Summary: Taehyung discovers Yoongi's love for lace and uses it to his advantage.

Dom: Yoongi
Sub: Taehyung

Word Count: 3,836

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Pressed closely against Yoongi's shoulder, Taehyung felt restless.

The black and white movie– which was one of Taehyung's usual favorites– had become not nearly as entertaining as it usually was.

He and Yoongi had been watching the movie on the couch together alone at Jin and Yoongi's shared apartment, Jin having left to Namjoon's place almost an hour ago.

Probably to fuck Taehyung thinks with pouted lips.

They still haven't fucked. They being he and Yoongi.

Granted it's not like Yoongi isn't affectionate in other ways.

He never complains when the younger hangs off of him, always willing to hug Taehyung without hesitation and laces his fingers easily with Taehyung's whenever the younger man reaches for his boyfriend.

He gives Taehyung more cuddles then he could ever ask for and kisses him often. Taehyung doesn't even have to ask.

Whether they are pecks or deep kisses where Taehyung ends up in his boyfriend's lap or under him with Yoongi hovering above, he gets them freely.

But, even with their steamy make out sessions, they have stayed celibate.

He doesn't know what's holding his boyfriend back but Taehyung is determined to get what he wants tonight.

He even reached out to Jin who was more than willing to let Taehyung in on all of Yoongi's dirty little secrets.

The older has known Yoongi long enough to know nearly everything about him. Even some of his kinks.

He let Tae in on the fact that Yoongi is a sucker for lacey lingerie.

With this information in mind, Taehyung began his search, eventually buying a little something– or a few somethings, rather.

(He may or may not have gotten a bit carried away, scrolling through the site with his credit card number at the ready and a glass or two of wine in his system.)

He doesn't regret any of his purchases though. Not a single one.

He looks hot as fuck if he does say so himself and he really is excited to see Yoongi's reaction.

As soon as he gets up the nerve to do so, he'll strip off the oversized shirt of Yoongi's as well as the loose sweatpants to show him what he bought for him.

To please him and finally get Yoongi to touch him with those sexy hands Taehyung is dying for his boyfriend to run over every inch of his body.

God, he's wanted this for so long and one would think Yoongi would want it to.

Does he not? Is he not as attracted to Taehyung as Taehyung is to him?

Well, that can't be true because Taehyung has felt how hard Yoongi gets from just their kissing so it can't be that... right?

Yoongi notices when Taehyung lets another mildly exasperated huff free.

"What's wrong? Do you not want to finish the movie? Should we find something else to watch?" Yoongi questions gently, already reaching for the remote in preparation to do whatever Taehyung decides.

Remote in hand, Yoongi pauses the movie, turning to Taehyung with a concerned crease between his brows.

"What do you want, baby?"

Taehyung pouts his lips in contemplation as he gazes back at Yoongi.

Yoongi has no idea the inner debate going on in Taehyung's mind about how he will answer that question.

He's probably thinking the younger is just thoroughly thinking through whether to keep watching the movie or do something else.

He would be correct in the assumption that Taehyung is thinking very thoroughly, but it has nothing to do with watching the damn movie and everything to do with whether he wants to come out and ask Yoongi to fuck him or have some shame and just ask him to turn the movie back on while he comes up with a better plan.

You know what? No. Fuck that. Fuck stalling. I've waited long enough.

Taehyung pouts his lips out, eyes narrowing, as he raises himself away from Yoongi.

Letting out a small exhale, he pulls Yoongi in by the collar, stamping his lips on his boyfriend's.

Yoongi's eyes widen but the surprise subsides quickly and he melts into the kiss.

This is what I want Taehyung hums in satisfaction.

Taehyung's hand reaches around to the back of Yoongi's neck, other hand on his shoulder, pulling him in to deepen the kiss.

Yoongi groans into his mouth when Taehyung nibbles on his lip. He slides his hands up Taehyung's sides, placing his hands on the younger's hips to guide him onto his lap as they make-out, tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths with ease and familiarity.

They go at it for a while longer, chests heaving, Taehyung grinding his hips down into Yoongi's, before Yoongi pulls away for air.

"Tae, baby," he pants, breath fanning Taehyung's lips, "What's gotten into you?"

