of Taehyung's loose khakis was pulled taut over his thighs and crotch. But when Taehyung gently tugged down on his choker yet again, Yoongi acquiesced, pushing aside the open shirt to swirl his tongue around Taehyung's dark brown nipple. Taehyung's head fell back on a groan, and Yoongi began fumbling at the catch of Taehyung's pants. 

He was momentarily distracted when he caught sight of Jeongguk, now fully nude, being jerked off by Jimin, wet and messy. Jimin noticed Yoongi's attention and grinned, nodding towards the half-empty bottle of lube on the bed between them. "Need that?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow and, besides his ruffled hair, seeming altogether unfazed by Jeongguk's squirming underneath him. 

Yoongi snorted. "No, not just yet."

He turned back to Taehyung, who was patiently leaning on his elbows and watching Yoongi with dark eyes. Yoongi proceeded to move his kisses down Taehyung's abdomen - softer and less defined than Jimin's or Jeongguk's, but still beautiful - until he reached Taehyung's groin. His erection was pushing against the thin fabric of his boxers, and Yoongi didn't hesitate to tug both the pants and the underwear down to reveal Taehyung's cock.

Instantly, saliva pooled in Yoongi's mouth. Taehyung was - generously endowed, to say the least. Definitely the biggest in the room, at any rate, and the head was flushed an attractive pink. 

"Like what you see?" Taehyung asked, one manicured eyebrow raised. 

In lieu of responding, Yoongi leaned down to tongue around the head, eliciting a full-body shiver from Taehyung. Unlike when he'd held Jimin's hips down and sucked him off on their couch earlier, Yoongi could immediately taste the musk and sweat of someone who hadn't showered minutes prior. At the mental reminder that only hours ago, he'd had Jimin's dick in his mouth, Yoongi felt himself twitch in his own pants.

Taehyung looked down at Yoongi and groaned in frustration when their eyes met as Yoongi merely continued to tease at the head, pursing his lips and kissing the slit. Even as a bead of precome beaded at the tip, Taehyung furrowed his brows and begged under his breath, "Yoongi-ssi, please…"

Yoongi shivered momentarily to see such a beautiful man begging for his mercy. He almost wanted to draw it out, but in all honesty, he was probably as desperate to get Taehyung's cock in his mouth properly as Taehyung himself was. So Yoongi quit his teasing and slid his mouth slowly but surely over Taehyung's warm length, bracing himself with one arm against the other man's thigh. 

" Fuck ," Taehyung hissed through his teeth, his pretty dark-blue fingernails clawing against the bedsheets. "Yeah, that's good, fuck yeah."

It had been a while since Yoongi had deepthroated anyone, as Jimin was a bit too small for it. Taehyung didn't have quite as much of a monster between his legs as Kim fucking Namjoon, who loved to see Yoongi choking on his dick, but as it had been a few months since their last time hooking up with the other guys, Yoongi was being plenty challenged by Taehyung's size. 

Before long, Taehyung's head had popped into Yoongi's throat, thick and oppressive. Yoongi struggled to breathe comfortably around the heft of it at first, but when the urge to gag receded, he began sliding up and down, wiggling his tongue stud against the pulsing veins he could feel on the underside. 

Taehyung was making quite a lot of noise at that point, his low voice groaning out garbled words. His hips were incredibly tense like he was holding himself back, but before Yoongi could pull off to say anything, Jimin had appeared at Taehyung's side, seemingly amused. 

"Don't worry, Taehyungie," Jimin commented, carding his little fingers through Yoongi's hair to push it away from his face. "He likes it when you fuck his face. You don't have to hold back."

Taehyung visibly swallowed, eyes flicking up to something behind Yoongi for a moment, and Yoongi flinched slightly when unseen hands behind him began to slip his suit pants off. He realized that it was Jeongguk when the man made a breathy sound of appreciation upon realizing that Yoongi had gone commando, smoothing his hands over Yoongi's bare ass. 

"Are you sure?" Taehyung asked, looking down at Yoongi with obvious want. It took him a moment to recall what he was being asked about, exactly, distracted as he was by Jeongguk’s wandering hands.

Carefully, Yoongi nodded, eyebrows knitting together when Jeongguk spread his cheeks and rubbed a dry finger over his asshole. Fuck. It was getting hard to focus. 

