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[yoongi/jungkook] ; the stars

jungkook can't help feeling like his life has completely turned itself upside down all over again. sometimes it gives him whiplash. sometimes he feels like it's too much, like he's too young to have dealt with this so many times. like the last few months were some bizarre whirlwind, like now he's about to travel back in time. but in the end things are good now. he's happier than he's been in a long time, so he'll take it.

at least, in the grand scheme of things, he's happy. as a general, he's happy. but on a smaller scale right now he isn't happy. he's exhausted, more or less, all sore limbs and not enough sleep because once he started packing up his apartment, his perfectionist nature took over and it's only been a couple of days but everything except the necessities are already boxed up and ready to go. it's unnecessary work and jungkook knows it; he isn't actually moving for another week and a half, or something like that. but having it out of the way is a small relief, or at least it will be once he gets the last of it sealed up.

the time difference is something that he doesn't even really have to think about anymore. he's so used to it now that mentally checking the time where yoongi is every time he gets or sends a message is like second nature, though it doesn't always mean much. he's still on a break from regular schedules and jungkook knows that, just like he knows that his boyfriend has no concept of a regular sleep schedule and doesn't seem to harbor any desire to pick one up, either. so he doesn't pay any mind to the fact that it should be way-too-late-o'clock where yoongi is when he flops down on the floor in between a small pile of boxes and grabs his phone, pushing his hair out of his eyes. it's looking all kinds of terrible and doesn't feel much better between his fingers, kind of fried and roots grown out and shit, he did make that appointment to get it redyed, didn't he?

he can worry about that later. for now, he focuses on opening his messaging app and shooting yoongi a small string of texts to vent his frustration.

i hate this

this is the worst

why did i let you convince me to do this

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Yoongi's always liked taking his time with Jungkook, stretching out every single sensation along the other's body, making sure the boy felt it down to his bones, every graze, every kiss, every touch. Rushing never made Jungkook's breath hitch the way it did when Yoongi was slow, deftly pulling him apart. It never made him come undone the way it did when they had hours to themselves, hours of nothing else but each other--which is exactly what they have right now. Yoongi's here for an entire week, and Jungkook, being the person he is, has already done the week's work himself. The possibilities--the fact that there's more than just now, tonight--keep Yoongi's mind reeling, which was already pretty fucked over already at the feeling of being hard again. Someone getting him hard. Jungkook getting him hard. Jungkook in front of him getting him hard.

It's not like this has exactly been a common thing lately. He's pretty sure the last time he got off was to a selca Jungkook sent him a couple weeks ago, the boy looking equal parts ridiculous and far too attractive for his own good as he flashed a V, leaving Yoongi shuddering under his covers like some fucking middle school boy with his first crush. It was worse before that, though. The one and only time Yoongi hooked up with someone after Jungkook left involved sloppy kisses and an even sloppier handjob that just made Yoongi want to crawl into a hole and never come back out because what was the point. It wasn't Jungkook. It wasn't even a good way to pass the time, and Yoongi had to politely back out half-way in because not getting off at all was somehow a hundred times better than getting off like that. So yeah. It's been a while.

His thoughts jumble and scramble back into place when he feels the hands on his shoulder, however, the firmness of Jungkook's grip somehow different than before. All it takes is for the simple word wait for Yoongi to immediately pull back, gaze catching on the younger's expression expectantly, almost worriedly. There's a guilty little tug in the back of his mind, forcing itself through the haze of heat, reminding him that this is still very much new. Familiar, certainly wanted, but still new. Jungkook might not be ready for this again yet. And that's okay.

Only--that's not what he's saying at all. What he's actually saying is a stuttering mess and a wave of relief and a jolt to his heart all at once. He wants Yoongi. He wants to keep going. But Jungkook, being the person he is, apparently isn't done being anal retentive yet.

Yoongi laughs for real this time, low and deep in his chest as he puts a little more space between them, giving the kid a break. His eyes flash between affection and lust as he takes in one more touch of his hip before dutifully pulling that away as well. Seeing Jungkook like this, leaning against the wall, just starting to get wrecked, is absolutely everything. Yoongi can't look away.

"Take your time," he simply drawls, knowing full well Jungkook won't.