"We haven't fucked." He says bluntly, all hesitation about expressing exactly what he wants out the window, his thoughts being too clouded with arousal to filter his words.

Yoongi quirks an amused brow. "Oh? So you're ready for me to fuck you, huh."

"Duh!" Taehyung whines, fisting his hands in Yoongi's shirt.

"All you had to do was ask, baby. I've just been waiting for you to be ready." Yoongi brings a hands up to Taehyung's face, gently cupping his chin as he runs his thumb across Taehyung's bottom lip, flickering his eyes between Taehyung's glittering chocolate orbs and his lips.

He leans forward, pecking his lip lightly after voicing lowly, "I didn't want you to feel pressured is all."

"I'm ready and I want to. So badly," he whines. "I want you."

Taehyung then leans forward, slotting his lips with Yoongi's in a languid kiss.

"I even got a surprise for you." He smiles after pulling away, a smirk on his lips as he watches Yoongi chase after his lips.

He pulls his hands away from Yoongi's body, dropping them to the hem of his shirt where he toys with the fabric.

He watches Yoongi with hooded eyes, asking breathily, "Do you want to see what's under this?"

Yoongi sucks in a sharp breath. He's at a loss for words as he looks back at Taehyung, nodding all too quickly as his heart rate spikes even more.

Taehyung grins back at him before moving to stand up from the couch, pulling Yoongi up with him.

He tugs the older in, placing a hand on the back of his neck for another sultry kiss before breaking away and leading him to Yoongi's bedroom.

Pushing Yoongi onto the bed, Taehyung takes a step away.

Not tearing their heated stares apart, Taehyung hooks his thumbs in the waistbands of his pants before lowering them slowly.

The fabric pools at his feet easily, slipping right over the thin fabric of his stockings as they drop to the floor.

He looks down momentarily to step out of the pants and when he looks back up, he dawns a smug smile upon seeing Yoongi's expression.

He looks as though he could start drooling at any moment. His eyes are scanning Taehyung's legs rapidly.

Taehyung watches intently– proud smirk still in place– as he slowly, teasingly, toys with the hem of his shirt before lifting it over his head to reveal the rest of his outfit.

Yoongi's jaw drops– brain clearly short circuiting– as he gawks at Taehyung, looking to be attempting to commit to memory the sight in front of him.

Yoongi honestly doesn't know where to look first; the lacey panties that match the garter– onyx black in color– that seem to be straining to keep Taehyung's erection inside, the sheer bralette that he can barely see Taehyung's nipples through or the stockings that are also knitted with black; lace lining the top of each.

Never in his wildest dreams did Yoongi ever anticipate seeing Taehyung like this. In this pretty and fucking perfect looking outfit just for him.

The longer he stares the more his mind is becoming absolutely overrun with the urge to rip the fabric away and run his tongue over every inch of his boyfriend.

Gulping down his dry mouth, Yoongi's eyes finally raise to meet Taehyung's.

The intensity in them make Taehyung let out a squeak of anticipation.

"Come here," Yoongi grounds out.

Taehyung quickly closes the gap to the bed, Yoongi widening his legs which Taehyung steps between easily.

As soon as the younger is within reach, Yoongi's hands are on him. Feeling him. Feeling the fabric on him.

He runs his fingertips up Taehyung's thighs– eliciting sinful whines and whimpers from Taehyung all the while– before running both thumbs over the bows placed just over Taehyung's hips on both sides of the panties.

Yoongi runs a predatory gaze up and down Taehyung's body, jaw clenched tightly as he forces himself to spend time appreciating the outfit fully instead of ripping the fabric off his boyfriend, throwing him onto the bed and proceeding to fuck him raw.

"Fucking hell, Tae." He growls.

He then flattens his hands, sliding both palms up Taehyung's torso to his chest. His fingertips find his hardened nipples just under the surface of the fabric.

Taehyung arches his back into Yoongi's touch as he flicks his sensitive nipples, the moan he lets slip going straight to Yoongi's cock.

Yoongi stands up slowly, not removing his hands from Taehyung's body.

"You are so gorgeous, baby. You bought this all for me?"

