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The pole was cool under the pads of Taehyung’s fingers, his arm extended up the length of it as he walked around it, a sultry look in his eye as he looked back at the crowd. He squatted down, rocking his body so his backside gyrated in perfect tandem with the smooth R&B track that accompanied his stage. Jimin was to his right, and they usually would be feeding off each other’s energy. Something that kept them connected through dances, something that would have them throwing looks at each other, doing complimentary moves to the music.
But tonight, that wasn’t happening. He and Jimin hadn’t spoken since the club incident with Yoongi, which had almost been a week and a half ago, and just like at home, Jimin was pretending as if Taehyung didn’t exist, lost in his own world and own routine and letting Taehyung fend for himself for their joint performance.
As he finished his set, he didn’t spare the other a glance, though he could feel eyes on him. He quickly grabbed his towel, setting himself in front of his station to pat running sweat from his parted hairline. He touched up his make up, then went about lounging until he was approached from behind, a warm hand sinking into his bare shoulder. A piece of his stomach lurched in anticipation, and a part of him hoped that it was Jimin, but as he raised his head phone the glowing phone screen he was met with Hyejin’s tight smile and naked form.
“Taehyungie, elite room,” was all she said before plastering a wet kiss on his cheek before sauntering over to the directions of the showers. He nodded to no one, for she was gone before he could even respond, and heaved himself out of the chair heading in the direction of the private dance rooms. His pink, silk, shorts shifting in the light as he walked the length of the hall way, meeting with the velvet curtain of the elite room.
As he moved the curtain aside, he placed on a sensual, yet innocent, smirk making his way towards the patron who was already seated in the leather couches. Taehyung felt a familiar buzz in his head, a knowing high that he only got when he was around a certain aura, an aura he hadn’t felt or spoken to for over a week.
Yoongi sat in his usual spot, his hair now a platinum blonde, that shown purple under the lights. His presence made the blood in Taehyung’s body run cold, freezing in every artery and organ and stopping him in his tracks all at once. Eyes blown wide, the red head licked over dry lips, unable to speak, or even think for the matter, and he was worried that the blonde would hear his heartbeat from the other side of the room.
Yoongi’s lips formed an all-knowing smirk at the youngers reaction, a pink tongue running over kiss bitten lips, eyes scanning the younger’s form. And Taehyung’s body felt as if he was set alight, the ice in his veins melting so quickly that he felt like he would collapse right there under Yoongi’s gaze. He had danced for Yoongi before, had his half naked body on full display for him, he had ground his ass into the elder’s crotch, but the look Yoongi was bestowing on him made him feel exposed, like he was taking off the minimal amount of clothing Taehyung had on. As if he was pulling off the lace collar , and tearing apart the matching cuffs, like he was peeling off the silk shorts and spreading him out like a full course meal.
It was agonizing, the two minutes that passed of their stare off, but Taehyung finally willed himself to speak, “In my dreams huh?” And he, himself was utterly surprised that he had been able to pull off the snide comment with such confidence, though his body was betraying him.
The chuckle he was met with returned the freezing sensation in his body, it made his knees weak and filled the room. And Yoongi running the pad of his finger over his bottom lip with the tilt of his head wasn’t helping. “Guess dreams come true around here huh?” His voice was gravely, deep and rich like dark chocolate and Taehyung wanted to taste, he wanted to swallow every word that came from his lips as he spoke.
“Yeah, I guess.” The younger bit into his bottom lip, finally allowing himself to take a step, the sensation almost painful, like he was turned to stone right in the middle of the room and was desperately trying to break free from the rock.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Dance.” Taehyung had never complied to a command so quickly before, hands already gripping the pole that was scorching under his palms. He rolled his hips, body rhythmically moving to the music, and though he was trembling, he found himself wanting to put on his best show, pulling off his most responsive moves, and once he felt like the gawking from the other was enough, he moved towards him.
Taehyung straddled the others lap, ass peaking from under the rose fabric as he sat up on his knees winding his hips up and down as he draped his arms over Yoongi’s broad shoulders. Ice cold hands met his scalding skin, running up the back of his deeply tanned thighs as he moved, as if Yoongi was trying to memorize every inch of skin through sensory. And Taehyung desperately tried to bite back his moan as Yoongi buried his face into the column of the boys neck.
Usually, this was against the rules. What they were doing was going well past the ‘no elaborate or extensive physical contact rule’, but Taehyung didn’t care. His boss could come in and fire him at that exact moment and he couldn’t find himself giving a fuck. Yoongi’s lips against his neck and the grip on his ass was too much and not enough all at once, he felt like he was on fire once again, and being put out by an avalanche of ice. As if he was drowning and taking the most refreshing breath of air all at once, and the moan drawn out of him was well achieved when Yoongi bit into his skin.
