#10 - “Make me.”

TaeGi

Word Count: 689

“Kim Taehyung! Will you please, please shut up.”

An exasperated sigh filled the room that was previously filled with obnoxious chatter going a mile a minute. The rapper rubbed his large hand over his face before he swung around in his swivel chair to glare at his Dongsaeng who was bouncing on the edge of the bed. He was dangerously close to falling off for how much he had edged closer in all of his wiggling.

“Make me.”

Taehyung leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands cupping his cheeks and stared straight back into the eyes that were glaring at him. It was a challenge. No ifs, ands or buts about it. Taehyung was challenging Yoongi and all he wanted to do was finish working on this last track. Glaring for a moment longer, Yoongi nodded as if in thought then stood up. He briskly walked over to the bed, placing his fingertips on the bed right beside Taehyung, he invaded all of the younger’s personal space, His eyes didn’t break contact with Taehyung, his lips were so close to the others that he could feel the warm breath that gently touched his lips from Yoongi’s parted ones. They stayed in that position, without speaking. The tingles shooting down Taehyung’s spine weren’t something that Yoongi could see and boy was he glad for that. Their lips were so close. Yoongi was so close. Taehyung couldn’t help but run his tongue over his top and then bottom lip, the urge to close the gap between them was building steadily. The elder tilted his head slightly, almost as if he was going to take the plunge but instead he just hung there, his other hand hovering over Taehyung’s honeyed thighs, fingertips brushing along them.

Feeling like he had made his point when Yoongi could hear the younger swallow and knew his Adam's apple was moving up and down in his throat, his lips were attacked. Taehyung was on him in a split second, lips moving against Yoongi’s unmoving wants, wanting so desperately to gain entrance. His arms wrapped around the elder’s neck tugging him closer if that was possible. A moment longer and Yoongi caved, growing loss in the sweet sensation of Taehyung’s lips against his. His tongue swirling around his, tasting all that he could and enjoying the way that it felt. Pushing him down on the bed, Yoongi climbed on the bed straddling the other, nipping at his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth and on it. The low breathy moan that Taehyung let out hit Yoongi square in a place he didn’t need to be feeling right now. Hormones were pumping through his veins, mind was becoming cloudy and he didn’t really want to stop. Especially didn’t when he felt his hair being tugged on roughly.

Groaning into the kiss, Yoongi pressed his large hand against Taehyung’s chest and broke apart.

“.” He muttered under his breath, chest heaving faster than it should, the kiss shouldn’t have gotten nearly as intense as it had.

Bringing his gaze back to the man beneath him, with his dark brown messy hair splayed over his forehead, a look of bliss hidden in his gaze and a smirk on his lips, Yoongi swore again but silently. He wanted nothing more than to dive right back in but he pressed harder and moved further back. He fell right into the others trap and now he was annoyed with himself. Running a hand through his hair, he looked away and stood up.

“I gotta finish that track.”

“You can make me shut up any time you like, Yoongi hyung.” The deep lilting voice of Taehyung’s filled Yoongi’s ears and meddled with his senses. He wanted to just turn around but instead he grunted and sat back down at his desk.

“Don’t you dare say another word.”

A dark chuckle could be heard and it sent a shiver down Yoongi’s spine.

Make me.

He heard the words in his mind and wished the younger had said it. He’d really have taught him a lesson that time, with more than just his lips.