Taehyung nods eagerly. "I wanted tonight to be special a-and... I wasn't sure if you really wanted to sleep with me or not..." he says in a more timid voice. "You haven't ever really tried anything before. I wanted to make sure I looked pretty enough for you to want to be with me that way."

Yoongi's eyes soften immediately as he slides his hands around Taehyung's waist to pull him into a hug. "Oh baby, of course I've wanted to sleep with you. I've been thinking about it for weeks, but as I said earlier, I didn't want to pressure you." He leans his forehead against Taehyung's, adding, "I don't recall ever wanting someone so badly. And now that I've seen you in this outfit," Yoongi clicks his tongue, "I could cum right now just looking at you."

"Please don't!" Taehyung speaks up quickly. "Not until after I get what I want!"

"And you're sure." Yoongi inquires in a serious tone. He pulls back from Taehyung to look deeply into his eyes to insure the younger truly is ready.

Taehyung stares back with complete trust and desire.

"Please," he whines, lips pushed into a pout. "I want you so bad."

He knows he sounds desperate, but that's because he is. Desperate and so so needy.

Yoongi pulls him in for another heated kiss.

Without disconnecting their lips, he turns them around so that Taehyung's back is to the bed before laying him down.

He pulls away, walking quickly to his dresser to retrieve some lube and a condom, before going back to the bed, tossing the items on the mattress beside Taehyung.

Taehyung is barely able to hold back a giddy squeal.

It's finally happening!

Taehyung looks back at Yoongi with more urgency, making grabby hands for him.

"Please. Please touch me. I can't wait anymore." He whimpers desperately.

The sound, the neediness in his voice, makes Yoongi groan before he practically leaps onto the bed.

He smashes their mouths together, the kiss more tongue than lips.

Taehyung grips onto his shoulders, slightly dazed as Yoongi pulls away, gasping as he places his forehead against his. They rest for a beat just breathing together.

As Taehyung continues to catch his breath, Yoongi moves on, kissing his cheek and moving down his neck, placing sporadic, wet kisses across the silky smooth surface.

His hands rub down Taehyung's arms, thumbs grazing lightly across his soft skin.

He sucks roughly at Taehyung's neck, Taehyung lets out a whimper as he lifts off, tugging at Yoongi's sleeves.

"Want this off." He demands lowly.

Yoongi nips at his ear. "Hm? What's that, love?"

Taehyung tugs at his collar with an impatient pout, "Your shirt. Take it off."

"Whatever you want, baby." Yoongi leans back, swiftly pulling the shirt off, tossing in a forgotten corner of the room.

Taehyung trails his hands down Yoongi's chest and abdomen before reaching for the button of Yoongi's pants too, but his actions are stopped by a firm hand.

"Uh-uh. Patience, baby." Yoongi lacing their fingers together and presses Taehyung down. "Let me take care of you first."

Taehyung opens his mouth to protest, but ends up gasping instead as Yoongi's hands leave his arms and start running across his chest, grazing his nipples lightly.

"Yoongi-" Taehyung chokes as Yoongi pushes the top up so he can more easily kiss at Taehyung's chest.

Yoongi hums, sucking firmly on one of Taehyung's nipples, the younger jerking at the sensation.

Yoongi mouths at that one until it's swollen and puffy, Taehyung is pleading for more all the while.

"Please, Yoongi," he gasps.

Yoongi pulls off with a devious glint in his eyes as he looks up at a Taehyung.

"Please, what?" He licks the same one again, reveling in the shudder that ripples through Taehyung. "Tell me what you want."

"Want more... Please more." Taehyung begs. "Please." He bucks his hips up, hitting against Yoongi's pelvis slightly.

Yoongi plays dumb. "Oh, I see. You want me to switch sides."

He dives back in with a grin, this time for the other nipple, teeth gently playing with it between flicks of his tongue, and Taehyung's blissful moans filling the air.

"No, no! Want more!" Taehyung lets out a choked gasp, and just like that Yoongi stops.

Taehyung pants, coming down from his high.

Taehyung looks down at Yoongi with a displeased pout at the loss of Yoongi's mouth on him.

Yoongi chuckles lightly, kissing the tip of Taehyung's nose. "Don't worry, I'm not stopping yet."

