a long time suddenly seems like an understatement. jungkook knows. he's felt the weight of the years on his shoulders, significantly less after yoongi showed up at his shitty convenience store, but only in some ways. it was like getting caught up all over again. it was like learning how to breathe again. it was like something that could take away the pain, the hurt, and replace it all with something else. replace it with a deeper kind of feeling, with a kind of longing that almost seemed worse than the first time around. worse because now he knew that yoongi was feeling it too. worse because now he knew that yoongi never stopped feeling it, that he was never as alone as he thought that he was, that he could imagine the feeling of yoongi all over him alongside the knowledge that one day he would have it again.
it's been a long time. it's been a really fucking long time since anyone else touched him like this, since anyone else touched him at all, because the last time it was yoongi. since then he's only gotten even sort of close once, one guy that he kissed in some club but nothing about it was good. because his rough, wandering fingers hadn't been right. the way that he kissed hadn't been right. he had tasted like alcohol and cigarettes, and jungkook had shoved him off, had gone home alone because it didn't matter how frustrated he was. it didn't matter what kind of heat buzzed under his skin, tried to make itself known. jungkook had known then, even before yoongi came back to him that the older man was the only one who could put out that flame, and even then it never stayed out for long.
because nothing else is like this. nothing else even comes close to it, to the way that yoongi touches him, to the slow, thorough way that he kisses him. it's all slow, so slow and deep and jungkook's breath keeps hitching with the way yoongi takes his time exposing him, caught between soaking it all in and begging him to just go faster for once. but he doesn't do that. instead he feels it, feels every second, every nerve ending in his body on alert when yoongi's fingers wrap around his cock. it's barely anything, it's nothing at all but it's so good, so good after four years of nothing that he finds himself groaning into yoongi's mouth without even trying to hold back. there's no reason to, because every single inch of him is obvious, his cock giving a pitiful throb and twitch in yoongi's grasp that gives away just how much it gets to him. like he's seventeen all over again, like he's never been touched, a slow shudder rolling through him and fingertips pressing hard into yoongi's skin. "fuck.." he barely manages the curse, all breathless between them because even focusing on kissing yoongi is already getting harder like this, his head swimming with how good it feels and how much he needs more of it.
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it's been a long time. it's been a really fucking long time since anyone else touched him like this, since anyone else touched him at all, because the last time it was yoongi. since then he's only gotten even sort of close once, one guy that he kissed in some club but nothing about it was good. because his rough, wandering fingers hadn't been right. the way that he kissed hadn't been right. he had tasted like alcohol and cigarettes, and jungkook had shoved him off, had gone home alone because it didn't matter how frustrated he was. it didn't matter what kind of heat buzzed under his skin, tried to make itself known. jungkook had known then, even before yoongi came back to him that the older man was the only one who could put out that flame, and even then it never stayed out for long.
because nothing else is like this. nothing else even comes close to it, to the way that yoongi touches him, to the slow, thorough way that he kisses him. it's all slow, so slow and deep and jungkook's breath keeps hitching with the way yoongi takes his time exposing him, caught between soaking it all in and begging him to just go faster for once. but he doesn't do that. instead he feels it, feels every second, every nerve ending in his body on alert when yoongi's fingers wrap around his cock. it's barely anything, it's nothing at all but it's so good, so good after four years of nothing that he finds himself groaning into yoongi's mouth without even trying to hold back. there's no reason to, because every single inch of him is obvious, his cock giving a pitiful throb and twitch in yoongi's grasp that gives away just how much it gets to him. like he's seventeen all over again, like he's never been touched, a slow shudder rolling through him and fingertips pressing hard into yoongi's skin. "fuck.." he barely manages the curse, all breathless between them because even focusing on kissing yoongi is already getting harder like this, his head swimming with how good it feels and how much he needs more of it.