Taehyung finally settled into the other’s lap completely, his bottom half meeting the other’s crotch finally, and he couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed by the intrepid erection that pulsed against the silk of his shorts. Yoongi knew what he was doing, as if he had studied Taehyung from afar, watching and learning how to press all his buttons, how to get him to submit just from a touch, just from a kiss. He found their lips connecting as the song melted into a familiar Suran tune, and the surge of electricity had him feeling as if it would knock him completely out of the chair.
Taehyung found the rhythm of the song, rocking his hips in just the right motion to match the beat and brush their cloth cocks together, the friction sending him reeling, causing his brain to short circuit momentarily, but Yoongi, who seemed to be completely calm and collected throughout the entire time they were entangled together, grabbing desperately at the hem of shorts brought him out of his trance.
Taehyung lifted himself once more, letting the elder slide the smooth fabric off his tanned skin, leaving him exposed, naked only in a suit collar and cuffs. And suddenly Taehyung felt small under Yoongi’s gaze, as if every freckle, scar, and crevice was being judged by God himself, the feeling causing his stomach summersault in his body, he felt like he was going to be sick but he rested back on Yoongi’s thighs anyways, pressing their lips back together to swallow down his nausea. The soft grunts that escaped Yoongi’s lips as he kneaded the flesh on Taehyung’s ass cheeks had his cock leaking, slick pre-cum dripping down his exposed, erect shaft as it pressed against the cotton of Yoongi’s button down.
The elder removed a hand from Taehyung’s backside, shoving three finger’s into the younger’s mouth abruptly, causing him to gag and choke almost instantly, heavy saliva coating Yoongi’s fingers, dripping down the palm of his hand, and pooling into the crevices of his golden Rolex. Taehyung’s eyes watered, a tear breaching his ducts and rolling down his cheek, streaking his foundation, but he was denied time to retaliate, Yoongi’s hand wrapped firmly around his aching cock, stroking him languidly, the sound of his own spit lewd and loud, echoing between them.
Much to Taehyung’s protest, wanting to keep quiet, his head fell back and a deep, guttural moan escaped his lips. Yoongi’s hand was fire and ice all at the same time, sending overwhelming shocks of electricity through him, making Taehyung’s thighs tremble around the elders under him. Taehyung’s groans were whiney, desperate and beckoning, drawing Yoongi’s cool lips back to his collar bones, chuckles vibrating on his skin. Yoongi was relishing in how Taehyung was unraveling at his touch, he could hear the cockiness in his laughs, the taunting smirks that met Taehyung’s eyes when he tried desperately to make eye contact, failing and allowing his head to rock backwards once more.
“Hmph, Yoongi,” Taehyung mewled, hands gripping the other’s forearms, nails gripping into the fabric of the dress shirt. He could feel the familiar coil tightening in his stomach, and Taehyung almost wanted to halt the elder’s movements, afraid of coming embarrassingly fast, but before he could put a cease to the pulsing around his cock, he was spewing white ropes onto his own chest, noticing how Yoongi had angled his hand so Taehyung didn’t finish on his clothing. “Oh my god, hngh….fuck.”
Taehyung was trembling, a horrible wreck on top of the blonde, body jerking and vibrating with over stimulation, but Yoongi milked him through it, peppering soft kisses over his shoulder and collar bone, up the column of his slender neck and nipping at his jaw. The elder kisses the corner of his parted mouth but hesitated to kiss him, instead letting his lips ghost over Taehyung’s before drawing back, finally releasing his girth to let him catch his breath, his blunt nails raking up and down his tan thighs.
The blonde leaned forward wrapping his lips around Taehyung’s nipple, tongue lapping and swirling around the hardened bud, drawing a breath out of the red head. “Lube?” Yoongi muttered against Taehyung’s skin, the younger nodded, pushing at Yoongi’s shoulders to move him away from him, reaching between the side of the chair and the cushions, fumbling around until his fingers settled on the plastic bottle.
“We aren’t the only ones who break the rules around here,” Taehyung said with a breathy laugh handing it to Yoongi who quirked a subtle grin before motioning him to keep it.
