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Taehyung doesn't tell anyone else what gives him the idea in the first place, because he doesn't want to embarrass his best friend and soulmate, but.

But it starts when he accidentally walks in on Jimin crying and jerking off in the shower.

Separately, neither of those things are unusual, although the sight of Jimin crying will always make his chest ache. Taehyung apologizes and then patiently waits outside the door for Jimin to finish, letting himself back into the bathroom after the water shuts off with a fuzzy towel he knows feels nice and open arms. 

Jimin hiccups out a laugh and lets himself be hugged until Taehyung shyly admits he still has to pee, the reason he walked in on Jimin to begin with.

Jimin sleeps in Taehyung's bed that night, exhausted, both of them cuddling and talking and Taehyung giving Jimin every ounce of comfort that he can. They've all had their share of rough moments lately, random bouts of sadness or frustration or keeping to themselves, and Taehyung knows there's not much he can really do about it in the grand scheme of things. That's just life, and sometimes it sucks.

What he can do, though, is plan something to bring them together as a group, sort of like the trip he planned a couple years ago that was just the kind of healing they all desperately needed at the time.

This is... a different sort of healing that Taehyung has in mind now. A riskier one, maybe. (Although Yoongi's undercooked meat two years ago was certainly a risk on its own.)

He approaches Namjoon about it first. Not just because Namjoon is the leader, but because he has a very calm way of listening to what Taehyung has to say, no judgment, and Taehyung values his wisdom on matters like this.

"Wait, like, butt sex? With each other?" Namjoon asks, voice cracking, and Taehyung groans.

"Hyung. How is that all you took away from everything I just said?" Taehyung laid out his whole plan, about turning their living room into a blanket fort with pillows and lights, making everything comfortable and relaxing and then yeah, okay, so he admits the orgy proposition might seem a little sudden, but is it really that ridiculous to think about? "It doesn't have to be just butt sex. Just... pleasure."

"With each other."

"You say that like we've never fooled around before."

Namjoon sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. "Ah, he's going to bring up the porn thing again—"

"It was bonding!" Taehyung insists. His face is still warm from opening up to Namjoon, bringing up the idea of sex, but at least they can joke about it with each other so it's not too awkward. "If we can all jerk off in the same room five years ago then why is the idea of a romantic evening for seven so bad?"

"Taehyung-ah," Namjoon says, smiling gently. "I'm not saying it's a bad idea, just that it's a strange one. I really like the part about getting together and bonding, at least, I think we could use that. Every other meeting we've had lately has felt so stiff."

"And you know what's a good way to relieve tension?" Taehyung asks, already grinning when Namjoon's face scrunches.

"Having private time alone in our rooms?"

"No, doing it all together, supporting each other. Bonding." Taehyung knows his enthusiasm can be infectious, and it must be working, because Namjoon turns in his chair and touches his chin, clearly thinking it over. "It's an exercise in vulnerability, and understanding each other better. A chance to feel something good as a group, like when we create music together, that easy feeling, you know? I think it could be like that."

"That's very beautifully put," Namjoon says, his smile gentle again, almost proud. Taehyung soaks up the praise because he can't not. "Do you want me to send a message out? To, ah, warn everyone."

"Invite, not warn," Taehyung says with a pout, and Namjoon just shakes his head, maybe exasperated, maybe a little fond. "But yeah, that would be good. Make a group chat?"

"Okay, that sounds good. If everyone is up for it we can decide on a day together, but do you want to be in charge of setting up? Decorating, getting stuff ready?"

"Yeah, sure, I can recruit Jimin to help. Hyung..." Taehyung glances down at his fingernails for a moment before shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket. "You really think everyone will agree?"

Namjoon shrugs. "I can't say for sure, but like you said, we've all experimented a little. And... and it has a been a while since any of us have been social, since we've had opportunity to, well."

"Hook up."

Namjoon hums. "No hooking up and a lot of stress, a lot of disappointment. I think we could all use something like this, actually."

Taehyung doesn't question it when he gets the sudden urge to hug Namjoon, just stands up and walks over to his chair, leaning down to wrap his arms around Namjoon's shoulders. He's warm and solid, smells good like the sweatshirt he's wearing just got washed, and Taehyung melts when Namjoon hugs him back.

"Hyung. Thank you."

"Of course. Our Taehyung is always thinking of the group when we're down, we're lucky to have him."

"Ai Namjoon-hyung, are you trying to make me cry?" Taehyung whines dramatically, squeezing him tighter until Namjoon shoves him off.



Taehyung decides to tell Jimin in person because Jimin has soulmate privileges, and all he gets is a burst of laughter, and then Jimin leaning into his arm and saying, "Taehyung-ah. Just say you want to suck some dick and go."

Taehyung sulks a little. Jimin isn't... completely wrong, but that's also not what it's about, for Taehyung. He really wants everyone to feel better and be on the same page with each other, wants to see their laughs and see them all share moments of pleasure. 

Plus he just doesn't want to catch Jimin crying while jerking off in the shower again, because that was heartbreaking and it also kind of turned Taehyung on a little.

Namjoon's message goes out later that evening, right before the time some of them usually get food delivered or Jungkook will be done with his Experimental Pizza Recipe of the Day. Hoseok replies right away, as usual.

Hoseok: namjoon-ssi
Hoseok: you make it sound so formal ㅋㅋㅋ
Hoseok: i'm up for it though it sounds fun!

Jungkook: wait is this for real?
Jungkook: does 'shared intimacy and pleasure without shame' really mean...

Hoseok: group sex JK,,, keep up 😉

Namjoon: it means
Namjoon: oh hoseok beat me to it but yes that

Yoongi: sure
Yoongi: just let me know when

Jimin: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ jungkookie's reply
Jimin: taetae already told me but i'm in

Seokjin: one question
Seokjin: what if when the day rolls around
Seokjin: i'm low on en-orgy

Yoongi: ugh

Jimin: HYUNG

Namjoon: hyung no

Jungkook: i can hear hobi-hyung laughing from the kitchen ㅋㅋㅋ



When the day does finally come, Jimin and Jungkook both end up helping Taehyung set the living room up like he wants to, and then Hoseok comes out to help too with an armful of more pillows and a bright smile on his face.