Fortunately, he didn't need to focus much after that, because Taehyung took his approval to heart. He sat up properly, anchoring himself to the mattress with his elbows, and began to rock his hips into Yoongi's mouth. He was gentle at first, but he quickly seemed to discard his reservations, fucking Yoongi's throat hard and fast enough that saliva was getting everywhere, Yoongi's nose was being repeatedly smashed against Taehyung's groin, and Yoongi couldn't see Jimin or the bedroom or anything other than the coarse, trimmed hair at the base of Taehyung's cock. Huffing through his nose and trying not to choke as Taehyung used his mouth and throat like a toy, the repeated slick-tight sound of Taehyung’s dick making home there filling the room, Yoongi squirmed his hand underneath himself to grab at his own dick, unbelievably aroused. He couldn't even bother being embarrassed when he realized he had been dripping pre-come onto the bed, his mind was so foggy.

"Fucking - " Taehyung shoved his hips up one more time and held there, Yoongi's throat spasming around him. "Okay, okay, stop."

Yoongi pulled back with a wet slurp, his own spit and Taehyung's pre-come wet on his cheeks. With a perfunctory kiss to the head of Taehyung's dick, he asked, voice wrecked as he looked up through teary eyelashes, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, definitely," Taehyung replied with a lopsided smile, sitting up and running a shaky hand through Yoongi's hair in a parody of what Jimin had done."I just don't wanna come in your mouth. Turn around."

Yoongi did, and he was immediately faced with the sight of Jimin, reclining on the bed and petting Jeongguk’s head while Jeongguk pressed a finger slowly inside of him. 

“Mm,” Jimin exhaled, tilting his head to the side to look at Yoongi with a lazy smile. “Come here, baby.”

Obediently, Yoongi crawled to Jimin, finally casting off his shirt as he went, and leaned in so that their lips would meet. It was slick, dirty, a little bitter with the taste of Taehyung’s pre-come. When Jimin slipped his tongue into Yoongi’s mouth and undoubtedly got a sharp taste of Taehyung, Yoongi shivered at the thought. The sultry, familiar way Jimin kissed helped ground Yoongi in the present, and he sighed a little bit when his partner cupped his cheek and trailed fingers behind his ear. Eventually, Jimin pulled back, looking decidedly flushed, and looked behind Yoongi. 

“Ready for Taehyungie to prep you, hyung?” Jimin asked, and Yoongi nodded, just in time for Taehyung to slide a lube-slick finger between his cheeks. 

“Mm, fuck, ” Yoongi immediately groaned as Taehyung pressed his first finger in, gritting his teeth just a little. It was a little fast, given that he hadn’t been fucked in the ass in over a week, but fortunately Yoongi enjoyed the initial stretch and burn. Regardless, Taehyung’s fingers, while longer than he was used to, were quite slim; the discomfort faded very quickly and eased into a sliding, raw friction. 

Taehyung seemed to notice quickly when Yoongi began leaning back in to meet his thrusts; he immediately began pressing at Yoongi’s ass with a second finger. Yoongi let out a low sigh when both fingers slid home, letting his head fall down between his shoulders. Jimin didn’t like that, though, slipping his own fingers under Yoongi’s chin and tilting him up for another rough kiss. 

Yoongi couldn’t help but whine into the kiss a little as Jimin reached down to flick at his nipple, the sudden stimulation causing him to clench tight around Taehyung’s fingers for a moment.

“Mm,” Taehyung hummed approvingly, smoothing his other hand over Yoongi’s ass cheek. “Look how well he’s taking me, Jeonggukkie. Squeezing me so tight even when it’s just my fingers.”

With effort, Yoongi turned his head away from Jimin to glance down at Jeongguk. The younger man had three fingers deep inside of Jimin, whose dick was flushed a ruddy pink and rock-hard against his stomach at this point, but he had turned to meet Taehyung’s lips. They kissed even as Taehyung spread his fingers inside Yoongi, carving out a space for himself. 

“I’m ready,” Jimin suddenly said, prompting Taehyung and Jeongguk to break apart with a slick sound. “Lay back, Jeonggukie.”

Jeongguk acquiesced, trading places with Jimin so that he could recline against the pillows. At the same time, Taehyung pulled out, causing Yoongi to make a small sound of disappointment, but when Jeongguk quietly said, “Yoongi-ssi?” he looked up.

Jeongguk’s cheeks were flushed pink, his eyes unfocused, and his arms were bent above his head against the pillow with his fingers flexing idly. “Would you…um, hold my hands down? And give me a kiss?”