Edited 2015-12-01 04:48 (UTC)

it's not like they haven't been here before. and not just this, not just the proximity, the touches, the way that yoongi touches him and burns him up from the inside out. it's also the part that comes when jungkook tells him to wait, that split second of silence, the way that their eyes lock and jungkook can see it, that slight twinge of something worried in yoongi's expression. and he knows what he must be thinking. of course he does, because they've been here before. the last time yoongi came to busan, when they laid everything out on the table, when jungkook thought he wanted this rush of heat and everything else but it proved to be too much.

it was different, then. it was still too much. he's had time to process now, time to think, time to get used to the idea of being with yoongi again. he's ad all of that and a whole hell of a lot more, considering the fact that he's moving halfway across the word just to be with him again in a matter of days now. it's a lot of things. it's too many things. but it's not overwhelming. not like that, not this time. it's an entirely different kind of overwhelming, but under all of that, he's still jeon jungkook. he's still jeon jungkook and this is still min yoongi and maybe it's that knowledge on top of everything else that means he can still do this, can still even think clearly enough to think somewhat rationally right now.

because it's the same thing that's running through yoongi's mind right now, whether he knows that or not. it's the fact that yoongi's here, that when he leaves, they'll be leaving together. they have time. after so long spent waiting, they have time.

but that doesn't mean that jungkook is going to waste it.

it's hard to pull himself away from any of it. it might be one of the hardest things that jungkook has ever done, especially when yoongi is looking at him like that but fuck. he knows that the sooner he gets it over with the sooner he can come back to this, and that's what he has to focus on. so he does, with a breathless nod and resisting the urge to press one more kiss to yoongi's lips before he pushes himself off the wall because if he starts again he knows that he won't be able to stop.

it doesn't take five minutes. it's more like ten by the time he's done with the rushed but thorough scrub over his entire body, satisfied enough with the way that at least that lingering feeling is gone, along with the lingering scent of bleach. he doesn't so much care about the way that he's dripping slightly on the floor as he makes his way out of the bathroom, really doesn't care about how his hair is nowhere near dry, probably sticking up at a strange angle in at least one place.

none of it matters as much as getting back to where yoongi is, getting back to where they left off as quickly as possible. that heat hasn't calmed in the slightest, his skin still crawling, wanting to get back to remembering how it feels to have yoongi attached to it, because the bruises that are already starting to purple along his neck are nowhere near enough. he finds him exactly where he expects him to be, sprawled out over his bed, and, really, it's the best place for yoongi to be right now. so he makes his way over, a towel haphazardly tied around his waist because why waste the time and energy in getting dressed again?

by the time he's anywhere near as close to yoongi again as he wants to be he's just a little breathless, this time from all of his rushing around, crawling onto the bed next to him with a meaningful look.

"hey."

Yoongi falls back against the bed and closes his eyes. Breathing in, breathing out, listening to the run of the shower and imagining the boy inside. How often he imagines Jungkook, draws him up in his mind with as much nuance as he can muster so he can feel him by his side, even just a little bit, even if it's just an aftertaste. He's so used to not having the real thing. He's so used to tricking himself into thinking that Jungkook's there with him--that he'll see his smile again, hear his voice, feel the push and pull of his fingers just one more time. One more time, a dozen more times. Maybe holding onto Jungkook after all these years was crazy. Maybe the way he wanted him, him solely, him only, made him a fool. Yoongi doesn't mind. If he had to do it all over again, he'd still be a fool.

There's so much he said the last time he was here in Busan, so many things he never ever dreamed Jungkook would actually hear. Promises, regrets, confessions, every last shred of himself cut open and there for Jungkook to do with as he pleased. He wants to say more, because there's so much more to say. He wants to pull Jungkook down with him and whisper things in his ear he's never told anyone before, and when Yoongi turns his head into the mattress it's like he's wrapped up completely. Everything about this bed, from the crisp folds to the muted color, is Jungkook, and he kind of wants to melt into it.

The footsteps make him peer back up, flopping his phone absent-mindedly to the side. If anything feels like a dream, it's this. Jungkook's wet everywhere, and he drags it with him, muscles shifting underneath his skin with the tiniest of movements, water clinging to every little nook and cranny of his body. His very not seventeen anymore body. Yoongi stares without blinking, raking over this grown up Jeon Jungkook as if he'll never have the chance again, feeling the heat roll through him pleasantly, dangerously once more.

He kind of wants to melt into that more. A lot more.

"Hey." Yoongi slowly props himself up on his elbows, blond hair disheveled and shirt dipping at his collarbones. His jacket is somewhere safe, in the living room, far, far away from how bad the two of them are going to get. He can practically taste it in the air between them as Jungkook unabashedly pushes himself forward, crawling on his hands and knees. And Yoongi's still staring.

