emmaniamh13

[emmaniamh13]

I can make it better, I can knead you tighter

Yoongi has been working 24/7 lately and Namjoon has had enough of seeing his best friend resembling a corpse walk through their apartment door at ungodly hours. So he forces him to relax. Little did he know, Yoongi would find a more fitting stress reliever for his body but Namjoon really didn't need to know that much.

Tags: Semi-public sex; Rimming; Fingering; Top Taehyung; Bottom Yoongi, Slight Dom/Sub; Anal Sex; Unprotected Sex (Stay safe kids)

Parts 01; 02

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He heard Taehyung inhale sharply, the pads of his fingers skimming the soft, puckered skin between his ass cheeks, a shiver of his own running down his back. He couldn’t believe this was happening, that he was letting this happen and more so that the masseur was more than willing to finger him open on a massage table, in a public massage shop during his professional work hours where anyone could walk right in and get his hot ass fired.

But all these thoughts only made his cock twitch and he nearly groaned out loud at the irony of it all.

When he felt the first finger breach him he pressed his cock into the table – needing friction. He hadn’t even noticed the younger slicking up his fingers but he could care less about that. Because Taehyung's finger felt amazing, long and reaching places that Yoongi could never with his own. He was in heaven and it was only the first.

The masseur was hesitant at first, only slowly easing his finger in and dragging it out along Yoongi’s walls to push back in to the knuckle afterwards. After a few encouraging moans from the other he added a finger, this time pushing with more force and slightly bending his fingers on his way back out - Yoongi thought he was seeing stars, eyes rolling into the back of his head at the drag.

“Oh god” he chocked when the fingers brushed against a particular spot

“Found it” Taehyung chuckled, although it came out rather breathy

He pressed against it again, Yoongi shuddering from head to toe trying not to be too loud, still somewhat conscious of their surroundings.

Another finger was added, the sudden stretch delicious, the burn there but not too dominant and he groaned again, trying to let Taehyung know he didn’t have to hold back. Because he felt like the other did, every thrust or hold on his thigh underlined with a certain carefulness.

Like he was trying to not cross a border, to stay in the safe zone. And Yoongi despised that Safe Zone.

He wouldn’t be where he is today because of it. Wouldn’t be working his dream Job. Wouldn’t be working with well-known Artists and have the connections that he gained through years of experience. Wouldn’t have gotten to know Hobi, a precious addition to his life that he would never want any other way. And why?

Because he had to step out of the confinement that held him back. The music business is no place for the weak. They get stepped on first and get thrown out like trash. Because that’s what they are in that world. Trash.

And, spent years in an environment like that, Yoongi was definitely not weak and didn’t have to be handled like he was. And Taehyung needed to know that.

So he started to move, Taehyungs fingers stopping instantly, and got on his hands and knees pushing his ass more onto the Masseurs fingers. He knew that Taehyung could see everything from his spot behind him and he even moved a hand back to spread his cheeks more, presenting himself.

“Don’t hold back. Trust me” was all he said and he guessed Taehyung was probably gaping at him or something judging by the silence that followed.

But the Younger wasn’t one to waste time so he grabbed Yoongi’s hips with his free hand, pulling him towards him even more and unexpectantly added a fourth finger, immediately starting a fast pace.

Yoongi yelped at the sudden stretch but relished in the burn, a groan quickly following.

Taehyung repeatedly pushed directly into his prostate with a strength that had Yoongi neary flying over the top of the table

“Oh-Oh God j-just like that” the elder panted more to himself than anyone and felt drool collect at the edge of his mouth but couldn’t find it in himself to care and swallow.

Taehyung didn’t ease his pace and Yoongi was soaring, rapidly nearing an orgasm

“I’m gonna- Taehyung I’m gonna-“

And the other only added pressure, curling his fingers against his walls that had Yoongi cry out as his Orgasm hit, painting his stomach and the bed with his release.

Taehyung continued to fuck him through it with his fingers, only pulling out once Yoongi started wincing at the oversensitivity. The older let himself fall onto the table and sighed softly as he felt lips kiss over his butt. And then he felt them brush over his fluttering hole, tongue tentatively poking out to taste at the puckered skin.

At first the other tried to shy away, the sensation too much for his hazy mind but Taehyung didn’t let him, grabbing his hips to hold him in place, lazily cleaning him.

“Taehyung” the whine of the name came out muffled, Yoongi feeling his cock twitch, slowly growing back to its erect state.

“Taehyung I-I- please..” He trailed off, the pressure of the masseur's tongue getting more to the point where he was half-fucking him with his tongue, moaning into Yoongi’s ass, tasting him.

