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they stumble into the room, a mess of kisses and limbs scrambling to touch, to feel each other more. yoongi pushes taehyung back against the wall and crashes their lips together, pulling apart briefly to pull his own shirt off in a fluid movement before reconnecting their lips.
taehyung is a moaning mess under yoongi, the way the older’s tongue licks into his mouth and his fingers touching just the right spots that gets taehyung losing control. they’ve always said rappers are particularly skilled with their tongues, and taehyung is proud to say that he has first hand experience.
the thought has heat coiling in his stomach and he pushes weakly at yoongi’s shoulders. yoongi gets the hint and tugs taehyung off the wall, roughly pushing him onto the bed and immediately attaching his lips to taehyung’s collarbones, sucking and biting and marking his way down, just the way taehyung likes it.
by the time yoongi reaches just above the waistline of his pants, all taehyung can think about is having yoongi’s pretty lips around his cock, fuck.
“hyung, please,” taehyung whimpers, wiggling his hips to get yoongi to hurry up. yoongi stops his work of kissing around taehyung’s tummy to look up, smiling that sinful smile, and taehyung can feel his cheeks heating up again when he lets out an involuntary whine.
“alright, baby.” yoongi says, his voice laced with want as he stands up at the end of the bed, hands brushing down the length of taehyung’s legs and down to his ankles. he pulls gently at the high top converse taehyung is wearing, and taehyung briefly wonders if it was a wrong idea to wear these shoes.
his left shoe is taken off quickly and tossed to the side, and yoongi moves to start pulling off the other. a few seconds filled with their loud breathing pass, and with each tug and grunt yoongi gives, taehyung can feel the heat of the atmosphere from before slowly dissipating.
"can't get it off," yoongi mutters, tugging at the converse. taehyung laughs breathily, hooking his other leg around yoongi's waist before gently kicking him to the side.
"it's easy, hyung," taehyung says, his left foot assisting his right in kicking the shoe off, "just– oh my god.”
the shoe successfully flies off and hits yoongi square in the back of his head. taehyung scrambles up in a fit of laughter and hugs his head. "oh my god, hyung, oh my god, i'm so sorry.”
yoongi doesn’t move until taehyung’s giggling ceases.
“i fucking hate converse.” he growls and pushes taehyung back against the bed and just like that, the heat returns to taehyung’s stomach.
“but you wear it all the time, hyung.” taehyung grins, pulling yoongi on top of him and pressing their lips together in an open mouthed kiss.
“shut up.”