"You smell really good," he murmurs when Jungkook gets close enough for him to appreciate, nosing against the side of his neck not yet littered in marks. He gives a couple deep breaths. "Cherry?"

jungkook doesn't know exactly what it is that he expects. maybe for yoongi to move forward just as quickly, to attach himself to him, to press him down into the bed just like he had him pushed up against the wall only a matter of minutes ago. he knows that that's what he wants. he knows exactly what he wants, which is more of this, more of yoongi, more of everything. but he also knows better than that. he knows yoongi better than that. but that doesn't do anything more to calm the impatience that's crawling to the surface faster, stronger this time.

maybe it's because he knows that there's no pausing this time, no stop and go, no leaving to take care of something and come back after the fact. maybe it's a product of seeing yoongi like this, all stretched out and propped up on his bed, the collar of his shirt slipping low enough to reveal a teasing stretch of skin that he hasn't seen in too long. or maybe it's the way that yoongi's eyes trail over him, the heat that he can feel in his gaze, the way that it sends a pleasant thrill of arousal all the way back down his spine.

he doesn't know exactly what it is that he expects, but jungkook knows that he isn't satisfied with what he gets. he isn't satisfied with the slow way that yoongi moves, with the barely-there touch against the side of his neck when what he needs is so much more. nevermind the fact that his body is already on high alert all over again just because of the proximity, but that's beside the point. he needs to be even closer. needs a lot of things, so he isn't shy or shameless at all in crawling even closer, close enough to be practically straddling him. still on his hands and knees.

"better than sweat and bleach, yeah?" the words are more of a murmured half tease than anything else, a slight shiver running through jungkook before he pulls back, just enough to lean in and kiss yoongi all over again. always impatient, at least until he's left at yoongi's mercy.

It's not as if Yoongi doesn't want to do all those things to Jungkook. Of course he wants to. And he will. He just likes taking one thing at a time, he likes burning this image to memory before he completely loses himself in the moment, and maybe he likes feeling the twinge of Jungkook's impatience more than he lets on. It's intoxicating, the way Jungkook demands and wants and expects only to fall apart in his arms, in every single touch he presses into him. He doesn't remember the last time they've been like this, not really, not when so much time has passed, but he's never forgotten what it felt like. Fuck, it was impossible to forget. Jungkook's been seared into him, would be forever as far as Yoongi's concerned.

Chuckling lowly into the kiss, Yoongi readily lets himself be pulled under, lets Jungkook's mouth drive off those remaining coherent thoughts--or as coherent as they could be after seeing his boyfriend hover over him in nothing more than a towel. There's nothing shy at all about it, absolutely no doubt about what it is that Jungkook wants. And when their hips barely brush, Jungkook shifting perfectly and maddeningly out of reach above him, the sound roughly drops down his throat. Everything rushes south, and he's pulling Jungkook down for the ride, hand firm on the younger man's back as he forces the full weight of him down, seating him on his lap. No more half-ass straddling, they've waited long enough.

It happens just like it did ten minutes ago. Only now there's water clinging to Jungkook's skin and he's fresh, bare, completely vulnerable now to the way Yoongi's fingers slide up and down the full length of his back, the way they lower, lower, dip underneath the precarious towel. He doesn't take it off, but he also doesn't let it get in the way of stroking at the baby soft skin at the base of his spine, teasing. Already smoothing up Jungkook's thigh with his other hand, unable to resist how nice they look, how nice they feel around his waist and fuck Jungkook just gives underneath his fingertips. He always gives for Yoongi. Always so good.

So much better something inside him hums, and it has nothing to do with fruit or cleaning products whatsoever.

Edited 2015-12-03 03:49 (UTC)

it's funny, because jungkook isn't a submissive person. he never has been, has never had the kind of personality that could bend easily to the will of someone else. he's the kind that's strong minded, has a will of his own, something that doesn't budge once he sets his mind to something or another. and he's not the type to look submissive, either. not now, not after the last four years have passed, not since he realized that lifting weights was a nice way to burn off all of the excess tension that never quite seemed to go away.

he's not a submissive person, but with yoongi, it just happens. with yoongi, it just gives. there's something in him that can't seeem to fight it, almost like maybe there's a part of him that craves for it. a part of him that craves to be taken advantage of, that wants to let yoongi do whatever he wants and more. it was easy when he was seventeen, when he was so vulnerable and small but the fact of the matter is that it's just as easy now. maybe things about him have changed but not the parts that are important. the way that it feels didn't change, like his body remembers everything about this even if his mind hasn't clung onto all of the details quite as sharply as it used to.

the sudden jolt of their bodies pressed together again is enough to force out another soft groan, one that falls between them as yoongi's fingers start to wander. they feel every bit as good as they did ten minutes ago, as they did four years ago, and he can already feel the way that his body practically melts into it. like he's letting yoongi mold him into whatever he wants him to be, like he's subconsciously making sure yoongi knows just how little has changed when it comes to this.

the touches aren't enough. they aren't enough and yet they're absolutely perfect, pulling another soft shiver through him as he bites and tugs at yoongi's lower lip this time. he can't help himself, just like the way he can't help that his own hands are just as eager to touch, slipping under the loose material of yoongi's shirt to slide over his skin instead, like he wants to touch as much of him as possible. and he does. he can't get enough of touching yoongi, wants to keep touching yoongi forever if he has a say in it because fuck, suddenly it's hard to believe just how he managed to survive for so long without this.