Taehyung acknowledged his plea with a groan into his cheeks and a penetrating lick of his tongue

“G-Give.. for christs sake Taehyung give me your cock” He bit out under the assault

He felt the tongue leave him and heard him groan “You sure?”

Yoongi nodded frantically, not sure if he could see from behind

“Yeah just, just do it please”

“I don’t have a condom” Taehyung murmured and Yoongi just shook his head

“You clean?”

“Yeah”

“Then just get inside me already, this table is crushing me”

“But…” Taehyung trailed off

Yoongi felt annoyance bubble to the surface. He was really fucking horny and it was getting really uncomfortable laying on his boner

“What Taehyung”

Two hands suddenly grabbed his hips and turned him around, his back now on the cum-splattered table and his boner swinging to lay on his stomach- relief immediately flowing through him.

Before he could voice anything however, lips were pressed against his own and the feeling of relief intensified.

Yeah.

He decided he really liked Taehyungs lips. Loved them in fact, tongues sliding against lower lips to gain entrance, to taste everything the other had to give.

Taehyung sighed when Yoongi bit down on his bottom lip a bit harder than probably necessary and Yoongi opened his mouth even more, sucking the sound in.

When both finally broke apart for air, they stared at each other, analyzing each other’s features, memorizing them. And god was Taehyung beautiful. Even more so with blown-out eyes, red, bitten lips, tousled hair and blush high on his cheeks. He looked sinful and Yoongi only wanted to ruin him more, scrape him, mark him.

Taehyung was the first to move, climbing onto the table to join the other, the furniture groaning under the additional weight. He was still fully dressed and Yoongi had none of that.

He wanted to see

So he tugged at the youngers shirt, unbuttoning the first few before Taehyung took over, eagerly working the buttons and once he was finally shirtless, Yoongi couldn’t help but grab him by the neck to pull him down and suckle at his neck, then his nipples, biting occasionally.

And Taehyung leaned into him more, carding his fingers through Yoongi’s hair only to grip it and yank his head back to press another searing kiss to his lips, tongue instantly present and intrusive.

“I want to feel you”

“You will. You will”

Taehyung undid his trousers and pushed them only so far, that his cock had enough room to spring free, bopping against the others thigh.

Yoongi gulped. Not only was this man amazingly attractive but he also had a big dick? Can this world get more unfair?

The masseur chuckled at the shocked look that painted Yoongi’s face

“I want to taste it”

The light smirk was replaced by a choke on air instead

“You sure don’t hold back huh?”

Yoongi met his eyes, a dark, drowning glint in them but otherwise stayed silent

The masseur leaned down to nip at the others neck, trailing up to his ear

“Maybe I’ll fuck your face next time babe. But not today. I want to come in you. Want to fuck you so hard so your tight little ass’ll still remember me after a week. Want to make you beg, show me the little slut I know you are.”

And Yoongi just imagined how true these promises probably were, and a groan ripped from the back of his throat. The mention of a next time was registered, but left uncommented.

Hope was a dangerous thing

“Yes please” he rasped, already gripping the younger’s arms a tad tighter, anticipating.

Taehyung aligned himself with Yoongi’s ass, pushing in slowly until he bottomed out, hips meeting hips.

“Shit, Oh fuck” Yoongi grit out. If his fingers were already that good, he wasn’t prepared for the real deal, fitting perfectly against his prostate, prodding at it without the owner having to even move.

He loved it already, the stretch being so good, making him feel so full and the tingle from the burn going straight to his cock, precum leaking out of his slit and down his length.

And Taehyung watched it reach the base, flowing down Yoongi's balls to his asshole and connecting with the his own cock shoved into his client– he couldn’t help his hips from jerking down into Yoongi at the sight.

“Move” Yoongi voiced out and Taehyung didn’t need to be told twice, pushing his dick in further, angling just right into his prostate and Yoongi cried out.

His hips picking up a rutheless pace, the younger taking a hold of his customer’s legs and laying them onto his shoulders, managing to hit even deeper parts of Yoongi that way, the older already writhing in ecstasy.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck Taehyung- fuck” he started to babble his eyes slipping to the back of his head as taehyung pistoned his hips against his ass in a staccato manner- not easing up on his prostate

Little grunts left the gorgeous male above him and he drank them in, trying to memorise them in his fucked-out state - zoning in on the creaking sounds of the table that groaned with every thrust.

“God you look perfect on my cock” the man growled “Look at you, being a slut for your masseur's cock. Coming from fingers that your friend outside paid to touch you."

