Taehyung moaned softly in his sleep at the scream he heard just moments ago, his eyes slowly fluttering open. He slowly sat up, hearing another shrill outburst as he hastily shoved his blankets aside. He didn't know who the fuck was screaming so close to his room and disturbing his sleep, but he was surely going to bitch someone out.

But when he opened the door, he was met with a purely empty hallway and no open doors. He glanced from side to side, wondering where the screaming might have come from. None of his men would scream, would they?

He slowly walked across the corridor, towards Yoongi's room. He hesitantly placed his hand on Yoongi's doorknob, wondering if it might have been him. But he couldn't be sure as he stood there, pressing his ear to the door to see if he could hear anything more.

Yoongi fought with Jimin's hands, trying to get him to stop touching him inappropriately. He could feel the tears slipping out of his eyes now as the one person he didn't want to think about crossed his mind. He didn't know why he felt he could trust him, or why he was even thinking of him, but he just wanted Jimin to stop. "T- Taehyung," he cried out, hoping the other heard him. "Help m-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Taehyung had already burst through the door, glaring at the two of them. Jimin slowly stood, turning towards Taehyung only to be yanked by the front of his shirt away from Yoongi. Taehyung shoved him forcefully against the wall and delivered a swift punch to Jimin's stomach that he couldn't block in time. "You don't force yourself on the captive," he yelled, glaring down at Jimin, who had doubled over.

Yoongi lay, quivering on the bed as Taehyung glanced over at him. He seemed even smaller than normal, curled up on the king sized bed, shaking and terrified. Taehyung took a deep breath and pointed towards the door aggressively. "Get out. Now."

Jimin quickly scrambled to his feet, holding his arm across his stomach as he briskly left the room and slammed the door behind him. Taehyung sighed deeply in frustration as he turned towards a sobbing Yoongi.

Taehyung gently placed a hand on his head, only for Yoongi to flinch violently at the sudden contact and huddle together more. Taehyung quickly withdrew his hand in an effort to calm the already shaken Yoongi. "Sorry. Sorry. I won't touch you," he stated softly, standing in front of the bed now.

Yoongi slowly stopped shaking, tilting his head to look up at Taehyung with tearful eyes. "Y- you won't touch me...?"

"No... not unless you ask me to," he answered softly, noticing that Yoongi had an erection. He sighed heavily at Jimin's actions, not knowing he was the whole cause of it and pointed toward the door. "There's a bathroom down the hall. You can relieve yourself there," he stated softly, stepping away slightly as Yoongi sat up.

He glanced down at his indiscresion and shook his head softly. He had never liked anything sticky on his hands, or anything that made his hands feel unclean for that matter. "N- no... i- it's gross."

Taehyung tilted his head, scoffing softly. "Masturbating is gross? How is that so? Everyone does it from time to time, even if they say they don't," he stated, slightly offended.

Yoongi shuddered at the word Taehyung had used. He knew what masturbation was, but never did it unless absolutely necessary. He always wore a glove when he did such things as well. "I-It's filthy... A- And I don't l- like getting my hands dirty that... I... I just can't do it without gloves," he whined, realizing it was hurting more with Taehyung slowly kneeling down in front of the bed.

"There should be gloves around here somewhere then," Taehyung stated, looking under the bed and in the bedside drawer. 

Yoongi didn't know why his cock twitched at the look Taehyung gave him when he mentioned gloves, but the other was being so kind to him at the moment. And Taehyung had saved him after he called out for him. He bit his lip as he looked at Taehyung rummaging through the bedside table. 

Taehyung had already stated that he wouldn't touch Yoongi unless asked. But how was he supposed to ask such a thing? He whimpered softly, gaining Taehyung's attention once more.

Taehyung looked slightly sympathetic as he sighed softly. "I'll go look for gloves in my room, okay," he stated, slowly standing up. But he stopped when a small tug at the cuff of his suit jacket caught his attention. He looked down to see Yoongi's small hand holding onto his sleeve and looked over into Yoongi's big, watery and pleading eyes.

"W- wi- will y-" he cut his sentence off, shaking his head in embarrassment. His cheeks were flushed now as he tried once again, but still couldn't manage to get his question out properly.

Taehyung chuckled softly as he turned towards Yoongi fully. "You want me to help you," he asked, tilting his head. He was going to wait for Yoongi to answer him before he even moved closer to the other male. 