It's incredible, the way his fingers catch on muscles that didn't exist four years ago, the way they smooth along planes of his skin that have sharpened, tightened over the years. All that childlike softness is gone, the innocence that Yoongi mapped out over the length of his body all that time ago. The innocence he tasted and sheltered and claimed because it stirred something in him he had never felt with any other lover. It made him feel grounded. Safe. Made him lose his mind with pleasure because Jungkook got lost so easily, could touch out so quickly underneath him it was impossible not to give it to him again, and again, and again. No other man or woman did what he did to Yoongi--and he never even had the slightest idea.

Incredible, the way Jungkook's body is so different and yet absolutely the same. Even as Yoongi traces new patterns, thoroughly exploring every last little change, the way Jungkook softens against him feels like coming home. Those sounds feel like coming home. And those hands. Yoongi swears he's never felt anything as fucking perfect as Jungkook greedily pushing beneath his shirt and roughing up his skin in his own enthusiasm. It's been an eternity. It's been so damn long, and Yoongi can't take it. Nothing but rasped breaths as Jungkook tugs at his lip, melting into him, and yeah. Not much has really changed at all. Thank god.

Yoongi doesn't know how long they go, scrambling to make up for four year's worth of absent kisses, lost in that blissed way that only really makes sense like this. But he does know when the friction between them starts to make Jungkook's shivers feel more like trembling beneath his fingertips. He knows the slow burn of the younger man's hips grinding against his own, he knows the impatience of his touches, and it's all too easy to move them once again. Yoongi doesn't stop kissing him as he lays Jungkook down, slowly pushing his back against the mattress. It doesn't take any effort to open him up, Yoongi settling between his legs and guiding a hand low on his stomach, thumbing soothing little circles just above the towel. He's so hot underneath his palm. He's so hot, and Yoongi could, he's been dying to, but not yet. He wants to make Jungkook remember, too. He wants to feel him remember.

it's not something that jungkook thinks about, not something that he realizes, just how stark the physical difference is in him. for him it obviously doesn't matter, he's had the time to grow into himself, the time to change little by little, piece by piece. he's had the time to mature, the time to realize a lot of things. and despite the not so nice parts, he's glad for it. he's glad for what it's done for him, for them. he's glad because he's sure that without it everything about this moment wouldn't be as absolutely perfect as it is. feeling yoongi's hands all over him, getting lost in the sensations just as easily as he did when he was seventeen. with anyone else maybe he would have felt embarrassed, pathetic, but this is yoongi.

this is yoongi under jungkook's own fingertips, everything that he remembers even though it feels like he's learning it all for the first time, it's been so long. it's familiar in a way he can't explain, the smooth expanse of skin, letting himself touch and feel as much as he can manage with impatient fingers doing their best not to get caught up in fabric. he's impatient, but yoongi could kiss him like this for an eternity and it still wouldn't feel like enough. it wouldn't be enough, could never be enough to satisfy that dangerous something that's only growing deep inside of him, clawing its way up his spine because god, he wants. he wants he wants he wants and it's barely been five minutes, he's sure, but he can already feel himself falling apart.

there's no resistance to the way that yoongi lays him down, presses him into the mattress and opens him up so easily. jungkook wants yoongi to open him up in different ways, more intimate ones, but he knows that he will. still, his skin is burning up. the arousal is taking over every part of him now, so strong it's like he can barely breathe, fingers growing clumsy with the headiness of it all even as he still wants to touch, still isn't finished, sliding his hands along yoongi's back this time. the slow circles are so close, so close and yet so far away, barely anything and yet somehow enough to make him feel like he's burning up all over again. he arches slightly on instinct, tries to tilt his hips up, fingertips pressing in. he's so hard, harder than he's ever been in his entire life it feels like and trying to open his thighs wider like that will help encourage yoongi to give him something, anything. he wants it, wants to remember just how good yoongi can make him feel, wants to feel it over and over and over again.