"Like. A. Dirty. Little. Cumslut” Piercing thrusts accompanied his words, seemingly fucking them into him and Yoongi could only whine, the words going straight to his straining cock begging for release

Taehyung’s hand settled on his client’s neck and squeezed slightly, shifting a small part of his weight onto his throat and Yoongi moaned, trying to make eye contact with unfocused eyes and watch the expression of the man that was fucking him into oblivion.

His brows were furrowed, his teeth clenched and his hair was sticking to his forehead. His eyes looked back at him with determination, still fucking him with vigor and Yoongi wanted to see him like this every day.

Fucked.

“Taehyung I- please I need- can I cum?”

He was reaching his limit, his cock starting to hurt with how turned on he was and the man above him fucking into his prostate, but never really pushing him over the edge. He was running along the border of his climax and he was so close, yet so far and he just really wanted to cum

The fingers around his neck tightened until he gasped for air and another found his neglected, dripping dick and pumped him, hard.

“Couldn’t hold it any longer huh? Weak little slut can’t even wait” Taehyung grunted out

“Cum!” he commanded with an authority that could be a turn on by itself and it spurred Yoongi even more, combined with the degrading words that made his skin tingle and his mind blank

Before he knew it the string snapped and he was coming a second time, orgasm rippling through his entire body and making him shiver at the intensity. It took him forever to come back down, until his body stopped shaking and his eyes could focus again. He felt Taehyung let go of his dick and fuck into him harder than before, chasing his own high and Yoongi winced, oversensitivity taking over but he took it, wanting to make sure Taehyung would cum.

“Taehyung fill me up. Please. Make me walk out of this shop with your cum dripping down my thighs. Make me talk to your receptionist knowing you just fucked your cum into me so good” he whispered pure filth into the other’s fingers, that he had taken from his neck and suckled into his mouth.

And Taehyung’s eyes shut closed, groaning loudly at the imaginary of his words, growling at the thought of claiming the man who has the icy-cool exterior but was so, so perfect.

So good for him

He caught Taehyung's cheeks in both his palms, bringing their noses together, breathing in each other's air

“Cum Baby. Cum for me”

And he finally did, nearly loosing his balance because of the intensity of his climax, cumming into Yoongis ass in long spurts – the other moaning as he felt it paint his walls

“Shit” he breathed out “That was..”

“Yeah” Yoongi let his head fall back with content, wishing to lay here forever with Taehyungs cock still in his ass and the post orgasm endorphins running through his blood. But he knew they had to get cleaned up.

He needed to leave. Now

When Taehyung’s cock left him he could feel his sperm pour out and down his crack but he ignored it and climbed down from the bed, on the search for his clothes. Taehyung did the same.

When both were more or less decent again and ready to walk out the door, both halted.

“So…I don’t usually do this with my clients – Just so you know” Taehyung chuckled awkwardly

Yoongi looked amused

“Then what made me different Taehyung?” he teased

The masseur’s eyes widened and he started to splutter

“Uh-I-uhm-You-“

“Taehyung I was joking”

“Oh”

“Thanks for this I guess. That was probably exactly what I needed- Well even though a massage wouldn’t hurt either once in a while, especially with my posture” he laughed. Yoongi laughed.

Full gummy smile and everything and Taehyung thought he got a glimpse of heaven just now

“You’re beautiful” he breathed, seemingly in trance

Yoongi’s smile fell a little, a confused frown showing

“What?”

“You’re beautiful Yoongi” he stated again, this time steady and calm “in every sense”

And Yoongi blushed. Taehyung managed to make Min “The human Iceberg” Yoongi blush

"You don't even know me" he mumbled

Taehyung smiled softly "But I'd like to"

He couldn’t help himself, pulled Yoongi close by his neck and kissed him a last time, an underlined promise for more lingering between the both of them.

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“Wow you actually look better than you have in the entire last 6 months” was with what he was greeted with as he got into Namjoon’s car in front of the parlour.

“Shut it” Yoongi grumbled but a frown couldn’t make it onto his face as Namjoon started the car

“Sure you only got a massage? They didn’t give you drugs or something?” he kept glancing at Yoongi to gauge his reaction, analyzing the sudden color his skin had gotten over the past one-and-a-half hours.

“Well whatever they gave you, I’m taking too. You look alive Hyung” he said in wonder, rambling on

“Like your cheeks are all pink and you actually have a skin color! I was worried that one of your relatives was a sheet of paper. Thank god you proved – wait, is that a hickey?!” he nearly drove the car of the road with the way he jerked

The look Namjoon received was deadly

His fingers curled inside of his pockets, nearly forgetting the piece of paper with a particular arrangement of numbers on it. He immediately opened his fists to keep it from wrinkling.