"I'm nervous," Taehyung admits, helping Jungkook hang some fairy lights in the hallway because they have some strands leftovers, and Jungkook hums a little questioning sound.

"Nervous? About the sex part?"

"No. Well— kind of. I'm nervous about everyone enjoying themselves."

"Ohh." Jungkook's face wrinkles in thought before he tilts his head and says, "Hyung, I don't think that... at this point, anyone would agree to something they don't want. Even Jin-hyung and Namjoon-hyung have a past, we've all done some stuff with each other," at this, Jungkook's cheeks get a little pinker, but Taehyung doesn't call him out for it, "so don't worry. Yoongi-hyung brought up the safeword thing and plus, like, even if one of us changes our mind or says no to something, it's not that big of a deal, right? We've never had trouble respecting those differences between us. If that makes sense."

"No, it does," Taehyung says, hooking his chin over Jungkook's shoulder and sighing. He slides his arms around Jungkook from behind as an afterthought — the lights are done, they were kind of just messing around — and likes the heat that curls in his belly when he realizes how slender Jungkook's waist is, imagines seeing him naked with the rest of the members in a context so wonderfully different from a crowded dressing room. "You're so wise, yah, are you the hyung now? Jungkookie-hyung?"

"Don't make me use my safeword," Jungkook mumbles, and Taehyung muffles his giddy laugh into the back of Jungkook's shoulder.

"Taehyung-ah, how's this?" Hoseok asks. Taehyung detaches from Jungkook to go look at the blanket fort Jimin and Hoseok have been working on.

He gasps, completely sincere, his face lighting up. "Wah, you got the blankets to stay up?"

The roof of the fort consists of some white mosquito netting and billowy, lightweight blankets pulled up to a point in the middle of the living room and draped out above the couches. It leaves plenty of room for seven bodies, and with thicker, comfier blankets laid out on the floor and pillows at the edges of the furniture, the effect is just... cozy. Welcoming and soft, which is exactly the kind of feeling Taehyung was hoping for.

The other three come out from their rooms and join them one-by-one, all of them automatically settling in close to each other on the floor and couches despite all the space in their living room. Taehyung thinks that this, without a doubt, is when his members are most beautiful — in pajamas with no makeup, everyone clean-smelling and comfortable, at least a little well-rested from their day off.

They talk for a while, about trivial stuff and then some heavier topics, about their feelings, taking turns listening to each other. There's laughter and reminiscing, pain and longing too, but it's so nice to see them all start to relax. To see them lean into each other, to see the love and empathy in all of their faces. 

Taehyung holds Jimin's hand and starts to nuzzle at his neck, and it's Hoseok who speaks up, "Oh, is it that time now, Taehyung-ah?"

Taehyung blinks, lifting his head up. "Huh? What time?"

"Pretty sure he's talking about sex," Jungkook answers for him. Hoseok laughs brightly, and Jimin squeezes Taehyung's hand.

"I mean we can— whenever, ah, I was just getting comfy."

Namjoon moves his leg and somehow almost has an abandoned bowl of popcorn tipping over — Hoseok gasps, grabbing it, and Seokjin's exasperated "Namjoon-ah!" is a familiar tension-breaker — and then he clears his throat and says, "We should talk about that now, like, if everyone's still on board. What we want. Even if we know some of each other's preferences, it's okay to only want to do certain things this time, there's no pressure."

They all glance at each other for a moment, like no one wants to be the first to speak, and then Yoongi says, "I'm pretty good with my mouth, so, you know."

Jimin bursts into laughter.

"What? Yah, Park Jimin-ah, what?"

Jimin just waves his hand in apology to Yoongi, still smiling enough that his eyes scrunch up with it.

"Hobi-hyung and I, earlier we, ah," Jungkook starts to say and then pauses, his ears flushing pink.

"Jungkook and I took a shower together earlier and helped get each other ready after, so we're both good for bottoming, is what he's trying to say."

"Oh, wow," Jimin says with wide eyes, and Taehyung has to agree. Not that the idea of Jungkook and Hoseok fooling around is new, but the sudden images that flood his mind, maybe Jungkook pushing Hoseok up against the wall of the shower and kissing his neck, or Hoseok bending Jungkook over the bathroom counter and working his fingers inside...

Taehyung spreads his legs a little, and Jimin glances over at him with a knowing look.

"Okay, well, just going for complete honesty here," Namjoon says, staring up at the roof of the blanket fort like he can't make himself meet any of their stares. "I'd rather not do anal, like, receiving. I'm not opposed to it, but I just... I have a problem loosening up for it? So it's more tedious for me than anything."

Yoongi starts laughing softly to himself, and just about everyone except Namjoon raises their eyebrows.

"Hyung," Jungkook says, staring wide-eyed at Yoongi. "You and Namjoon-hyung—"

"No, no, we haven't fucked, but he's already told me about this. His problem being too tight."

"It is a problem! And I told you that in confidence!"

"You also just told everyone else in confidence, I was just confirming your story."

"It's fine," Hoseok interrupts, smiling when he reaches out to lay a hand on Namjoon's arm. "Having a preference is fine. Jin-hyung, you didn't want to bottom either, right?"

Seokjin has his arms crossed and he blinks, sitting up straighter. "Like Namjoon said, I'm not opposed, it's just, ah. A bit of a mental thing for me. I have to really be in the mood for it." He glances quickly at Yoongi when he says it, and Taehyung thinks, Oh.

Jungkook raises his hand, and Jimin laughs and pulls his arm back down. "Stop that, just say it."

"I want to fuck Namjoon-hyung's thighs. If he's okay with that."

Namjoon sputters, eyes wide, and then says, "Uh, I guess. Yes. I would be okay with that."

"Cool."

"I want to say I can't believe you just said that, but I can believe it," Taehyung says with a grin. Jungkook doesn't look too regretful either, pulling a pillow into his lap and getting a short laugh from Hoseok when he does.

"Taehyung and I are up for whatever," Jimin says, stretching out his legs, wiggling his toes. "Bottoming or topping. Rough or gentle. Oh, but we both really like praise."

"Jimin-ah," Taehyung whines softly, trying to hide his face against Jimin's shoulder when an embarrassed heat floods his cheeks, but Jimin just laughs.

"What? It's good that they know. I'd want to know if Namjoon-hyung likes being called oppa..."