“Up.” The blonde commanded, and Taehyung complied, shimmying off his lap, and standing to his feet, deciding to use his discarded shorts to wipe away the drying cum on his tummy and chest. “Bend over there, fuck yourself open.” Yoongi motioned to the chair they had both been occupying, and Taehyung responded by looking between him and the chair furrowing his eyebrows. “Do you want me to say please or something?” The red head shook his head doing as told, instead of bending over the chair he sat in it, spreading his legs and letting each hook over either arm rest. He wanted Yoongi to watch, to be just as high as he was over the entire ordeal. As he slicked up his fingers, Yoongi began to roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing his full sleeve of ink on one arm, the darkened colors accentuating the watch on his wrist made him look even more powerful, even more dangerous and dominating. He began to unbutton his shirt as he watched, Taehyung slipping two digits into an inviting hole in the process not wanting to waste any more time than they had to. He could see the rise and fall of Yoongi’s chest as he did so, breaching himself to the knuckle as the elder undressed, looking painfully attractive as he finalized the unbuttoning, starting on the belt wrapped over his black slacks.
Taehyung added a third finger after some time, the burn a little over whelming but he bit back the pain, preoccupying himself with image in front of him, Yoongi had pulled his cock out of the top of his briefs and unbuttoned pants, not bothering to pull them down completely, he was stroking himself languidly at the sight before him and Taehyung had been brought back to full hardness in retaliation. Something about Yoongi still fully clothed, in business attire at that, made him feel dirty, exposed and degraded and he loved every minute of it. Everything about this situation gave him a rush that almost had him coming just thinking about it.
When Taehyung deemed himself prepped enough, he tossed the bottle towards the elder, who took the hint popped open the cap, slathering the cool liquid over his hand then himself, the excess dripping onto his slacks. Yoongi tossed the bottle, walking over to the younger, motioning for him to turn over; and Taehyung, eager to please, turned over and leaned his chest over the back of the chair. He felt the cushion sink where Yoongi had set a knee to keep himself steady.
Taehyung had expected him to ease inside of him, let him adjust and then wait for his cue to move, as he should. What he wasn’t expecting was Yoongi to press into him all at once, burying himself to the hilt with a bruising grip on Taehyung’s hips and a breathy moan. Taehyung’s insides burned, everything about the intrusion was more on the painful side, but he loved it. He loved the way he had to dig manicured nails into the leather, how he had to bite slits into his lip to keep himself from screaming, he loved that pain had to melt away before it could feel pleasurable, because once it did, he was on cloud nine. Body convulsing and trembling as Yoongi fucked himself in and out of his heat. His red locks sticking to his forehead, and his collar and tie suddenly too tight around his neck. He was struggling to stay up on his knees, sweat making them slide against the hot leather, and the vibrations of his muscles proving the task difficult.
Taehyung felt like he was on every drug possible, and constant hallucination of ups and downs, came with Yoongi fucking him. He was seeing colors behind his lids, and his head felt airy and foggy, the grin on his face was dopey accompanying pants and whines. The pain that came with the snap of Yoongi’s hips on his skin was numbing, and the sounds in the room had grown muffled. He felt everything with Yoongi inside of him, every broken law, every bad deed, every murder, drug deal, piece of dirty money, felt it, and he wanted it. He wanted to be a part of all of it, to feel this dangerous rush over and over. It was addicting, just one hit and he didn’t want to put him down, he wanted hit after hit until he was no longer in this world.
As Taehyung lost himself in Yoongi, the coil in his stomach snapped abruptly, the moan that escaped his lips was deep and rumbling, filled with pleasure and unnamable sensations. Whit ropes painted the dark leather and before he knew it he could feel a sticky warmth filling his tight entrance, and seeping out down his thighs. “Ohhh,” he mewled, Yoongi’s throbbing cock nestled inside of him giving him a pleasurable fill.
Taehyung wanted to just stay there for a moment, to be filled just for the sake of being filled, but the feeling was short lived when Yoongi was pulling out of him slowly, and he could hear the rattling of a belt behind him. It took him a moment, but Taehyung finally gathered the strength to turn around, coming face with Yoongi redressing, already having readjusted his pants and now buttoning his shirt.
“Whe-where are you going?” The other choked out, breathless and wrecked words leaving his lips.
“I’ve got business to take care of kid.” The elder retorted, tone deep, gravely and monotone as the tucked in his shirt.
“Am I- are you, will I see you again?” Taehyung asked, trying to mask the desperation in his tone.
He wasn’t met with words, instead he watched as Yoongi stalked towards him with a hungry gaze, bending down to press a relentless and bruising kiss on Taehyung’s bitten and swollen lips, and when they pulled apart, there still were no words, just a deep chuckling from the blonde, as he shoved his hands in his pockets, dress shoes clicking on the hard flooring before he disappeared behind the velvet curtain. It was as if he was mocking Taehyung, tickled by his naivety, like he knew he had gotten the younger hooked on something far more dangerous than any drug he had ever used.