And his head turned to look out the window, a ghost of a smile appearing on his lips and completely ignoring his dongsaeng that was currently having a fit behind the wheel.

He still needed that.

[emmaniamh13]

I can make it better, I can knead you tighter

Summary: Yoongi has been working 24/7 lately and Namjoon has had enough of seeing his best friend resembling a corpse walk through their apartment door at ungodly hours. So he forces him to relax. Little did he know, Yoongi would find a more fitting stress reliever for his body but Namjoon really didn't need to know that much.

Tags: Semi-Public Sex; Rimming; Fingering; Anal Sex; Bottom Yoongi; Top Taehyung; Slight Dom/Sub; Unprotected Sex (Stay Safe Kids)

Part 01 ; Part 2

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The door fell shut with a loud bang. Yoongi just wanted to get to his bed he was too tired to care about making too much noise

"Hyung is that you? God do you know what time it-"

Namjoon stopped in his steps after coming around the corner

"Dammit Hyung!" he cursed lowly "Have you looked in the mirror? You look like you've been hit by a bus. Multiple times" he emphasized with a frustrated huff

Yoongi just shrugged and tried to move past the younger, not in the mood for the other to pester him about his habits.

But Namjoon didn't let him, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards the living room. Before Yoongi could process, he had been pushed onto the couch and locked into place by Namjoon's frame.

"I'm not letting you do this to yourself anymore Hyung! You're gonna take a few days off and if I have to imprison you for that to happen then so be it" he spoke while folding his arms in front of his chest for emphasis.

Yoongi just stared up at him bewildered, his tired mind trying to figure out what his friend and roommate  expected from him right now. When it looked like nothing more would come from Namjoon he felt like he needed to respond.

So he did.

"What?"

And he watched Namjoon deflate slightly

"Hyung" he whined

"Pay attention, will you? I'm not letting you go to work for the next few days that's what"

Now Yoongi had enough time to process and when the pieces slotted together, he literally jumped of the couch to protest only to be pushed back down by his dongsaeng, landing on the soft pillows with a huff

"Namjoon what the hell" he growled but the other just continued to block his way, unfazed.

"You have to promise me, you'll stay home tomorrow and actually sleep a little"

"The hell I will" the older threw back "I need to finish that project and you know it"

Namjoon nodded "Yeah I know" he answered matter-of-factly "but that project isn't due until the 20th and I know for a fact that you're nearly finished, so a few free days won't hurt" he stated

"Namjoon" he warned "Let me sleep I need to be out early tomorrow"

"You're not going anywhere tomorrow and that is final" Namjoon didn't move from his spot and his features seemed to brighten suddenly, and Yoongi sighed. That could only mean he had some sort of idea and most of them he's had, ended badly for Yoongi. Not that Namjoon didn't always have his best interest at heart, Yoongi was aware, but Namjoon's idea of fun and relaxation was quite different from his own- to put it nicely

"Except to a Massage Parlour"

Yoongi's eyes went wide

"What"

"You heard me. I'm gonna book you an appointment at this really good one not far from here. You'll love it I promise" he sounded excited but Yoongi just groaned

"Just please let me go. I'll try to take more breaks in between I promise" he started to whine, his body screaming desperately for much-needed rest

But Namjoon only shook his head "That's the plan and that's final. I'll drag you there if I have to"

"Okay. Okay I'll do it just let me get to bed. Please" if he weren't so sleep deprived he would have rather shoved his way through Namjoon's human barricade but well, that sadly wasn't the case

Namjoon lit up and immediately helped Yoongi off the couch to bring him to his room "Perfect! I'll ring first thing in the morning"

Yoongi only nodded slowly and waved him off, mumbling some curses under his breath as they walked into his room and as soon as Namjoon let go he let himself fall, sighing as he felt the familiar feel of soft mattress underneath.

He was out like a light.

He woke up to his alarm, groaning at the loud noise blaring through his ears and hitting directly against his brain.

A headache. Just great.

He didn't stop groaning, nearly falling off his bed in the process of trying to roll out of it. The all-nighters and dozen coffees probably weren't the best routine-idea he’s ever had.

He felt like shit. But he didn’t dwell on it.

He’s plan was to go to the kitchen to start his day with a coffee; the first out of another dozen he guessed; until he noticed that he couldn't. His door was locked.

Fucking locked.

Rattling at the door, he got more furious by the second. "Namjoon!" he barked "Did you lock me into my fucking room?" He yelled for him again when he didn't hear anything

"Yep" he heard the shout back

"What the fuck!"