"Uh, no comment."

"Or if Jungkook likes being called a needy little slut," Jimin continues, and Jungkook's eyebrows furrow.

"I never said I like that."

"You and Hoseokie-hyung aren't as quiet as you think you are."

Jungkook ducks his head down, hugging the pillow to his chest a little tighter, and Taehyung has these weird, conflicting urges to ruffle Jungkook's hair but also maybe push him down and slide two fingers inside him while he's still hugging the pillow. "Well he just— the way he says stuff, I don't mind it, that doesn't mean it's a thing for me."

"Let's maybe leave the 'sluts' out of this orgy," Seokjin says, and then Jimin starts laughing again when Hoseok pretends to get up and leave. "But praise is good, who doesn't like praise?"

"I like it messy," Jungkook speaks up.

"Oh, cool, me too," Taehyung says, and reaches across Jimin's lap with his free hand to high-five Jungkook. It makes Jungkook's face scrunch happily before he continues, "I don't mind come on my face or inside, or just. I like being told I'm wet? Ah, 's embarrassing."

"It's not," Hoseok and Yoongi say at the same time, sharing a nervous laugh. Jungkook's words noticeably shift the mood a little, less casual banter and more like they're all imagining this for real now.

"Great," Namjoon chokes out. "So is everyone okay with no condoms then? Would anyone rather use one?"

Everyone shakes their head. There's a moment where it seems like they're all waiting to see if someone else is going to speak up, but when no one does, Taehyung takes matters into his own hands.

By which he means he pulls Jimin into his lap and kisses him.

Jimin laughs against his lips, startled and breathless, and then slowly starts kissing back. This is something they've done before — recently, even, when Taehyung was feeling a little touch-starved and Jimin was feeling affectionate — but never really in front of the others. Not like this.

Taehyung slides his hands up Jimin's sides, brings his body a little closer and kisses him deeply, swallowing Jimin's moan. He loves the plush feel of Jimin's lips moving with his own, the way Jimin shivers when Taehyung sucks on his tongue or bites at his lip. They get lost in it, not because of their audience but in spite of it, and it takes Jungkook's hand sliding into Taehyung's hair to bring them out of it.

Jimin pulls back, eyes wide as he glances between Jungkook and Taehyung. "Oh. Jungkook-ah. Do you want to...?"

"Both," Jungkook says, glancing at the rest of the hyungs for a moment as if waiting for permission. Heat unfurls in Taehyung's belly at all their gazes, expressions ranging from delight (Hoseok) to careful want (Yoongi). "I want to kiss you both. I mean, I want to kiss all of you," he admits in a softer voice, not quite shy but hesitant again, as if anyone would object to that.

"Good, because we want to kiss you too," Jimin says, sliding a hand around the back of Jungkook's neck and pulling him in close, both of them closing their eyes as their lips meet.

Taehyung has had his share of wild experiences, but there is something quietly different about watching two people he loves so much kiss right in front of him, watching their lips move and appreciating the line of Jungkook's jaw, the pink of Jimin's tongue, the hunger in the way they explore each other. He rubs his hands over Jimin's hips, around his back to settle over his ass, and Jimin laughs into Jungkook's mouth.

"I think TaeTae is getting impatient," Jimin whispers to Jungkook like it's a secret, and Jungkook blinks his eyes open to stare at Taehyung, the heavy look jolting heat into Taehyung's belly. Jimin stands up from Taehyung's lap and moves over to Seokjin, who doesn't seem surprised to suddenly find himself with a lapful of Jimin.

Taehyung swallows when Jimin and Seokjin kiss for what he is pretty sure is the first time. Because they... really don't act like it is.

Seokjin kisses Jimin with a confidence and a roughness that Taehyung is mesmerized by. Maybe that's just how he kisses in general, but the hand at the side of Jimin's face, the movement of his lips, the sounds of their breaths all fuel Taehyung's growing arousal.

"Hyung," Jungkook says, turning Taehyung's face with gentle fingers, tilting his head. "Kiss me like that."

So Taehyung does. Or at least tries to, but it's kind of hard to compete with Seokjin's effortless, mature sensuality. The hunger comes naturally, though, once Jungkook parts his lips for Taehyung's and starts to make soft whining noises in his throat the harder Taehyung kisses. Jungkook leans closer, curls his fingers into the front of Taehyung's shirt and inhales sharply when Taehyung changes the angle, kisses deeper, makes it wet.

They break apart at the sound of Jimin's laugh to find him trading kisses with both Yoongi and Hoseok, Hoseok settled over Yoongi's lap and Jimin leaning in next to them. Taehyung catches Jungkook watching them with wide, interested eyes and parted lips, still slick from his kisses with Taehyung. He gives Jungkook a pat on the thigh.

"Go kiss Namjoon-hyung, he looks lonely."

"Oh," Jungkook says, eyes still wide. "Fuck, I— I forgot that's allowed for a second?"

Namjoon laughs, unmistakable fondness in his expression, and Taehyung almost misses Jungkook straddling Namjoon's lap because of how Hoseok presses Seokjin into the couch, kissing him deeply.

The sound of all their breathing, their deep kisses, is both overwhelming and welcome. Taehyung wishes they could film this, if only so he wouldn't miss anything.

Watching Namjoon and Jungkook's lips touch for the first time is so sweet, so satisfying because Taehyung knows how much they've both yearned for this — maybe Jungkook for a little longer, but they've certainly both thought about it. Joked about it, and foolishly never did anything about it.

Their noses bump at first and they both smile and tilt their heads, Taehyung's heart clenching when their smiles don't immediately disappear, the kisses tentative and happy and then finally deeper, consuming. Jungkook tries to press himself closer to Namjoon's body and moans when Namjoon kisses him harder in turn, hands sliding around Jungkook's small waist.

Taehyung huffs out a short, giddy laugh and then starts to undress.

"Oh," Jimin says, stumbling back over to Taehyung once his pants and underwear are off, leaving him naked and half-hard, goosebumps covering his skin. "Good idea."

Taehyung grins as Jimin undresses too, and then they're all breaking kisses and untangling from each other to get undressed, unhurried and without much embarrassment. They're familiar with each other's bodies in some ways — although the ink on Jungkook's arm never gets less hot, the muscles everyone has, the slimness of Jungkook and Hoseok and Jimin's hips — but it still takes a moment to get used to letting himself stare, their bare thighs and dark cocks and sharp hipbones, all different but all beautiful.