This kid is something else. It's insane to think that Yoongi's been managing for so long without this, without the way the other's body so quickly bends to him, opens, arches, the way he turns completely pliant against the bed. Jungkook's always been pliant in bed. It never mattered what Yoongi did or where he touched or how long it took, it was always the same fall. Yoongi loved giving it to him but he loved catching him just as much, wrapping him up and breathing into him because when they were like that nothing bad could happen to them. Just them. It's been so long since just them.

Yoongi isn't thinking about work. He isn't thinking about LA or new beginnings or the terrifying happiness that comes with the knowledge he won't be riding that plane home alone, packing, sleeping, none of it--it's having Jungkook. Period. His hand gently pushes against a toned stomach, keeping Jungkook from bucking his hips as more fingers sink into his thighs and spread even further, forcing the towel to ride up. Even the towel isn't enough to conceal how hard the younger is, the stiff material tenting underneath light, ghosting touches, Yoongi playing him thoroughly and languidly all at once. He licks inside Jungkook's mouth, slowing the kiss down so that he can feel every single intake of breath when his fingers start to loosen the fold. Yoongi never rushes important work, especially when it comes to Jungkook. Especially when rushing never quite satisfies the way that this does.

Yoongi unwraps him like a present, like the gorgeous fucking gift his boyfriend is. He has to pull away, just for a moment, just to watch. He needs to see him like this. Yoongi's hand finds Jungkook's cock like it belongs there, the familiar weight of him sending a sharp, stuttered breath against the part of their mouths. He doesn't even know whose it was. And he doesn't care to find out, because the dry heat of their skin together shoots straight down between his own thighs and it's better, so much better than getting off to Jungkook's picture by himself. Slow strokes, slow enough to feel every inch of Jungkook in his fingers, just the right pressure. Just starting.

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.

Every hitch of his breath sounds so soft in the quiet room, angelic and filthy all at once as Jungkook's body starts to process the hand on him. Yoongi feels like he's slowly dying in those sounds, all the little jumps underneath Jungkook's skin, and it's amazing to think that he had this, had this all the time, had this for so long, because in some hazy way it feels like the first time all over again. The way Jungkook gives under him is like the first time, the way he groans desperately into Yoongi's mouth is like the first time, the way his cock twitches eagerly in his fingers, so sensitive to every drag of his nails, every press of his thumb. Maybe everything just feels sharper now, nerve endings and neediness on high alert after years and god damnit Yoongi can feel him grow even more in his palm. Just a couple half-tugs and he's like a fucking rock. It hasn't even been fifteen seconds. Heat swoops low in his belly, fuzzing out the corners of the room as Jungkook breathlessly echoes his own thoughts.

Yoongi pulls back from the kiss, or what was once a kiss before the room suddenly got twenty degrees warmer, hovering just enough to search the other's face. He looks...--well. Like the single hottest thing Yoongi has ever had or will ever have, and that's putting it simply.

"God, kid," he murmurs, voice impossibly deep, gravelly in the way he sometimes gets on his own records. Only his tracks never sound this affected. "That didn't take long."

He's also possibly never been quite this serious before, because that statement isn't judgmental or teasing or lighthearted in the slightest. There's absolutely no humor in Yoongi's gaze as it remains fixed on the boy below him, pitch black and focused while he tightens his grip. He draws slow and steady, thumbing over the head so he can slick precum up and down Jungkook's entire length. The slick drag makes Yoongi's mouth practically water, moving to catch a drop of water on Jungkook's cheek with his tongue without really pulling away. He's going to make him feel so good. Better than good. Better than any other time before. He'll make sure of that, his pace quickening just a touch.

Edited 2015-12-11 02:21 (UTC)

what did you expect? is what jungkook wants to say. he wants his voice to be sharper when he does it, wants it to be a proper quip, wants to be an active participant in their back and forth instead of splayed out uselessly against his sheets. he opens his mouth but what comes out instead is a sound suspiciously close to a whimper, because every tug of yoongi's fingers sends a sharp thrill of pleasure up his spine, thickens the haze growing in his mind.

because it's good. because it's so good and it's been so long, so long since he's felt anything even remotely close to this. this kind of white hot pleasure that burns through him with a vengeance, everything that he could remember, could drive himself crazy with remembering, but was sure he would never have again. nothing could compare. even the way that he got himself off could never quite measure up to the way that yoongi took care of him, the way he toyed with him, the way he memorized all the little things that jungkook's body does on instinct. and he still remembers. it's evident in his dark gaze, in the way his fingers tighten their grip around him. it's in every slow push and pull and the way his thumb slides over the head, sensation enough to make jungkook's hips twitch up slightly, a soft keen leaving his throat.

maybe yoongi doesn't know that. but jungkook has no idea how he wouldn't know. even if they haven't explicitly talked about it. it's more than obvious in how hard he is, the way his cock keeps giving those pitiful little twitches that are far beyond his control. his eyes are glazed, completely clouded over with lust by the time yoongi pulls back to look at him. his mouth is hanging open slightly, lips kiss swollen and allowing room for the way he's breathing harder now, in soft pants and hitches more than anything else. "i haven't..." is what he finally manages. or at least he tries, though his voice isn't steady, his want curling around each syllable. "... not since the last time. with you." it's a little messy and incoherent because yoongi's tongue is on his skin again but it's the truth and at least it's out there. at least he can be sure he knows.