Yoongi whimpered softly, nodding his head at Taehyung's question. He looked up to see a soft smile on Taehyung's face and his eyes widened. He'd never seen anything so beautiful before as Taehyung nodded. "Alright then," he whispered softly, gently lowering Yoongi back onto the bed.

He climbed up onto the bed with Yoongi, his hands shaking slightly. Not only because Yoongi was such a small male, but also because of what Hoseok had told him earlier. He'd already made Hoseok jealous just by the sight of another male in his compound. Now, he was asked to touch another male. Hoseok would have his head, if he ever found out.

From time to time, Jimin helped him out whenever he was far too busy or stressed to even want to think about masturbating. But he never touched Jimin in that way. He'd never once touched another man because of Hoseok. The jealousy and rage the other would feel just from knowing someone else's mouth had pleasured him would be catastrophic for anyone in his way. But Taehyung touching or pleasuring another man besides Hoseok could cost a few people their lives, if not his entire gang.

Yoongi noticed that he wasn't the only one who was shaking, but his was not out of fear anymore. He felt he could trust Taehyung now, especially since Taehyung had saved him from unwanted physical contact. He just couldn't hold back the pain that was building up, his cock slowly turning an unhealthy red color at the tip. He whimpered softly once more, gaining Taehyung's full attention once again.

Taehyung steadied his hand before gently wrapping it around Yoongi's cock. He gave one slow yet firm stroke and gained a reaction he'd never seen before. Yoongi's entire body jolted in pure ecstasy, his eyes and mouth both open wide with his eyes still full of tears as he cried out beautifully and lustrous. His small hands gripped Taehyung's firm arms as he kicked his pants and boxers off.

Taehyung had never been with someone who was so sensitive to the slightest touch, but then again, Taehyung hadn't been with many people. He glanced down to see Yoongi spread his legs wider, even though Taehyung had only stroked him once. It seemed like just touching him was pleasurable in itself as Yoongi began to breathe heavily already.

Taehyung removed his hand from around Yoongi's cock and smiled down softly at the other. Hovering over the smaller male, he moved him more onto the bed. "Do you want me to use my mouth instead," he asked, already getting into the act. Yoongi's moans and shaky breaths were turning him on, but he wouldn't act on his impulses. Just like he had to wait to cum when with Hoseok, he could wait until he'd finished Yoongi off before relieving himself in the bathroom.

Yoongi stared at Taehyung with lust filled eyes and whimpered at the loss of contact until he heard the posed question. He gave a small nod, always wondering what it felt like, but never being with anyone he figured he'd never find out.

Taehyung slowly sunk down towards Yoongi's legs, slipping Yoongi's oozing cock into his mouth. Yoongi's entire body tensed as his hand flew towards Taehyung's hair. He gripped a handful of Taehyung's hair as Taehyung peeked up at Yoongi through long, dark and thick lashes to watch his reaction.

Taehyung slid his tongue along the smooth underside, past his lips as he sucked gently. He pushed his mouth all the way to Yoongi's base, watching as the smaller male's back arched in ecstasy. Taehyung's thumb massaged sensual circles on Yoongi's slim upper thigh as his other hand moved to massage Yoongi's balls.

Yoongi was losing his mind as he kept his legs spread wide to be able to see the other pleasing him. Taehyung's eyes staring up at him through his lashes was even more of a turn on for Yoongi. And he didn't even know why it was so alluring and pleasing. Loud moans slipped past Yoongi's lips as he was unable to control the volume of his voice. It all just felt too amazing.

Taehyung pulled back all the way to Yoongi's tip, swirling his tongue around his head as he sucked softly. His hand that was massaging Yoongi's balls, moved to keep his own erection from hurting him too much. He gave himself gentle strokes through his pants as he took Yoongi's cock all the way to the back of his throat again.

He moaned softly around Yoongi's cock, still swirling his tongue when he felt the other's cock twitch inside his mouth. He gave a harsh suck and Yoongi exploded into the back of his throat at the sensations overwhelming his body.

He quivered uncontrollably as he rode out his orgasm, Taehyung milking his cock with soft sucks along his tip. Yoongi turned his head to the side, watching Taehyung stroke his clothed erection and moaned softly at the sight that he didn't even hear Taehyung swallow his cum.

