“Hey baby?” Taehyung’s teasing voice calls out to the elder as he held two guns, one gold plated and covered in diamonds and one all black, up in his hands. “Which one matches my Gucci jacket better?”
Yoongi chuckles from his spot on their bed.
“Honestly I think I would look better strapped to your hip than a gun would.”
It was true. Taehyung couldn’t help the way his eyes roamed over Yoongi’s exposed chest as the elder laid sprawled out over their maroon satin sheets with his black button down shirt open at his sides and his leather pants unbuttoned. The fair skinned boy was a fucking masterpiece, one that deserved to be in an art museum so everyone could see the beautiful way his silver hair haloed his head as he batted pretty lashes pillowing sharp cat eyes. Still, it was date night and the mafia boss had to sigh as he motioned back to the guns he held.
“I agree, but that doesn’t help me pick which gun matches my Gucci jacket.”
Yoongi groans and rolls his eyes as he turns his head to examine the weapons. If he was lucky, and he always was, they would be having a nice dinner before heading back to Taehyung’s Maserati and having a quick fuck. Honestly, he’d been wanting to see how the black gun looked aginst his skin as Taehyung fucked into him for a while now and it seemed like if he played his cards rights he could actually get that.
“The black one,” Yoongi smirks wickedly.
(cleaning out some folders and i had this little thing i was going to use for the TaeGi mafia Au but i never actually used it so yeah idk i’ll leave it here))