Jungkook is the only one fully hard, and Taehyung resists the urge to tease him (it's hot, if anything, that just kissing has gotten him so worked up already) and instead reaches up to pinch his nipples, making Jungkook gasp.

"Hyung!"

"Are your nipples off-limits?"

Jungkook's face wrinkles. "No, just. I don't know. Don't be too rough with them."

Namjoon moves closer to Jungkook on the couch, and Taehyung almost laughs at the way Jungkook's gaze drops straight to Namjoon's lap, his dick apparently enough of a distraction that he isn't expecting it when Namjoon starts to rub his fingertips over one of Jungkook's stiff nipples.

Jungkook gasps, a soft ah, and tips his head back.

"Is that okay?"

"That's— yeah, I mean." Jungkook looks flustered by Namjoon's forwardness, but Taehyung doesn't blame him. When Namjoon gets confident like this it's stupidly hot. "I don't like that all the attention is on me right now."

"Don't you?" Hoseok asks, and Jungkook shoots him a betrayed look that just makes Hoseok laugh. "Sorry, sorry. So what's next? What are we doing?"

"I think maybe we should just go with it, you know, at least until all of us are hard," Yoongi says. Taehyung agrees, but also it's hard to look at Yoongi and not just want to bite his pink nipples. "Jungkook-ah. Why haven't you kissed me yet? I thought I was your favorite."

"I only said that because you bought me meat," Jungkook says cheerfully, but he gets up and moves over to the couch Yoongi is sitting on, close enough to Seokjin that their bare thighs touch, and Taehyung wonders if anyone else is struck with the wild, sudden urge to straddle both their laps at the same time.

Hoseok settles on the floor and pulls Taehyung back against his chest, lips brushing his neck with light kisses that make him shiver. "Wanna watch them while I get you ready, Taehyung-ah? You're still okay if I finger you?"

"Oh, yeah," Taehyung says, beaming at Jimin when he tosses lube to them. They left out at least three bottles, and Jimin has his own as he settles on his knees next to Namjoon on the couch, kissing him slowly and pressing the bottle into Namjoon's hands.

"Finger me while I suck you off?"

"Holy shit, okay, yes," Namjoon groans. Seokjin makes a sound that might be a laugh, but Jungkook also has a hand around his cock now, stroking him to hardness, so maybe that's what has Seokjin gasping and smiling.

"Our Taehyungie has the best ideas," Hoseok whispers into Taehyung's ear. Taehyung's shoulders bunch up at the ticklish puff of Hoseok's warm breath, knees falling open so Hoseok can reach around and start to press a slick finger inside him. "Can you touch yourself while you watch them, sweetheart?"

"Yeah." The relief of finally getting his hand on his cock after arousal has been steadily building is so good, a satisfying tightening in his belly. Taehyung tips his head back onto Hoseok's shoulder and moans, forcing his eyes back open to watch Jungkook and Yoongi trade slow kisses, Jungkook's back arched and fingers squeezing weakly around Seokjin's cock. Seokjin moves his hand between Jungkook and Yoongi, possibly teasing Jungkook's sensitive nipples from the way Jungkook's body jolts.

Yoongi already has three fingers buried inside Jungkook. When the fuck did that happen?

Namjoon groans, and Taehyung glances over to them, feels a weird rush of pride at how deep Jimin is taking Namjoon into his mouth, lips stretched obscenely around the shaft.

Taehyung is long but Namjoon is thick, his whole body so broad and solid in a way that weirdly suits the size of his dick. Namjoon slowly twists his hips as Jimin swallows around him, reaching behind Jimin to work him open with two slender fingers as well.

Taehyung doesn't even notice Hoseok adding a second finger until it's pressing in with the first, his breath catching at the stretch, stomach clenching.

"Jungkook-ah," Taehyung calls out, grinning at the little Hnn? sound Jungkook makes when he pulls away from Yoongi's mouth. "I want to ride Jin-hyung, is that okay?"

"Sure," Jungkook breathes out, almost definitely not listening, but then he says, "I'm already close, I want— Namjoon-hyung."

"We know, JK," Seokjin says, and that makes Jimin pull off of Namjoon's cock so he can cough out a laugh.

"I want to fuck his thighs next. It's not going to take me much to come, but I want that. Oh my god, do I want that," Jungkook groans, and Jimin laughs harder. He's resting his cheek on Namjoon's thigh now, just letting himself be fingered, and Taehyung wishes he was close enough to kiss Jimin like that, to maybe suck around Namjoon's cock together.

"Of course, baby," Namjoon tells Jungkook after a moment, and Taehyung is sure that Hoseok doesn't miss the way Taehyung shivers at those words, the way baby in Namjoon's deep voice always tugs at something hot in his gut.

They all gradually move to the floor and Hoseok gives Taehyung's ass a pat when he crawls over to Seokjin, kisses him hard and pushes at his wide shoulders until Seokjin is lying back on the blanket.

"Yah," he complains without any heat behind it, hands skimming the outside of Taehyung's thighs when Taehyung straddles him. "Are you just going to take what you want, then?"

"Oh." Taehyung's stomach twists. "Why is that so hot? Also, yes."

Seokjin doesn't actually seem to mind that much, both of them turning their attention to where Jimin is on his knees, leaning back against Hoseok's chest, head thrown back as Hoseok starts to press inside. To where Yoongi settles in front of Jimin, mouthing at the swollen head of his cock, to where Jungkook spoons up behind Namjoon on their sides and mumbles something that makes Namjoon laugh, even as Jungkook is pushing his lubed-up cock between Namjoon's thighs.

The room is starting to smell like sex, and Taehyung is feeling a little wild from it. With more lube and Seokjin's soft encouragement he's sitting back on Seokjin's cock, legs spreading to sink lower once it's inside, stretching him wide.

"Hyung," Taehyung chokes out, breathless, almost laughing. "Feels so good. Always imagined I'd be the one fucking you, but—"

"Never say never," Seokjin tells him with a smile, long fingers circling around Taehyung's cock to jerk him off slowly as he adjusts. Taehyung is grateful for the touch, the distraction that has him wanting to close his eyes and lose himself to pleasure, but Jimin's high moans pull him out of it.