“Yeah, Yoongi-ssi,” Taehyung chirped from nearby. “He likes it. And I’ll take care of Jiminie up here, okay?”

Yoongi watched as Jimin climbed astride Jeongguk’s hips, thighs tensed as he faced away from Jeongguk and Yoongi. Taehyung gripped Jeongguk’s dick in one lubed hand, giving it a few cursory jerks, and the flare of Jimin’s hip in the other. The whole room seemed to hold its breath as Jimin lowered his hips, and Yoongi swallowed drily. Slowly but surely, the plush, generous ass of his partner of eight years was speared open by Jeongguk’s dick. Everyone seemed to let out a little exhale when the head popped inside, except Jeongguk himself, who let out a noise like he’d been punched in the face.

It had been a while since he’d had this view, and Yoongi was momentarily distracted by sheer art that was Jimin’s body. He had his arms draped over Taehyung’s shoulders, head tipped back and eyebrows knitted together, as he slid down the remaining inches of Jeongguk’s cock until he was seated fully in the younger man’s lap. His back muscles were twitching with tension, the round fullness of his ass trembled with strain, and his thighs were spread obscenely wide over Jeongguk’s pelvis in what was undoubtedly a tough stretch. Jimin was as beautiful and in control as ever, and Yoongi loved him.

When Taehyung leaned in for a kiss from Jimin and Jimin began to rock up and down on Jeongguk’s cock, Yoongi finally turned back to Jeongguk and granted his wish. He pressed the younger man’s wrists down into the bed and leaned in to swallow his soft little grunts with a kiss.

It was easy to get lost in kissing Jeongguk, even with the slightly awkward jostling as Jimin found a rhythm in his riding. Jeongguk was very sweet, so pliant and willing to take whatever was given to him. He let Yoongi move between sucking his bottom lip and slipping his tongue inside to explore his mouth without protest. He let out a little whimper and pushed a bit against Yoongi’s grip when Yoongi sunk his teeth into his lower lip, but he stayed put. Eventually, Yoongi decided to shift so that Jeongguk’s hands were held down by one of his forearms so that he could free one hand, and he took advantage of that to fondle Jeongguk’s truly ridiculous chest. 

“You like having your nipples played with, Jeongguk-ssi?” Yoongi asked as he trailed a finger over his collarbone, and Jeongguk nodded foggily. So Yoongi leaned down and began to rub one with his thumb while flicking at the other with his tongue piercing. That got a reaction, as Jeongguk suddenly flexed his abs and rocked his hips upwards, upsetting Jimin’s rhythm. 

“Shit,” Jimin gasped out, his voice high and breathy, and Taehyung let out a low little laugh. 

Yoongi diligently continued, somewhat hell-bent on getting Jeongguk to lose control. He loved the way Jeongguk would let out a high little yelp when Yoongi sunk his teeth in, only to let his mouth fall open on a sigh when Yoongi would soothe the bite with his tongue. Before long, his neck was strianing, head tilted back into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut tight as he bared his teeth. 

“Taehyung,” he gritted out. “I’m getting close, fuck. ”

“Oh!” Taehyung suddenly appeared on Jeongguk’s left, scritching at Yoongi’s scalp. Yoongi lifted his head up, a string of saliva still connecting the tip of his tongue to Jeongguk’s swollen brown nipple. “I like to see his face when he comes. Trade places?”

Yoongi smiled a little and moved away, allowing Taehyung to lean over his husband and kiss him one more time. In the meantime, Yoongi moved around to wiggle between Jeongguk’s and Jimin’s spread legs, sliding his forearms under their thighs to bring his face near Jimin’s bobbing dick. 

“You wanna suck my dick, baby?” Jimin asked, reaching down to card fingers through Yoongi’s hair. When Yoongi nodded, parting his lips, Jimin yanked hard, forcing Yoongi’s face closer. Yoongi gladly took Jimin’s cock into his mouth, holding still as Jimin rocked back and forth with vigor, clearly close to finishing. 

“Look at me, jagiya,” Jimin insisted with a sharp tug. Yoongi tried to keep his eyes up on Jimin’s face, but the jostling of Jimin and Jeongguk’s bodies as Jimin’s thick cock filled his mouth had his eyelashes repeatedly falling shut. And whenever that happened, Jimin would give him a little smack on the cheek. After a few rounds of this, Yoongi’s cheek was smarting from all the slaps, and Jimin was pulling out. Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut, fortunately, just in time for Jimin to come all over his face, warm fluid spilling onto his hot cheeks. “Fuck,” Jimin grunted out, voice rough.