"I told you, you're going to stay at home today and you agreed. Luckily I know you well enough to know that you'd try this" his voice sounded closer this time "You're going to stay in this room and do anything but work, then I'm going to drive you to the parlour. You'll feel better afterwards I promise. You're going to feel brand new in that worn-down body of yours" He was right in front of the door by now

"Open the door right now or I swear I'll-"

"I'm used to your threats by now so they're no use" Namjoon deadpanned "Go to sleep Yoongi or I'll knock you out so that your body has a chance to rest, you inconsiderate idiot"

"You can't just lock me in here! I'm a grown man and I can do whatever-"

"Yeah you might be but you're a man with absolutely zero consideration for the body you're inhabiting. So fuck off and rest for once.” he continued humorously “I'm going to work! See you"

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He got pulled through the door so fast he didn’t even know what happened. All he knew was that Namjoon grabbed him, threw him into the car, drove like an idiot , nearly crashed into a fire hydrant, ended up here and yeeted him through the parlour door in a way Yoongi seriously started to question time, space and his life. All while managing to not utter a single word; which made the whole situation even weirder.

Namjoon was busy talking to the receptionist behind the wooden desk so all Yoongi could do was look around, analyse every nook and cranny just to find a meagre flaw to use as excuse and get out of here. He really didn’t fancy getting touched by a stranger; especially on areas that were anything other than his hands.

The reception desk was right at the front and beside it was a small, cozy looking sitting area. Past the desk led a hall to several doors on each side, probably various Massage rooms. It seemed clean and the receptionist friendly

Just like Yoongi had always imagined shops with services like this – basically using those he always saw on TV as his base of knowledge

Shit there wasn’t anything wrong with this place on first glance. And what the hell could he say anyway to make Namjoon let him off the hook?

The receptionist seems too friendly? The waiting area too comfy? The floor too clean?

Nope he was fuck-

“Hyung?”

“Huh?”

Both Namjoon and the receptionist were looking at him expectantly

“Mr. Park asked you to wait in room 4” Yoongi met the Man’s eyes then flickered shortly down to his chest, where his nametag read Jimin Park

“It’s the second door on the right. Taehyung will be with you shortly so just get comfortable”    

“Taehyung?” was that a name they used for woman nowadays?

Jimin nodded curtly, showing a friendly smile “Your Masseur”

Yoongi blanked for a second before he gave a quick  "ok” as response and hurriedly scurried towards room number 4.

The room was smaller and darker than the foyer but nevertheless it gave off a rather warm vibe, a lavender scent in the room hitting his nostrils instantly and soothing him slightly. In the middle stood a massage table with a hole in the top – probably to squeeze your face through. The rest of the room was just filled with a cabinet and a stool.

He took a deep breath, inhaling the scented whatever that floated the room. He was really nervous.

How does this work? Should he already strip? How many clothing items should he even get rid of? Or should he just wait? Jimin did tell him to get com-

Upon hearing the door open he nearly tripped with how quick he turned.

And then there he stood, like a deer caught in headlights, staring with shock-filled eyes at a complete stranger. A rather handsome one, he had to admit.

“So you must be Mr. Min” he spoke with a smile “it’s nice to meet you. My name’s Taehyung and I will be the one who’s going to be touching you today”

Yoongi wondered if this was a dream and if he should just punch himself in the face despite the answer to that, muscles seizing up even more, eyes widening in plain anxiousness. His masseur seemed to catch on to that, eyes also parting a bit further as he watched the display of sheer terror.

“Uh..” he started awkwardly “I’m sorry I thought I was being funny. You know, break the ice and..stuff” he grimaced, scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment.

Yoongi just nodded but not trusting his vocal cords to fabricate words right now.

He realized that this was really happening. Unless he pukes all over the room or faints right on the spot he won’t be able to get out of this. Namjoon is waiting right outside and if he makes a run for it - he'll notice.

Taehyung shut the door and began walking further into the room, heading for the cabinet and setting something on top of it- probably ignoring the way Yoongi flinched at the sound.

“So what massage option did you choose?” he asked with his back still turned

“Uh” Yoongi had no clue “M-My friend set me up for this so I- I don’t really know”

Did he just fucking stutter!?

Taehyung hummed “Ok no problem I’ll just check your profile” he turned to face the other, eyes meeting

And Yoongi was able to really look at him for the first time. He looked like he was in his early twenties, black, longish hair that fell over his forehead casually, a straight nose, full rosy lips, ears that could’ve been too big but complemented him perfectly and tanned skin that reminded him of honey.

He was brought out of his thoughts by Taehyung starting to move back to the door “You can strip and get comfortable under the towel. I’ll be back and knock on the door, just tell me if you’re ready or not.” He spoke calmly, grabbing the handle

Yoongi froze again “Strip?”