He so desperately wants to keep watching the others, too.

"Hyung," Jimin gasps, fingers in Yoongi's dark hair as he swallows around Jimin's cock, Jimin's hips rocking back with Hoseok's thrusts. Taehyung almost unconsciously starts to match the rhythm of Hoseok's hips as he works himself down on Seokjin's cock, enthralled with the way Hoseok is practically fucking Jimin deeper into Yoongi's throat.

Watching Jungkook and Namjoon is just— cute, somehow, although Taehyung won't tell them that.

They're gorgeous to watch, of course. Jungkook's tattooed arm around Namjoon's stomach, cock already leaking pre-come as Jungkook fucks it between Namjoon's thighs, the shiny head poking out cutely.

Jungkook is the loudest with his moans and gasps, and Taehyung thinks everyone is affected by it. Endearing, but also intensely hot to hear him get closer to his orgasm.

"Taehyung-ah," Seokjin says, and Taehyung turns his attention back to Seokjin, the handsome patience on his face.

Taehyung leans down to kiss him, and moans when that changes the angle of Seokjin's cock inside him, grabbing for Seokjin's shoulders and digging his fingers in. If Seokjin is bothered by the sting, he doesn't mention it.

"Taehyung-ah," Seokjin repeats, smiling against his lips. "You feel so good around my cock."

Warmth curls in Taehyung's belly. Praise always hits him a little differently than arousal, a softer kind of heat he wants to melt into. "I do?"

"Yah, don't play innocent," Seokjin scolds quietly. He's breathless, his kisses open-mouthed and hungry when Taehyung presses their mouths together. "Doing so well for hyung, you like this? Like riding my cock?"

"Fuck," Jimin swears loudly, and Taehyung and Seokjin both look over to see his body curl forward closer to Yoongi's mouth, face scrunched up in pleasure, Hoseok's arms the only thing keeping him upright. "Fuck, oh fuck," he moans, body trembling like he is almost definitely spilling into Yoongi's mouth.

Oh. Taehyung really wasn't expecting Jimin to be the first to come.

"That's it, what a good boy," Hoseok says in a low voice, petting over Jimin's belly. Yoongi pulls off of Jimin's cock, chin wet, and Jimin surges forward to kiss him as soon as Hoseok is pulling out, mindful of not fucking Jimin into oversensitivity even if Hoseok hasn't come yet.

Seokjin's hips buck underneath him, and Taehyung's sudden gasp is drowned out by Jungkook's hitching breath, the sounds he tries to bury against Namjoon's neck when his cock starts to spurt wet between Namjoon's thighs, when his thrusts slow to grind himself through it, shaking behind Namjoon.

Namjoon's own cock is flushed dark, hard still from Jimin's mouth, and Taehyung says out loud, "I want that in me."

Jimin laughs where he's slowly stroking a loose fist around Yoongi's cock. It looks more like a tease than anything, but Yoongi seems to like it. "I would say you have to be more specific, except I know you're looking at Namjoon-hyung." Namjoon gives Taehyung a look, then, so dark and hungry that it has Taehyung tightening up around Seokjin's cock, and Taehyung doesn't even care if Seokjin teases him for it. "Fuck, who hasn't— who still needs to come?"

"Everyone but you," Yoongi tells him, trying to sound indifferent but the hoarseness of his voice, rougher than usual from Jimin fucking his throat, makes it come off more affected. "And Jungkook?"

"I want—" Jungkook starts to say, pulling away from Namjoon to get them some tissues because that's the kind of lover Jungkook is, apparently. "I want Jin-hyung to fuck me."

"Should we be jealous the maknae are fighting over Jin-hyung's dick?" Hoseok asks Yoongi, and Jimin bursts into giggles.

Underneath Taehyung, Seokjin is suspiciously still. He's staring across the floor at Jungkook, not a goofy competitive look like Taehyung was expecting, but instead serious and a little wide-eyed. He looks surprised, and maybe touched?

"You just came, are you sure?" Namjoon asks, rubbing over the small of Jungkook's back. The way Jungkook clings to Namjoon is just about what Taehyung would expect from an orgasm-happy Jungkook, eyes heavy and cock still half-hard, a light sheen of sweat on his skin. Namjoon doesn't seem to mind the clinginess at all, though, from the surprisingly tender way he kisses the top of Jungkook's head as Jungkook is nuzzling his nose across Namjoon's shoulder.

"Yeah, I can get hard again, it won't take long," Jungkook mumbles. "Not that I think this is, like, my only chance to do this in my life, but I've been thinking about it for so long. I want it."

"That's okay," Seokjin tells him, and Taehyung swallows a groan when he makes himself lift off of Seokjin's lap, his cock slipping out of Taehyung to strain hard and wet over his abs.

Seokjin is so hot. They are all actually really, distressingly hot, and Taehyung sighs happily at the thought.

Taehyung and Jungkook both shuffle across the floor to trade places, stopping in the middle to share a kiss because Jungkook already looks so fucked-out and pretty, even if he hasn't actually had a dick inside him yet.

"How did fucking his thighs feel?" Taehyung asks in a low voice, teeth tugging lightly at Jungkook's lower lip. He can feel the shudder that runs through Jungkook's body.

"So good, ah."

"Better than you've been imagining since you were a teenager?"

Jungkook's face scrunches and Hoseok laughs off to the side of them. "Don't be weird. But... but yes. Way better."

"Jungkook-ah," Seokjin says, "what's taking you so long? Hyung is waiting."

Jungkook licks his lips, expression darkening slightly. Now this is more like what Taehyung expected from them, given how often they play and fight. "Be patient, hyung-nim." There's a glint in his eyes when he adds, "Or I'll just sit on Hobi-hyung's dick instead."

Hoseok laughs again. "Don't bring me into this, I already have plans and they don't involve topping."

Oh, that's a little unexpected too. Taehyung's stomach twists when he realizes Yoongi is working fingers into Hoseok, kissing his shoulder.