Jeongguk followed quickly behind, nearly unseating Jimin with how his hips suddenly bucked out of control. After a few moments, he stilled, and Yoongi could hear Taehyung quietly saying soft things to Jeongguk in the background as Yoongi rested his head on Jimin’s hip and enjoyed the feeling of his partner gently combing fingers through his hair. 

Eventually, Jimin shifted uncomfortably, and Yoongi backed off so that he could climb off of Jeongguk, whose softening dick awkwardly slipped out of him, followed by a few drops of come. Yoongi felt his own dick twitch at the sight. At this point, even as happy as he was to see Jimin having gotten off, Yoongi was as hard as diamond and itching to have his own turn. Jimin grinned when he looked at Yoongi, clearly able to tell what he was thinking. 

“Alright, Taehyung-ah,” Jimin called, getting Taehyung’s attention. “Are you ready to return the favor and treat my hyung right?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Taehyung replied with a raised eyebrow, and for what felt like the tenth time, they rearranged their positions on the bed. When all was said and done, Yoongi was on his elbows, bent over the side of the bed with Jimin and Jeongguk laying on their stomachs nearby.

Taehyung hiked Yoongi’s hips up and pressed two slick fingers inside, testing. “You - “ Yoongi started and immediately stopped to clear his throat, his voice sounding fucked-out and rough. “You can do three.”

“Sounds good,” Taehyung said, a smile clear in his voice, and pressed a third in. Cursorily, he finished up stretching Yoongi’s ass until Yoongi gave him the okay, and then he uncaringly wiped his fingers off on his own bedsheets. 

Jimin watched neutrally, trailing a finger over Yoongi’s still-warm cheekbone, and Jeongguk looked on too, seemingly still in a daze.

Then, Yoongi felt the sudden pressure of Taehyung’s dick at his entrance. The pressure grew and grew until seemingly miraculously, the head popped inside. With admirable control of his body, Taehyung continued pressing forward at exactly the same pace until his hips were flush against Yoongi’s ass. Yoongi forced his body to relax around the intrusion; even knowing how big Taehyung was in reality, he felt huge inside Yoongi’s ass. Eventually, Yoongi felt settled, and he rocked forward a bit, moaning at the flash of pleasure that came when the head of Taehyung’s cock skated over his prostate. But Taehyung gripped Yoongi by his hips as an anchor, stilling him, and pulled back slowly until just the head was inside. Then he pushed back in, still with that measured tempo and level of force. He repeated that over and over until Yoongi was squirming, the teasing brushes against his prostate working him up without really giving him what he wanted.

“T-Taehyung, fuck, ” Yoongi groaned out, his forehead falling onto the bed. “ Please move faster.” 

“Cute,” Taehyung said. “But no.”

And he didn’t. But he moved harder, suddenly, adding a brutal burst of force at the end of each thrust that knocked Yoongi off of his toes each time, and that certainly helped. Thick, tight pleasure began to twist low in his stomach.

“Try giving him a spank,” Jimin suggested in a soft, fond tone, running fingers through Yoongi’s hair again. Jeongguk moved closer, interest bright in his eyes as he watched his husband fuck Yoongi into the mattress. Jimin continued, “He’s really into that.”

Taehyung laughed, but the next time he pulled out, he gave Yoongi’s right ass cheek a sharp slap that rang out around the room. The bright pain was quickly muddled by warm pleasure as Taehyung slid back home once again, and Yoongi let out a muffled yell, his face pressed hard into the bed and fingers clutching tight to the bedsheets. The next time he pulled out, Taehyung’s palm cracked against his skin again, but on the left cheek this time, and Yoongi knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. 

The vicious yanking back and forth between pain and pleasure had Yoongi’s focus narrowing, narrowing until he could only feel the smack of Taehyung’s hips against his stinging ass, the jolt of each new spanking against the asscheeks, the now ruthless stimulation of his prostate, and the rubbing of his own dick against the bedsheets - which was not quite enough - just not enough - justenough - 

And like lightning had struck, Yoongi was coming so hard that the fluid splattered up his chest and neck, shouting into the sheets, toes curling so hard that one of his feet cramped up, and full-body shivering through the orgasm. Taehyung let out a low sound and kept his pace consistent all the way through, until Yoongi was squirming against the overwrought sensation. 