Then, just like that, Yoongi goes back to kissing the dip of Taehyung's collarbone, trailing down between his nipples, then pressing soft kisses into Taehyung's soft belly, thumbs massaging his sides.

He moves lower at an agonizingly slow pace, pressing his thumbs into the dips of Taehyung's hips.

Taehyung's breath hitches in his throat, as Yoongi sucks a mark right above his pelvis near the lacey edge of the panties. "Are you- Will you-?"

"Want me to suck you off, baby? Would you like that?" Yoongi punctuates his words with licks and harsh sucks through the material of the panties, already soaked with pre-cum. "Bet I could make you cum in your sexy little panties couldn't I. Have you ever cum untouched, love?"

Taehyung practically keens at the words. "Do that. Please."

Yoongi gives a small laugh into Taehyung's stomach. "Yeah? You want that?"

Taehyung nods, expression twisted with desperation.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, love." He answers confidently before proceeding to kiss the tip of Taehyung's cock over his panties before sucking with enough strength to make Taehyung squirm into his mouth, silently asking for more.

His body feels like it could burst into flame at any moment as he watches Yoongi lick his lips before lowering his head, kissing and mouthing at Taehyung's cock which is already at full hardness.

Yoongi's left hand holds Taehyung's hips down, trying to hold Taehyung's shaking legs as his hips move involuntarily for more friction.

With Yoongi's fingers digging into his hips though, Taehyung is unable to do anything but take what he's given.

It doesn't take long for Taehyung to reach his high. He's so riled up already that all Yoongi has to do to make him cum is reach up with his free hand to tug at Taehyung's nipple and he is cumming with a long, loud moan.

"Fuck..." Yoongi breathes out, taking in the look on Taehyung's face. "Look at what a mess you've made."

Yoongi takes his hand off Taehyung's hip to rub at the soaked panties, making Taehyung choke out a sob from the extra stimulation.

"Didn't know you could cum so much, love. And so quickly too."

"No... too sensitive..." Taehyung huffs, attempting to remove Yoongi's hand with his own weak ones.

Yoongi moves, resting his hands on Taehyung's thighs, rubbing circles into the sensitive flesh.

"Let's take these off, baby." Yoongi pulls Taehyung's panties down, slipping them off, leaving Taehyung in the stockings and black-lace garter.

Taehyung's cock is dripping with cum, the sight making Yoongi's mouth water.

Yoongi gets to work, lifting Taehyung's thighs onto his shoulders and pulling him up to lick him clean.

He works quickly and efficiently, sucking Taehyung's entire cock into his mouth, and drinking up all the leftover cum, ignoring Taehyung's whimpers of sensitivity, licking down to his taint to get all the drops.

When he's finished, he lowers Taehyung back down to the bed, letting him catch his breath.

Yoongi grabs the lube from where it was thrown earlier, pouring some of the minty liquid onto his left hand, his fingers slicked with the substance.

He presses two to Taehyung's rim, swiping over it before lifting up the other's legs onto his shoulder, to bring Taehyung's ass closer to his face.

"Yoongi? Wha-?" Taehyung blinks blearily, propping himself onto his elbows slightly as he feels Yoongi's hot breath over his hole.

"Just relax baby, okay. Can you do that for me?" Yoongi replies, voice gentle despite the fire of arousal in his eyes.

Taehyung nods quickly, watching Yoongi flash him a grin before placing a kiss to the juncture between his thigh and ass, and peppering kisses right down to Taehyung's hole.

Taehyung's breath hitches, and when he feels Yoongi's tongue, Taehyung lets out a moan, dropping his head back to the bed.

Yoongi nips at the sensitive skin, licking swipes of lube deeper inside, and when he works a lubed finger in, not taking long to find Taehyung's prostate, his boyfriend is chanting his name, thighs shaking on his shoulders.

His tongue dips in and out, along with a second finger and soon Taehyung is just begging for more, no more of this, give him more.

Yoongi pauses the movement of his mouth to speak, continuing to slide his fingers.

"More? You want more? What's more, baby. Tell me."

Taehyung's almost in tears, especially as he feels Yoongi slide a third finger in and chokes out, "Fu- fuck me, Yoongi!" Another slam to his prostate has the tears falling freely from pleasure. "Please!"