Taehyung also halted and turned around halfway “yeah for the massage” he smiled warmly “we don’t have a massive variety of massages but for most of them I need to be able to reach as much muscle as possible. Unless you chose a foot massage?”

Would Namjoon make such a fuss just over a foot massage? Nah he doubted that. So he shook his head

The masseur huffed an amused laugh “Well then I’ll need you out of those layers” he pointed at Yoongi’s black jeans and sweater with a certain glint in his eyes that Yoongi failed to notice

“Again, I’ll knock so just tell me if you need more time” and with that he left the room

So he decided to do just that. Strip

But to what extend? He didn’t know. And for him it was another reason to have another inner crisis.

Down to his trousers? To his underwear? Or completely nude? He just started to undress and by the time the expected knock came from the door he stood there in only his underwear, not knowing how much the young masseur wanted him to wear and he only had a few seconds to decide. All in or chicken out?

“Mr. Min? Are you ready?”

“Yeah just, just give me a second”      

and Yoongi just yanked the only clothing item left on his body down his legs – flinging it to the rest of his poorly folded pile and hurrying to the bed to get under the white sheet. Again he was overwhelmed with the decision of how much of himself he should cover with the cloth but he just decided to pull it all the way up to his neck.

Taehyung can fix it, if he needs to

Another knock resounded through the room “Ready?” And Yoongi heard himself call out a short “Yes!” – Probably a bit too harsh for a completely relaxed client about to get a massage

The door opened and in strolled his masseur with towels and various bottles in hand “I see you’ve made yourself comfortable” he spoke in a light tone and Yoongi just stayed quiet, not knowing if Taehyung was expecting a response.

“So” he continued, lowering his voice, perfectly fitting into the relaxing atmosphere with his fruity voice “I’ve brought multiple scented oils with me. Do you have any preferences or should I read them out loud and you pick or how do you want to do it?”

Yoongi thought about if he wanted to smell anything in particular right now but his mind was blank except anxiousness and the feeling of the table hole straining his face. At least he knew that he wasn’t going to get any extra wrinkles by lying here.

“No not really” he remembered to answer “You can pick if you like”

Taehyung gave a hum of acknowledgement “Alright. I can do that” From his position on the bed he heard rustling, the water tab running and stopping again. Footsteps followed – wandering from left to right. Then suddenly he felt a touch at his shoulder and he flinched, not expecting it.

“Oh sorry I should’ve said something” Taehyung apologized but Yoongi laughed it off nervously “It’s fine. I should have been ready for it”

With that the touch was back “I’m going to move the sheet to your lower back ok?”

After Yoongi consented he started lifting the fabric, Yoongi tensing at the feel of cold air hitting his bare back. “Good? I’m going to start with your arms alright?”

Yoongi noticed that Taehyung now tried to talk him through all the movements – Probably noticing his hesitance which didn’t take a body language expert to say the least. He confirmed another time and so he felt Taehyung’s fingers on him once again, slicked up with a rosy-smelling oil and starting to massage down the side of his right arm with a pressure that instantly soothed him.

“The pressure okay? Just speak up if you want it harder or softer” and the other only grunted, too lazy to move his mouth The masseur continued to stroke his arm, sometimes wedging his thumb into a knot below his armpit and eliciting a groan from the older.

Once he was done with the first arm he moved to the other to repeat the pattern.

“I’m going to move to your back now. Feel free to mention any areas you might have problems with” he spoke up again, voice low

“Everywhere” the other deadpanned

“What?”

“My back always hurts. Everywhere” when he didn’t get a response he continued “I work a job that requires a lot of sitting and -well – my friends like to say that I’m quite the workaholic” he elaborated further

“Alright” The masseur answered, sounding in thought “then with which part do you have problems the most?”

Yoongi mulled the question over in his head, thinking about different situations where he had to deal with back pain – which were a lot

“Well I think my lower back kills me a bit more than the rest” he chuckled drily “I have shit posture in general”

“Then I’ll do your upper back first and spend a bit more time on your lower back” the other suggested

“You’re the professional” Yoongi shrugged, which he assumed only looked like a light shoulder lift in his position but Taehyung got it anyway

So he started working his shoulders, feeling the other literally melt under his fingers and hearing him yelp once or twice when he tried to dig out a particularly tight knot. “Well even if you hadn’t told me about your back I would have felt it” he began “it’s like I’m massaging stone”

And he heard the older laugh for the first time, apparently finding the worrying state of his shoulders funny “Well it’s good that I warned ya then isn’t it?” he shot back playfully

Taehyung smiled and continued to press his fingers into different pressure points

“So what do you do for living then, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Uhm I’m a producer” came the muffled reply

“Oh? Impressive” he grinned “Well did you work on any songs that I might know?”