“Wait, wait,” Taehyung grunted out, “I’m so close, I’m - “

He suddenly made a handful of chaotic thrusts into Yoongi’s ass, pounding hard and fast in a way he’d refused to do the whole time, and then stilled, his hips pressed tight against Yoongi as he let out a long groan. Yoongi moaned weakly, turning his head up to look at Jimin, who was looking down at Yoongi with a pleased smirk. Taehyung stayed there for a while longer, giving a few lazy thrusts that made obscenely wet noises as Yoongi trembled with oversensitivity, before pulling out with a slick pop. 

“Shit, that was really hot,” Jeongguk suddenly said after a few moments of silence, and when Yoongi turned to look at him, his expression was slack with surprise. “Fuck.”

“Alright, get up here, cutie,” Jimin said, and together he and Jeongguk helped Yoongi onto the bed so that he could lie down properly. 

“ Fuck is right,” Yoongi sighed out, trying not to immediately fall asleep. “Can I get like a Kleenex or something? I think I’m covered in all of our fluids.”

As Taehyung also fell onto the bed face-first, Jeongguk nodded vigorously and got up to go through a nearby doorway. There was the sound of running water, and then Jeongguk returned with a damp washcloth. For a few minutes, the only sound was of slowing breaths and the quiet rasp of cloth as Jimin and Yoongi helped each other clean up and Jeongguk and Taehyung did the same. 

“Well, you two are welcome to spend the night,” Taehyung said into the silence a few minutes later. “I’m not sure we can all quite fit on here without someone falling off, but we can try it.”

Jimin looked at Yoongi with a raised eyebrow, and Yoongi shrugged. “I mean, I would love not to have to drive home, seeing as how my legs aren’t currently working.”

Everyone laughed at that, even though Yoongi was being pretty truthful, and then - after Jeongguk had replaced the bedding with a slightly crinkled nose - they all sandwiched together on the bed. Taehyung was on one side, Jeongguk squeezed in front of him and face-to-face with Yoongi, and Jimin was spooning Yoongi from behind on the other side. It was a little snug, but it was pretty nice. 

Taehyung reached behind himself to turn off the lamp on the bedside table, and with a faint click the four of them were in the dark. 

“Love you,” Jimin whispered into Yoongi’s ear, and Yoongi threaded their fingers together where they were resting on his stomach in response. 

The next morning, Jimin and Yoongi took a quick shower together after a mussed and unfairly gorgeous Taehyung brought them some spare body wash. Jeongguk apparently slept like the dead, not moving at all even as everyone else got out of bed.

Yoongi grimaced as he shrugged back into the clothes from the previous night next to Jimin in the bathroom, and then he proceeded to roll his eyes when he caught sight of his boyfriend fluffing up his hair and eyeing himself in the slightly foggy mirror. Even doing a walk of shame and wearing day-old clothes after fucking all night, Jimin managed to look like he was headed home from a photoshoot. 

Jimin caught him staring and pouted jokingly. “Something on my face?”

Yoongi pushed a palm into his face, saying in a deadpan tone, “Go away.”

Jimin giggled, reaching around Yoongi’s arm to tug him in close and kiss him on the cheek near his ear. “Ready to go home, jagiya?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi sighed back. “I’m gonna need a fucking massage and hot bath after taking that monster.”

Jimin snorted and knocked their foreheads together, eyes squeezing shut as he laughed. “You’re just getting old, baby.”

“Yeah, okay, find your own ride home,” Yoongi snarked, pulling away and heading back out into the bedroom, Jimin’s laughter trailing behind him.

He was ready to go home, though. It had been a lot of fun, but the night had also mercilessly drained all of Yoongi’s capacity for social interaction. He was probably going to need to spend a full day sitting in near-silence and looking over the books for his shop to recover. Yoongi spared a glance for Jeongguk still curled up on the bed below the lewd painting of himself, his dark hair poking out from the blanket burrito he’d wrapped himself in. He could also hear Taehyung puttering around in the closet at the other end of the bedroom, humming quietly as he did so. It reminded him eerily of returning home to Jimin doing the same thing just the previous night, and a smile twitched at his lips.