When had he ever enjoyed watching someone else please themself? He never even watched porn. How could watching his kidnapper please himself be so alluring? Was it because of the size of the bulge that Yoongi stared at? Or the fact that he'd just had the most mind blowing blowjob from this man that he couldn't tear his eyes away from Taehyung's hand slowly slinking into his own pants.

"Are you just going to watch? Or do I need to go to the bathroom," he asked, his hand already pumping his painfully hard cock. Yoongi made eye contact for a moment before his eyes flickered back to Taehyung's hand in his pants. He bit his lip at the erotic sound Taehyung made. It seemed he didn't do this very often either.

"I want to watch," he answered softly, watching as Taehyung pulled his cock from the confines of his pants. His eyes widened slightly at the size difference, thinking his looked like a child's compared to Taehyung's length. But Taehyung hadn't laughed at him or said anything about his size. Was Taehyung just being curtious?

An erotic moan slipped past Taehyung's lips once again, causing Yoongi to moan and his cock to slowly twitch back to life. Taehyung's breathing was already heavy as Yoongi bit his lip in astonishment when Taehyung leaned back on his free hand and jutted his hips forward. His hand continued to stroke his cock as Taehyung began to rock his hips with each stroke, more erotic sounds slipping past Taehyung's lips. He knew just how to put on a show for someone and, although Yoongi was curious, his mind slowly faded into a blank slate as he watched Taehyung's expression and actions.

Jin stared at the two in his living room, smiling pleasantly at both of them. "Namjoon, Jungkook, it's been a while since I've seen the two of you." He stated, tilting his head with a soft smile before taking a sip of his tea he'd just prepared. He didn't normally have company, especially not company that showed up at his door step unannounced.

Namjoon smiled softly at Jin, taking a drink from his tea cup as well. "Ah, yes, it has been a while. We didn't mean to show up unannounced, but we're looking for a certain chemical," he stated, getting right to business. "You've sold it to Taehyung before." He explained, lacing his fingers together in front of his face. "I can't have him out doing me or he'll succeed in fully taking over the outskirts of town."

Jin chuckled slightly, nodding in agreement to Namjoon's statement. "Yes, I did sell him something quite unorthodox. But he bought all of it. I don't have any left," he explained, glancing at the forlorn Jungkook. He tilted his head slightly, standing up and walking over to Jungkook. He gently knelt down on one knee, trying to get a better look at the other's sad expression. "Kookie? What's wrong?"

Namjoon scoffed out of jealousy and annoyance at Jungkook's inability to fake a smile. "His brother is being held hostage by Taehyung and his gang," he stated, smacking the back of Jungkook's head.

Jungkook stared down at the ground, knowing he was in trouble, but he couldn't help it. He didn't know what they were doing to his older brother and that scared him. Jin gently patted Jungkook's head, smiling softly. "I'm sure he's okay. Taehyung isn't that bad a guy. It's Hoseok we all have to watch out for," he stated softly, lifting Jungkook's head gently.

He tapped his finger to Jungkook's nose and smiled. "And I'm sure Taehyung will keep your brother safe. He's the only reason Namjoon hasn't attacked his fortitude recently. He knows your brother means everything to you, isn't that right, Joonie?"

Namjoon blushed and mumbled incoherently under his breath as Jin laughed softly. "See? Told you. So why not cheer up? I promise you your brother is safe," he assured, noticing a small smile on Jungkook's face. "Now, there you go~ You look far more handsome smiling."

Namjoon sighed softly in defeat as he glanced at Jin. "Shall we at least take a look at what you have in stock?" 

Jin stood up, nodding quickly as he took out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one and took a long drag before nodding softly. "Sure thing," he answered, exhaling the smoke. "Follow me." He stated, taking another puff of his cigarette as he lead them down a long and dark hallway. Guns and weapons of all sorts lined the walls as he lead them towards his storage containment. "Take a look around. You can have anything you find that might help you," he stated, exhaling smoke again.

Although Namjoon hated when Jin smoked, it was a bad habit that the other couldn't break. But Namjoon did have to admit that it added an appeal to the other that he found utterly irresistible.

Taehyung yanked the soiled blankets and sheets off of Yoongi's bed, balling them up and tossing them onto the floor. He walked towards the closet, pulling fresh linen out of the closet for the smaller male to sleep on. He quickly made the bed, trying to keep his eyes off of the sleeping Yoongi curled up on the floor. 