"Oh?" Yoongi continues to finger fuck Taehyung through his breathy sobs and moans.

"Yes, yes. Please, ah- fuck me please!" Taehyung's arm has found its way over his face, hiding it from view as he gasps.

Yoongi chuckles, throaty and deep, as he slides his slick fingers out of Taehyung's hole and smacks his thigh with a little bit of force, Taehyung jolting from the impact and letting out a pleasured groan, not constantly bombarded with sensations anymore.

"Anything for you, baby."

Taehyung's arm drops down from his face to his chest, and he watches as Yoongi slicks up his cock, thick and long, before ripping open the foil with his teeth and sliding on the condom.

Taehyung thinks he could probably come from the sight alone, the anticipation and stimulation already having worked himself up.

"Yoongi, hurry up," he whines, a slight pout on his lips.

"Be a good boy, baby." Yoongi's voice is so husky and low, that Taehyung pipes down immediately.

He'll be good and wait. Especially if Yoongi talks to him with his voice sounding like that.

Yoongi doesn't waste much time, angling himself with Taehyung's hole and pushing in.

Taehyung's tight around him, despite the prep, but there's enough lube to make the slide easy enough.

Yoongi lets out a groan when he finally bottoms out, hips flush with Taehyung's ass.

He stays like that until he hears a tiny voice from Taehyung. "Holy- Fuck!"

Yoongi pauses for a moment until he hears Taehyung whine, "Move, baby. Fuck me already."

He starts thrusting slowly, but soon Taehyung is pleading for him to go faster, and he keeps a steady pace rocking into Taehyung, small gasps passing from his lips as with every thrust.

Taehyung squirms a little on his dick, trying to adjust for the right spot, and when Yoongi finally zones in on his prostate, Taehyung can't help but close his eyes, moaning long and loud.

"T-think you can make me cum untouched?" Taehyung mutters through a break in the kiss they were sharing, pausing in their love making. "I've always wanted to do that."

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. "I know I can," he retorts, picking up his movements again.

"Y-yes! Just like that-! " Taehyung cries out, grabbing onto Yoongi's biceps as he fastens his pace. "Please... Daddy harder!"

Yoongi's last bit of self control snaps at the word, lifting Taehyung's body up into his lap, and bouncing him on his cock like a rag doll.

"Fuck, that was hot."

Taehyung bites his lip, hips still shaking on top of Yoongi.

He hadn't meant to let that slip out, but it did. And loud enough for Yoongi to notice.

Taehyung keeps quiet, only stifled moans leaving his vocal cords.

Yoongi grips Taehyung's chin as he fucks him, pulling it up from where it had dropped to Taehyung's chest so the younger could meet him eyes.

"Don't be quiet now, baby. Daddy wants to hear you. Wants to hear your pretty noises."

Taehyung can't help the long moan that leaves him when Yoongi fucks right up into his sweet spot.

He throws his arms around Yoongi's shoulders holding tight, letting his lull side to side.

Yoongi fucks him so hard, his moan morphing into a choked gasp, body shuddering, as he cums a second time.

Yoongi doesn't hold back for long after that, luckily for Taehyung, whose tears start dripping down his cheeks as he's fucked into oversensitivity, simultaneously wanting to escape the relentless pleasure but also never wanting to leave the comfort of Yoongi's lap.

Yoongi grunts as he cums, hands tightening over the swells of Taehyung's ass as he pulls him tighter to his hips, filling the condom.

Taehyung is so overwhelmed that his arms just fall to hang limply by his sides, his head falling onto Yoongi's shoulder.

They stay there for a bit, resting as Taehyung pecks Yoongi's neck, whispering praises and thank you's.

Yoongi just smiles, arms wrapping around Taehyung's slim waist in a hug.

"I love you so much, Tae. So so much."

"I love you too," Taehyung smiles dopily, unable to lift his head. "Let's shower so we can sleep."

"Are you sure you don't want to finish the movie? Or watch something else?"

Taehyung chuckles tiredly, "Forget the movie. We'll finish it tomorrow."

"Okay baby. Whatever you want." Yoongi smiles fondly, placing a kiss on his boyfriends head. "Whatever you want."