After grabbing his phone from the nightstand closer to the bathroom, Yoongi wandered out into the hallway in search of his car keys, expecting that Jimin would be following shortly behind. He slipped on his shoes, pocketed his key ring, and idly checked his notifications. He snorted when he saw that Hoseok had been spamming him with photos of Namjoon and Seokjin curled up together in bed.

“Coffee? Tea?” Yoongi looked up to see Taehyung walking into the kitchen, clad in a silky-looking robe and nothing else. As expected, he looked like he had also rolled off the pages of a magazine as he ran a hand through his cotton candy-colored hair, and Jimin was following behind him, tucking his phone into his pocket as he did so. 

“No, I’m alright,” Yoongi replied with a weak smile. “We should get home.”

Taehyung nodded easily enough as he brushed by Yoongi, opening the fridge to pull out what looked like a carton of chocolate milk. It was surreal and weirdly endearing to see the grown-ass man - who had mere hours ago given him dick so good that his foot had gotten a cramp - screw off the cap from a carton of Lotte brand chocolate milk and take a swig before giving them a smile. “Okay! Well, it was lovely to meet you both. Sorry about Gukkie, he sleeps like a very, very heavy rock.”

“No worries,” Jimin chirped. He walked up to Taehyung and gave him a peck on the cheek, which was immediately returned with a noisy kiss on the nose from Taehyung. Jimin giggled and swatted him on the shoulder before heading over to get his shoes from by the door. 

Then Taehyung turned to Yoongi, one perfect eyebrow arched. “Do I get a kiss from you too?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and stepped forward despite himself, leaning up with his lips pursed for a kiss on the cheek, but at the last moment, Taehyung cupped the back of his head and turned so that their lips met. When Yoongi’s lips parted in surprise, a laugh rumbled in Taehyung’s chest as he swept his tongue inside Yoongi’s mouth. It was - sweet. Taehyung finished it off with a little peck and then leaned back with a smirk and a lick of his lips. “Thanks.”

What a menace.

Yoongi and Jimin left after that, Taehyung waving goodbye to them before shutting and locking the front door behind them.

On the way down to the car, Jimin asked, “So, did you have fun?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi said on an exhale, turning a small smile on his boyfriend. “They’re hot and good at sex. A rare combination.”

Jimin cackled at that, opening the passenger-side door of their sedan. “Oh God, that’s so true! Remember that model friend of Jin-hyung’s who was a horrible kisser? Ugh, it’s like hot people think they can get away with having no game.”

“You know, it’s kind of annoying hearing that from you, a hot person with game,” Yoongi complained, and that got more bubbly laughter from Jimin. 

“What do you want me to say? I’m gifted,” Jimin said with a shrug. Then, after a short silence, he popped the question. “Would you see them again?”

Yoongi rolled that thought over in his mind as he reversed out of their driveway. Usually they only saw people once, whether it be because of a mediocre experience or because the people were tourists who didn’t plan on coming back to Seoul anytime soon. Seokjin, Hoseok, and Namjoon were an exception to that rule, but the five of them had been friends for years before entering that new territory in their relationship. Jeongguk and Taehyung were friends with Namjoon, which made it likely that they would cross paths again. That could make things awkward. But on the other hand, they were really hot and good at sex, which - again - was a rare combination. Yoongi still wanted to see Jeongguk’s eyes looking up at him, tearing up as he tried to swallow Yoongi’s cock. The idea of Jimin spreading Taehyung’s lean legs and pressing inside was also a nice one… Then again, it was possible that the fun had been one-sided; Yoongi had certainly been in situations where the people who shared their bed had a lot more fun than he and Jimin himself had.

“Mm,” Yoongi hummed noncommittally after a few moments. “Maybe. Not sure yet.”

“Well, I got Taehyung’s number,” Jimin said, a smug tone to his voice. “And he says he’d bottom for you next time, if you wanted.”

Yoongi couldn’t help the way his cheeks immediately heated up in response, and he snapped, “We literally just left, Jeongguk is still dead to the world, and you two are already talking about fucking?”

“Good dick waits for no man, Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin teased, and Yoongi slapped at Jimin’s thigh as his endearingly high-pitched laughter filled the car. 

Instead of returning the slap, Jimin grabbed Yoongi’s hand, pressed a kiss to his knuckles, and then held it captive. Despite himself, Yoongi smiled a tiny bit and refocused on his driving, turning his attention to the road that would take them back home.