“I work more with Rap Artists so if you’re into that scenery you might- AH”

“Sorry” Taehyung apologized sheepishly, moving away from the base of his neck for the time being. “I do like Rap actually” the masseur continued the conversation “It’s not my main genre but I do listen to a few artists. So shoot! Maybe I’ll know someone” he encouraged

“Okay uhm- do you know Zico for instance? Or J-Hope? I’ve worked a lot with them until now” he paused, thinking “I’ve worked with DEAN as well. I don’t know if you might know him he’s more in the R&B scene -uh and I did a bit of stuff for a few kpop bands as well.”

“I actually know all of those artists!” The other exclaimed “Wow so you are quite the bigshot huh?” he teased

Yoongi chuckled “Nah nothing like that”

Taehyung hummed “Someone’s being modest here I see." He smiled "If I’m allowed to ask, how was it working with J-Hope? I’ve heard quite a lot about him, isn’t he like - one of the biggest Rappers in Korea? I mean, I’ve listened to his music and the lyrics sound so sincere. Like he’s telling a proper story, you know? I also love how he's not so stuck on Rap, there are quite a few songs from his that are slower, more emotional if that makes sense. I like to say I'm a fan”

Yoongi chuckled quietly at Taehyung’s excitement

“He’s really good to work with. Knows what he wants but is always open for change or another’s opinion, which in return allows him to try new stuff and see a perspective of things that he’s not familiar with himself. So yeah Hobi’s an amazing artist and an even better person. Not to mention a literal ray of sunshine so I enjoy working with him every time” he felt his mouth pull into a smile at the thought of Hoseok. He should text him again some time.

Taehyung's hands continued down Yoongi’s back “Wow you sound like you’re very fond of him. So I’m guessing by how you just called him that you know him more than just a co-worker? You friends?”

“Yeah. He’s the total social type so he gets on with literally anyone – well if he wants to that is. Even if you’re the grumpiest human on the planet he’ll get you to like him.” He chuckled breathily as the memory of their first meeting flooded his mind. God did he want to lock Hoseok into the toilet back then so that he wouldn’t have to hear his laugh every fucking 10 seconds.

Now it was one of his most favorite features that came with Hoseok, that made him - him. “I feel like we complete each other, as cheesy as it sounds. He’s so lively and I’m- well not that much. We’re complete opposites but I could never get mad or annoyed with him because I know that he always wants what's best for me. Fuck sorry that got a bit too deep didn’t it? Didn’t even notice I was rambling..” he trailed off quietly

Gosh was he friend-whipped

“You really adore him don’t you?” Taehyung answered after a while of comfortable silence

“I guess.. Again sorry, you didn’t need to know all that”

“It’s more than alright Mr. Min trust me. I asked didn’t i? It’s nice to hear about a person living a life in public; how he’s in private and not just how the tabloids portray him. How you just described him makes me instantly want to meet him.” He laughed

“Yoongi”

Taehyung’s hands faltered slightly “Sorry?”

“Call me Yoongi. After what I just told you I would feel uncomfortable if you keep calling me Mr. Min” he huffed “But yeah maybe if you’re up to it someday I can introduce you to him. He’s always excited to meet new people”

“I’d be more than just up for it” He answered quickly, smile seeping through his voice “So I’m done with your back is it okay if we move on to your legs now?”

“Right yeah” Yoongi felt the sheet being lifted from his lower back and settle lower, right before his back rounded into his arse. He realized that his breath caught a little in his throat at the mere thought of being exposed like that.

He had to admit to himself that he hadn’t gotten laid in ages due to being pent up in his studio nearly all of the time.

Damn, fuck Namjoon and his fucking valid points.

Plus, he had no idea why that thought just crossed his mind in the middle of a massage, when the masseur wasn’t even near an area where it would be acceptable to have thoughts like this. Not that it was acceptable in the first place.

And once this thought had broken through the barrier it had created a hole for more. And Taehyung’s hands really didn’t make it any better. More like the opposite, funny enough

The young masseur was now busy with kneading the flesh around Yoongi’s hips, pushing his thumbs into the muscles. Sometimes his fingers would slip a little lower- maybe a milli-centimetre under the sheet to reach the skin and that alone made Yoongi’s thoughts spiral

And it just felt so good.

Taehyung was moving his hands perfectly, with expertise and found just the right pressure for Yoongi to feel it through his muscles straight to his core. And that’s when he didn’t catch himself fast enough to notice the sound that just escaped his mouth. Only when Taehyung halted, did his eyes fly open in horror, realising how that moan just sounded. He knew it sounded dirty. But the other must have recognized it as a moan of pain-relief or something along those lines because he continued, moving his hands as if nothing happened.