"C'mere, TaeTae," Jimin says, and Taehyung finally pulls away from Jungkook with an encouraging pat on the ass, because spanking Jungkook is fun, but it's even more fun when he's naked. Taehyung takes Jimin's outstretched hand, finds himself pulled forward into a thorough kiss, and at the touch of Namjoon's warm hand on his hip, Taehyung moans loudly.

Maybe he's a little more worked up from riding Seokjin's dick than he wants to admit.

Jimin leans back into some pillows up against the couch and Taehyung follows him, melts into the familiarity of their kisses as Namjoon presses behind him.

"Are you still okay with Namjoon-hyung fucking you?" Jimin asks, and Taehyung nods frantically.

"Yeah, yes, very okay. Super okay." Someone laughs — probably Hoseok — and Taehyung briefly glances over just to see Jungkook on his back, his legs over Yoongi's shoulders as Yoongi eats him out.

Holy fuck. Taehyung didn't even realize that was a possibility.

"Sit on my face," Taehyung tells Jimin in a rush, and Jimin squeaks out a laugh, covering his mouth with one hand. Taehyung is vaguely aware that Namjoon is dripping more lube over his hole, all the sensations and the burning arousal ganging up on him at once, making him feel more shameless and desperate than ever.

"If I sit on your face, you won't be able to watch Yoongi-hyung make Jungkook cry."

"I'm not going to cry," Jungkook chokes out, chest rising and falling quickly with his straining breaths. Namjoon drags the head of his cock over Taehyung's hole and briefly, a little wildly, Taehyung imagines it's a tongue instead, imagines how good Jungkook must be feeling if just Yoongi's mouth on his asshole has his cock fattening up again over his abs.

"Taehyung-ah," Namjoon says with something like amusement in his voice, "you have to let me in, baby, stop clenching up so hard."

"Sorry," Taehyung mutters, tilting his forehead down against Jimin's shoulder, sighing when Jimin pets through his long hair. "Next time, though? You're sitting on my face."

Jimin laughs. "Okay, if that's what you want."

Namjoon presses inside slowly, and even after taking Seokjin's cock it's still a lot. He's just thicker, stretches Taehyung wider than fingers can prepare him for, and Taehyung groans into Jimin's sweet-smelling bare skin, vaguely hears Jungkook gasp, "Oh, Taehyungie-hyung, that's so hot."

Taehyung wishes Jungkook was close enough to reach out and touch, missing that simple physical affection that's so easy to share with Jungkook. He wishes he could reach out for Hoseok and Yoongi too, who decide to move up to the couch, Hoseok throwing a leg over Yoongi's lap and sinking down onto his cock. The couch squeaks a little when Hoseok moves, and he slides his arms around Yoongi's shoulders and laughs.

It's surreal, still, that they're doing this. Taehyung's chest fills with warmth at how easily they can all come together, and he doesn't realize he's started to tear up until Jimin is cupping Taehyung's face between his hands, making a soft, concerned noise.

"Baby. Are you okay? Is it too much, do you need Joon-hyung to pull out?" Jimin's voice is quiet, but Namjoon still must hear him, because he freezes where he was slowly grinding forward and rubs a hand over Taehyung's hip.

"No, no, hyung's cock is perfect, it is." Taehyung ducks his head as Jimin's thumbs brush his tears away. "I was just... ah, hyung, don't make me say it."

Jimin's eyes widen a little, and Taehyung feels his face heat, realizes hyung is usually a word they save for when they fool around together, just the two of them alone.

"Tell me."

Taehyung lets out a shaky breath, rocking back into Namjoon when he starts to thrust again. Taehyung lets his fingers curl into the blanket at the heavy pleasure that fills his belly. "I was just thinking about how happy I am that we're doing this, and how much I love all of you. How—How grateful I am."

"Hyung," Jungkook whines, and Taehyung huffs out a watery laugh at how distraught Jungkook sounds. Currently, Seokjin is kneeling between his legs, dragging Jungkook's ass higher so he can start to press his dick inside. "That's so sweet, what the fuck! You really are going to make me cry!"

"Ahh, my crybabies," Jimin says with his own laugh, nuzzling the tip of his nose across Taehyung's. "I'm happy too, TaeTae. I think we all are." He reaches underneath Taehyung, small fingers circling around Taehyung's leaking cock, and the heat that jolts through him has him gasping out, squeezing around Namjoon's cock.

"Oh, oh," Taehyung says, can hear the roughness in his own deep voice like he's been shouting. Namjoon is so big that the angle doesn't really matter, not when Taehyung is being fucked so deeply, every sensitive spot being rubbed at once. Jimin jerks him off in tight strokes, kisses Taehyung and muffles his moans, and Taehyung can't bring himself to warn either of them before he's coming, body tensing, clamping tightly around Namjoon's cock.

"Fuck, baby, fuck, there you go," Namjoon groans, petting over Taehyung's back, hands smoothing down to his hips and thighs. Taehyung knows he's already shaking, and as soon as Jimin lets go of his spent cock he feels like collapsing. "So tight for me, your ass is perfect, and you took it so well, huh?"

Taehyung whines. The words rush through him in a wave of pleasant heat. 

"Hey, I'm going to pull out now, okay?"

Taehyung selfishly wants to protest, would love to beg Namjoon to keep going and come inside him, but he instead turns his head, grins sleepily at Jungkook where Seokjin is fucking hard into him. "Wait, Namjoon-hyung. I mean, you can pull out, but I think Jungkook's mouth looks empty, don't you?"

Jimin sucks in a sharp breath. Namjoon swears, and Jungkook turns his head and asks, "Wait, what about Jungkook?"

"Do you want him to fuck your mouth, Kook?" Seokjin asks, snapping his hips forward. Jungkook's round eyes widen, lips parting, and Taehyung thinks a little wildly, If Namjoon-hyung doesn't go over there then I will.

"Oh," Jungkook says, cock visibly jerking over his stomach. "Yeah. Yes. Want that."

Jimin's fingers tighten in Taehyung's hair and Taehyung can't even blame him. The idea of Namjoon and Seokjin both using Jungkook from both ends... Holy shit.

"Okay, just relax, baby," Namjoon tells him when he starts to pull out, and the feeling is weird and wide and empty but Taehyung just hums, buries his face against Jimin's neck and huffs out a short laugh when Namjoon wipes off his dick.