He smiled softly as he scooped the smaller male up off the floor. How he wanted Yoongi to actually want him and be his and his alone. He couldn't stand the thought that Yoongi might like Jimin more. Although, he'd never placed dibs on Yoongi, because he was a living, breathing human being and not some prize. He just couldn't bear the fact that Yoongi didn't love him and he wondered why that might be.

Why would he care? Why should he? He didn't know, but he certainly could feel his heart break thinking about the fear the other felt towards him. He didn't know how to ease Yoongi's fear and tension, but tonight seemed to be a big step forward.

He gently placed Yoongi onto the bed and covered him up with a thicker, softer blanket than the sheets he lay a-top. Taehyung stretched his arms above his head, arching his back to stretch his spine as well. He sighed softly as he decided to sleep in the chair across the room.

He placed his hands in his lap, watching Yoongi's chest rise and fall evenly under the covers. Taehyung wasn't very comfortable, but he tilted his head back and closed his eyes as well.

Yoongi stared into the dark, golden brown eyes that stared deep into his soul, speckles of gold and green shimmering behind his deep irises. Yoongi had his arms encircled around the other's neck, staring deep into his eyes. Why was he so entranced by Taehyung's eyes?

He leaned forward, placing a sensual kiss on the other's neck and giving a light suck. A soft whine escaped Taehyung's lips, his hands kneading and massaging his ass. "P-please," Yoongi heard the words leave his own mouth, begging for something as he wiggled slightly. He looked down in embarrassment, only to realize he was sitting on the other's lap and both were completely and utterly nude.

Yoongi's face lit up bright red as Taehyung leaned forward, placing sensual kisses all over Yoongi's neck and collar bones. Yoongi heard himself whimper, knowing he was already hard as he grinded against Taehyung. He needed friction, wanted friction, needed to be touched.

He was easily lifted up, Taehyung's large hands supporting him as he was gently lowered onto Taehyung's hard cock. He moaned softly, hugging Taehyung close to him as he grinded his hips to Taehyung's, riding him. How many times had he rode Taehyung to be this comfortable with being on top? He grinded against him once more, slowly starting to bounce in his lap. Soft moans and sounds of skin slapping against itself echoed throughout the dark and empty room.

Taehyung's head shot up when he heard a soft whimper, his eyes analyzing the room as his bleary and blurry vision slowly adjusted to the small amount of light filtering in through the cracks of the door. He slowly stood up, assessing the room once more, now that his eyes had completely adjusted to being jolted out of sleep.

He only saw Yoongi, clutching a pillow for dear life, his legs tangled around it. Taehyung tilted his head in confusion, wondering if he was having a bad dream. That was, until Yoongi grinded against the pillow, moaning softly as he continued to roll his hips against the fabric.

Taehyung bit his lip, watching the other moan and dry hump his pillow while sleeping. It made Taehyung wonder if he was actually sleeping, or playing a nasty prank. He turned away, knowing that if he didn't, he'd end up being as low as Jimin was in Yoongi's eyes. He didn't want to risk his own integrity by attacking the smaller male in his sleep.
 

He swallowed hard, glancing back for just a second before walking back toward the chair. He had just sat down, staring up at the ceiling and listening to Yoongi's whimpers and whines. He groaned softly, feeling completely tortured as his pants were slowly growing tighter. It was almost impossible to breathe with how constricted and confined he felt.
 

He wiggled his hips slightly, trying to ease some of his discomfort, his hand resting on his bulge as his thumb gently rubbed against his clothes cock. He stood up once more, thinking about making his way to the bathroom before a small voice reached his ears.

"T- Tae- Taehyung," Yoongi stuttered softly, embarrassed as his cheeks flushed bright red. He could see the silhoutte of the other standing by the door. His eyes were slowly adjusting to him waking up suddenly. "T- Taehyung... I- I need you," he whimpered softly, realizing he'd already been rubbing pre-cum against his pillow.

He just needed more. More than what he was getting now. This pillow couldn't compare to the heat of Taehyung's hand firmly clasped around his writhing cock. "P- please," he heard himself beg and his eyes snapped open in realization. This wasn't a dream... This was him actually begging his assailant to pleasure him.

He looked at Taehyung with pleading eyes when Taehyung turned his head, staring straight at Yoongi. "You're not being fair," he whispered, a pained expression on his face as he quickly turned toward Yoongi. Before Yoongi could react, Taehyung had briskly crossed the room and covered Yoongi with his body.