Yoongi laps up the water, feels the sharp heat of Jungkook's skin on his tongue. He can already taste how needy he is, god has there even been a time when they both needed it this badly, and he's not even between his thighs yet. Yoongi groans against the side of his neck at the thought, lazily sucking along the still-fresh bruises as Jungkook's cock keeps searching for more, practically pleading for more in his hand. His grip tightens even further to still the twitches, more for his own sake than to tease the kid. He's on shaky ground as it is, with every minute detail of Jungkook getting off crashing into him like relentless waves--his pants are on the threshold of painfully tight and excruciatingly tight, but there's no reason to really give that any thought right now.

It's hard to think about himself at all when Jungkook's unraveling so perfectly underneath him. Jungkook's giving him so much right now, and he doesn't even know it. He doesn't even realize how fucking crazy it's driving Yoongi, still driving him, every touched out breath, every soft whimper falling on his ears like a siren's call, luring him to sink even deeper into the younger man. It never did take much. Worse when he starts talking in that distracted, breathy way that's so familiar it almost aches.

This time, there's no mistaking what he said, no double-take. Yoongi hears him loud and clear. There's a fraction of a fraction of a moment where Yoongi's brain clicks together again and he understands the enormity of what Jungkook's actually saying, registers shock and longing and gratitude and a dozen other emotions even harder to pinpoint, ones he knows he'll have to express later on, that he'll want Jungkook to understand too--but that moment quickly gives way to something else. Because really, the fact that Jungkook's actually been untouched this entire and completely absurd amount of time, that Yoongi was the last one to get him like this, have him like this, touch him like this...that might be the hottest thing as well.

And maybe he snaps just a little.

Electricity sparks every nerve ending in his body as Yoongi pulls back only to roughly claim Jungkook's mouth once again, throwing everything he can't yet say into that kiss. It's the kind of sudden ferocity that leaves the boy's lips even more red and swollen than they were before, Yoongi ruining him further with quick, heated presses that tug on the vulnerable skin. He doesn't stop stroking him, not even when he starts dragging the kisses down his throat, shoulder, hungry for every last inch of Jungkook splayed out underneath him.

"Guess I need to make up for lost time then, hm?"

Edited 2015-12-18 06:25 (UTC)

it's ridiculous, how easy it is for jungkook to fall apart underneath yoongi. it doesn't take anything at all, because jungkook is already so worked up, so desperate to be close to him again, to have this again, that yoongi could unravel him with just the touch of a finger, he's sure. he's already well on his way, and maybe if he wasn't touching out already it would be easy to feel pathetic or embarrassed about it. but as it is he's using what's left of his focus not to jerk and roll his hips up to try and get more friction, to try and get more faster because he knows from experience that it's better when he lets yoongi take his time. he knows that yoongi likes to take his time. he knows that he likes it too, that he wants this to go on forever just as much as he wants to come.

but yoongi makes it hard to try and push that want back. he makes it hard when every single thing he does has jungkook's body tense and hot with arousal, when he still hasn't stopped stroking him and god. it's hard to tell if the heat and flush in his cheeks is from the arousal or something else after his breathy, distracted confession but the response that he gets is unexpected. the sudden assault on his mouth has him groaning into yoongi's all over again, returning it the best he can, shivering from the fire that he can feel behind it, the intensity so clearly starting to rise to the surface of yoongi's cool, calm exterior.

his fingers are still itching to do something, still wanting. because he needs to touch yoongi, needs to have as much contact as he can, needs to lose himself in absolutely everything about the older man. it's been too long. it's been way too fucking long and it feels amazing when his fingers move and thread their way into yoongi's hair, when he curls them around the soft strands, tips his head back and tries to remember how to breathe. it's getting harder and harder, his grip tightening, pulling slightly just because and because of the way yoongi's low voice rolls through him, the promise behind his words only adding to the fire swirling low in his belly.

"please..." it's all that jungkook manages to get out, the word breathy and strained, dangerously close to a whine this time. it's followed by his tongue slipping out to lick his lips, teeth catching on the bottom one a moment later, like he doesn't want to sound like such a mess just yet.