"You can never be too careful," Namjoon mutters, and it's hilarious to see him act shy when he looks like an actual, literal sex god under the blanket fort's soft lighting after he stands up. He is all thick muscle and straining cock and body glistening with sweat, eyes dark with want.

"No, you're fine, it's just considerate of you. Thank you for fucking me."

Namjoon's face scrunches with an equally shy smile. "You're welcome. Or, ah, the pleasure was mine?"

"Namjoon-ah," Seokjin interrupts, "get your butt over here, please."

"Yes hyung."

Namjoon walks the few steps over to the maknae and the eldest and kneels on the floor by Jungkook's head, smiling down at him with such tenderness that Taehyung can imagine it again, imagine how intense that is for Jungkook to be stared at and fucked deeply by hyungs he both admires and loves to rile up. 

"This isn't too much?" Namjoon asks, and Jungkook reaches out for Namjoon's cock only to have Seokjin landing a loud smack on his thigh.

"Jungkook-ah. No hands. I want you to hold your legs open for me instead, okay?"

"Holy shit," Jimin groans, and Taehyung finds himself nodding. He can absolutely see himself developing some kind of Pavlovian horny response to being scolded by Seokjin in the future.

Jungkook sighs and grabs at his thighs, keeping his legs folded and spread for Seokjin's thrusts, and he finally answers, "No, not too much. Or... it's exactly the kind of too much I want, ah."

Namjoon leans close enough to rub the head of his cock over Jungkook's pink lips, just barely dipping inside as Jungkook stares up at him with wide eyes, and Seokjin says in a gentle voice, "Hey, Kook-ah. If you need either of us to stop, tap my hand or my arm, okay? Can you do that for us?"

Jungkook blinks and then nods.

"Good, thank you, sweetheart. Now open that pretty mouth for Namjoon's cock."

Seeing Jungkook obey without protest has a fuzzy kind of heat filling Taehyung's body, not just arousal but something deeper, like he's the one being praised. He nuzzles at Jimin's chest and watches the sinfully hot sight of Namjoon feeding his cock past Jungkook's lips, filling his mouth until Jungkook whines and starts to swallow as well as he can with his mouth stretched so wide, with his body jolting whenever Seokjin fucks hard into him.

"Come up here, you two," Hoseok says. He's riding Yoongi so slowly that if it weren't for his straining cock between their bellies, Taehyung might think that he's already come. "I think hyung still wants to kiss Taehyung, yeah?" Hoseok grins, slightly mischievous.

"Taehyung-ah," Yoongi grits out, "come cuddle me and watch Jungkook get destroyed."

Jimin and Hoseok both start laughing, and Taehyung thinks he hears a muffled protest where Jungkook's mouth is still stuffed full of Namjoon's dick.

They climb up onto the couch and Taehyung leans in to kiss Yoongi, gasping when Yoongi's teeth almost immediately sink into his lip.

"Sorry," Yoongi mutters, "Hoseok just squeezed so hard around me, fuck."

Taehyung glances over to find Jimin has moved to the other side of Hoseok and Yoongi, and is bent over with his lips skimming Hoseok's cock. "Oh."

"Okay, well, fuck," Yoongi says. His hands are resting on Hoseok's spread thighs, holding him but not really holding him, and Taehyung grins as he gets the idea to slide his fingers over Yoongi's, making him turn one of his hands over so Taehyung can lace their fingers together.

"Like this," Taehyung tells him, and then all of them — even Jimin, who pulls off Hoseok's cock with a little gasp — look over to the other three when Jungkook cries out suddenly.

Seokjin has Jungkook's legs folded up higher now, is holding himself up above Jungkook's body while he thrusts into him hard, and Namjoon's cock has slipped from Jungkook's mouth, skimming wetly across his cheek.

"Ah, ah," Jungkook cries, the words choked out, overwhelmed.

"Look how wet you are, baby," Namjoon tells him, reaching down to drag his fingers over the shiny head of Jungkook's cock, pushing the length of it closer to his belly to smear the pre-come that's already dripped over his skin.

Taehyung doesn't think he's ready to get hard again, but heat tugs sharp in his gut at the way it looks, the sound of Namjoon's voice, of Jungkook's breathy whimpers.

"So sensitive, can you come untouched, Jungkook-ah? Get nice and tight and then maybe Jin-hyung will come inside you?"

"Please." Jungkook is sweating more than any of them, hair sticking to his forehead and temples with it, his lips parted and swollen either from kissing or from having Namjoon fuck his mouth. "Please, I need—"

"Greedy boy," Seokjin says, grinding his hips deep. Taehyung swallows as Jungkook's cock jerks above his stomach, as Hoseok fucks himself on Yoongi's cock a little more frantically now. "We know what you need. Our messy maknae just needs to be filled, doesn't he?"

Jungkook chokes out a laugh. "Yes, yes, but also— fuck, Jin-hyung, you really talk like this?"

"Yah!" Seokjin shouts, hips stilling, and Jimin bursts into giggles. Hoseok laughs too, which must mean he's tightening up around Yoongi's dick again, because Yoongi just has a strained look on his face. Taehyung squeezes his fingers in sympathy.

"You two—" Namjoon starts to say, warm and fond, but Seokjin is already back to slamming his hips forward, fucking Jungkook so hard he scoots up the blankets, a startled gasp leaving his throat and his fingers digging hard into his own thighs.

"Don't pretend you don't like it, brat."

Jungkook laughs again, more strained, and finally says, "Hyung, hyungs, I think— I'm going to come, fuck."

Seokjin's thrusts never slow and neither do Hoseok's hips, and Taehyung doesn't want to say it's a soulmate thing, but he's pretty sure all four of them come at the same time.

Hoseok and Yoongi aren't very loud, just soft groans and the way they both tense up, Hoseok coming wet between their stomachs while Jimin kisses his shoulder and Taehyung squeezes Yoongi's hand.

Jungkook, however, is loud, not that Taehyung can blame him with how hard he's getting fucked, with Namjoon's fingers teasing his nipples and his neglected cock spurting out over his stomach, up his chest. Seokjin fucks him through his orgasm with short, deep thrusts, gasping as he spills inside, face scrunched up and mouth open.

They are both frustratingly gorgeous when they come, not that Taehyung expected any different.