He kissed Yoongi passionately, gently moving his lips against the smaller male's as his hands roamed every curve of Yoongi's body. His hands slid up under Yoongi's shirt, caressing the smaller male's soft and smooth skin underneath.

Yoongi's body arched into Taehyung's touch, his warm hands trailing a path of heat up to Yoongi's nipples. Yoongi's left hand quickly grabbed onto Taehyung's shoulder, whining softly at the heated touches. "T- Tae- Tae," he whimpered softly, breathing heavily already.

Taehyung smirked at Yoongi's reaction, pinching Yoongi's nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Yoongi flinched, moaning softly as his grip tightened around Taehyung's arm. Heat radiated from Taehyung's fingertips as he rolled his fingers over Yoongi's nipple, twisting it gently.

Taehyung glanced down at Yoongi's leaking cock, teasingly running his fingertips over the tip. "What do you want me to do," he asked softly, tilting his head at Yoongi's previous statement.

Yoongi glanced down, shivering at Taehyung's fingertips ghosting over the tip of his cock. He stared up into Taehyung's dark, lustrous, chocolate brown eyes before glancing at his hand on Taehyung's firm arm and then down to the problem plaguing Taehyung as well.

He whimpered softly as he continued to stare, before Taehyung clearing his throat regained his attention. He didn't want to completely lose his innocence yet, but he really wanted to please Taehyung this time as well.

He gently cupped Taehyung's face and leaned up, pressing his lips to Taehyung's in a soft yet passionate kiss. "W- whatever you want to do," he answered, giving Taehyung free rein to decide. He didn't know what Taehyung would want to do, but he hoped Taehyung would make him forget and remember his dream all in one.

Taehyung bit Yoongi's lip gently, before he wrapped his slender and elegant fingers around Yoongi's painfully hard cock. Yoongi whimpered, his finger nails digging into Taehyung's bicep as his hips jerked into Taehyung's touch. A soft whine escaped his lips as he desperately clung onto Taehyung, the heat from Taehyung's hand filling his entire stomach.

"Mmm, Tae-Tae," Yoongi moaned softly, biting his lip. He pushed Taehyung away slightly, his eyes watering at the withdrawal of heat. "I- I w- want y- you in- inside me," he stuttered, embarrassed as his face turned red. He hoped Taehyung would have gone for it without him having to ask, but he realized Taehyung was only thinking of his well being since the incident the other night.

Taehyung stared at Yoongi's flushed face and averted gaze of embarrassment only for a moment before he smiled softly and nodded. "If that's what you want," he answered, slowly reaching down to unbutton his own pants. Yoongi nodded softly, trying to help Taehyung with his belt, only to fumble with it and let Taehyung deal with it.

Yoongi's innocent, soft brown eyes watched as Taehyung slowly removed his pants. Yoongi's eyes grew slightly wider as Taehyung pulled his cock from the confines of his pants, realizing he'd never be able to get used to that sight. Taehyung leaned closer to Yoongi once more, staring down at the smaller male softly. When had he softened up? He couldn't be sure, but it wasn't like him as he stared down at Yoongi's erect length. "Is that really what you want so soon," he asked, softly, almost nervous about the request and if it was going to hurt Yoongi. He was pretty sure that Yoongi had never done anything like this before.
 

Yoongi glanced down at both of their naked forms, grabbing onto Taehyung's bicep and nodded. "I want you," he whispered, embarrassed. "N- no... I need you," Yoongi stuttered out, looking back up into Taehyung's eyes with a look that left little room for argument.

Taehyung nodded softly, reaching over Yoongi towards the bedside table. He pulled out a small bottle that Yoongi had never seen before, his curious expression catching Taehyung's attention. "It's lubricant. Everyone has needs here and well, I make sure we're not short in supply of this," he stated, popping the cap. He squirted some onto his fingers, rolling it around between his fingertips and his thumb. "Roll over," he instructed.

Yoongi did as he was told, rolling onto his stomach as Taehyung gripped Yoongi's hips and pulled his ass up towards him. "It might hurt a little. But give it some time, I promise it won't hurt for long," he stated, prodding Yoongi's entrance with his pointer finger.