It feels like the promise behind his words has been lingering somewhere inside of him for years. He's been waiting for so long. Waiting and hoping and praying for a second chance with this boy spread out so beautifully underneath him now. He fucking aches for this, every single freckle dusting his collarbones, the way his chest rises and falls so quickly beneath his lips, all rabbit pulse and tense need. It doesn't matter that Yoongi's in a bed he's never been in before, and it doesn't matter that this place isn't familiar, that he's spent so much time trying to bridge this gap, close all this distance between them--Jungkook's body is the best homecoming, always has been, always will be.

He lets that body guide him, every single movement he makes as he slides further down the younger's heated body. It's the kind of intuition that comes from experience and intimacy, intimacy unlike anything else he had ever had before. He never knew it could even be this good before Jungkook, that he could be so in tune with someone. His breath hitches as he drags a hand down the hard muscles in his abdomen, practically humming at his finger tips, as if they're being properly introduced for the first time, and he swears he's not the only one. Swears he feels a hint of a shudder before his nails even dig down, teeth grazing ever so lightly against Jungkook's nipple. He mouths at it until it's as hard as the cock Yoongi's still working, not fast enough, not more enough. He knows. He can tell. Jungkook's breathless plea only seals the deal.

So he lets that guide him too, the sudden fingers threading and tugging at his hair. Yoongi's eyelashes flutter at the hold, so many memories rushing through of Jungkook doing exactly this--in his bed, against the wall, sprawled on his couch, begging just blow me already as he impatiently pulled at his hair, knowing how it got to the elder. The pleasure nearly chokes him as he continues marking up his chest, sides, the dip of his waist. He wants Jungkook to grab him even harder. Wants to feel just how bad he needs it, like he did all those times before. Because as much as Yoongi desperately wants to keep going, tasting every last inch of his skin, a kiss for every minute they've been apart, the pull is starting to get overwhelming.

Before he even realizes it Yoongi's settling between Jungkook's legs, breath barely ghosting over his cock as he positions himself more comfortably. A palm smooths up the kid's stomach, steadying him, holding him down--as if he would go anywhere. The heat in the room is nearly unbearable, Yoongi's gaze flicking back up to Jungkook's face and immediately hating himself for it.

Edited 2015-12-23 05:28 (UTC)

it's a strange sensation, the way that it feels familiar and yet like the first time. jungkook knows that it's because it's been so long. it's been so long that his body could have forgotten yoongi's touch, could have forgotten just what it was like to be left entirely at the older man's mercy. and maybe it did, in some ways. maybe it's harder to remember the intensity of it all, the way that the heat claws its way up his throat, the way it burns in his lungs and makes it hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to exist at all when he just wants to melt into whatever yoongi will give him. he wants yoongi to give it to him. he's greedy, wants all that he can get, wants more fire rushing through him, wants the pleasure he knows he can give and maybe he even wants some more of that torturous teasing. maybe just a little.

and he's getting it, whether he wants it or not. he's getting it in the way that yoongi takes his time sliding down every inch of him, in the drag of his lips and gentle grazes of his teeth absolutely fucking everywhere. jungkook feels like he'll go insane with it, with the drag of yoongi's hand over his skin, the dig of nails and everything else that has him arching slightly, involuntarily because he's always been sensitive there and yoongi knows it. he knows it just like he knows it will send another white hot strike of pleasure right down to his cock, enough for another touched out groan, for his grip in yoongi's hair to tighten, his own nails just starting to press in as well.

they've been here before. they've been here enough times that jungkook knows from experience just how fucking good it is, how much yoongi likes it, how the giving seems to light a fire in him even more than the getting does. it helps him to think that maybe it's okay to be greedy, to be selfish for the moment because fuck it's hard not to be when he's so hard, when he has yoongi's mouth all over him, yoongi settling between his legs, yoongi torturing him all over again with that barely-there breath over his cock that immediately has it twitching in his grip all over again, slick and impatient.

honestly, he's so worked up that he could probably come like this. he could probably come just from the anticipation, from the memory of what it's like to have yoongi's mouth on him. he could, but he won't. because he has the real thing right here, and he isn't going to waste that. he refuses to, wants to experience it, even if it's kind of killing him, looking down to see the way that yoongi looks right now. when their gazes lock, it's intense. jungkook can see just how much yoongi is affected, knows he must look like a wreck himself already and it's only going to get worse from here. but it's going to get better. it's going to get so much better, and before yoongi gets on with it and makes jungkook lose his mind entirely, he gives a pointed, harder pull at his hair just because. because he knows how much yoongi likes it, and god, he doesn't think that he can wait anymore.