"Hey, Jungkook-ah, sweetheart, you can let go now," Seokjin tells him in a wrecked voice, helping Jungkook lower his legs back to the floor after Jungkook lets go of his grip on his thighs, hand moving to idly rub at the length of his cock. Taehyung feels a twist of arousal at the sight, but isn't prepared for the way it turns to molten heat when Seokjin pulls out and Namjoon says, "Baby, are you okay if I come inside you too?"

"Oh," Jungkook says, eyes widening. "Like, in my—"

"Oh," Seokjin echoes. Taehyung leans heavily into Yoongi's side, watches as Namjoon moves down Jungkook's body to kneel next to Seokjin. The hand that slides around the back of Seokjin's neck is gentle when it pulls him in, but the kiss after their lips meet is anything but. Namjoon kisses hard. Taehyung can see how their mouths open for each other, can hear Seokjin's soft whine just before Namjoon is pulling back, panting.

"Yes," Jungkook says. "By the way. Yeah, want you to, just—just don't expect me to get hard again." Even as he says it, Jungkook still rubs absently over his dick, sighs and drops his legs open when Namjoon gets between them.

"Trust me, this will be over very quickly," Namjoon says with an embarrassed laugh. "Fuck. Hob-ah, did you two really come too?"

Hoseok nods, now curled into Yoongi's side, Jimin snuggled up next to him. Taehyung is glad they thought to put sheets up on the couch as well. "Thanks for the show."

"Yah," Seokjin says half-heartedly. He's switched places with Namjoon, petting his fingers through Jungkook's hair, and Jungkook closes his eyes and leans into the touch.

"That feels nice."

"Namjoon is literally about to spear you open on his dick, don't focus on the petting."

"Ah, hyung," Jimin complains, laughter in his voice. "Don't put it like that."

"No, he." Jungkook's eyes are wide when he blinks them open, still a little glazed like he hasn't come down from his orgasm all the way. "He can put it like that. I don't mind."

Seokjin gives Jimin a shrug and Jimin sticks out his tongue. Taehyung decides to ignore them both when Namjoon starts to press inside, because Jungkook's fingers spasm and his toes curl, his mostly-soft cock jerking over his lower stomach as Namjoon fills him.

"Baby," Namjoon breathes out once he starts to thrust, strong arms holding himself up above Jungkook's body. "You're so wet inside, holy shit."

Jungkook shudders, head dropping back and eyes fluttering closed again. "Namjoon-hyung."

"Are you this wet for me? Wet and filthy because you let Seokjin use your tight little hole, huh?"

"Don't—" Jungkook gasps, back arching off the floor. Seokjin pets over his shoulders, down his chest, teasing at a nipple.

"Don't what?"

"Don't stop talking," Jungkook finishes in a whiny tone. He sounds overwhelmed, needy, teeth sinking into his lip when Seokjin focuses his touch on Jungkook's nipples. "Can you— a little harder, just like that, oh, fuck me like that—"

"Love how wet you are," Namjoon says in a low voice. He's fucking forward hard enough that his hips smack against Jungkook's ass, and Taehyung notices that Jimin is absolutely hard again just from watching them. Taehyung thinks he probably isn't far off either. Heat tightens deep in his belly at their words, their desperation, just from watching them move together and bring each other pleasure.

"Do you like being filled with our come?" Seokjin asks, pinching at one of Jungkook's nipples. They're stiff and flushed a dark pink, almost sore-looking from how much they've been played with tonight. "Like having your hyungs use your tight hole to dump their come into?"

"Oh," Jungkook gasps, and Taehyung notices the shine of something wet at the corner of Jungkook's eyes. "Oh, that's, I'm gonna—"

Namjoon's hips still when he groans and starts to spill inside, and Jungkook's whole body convulses, the blanket bunched up in his tight fists on either side of him and his legs shaking hard, breath coming out in shallow huffs.

The next sound he makes is a sob, and Taehyung realizes that Jungkook just came again, fucked into a dry orgasm while Namjoon and Seokjin spoke dirty things to him.

"I need a cold shower," Yoongi says, clearing his throat when his voice comes out scratchy. Hoseok laughs and smacks his leg, but both he and Jimin look concerned, would no doubt be rushing to comfort Jungkook if Seokjin wasn't already there.

"There you go, that's good, you did so well. Jungkook-ah, are you okay? Do you need anything?" Seokjin brushes away the tears on Jungkook's flushed cheeks, pets his stomach as he finishes trembling through his orgasm. Namjoon pulls out and is right there too, kissing Jungkook's cheek, stroking over his shaky thighs.

"I just want..." Jungkook sucks in a shuddering breath, turning his body into Namjoon's when Namjoon lies down next to him. Taehyung thinks the tears have already stopped, and is relieved. "I kind of just want to cuddle everyone."

Taehyung and Jimin scramble down to the floor at the same time, laughing when they collapse into each other next to Jungkook. Hoseok and Yoongi join them a second later, and Jungkook beams at all of them with eyes bright from unshed tears. "Oh, wow."

"Talk about spoiled," Seokjin teases, joining their extended cuddle pile after grabbing a tissue for Jungkook.

It is... honestly a little uncomfortable, all the bony limbs without the cushion of clothes and the mess of come most of them haven't cleaned up. But Taehyung loves the intimacy of it, all their naked warm skin touching and kisses being traded here and there, soft teasing comments, the smiles on their faces. He doesn't tear up this time, thank god, but the warmth and sense of belonging that fills his chest is all-consuming, profound in how quietly simple it comes to all of them.

"You thinking?" Jimin asks, poking the mole on Taehyung's nose.

"Mm."

"About how gross we all are?"

Taehyung grins. "Just about how much I love all of you again."

Jimin's groan is loud enough to get the others' attention. "Ahh, Taehyung-ah, when did you get this sappy? Are you going to write a song about us too, huh?" Jimin says it to tease, but really, Jimin has been one of Taehyung's biggest supporters for the music and lyrics he's been writing on his own.

Taehyung's grin softens into a smile that doesn't feel as loud on his face, and after glancing at the rest of the sleepy members — Jungkook nearly passed out, Namjoon and Yoongi looking interested since song-writing was mentioned, Hoseok wiggling his feet against Seokjin's and Seokjin wiggling his feet back — Taehyung tells Jimin, "Maybe I will."