Yoongi bit his lip in anticipation, waiting for what it might feel like as Taehyung pushed his finger inside his warm entrance. Immediately, Yoongi tensed up from the pain, tears springing into Yoongi's eyes and Taehyung stopped. "You have to relax or it will only hurt more," he advised. "I'll give you a moment."

Yoongi took that moment to take a deep breath, trying to relax the best that he could for Taehyung to continue. After taking a few deep breaths, he gave a small nod, pushing his ass back onto Taehyung's long finger. Taehyung chuckled, slowly pulling it out of him and pushing it back into Yoongi.

Yoongi stared at the wall in front of him, perched on his hands and knees. He couldn't understand why so many people liked this, that was, until Taehyung added another finger and aimed directly for a very sensitive gland. Yoongi cried out in pure ecstacy,  his entire body jolting in pleasure as Taehyung chuckled from behind him. "Did you like that? Because I'm going to be abusing it," he claimed, slowly adding another finger into Yoongi.
 

He curled and unfurled his fingers inside of Yoongi, gauging his reactions to each little thing he did. Yoongi waited with baited breath for Taehyung to finally take him, like he'd asked. And he didn't have to wait long as Taehyung removed his fingers from him, Yoongi whining at the feeling of being empty once more.
 

He heard the cap pop open again, wondering if Taehyung needed more without looking back to see Taehyung spreading an even coat over his cock with a few harsh tugs.

He placed the tip of his cock to Yoongi's entrance, leaning over him first. "You ready," he asked, waiting paitently for Yoongi's answer.

Yoongi shuttered in pleasure at the feeling of Taehyung's tip pressed against his entrance, wiggling slightly in anticipation. He gave a soft nod at Taehyung's words, waiting for Taehyung to make his next move. Taehyung continued to lean over Yoongi, confusing him until his elegant fingers wrapped around Yoongi's erect cock.

Slowly pumping Yoongi's length, he snapped his hips forward, shoving his cock to the hilt inside Yoongi. Yoongi cried out at the stinging sensation that enveloped him, Taehyung stilling inside of him. He continued to stroke Yoongi's cock, trying to ease the pain that he felt at the moment.

Tears slid down Yoongi's cheeks as the stinging slowly died down to a dull tingling sensation. He gave a soft nod, allowing Taehyung to continue now.
 

Taehyung nodded in response, pulling out of Yoongi and thrusting back into him. He felt Yoongi's tight walls suffocating his throbbing cock as he continued thrusting into him at a slow pace. He angled his cock slightly, remembering Yoongi's reaction when he'd hit his prostate gland.

Taehyung grabbed onto Yoongi's hips tightly, using both hands to hold him steady as he thrust into Yoongi at that same angle. Taehyung enjoyed Yoongi's tight walls as he hit the spongy, sensitive nerve once again. Yoongi screamed out, pleasure coursing through his veins as his arms gave out on him and he fell face first into the mattress. His breathing was ragged already as he turned his head to the side, drool slipping out the side of his mouth as Taehyung picked up his speed.

He chuckled softly at Yoongi's soft whimpers and whines that left his lips as he continued to rut into Yoongi at an even pace. Yoongi cried out with each thrust that stabbed at his prostate, his cock leaking and begging to be touched once more. He whimpered softly, Taehyung slowing his thrusts momentarily. "What's wrong," he asked, glancing over at Yoongi.

Yoongi angled his head toward Taehyung with tears in his eyes and a light blush creeping across his face. "I- I want you... to... to touch me," he whimpered softly, covering his eyes with his hands. Taehyung looked slightly taken aback, reaching around Yoongi to wrap his elegant fingers around Yoongi's cock once more.
 

He didn't know when Yoongi had become so comfortable with him, to allow him to do this, but he couldn't be happier than this moment. Sick or not, he was going to take this opportunity. He just wouldn't spread his sickness to Yoongi and would try to refrain from kissing him too much, even though he desperately wanted to kiss him at this very moment.

Yoongi gasped at the contact, bringing Taehyung's full attention back to Yoongi here in front of him, allowing him to fuck him as he thought of other things. He shook his head in disbelief, refocusing his entire attention on the male in front of him as he began to stroke Yoongi's cock in rhythm to his thrusts. Yoongi's breathing was ragged as Taehyung continued to thrust into him at an even pace, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. "Are you getting impatient," he asked, gripping Yoongi's hips slightly harder.

