a/n: for hoseok-wants-the-v and jpony because for some unknown reason they enjoy this and keep spurring me on to write weird fucked up shit ;u; cryiNG FOR YEARS

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“so let me get this straight,” yoongi’s eyes close, breath shuddering in his throat. “you’re real. taehyung didn’t drug me.”

“nah,” suga replies, soft hands gliding all over yoongi’s bare skin to map out each familiar dip and curve. his lips trail after every touch, tracing a slow line over the plane of yoongi’s stomach. “there was a rift in the space dimension, and i took the opportunity to jump it while i had the chance. my galaxy is kind of boring.”

“right,” yoongi’s head digs into the pillow, back arching off the mattress. “fuck.”

this is all still so very weird. none of this should be happening.

what the fuck?

suga drags a moist tongue across yoongi’s chest, the cold air hitting yoongi’s wet skin making him shiver.

“it’s much more fun here,” suga slides up higher, grazing his teeth over yoongi’s nipple and gently sucking the tender flesh.

“oh my god.”

“nah, i’m suga,” he grins, dipping low to press his open mouth into the curve of yoongi’s neck, ravishing the pale skin until it’s flushed red.

“this is so wrong,” yoongi’s fingers twist into suga’s hair of their own accord, legs falling open wider to accommodate suga’s body settling more comfortably on top.

“that all depends on your definition of wrong,” suga rolls down his hips, earning him a heady moan that catches in yoongi’s throat. “does that feel wrong?”

yoongi really doesn’t know how to answer that, head shaking absentmindedly.

“do you want me to stop?” suga pulls away slightly, blinking down at yoongi’s face.

“no, not really,” yoongi replies, lashes fluttering open to stare into suga’s eyes. his eyes. fuck.

“see? then what’s the problem?” suga smirks, grinding down hard in slow circles.

“oh my fucking god.”

“i keep telling you. my name is suga,” he leans down to whisper, licking around the shell of yoongi’s ear.

“no, that’s my fucking name,” yoongi’s voice comes out more of as a whine, tugging at suga’s hair a bit vindictively.

the friction of their cocks sliding against each other is driving him crazy.

“you keep telling yourself that,” suga continues his rocking motion down into yoongi’s hips. he props himself on one elbow, other hand curling around yoongi’s chin to draw him into a kiss. “whatever floats your boat, princess.”

yoongi can’t help the soft sound that echoes in the back of his throat.

“fuck you,” yoongi grits through his teeth when suga pulls away.

“been there, done that,” suga teases, leaning in to nip on yoongi’s kiss bruised lower lip.

suga’s soft palms cooling over yoongi’s overheated skin like a balm.

the pads of of thumbs rubbing into yoongi’s hipbones, painting invisible pictures of heat that shoot straight down to yoongi’s groin that adds onto the pressure of suga’s rocking hips.

it doesn’t take very long to push yoongi over the edge, body already tense and coiled for release.

his orgasm hits hard and out of nowhere, come shooting all over in between their chests with a soft cry emitting from his throat swallowed down by suga’s lips pressed onto his.

“ugh, get out,” yoongi grunts, body completely boneless and unable to move.

“mm, i like it here,” suga smiles, pulling out yoongi’s shirt from between the mattress and bed frame to wipe up the sticky come.

“what the fuck, that’s mine,” yoongi frowns, but he doesn’t do anything to stop him.

“meh,” suga shrugs, tossing the soiled shirt over the edge of the bed. “let’s take a nap before the others get back.”

“i said get out,” yoongi repeats halfheartedly.

“and i said no,” suga plops down on top of yoongi’s spent body, yoongi wheezing in mild distress as he tries, and fails, to push him off.