After that embarrassing incident Yoongi made sure to keep quiet before he made another fool of himself. But that caution flew out the window rapidly when the Taehyung first began massaging tightly into his calves, then moving up to the back of his thighs. He spread his thumb and forefinger and slid up to where he had lifted the white cloth off his legs and back down again.

And sometimes – just sometimes – his thumb would slip toward his inner thigh and Yoongi felt it every time with an intensity, he didn’t want to admit. He begged Taehyung in his head to let off that spot. To avoid it. But he didn’t utter a word and sadly the masseur was no mind reader. So after a few times of slipping, Taehyung just gave up and just let his thumb slide freely. Over his inner thigh.

And yoongi felt himself twitch. Fucking twitch on a fucking massage table in a massage parlour getting a fucking massage from an unbelievable handsome young man. Yep these thoughts definitely made it better.

He cursed himself. He never guessed he would be the type to get a semi hard-on during a massage but his fingers were just. So. Good. The way he pushed his fingers into sore spots and how he dipped into his skin just to soothen it back out afterwards.

“Is it ok?” he heard the soft voice “You haven’t said anything in a while” Yoongi could just grunt hoping he understood it as the consent to continue. And he did, to the elders relief. It even seemed like the feedback spurred him on, his fingers digging into his skin a bit harder, drawing circles a bitdeeper.

And then his finger ground hard against his inner thigh and it caught Yoongi by surprise. Which led a deep grunt to escape his throat. But this time Taehyung didn’t stop and only ground over the inside more often, with more pressure – obviously noting that Yoongi seemed to squirm whenever he let his fingers glide over the skin there.

Laying on the table he started feeling too restricted, too crushed and he really didn’t know how he was supposed to get out of this without the masseur noticing. The said man started to switch legs, starting the same routine on the other. But this time he knew which buttons to press.

Yoongi had been fairly quiet throughout the massage but once he pressed there, he saw the other tense. Felt it.

And he liked it. The way Yoongi was trying to keep it together but wasn't aware of how tight his grip on the cloth below him had gotten. The way his moans sounded absolutely filthy and Taehyung couldn't stop imagining how sweet he would sound if Yoongi let him touch him. Properly. Because Taehyung wanted too. Really wanted too.

He knew this wasn't professional and normally he wouldn't encourage this. This has never really happened before. Of course he had clients that were moaners, or had fetishes that Taehyung really didn't want to feed. But Yoongi was different. He was rough around the edges and looked intimidating as hell. But he had the biggest heart for people that he cared about, even if he didn't like to admit it.

And he was just so fucking pretty. He wanted to ruin that porcelain skin the moment he saw it without fabric blocking his sight. And just the thought of tearing him down, to make him leave his tough facade so that he's only left with broken sobs and a chant of Taehyung's name on his tongue. Yeah. Now that's what he really wanted to witness

So the same process occurred, Taehyung paying more attention to the inner thighs and Yoongi trying not to drool or rut against the bed. But the next thing Yoongi knew, he was letting out a long, guttural, breathy moan, not even trying to hold back and he felt himself leak onto the table beneath him. The young masseur had decided to take both his hands and deliberately press and grind up and down his inner thighs.

He did it again, just to test, and again Yoongi couldn’t help himself; The moan escaped and his breath was shaky, desperately trying to get his act together but it was just so hard

“Taehyung” he groaned, half-biting into the fabric of his face hole

The other hummed in acknowledgement

“W-What are you doing?”

“Why. Don’t you like it” it wasn’t a question and as to confirm, he ran both his thumbs down the inside of Yoongi’s thighs until he reached the bed underneath with both, so close to his already painfully squashed dick but yet so far. Yoongi nearly whined at how sensitive he was but was able to not embarrass himself entirely - though a whimper still made it past his lips

“Taehyung stop I-I’m going to-“ another swipe; this time back towards his ass, grazing it lightly with his nails

“ghn”

“Seems to me that you like it Hyung. I mean look at you. Trying to act like you’re not half-rutting against the fucking bed” Yoongi’s eyes flew open. He hadn’t even noticed-

“Oh don’t stop just because I caught you now. But if you really want me to stop…just say the word” His voice was sincere; the complete opposite of his fingers that wandered further and over his cheeks, giving them a good squeeze and spreading the oil over his ass at the same time. Yoongi could feel the fingers wander towards his crack slowly and then hesitating

“Can I?” Taehyung sounded unsure

“Please” came his strained reply. And from there on he knew it himself - he was oh so fucked