Yoongi nodded, wanting that sweet release now. But he could tell that Taehyung wasn't going to give it to him just yet as Taehyung squeezed the base of Yoongi's cock harshly, causing Yoongi to whimper softly. "W- why," he whined, wanting his release bad. Taehyung chuckled softly as he angled his cock to hit Yoongi's prostate hard. "But I'm not even close," he stated, thrusting into him hard now. Yoongi screamed out in pleasure, gripping the sheets between his slender fingers as he came in Taehyung's hand, making a mess of the sheet below him with wave upon wave of ecstacy crashing over him. He jolted and twitched in Taehyung's grip, his cock slowly going limp as Taehyung milked him of every little drop. Taehyung smiled mischieviously as he moved his other hand to Yoongi's hip. "My turn," he whispered in a raspy voice, licking his lips.

He quickly reached over Yoongi and into the bedside drawer, rummaging around for what he was looking for. He pulled out a small ring, Yoongi's eyes following it as Taehyung popped it into his mouth for a moment. It was something Hoseok had used on him many times to torture him, but this was going to keep Yoongi from coming too many times. Taehyung swished it in his mouth a few times, working his tongue in and out of the circle to moisten every bit of it. He flipped Yoongi onto his back, shoving him into the mattress as he hovered over him with that daunting ring. He slid it around Yoongi's limp cock before his grip on Yoongi's hips tightened, bruisingly as he pulled out of Yoongi's tight walls and snapped his hips forward harshly.
 

Yoongi cried out in pure pleasure as Taehyung's pace was almost unbearable, the sound of slapping skin echoing throughout the room as Taehyung now watched every expression Yoongi made. His cock had already twitched back to life in a matter of seconds from Taehyung relentlessly fucking into him, hitting his prostate each time. He wasn't lying when he told Yoongi he'd be abusing it. Yoongi felt a familiar heat pooling in his stomach, twisting into a knot once again. "Ooooh, not again," he moaned out, feeling his cock twitch with excitement as he squeezed his eyes shut tight. But Taehyung shook his head with a small chuckle. "Oh, you won't be coming anytime soon with that cock ring on," he stated, slamming his hands into the mattress above Yoongi's head. He quickly moved Yoongi's legs around his shoulder, giving him the leverage to thrust deeper inside Yoongi.

Yoongi cried out, tears of pleasure welling up in his eyes as Taehyung thrust deeper into him at an even but fast pace, throwing his hands up to wrap his arms around Taehyung's neck. He pulled Taehyung closer to him, Taehyung groaning softly as Yoongi's walls tightened around him once again. "Fuck, I'm so close," he whispered, lowering Yoongi's legs around his hips once more as Yoongi hugged Taehyung close. Taehyung continued to thrust into him, Yoongi's leaking cock pressed between the two of them as Yoongi lifted his head. The friction of Taehyung's bare skin brushing up against his cock was sending waves of pleasure crashing into him again. "I can't hold out anymore," he whispered softly, cupping Taehyung's face and kissing him passionately as he bucked his hips into Taehyung, coming between the two of them. A long, drawn out moan ripped through Taehyung's throat, forcing Yoongi to swallow his moan as waves of pure ecstacy rolled over Taehyung. He felt Yoongi's walls tighten up even more and before he could pull out, he was spilling his seed inside of Yoongi, thrusting shallowly inside of him to milk his own cock as he shuttered and twitched- riding out his orgasm with Yoongi.

Yoongi broke the kiss, pulling back to stare into Taehyung's dark eyes as they realized how close they were to each other. Yoongi's hand still cupping Taehyung's cheek as they stared back at each other. He leaned up and kissed Taehyung once again as Taehyung slowly pulled out of him now, Yoongi whimpering softly at the loss of feeling full. "C- can we do that again," he asked, studying how Taehyung's hair was matted to his forehead with sweat. He looked more appealing to him somehow, sexier in that way. 

Taehyung chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Not today. Maybe some other day," he stated softly, brushing Yoongi's hair out of his face. "I don't want to hurt you or anything."

Yoongi sighed softly as Taehyung laid down beside. "I guess you're right. But... um... who was that guy that came to visit earlier," he asked, looking over at Taehyung. And the look on Taehyung's face told him he wasn't a pleasant visitor. He could see Taehyung's whole demeanor had changed and he shook his head softly. "He's no one that you should worry about... for now, at least."