"yoongi ..." his voice is rough and breathy at the same time, a strange combination that only comes out when he gets like this. he licks his lips and tries to breathe. "please... don't wanna wait anymore." he's done more than enough of that, four years of that, and suddenly even another minute seems unbearable.

The moment he glances up at Jungkook, holding his dark gaze, is the moment he'll think back on as when everything else effectively shut down. There's no one else in this world besides Jungkook, no one else who can make him feel so much, want so much just from a single look, from swiping a tongue across lips he had so readily abused a couple minutes ago. He's so wrecked already, body trembling in anticipation, cock straining as he gives it a tortuously slow pump with his fist. So slick in his own precum, so fucking hot, and god it takes everything in his willpower not to just eat his boyfriend up right then and there. Even harder when Jungkook tightens his grip in the blond strands, pulling a low, satisfied groan from Yoongi's mouth as he dips down even further between the boy's thighs.

It doesn't matter that he's nearly four years older, all grown up in more ways than one--he still has the best thighs Yoongi's ever seen in his entire life. Even though Jungkook hasn't kept up with dancing, they're still just as strong and toned as Yoongi remembers, and just as soft and pliant on the inside, giving underneath the pressure of his tongue. He nips at the vulnerable skin, more insistent now, senses overwhelmed by everything Jungkook. The smell of him, the touch of him, the taste of him, it's all so heady that he can practically feel the way his name courses through and rolls off of Jungkook's tongue. It's his name curled around Jungkook's need, his name that Jungkook breathes so prettily, his name that's the first to come, and Yoongi never wants it to be any different. He wants to hear Jungkook say his name like that at least a thousand more times, he wants it enough times that all of the old memories pale in comparison.

But more than anything else, Yoongi wants to give him exactly what he wants. Because at this point he's pretty sure that there's nothing he wouldn't do for Jungkook, give to Jungkook if only he asked for it. And he's asking, begging for it so sweetly. The kid has a good point. Yoongi definitely doesn't need any more convincing than that.

"I know, jagi," he hums lowly, sucking at the soft flesh one last time. The old pet name happens without a second thought, pressed into the younger boy as Yoongi moves to nuzzle at the base of his cock instead, cheek rubbing softly against the hard length curled up toward his stomach. God, he's so gorgeous. There's no way he's going to drag this out any more. Absolutely no way.

"No more waiting."

Without any other warning Yoongi tilts his head to place wet, open-mouthed kisses against Jungkook instead, still holding him firmly in place as he mouths his way to the head. Almost lazily, he laps up every drop of precum he can find, tongue digging into his slit, nails biting down on his belly none so gently just a second later, Jungkook's heat already making his head spin dangerously.

Edited 2015-12-29 04:44 (UTC)

it's in times like these that jungkook could swear that yoongi lives to torture him. he's always been like this for as long as he can remember, somehow attached to taking his time, slow, lazy presses all over every inch of jungkook's body until the heat and the pressure get to be too much to contain. jungkook remembers. of course he does, even if he spent the first few years after he left doing his best not to. back then he wanted to forget everything, didn't want to have to live with the memories of things he would sure would never come back to him but here they are. here yoongi is, right back where he was years ago. here he is with his sleepy eyes, dark and intense with his lust, here he is with that mouth and that tongue and the slow presses all over his inner thighs.

it's good. of course it is, too good for jungkook to complain, too good for him to ask yoongi to stop or give him more or any of those things. because the truth is, he fucking loves it when yoongi does this to him. he loves it when he takes control like this, when he marks him up like a blank canvas, leaves as many pretty purples and blues wherever he feels like it so that jungkook can have them to look back on later, can have the faint soreness there for the next few days to remind him just how yoongi took care of him. as if he could forget. as if he could ever forget, as if it could even matter now because after this, they're not going to be apart. not like that again, not ever, if he can help it. and even the thought is overwhelming, rushing inside of him just like the wave of heat that still threatens to choke him. fuck.

every nip and suck at his skin has him letting out little noises, whether he realizes it or not. there's no need to keep quiet, no neighbors or roommates that he gives a shit about and he would rather lose himself in this, in yoongi, in every single fucking thing about him, everything he's wanted so badly. everything he still wants so badly. it still seems unreal, all of this does, and even moreso when the lazy drawl of yoongi's voice reaches him again. that same petname he used to call him over and over again, the same one that gave him butterflies, that made his stomach curl into painful knots by the end of it all.

right now, it just makes him breathless. overwhelming all over again, but not in a bad way. definitely not in a bad way, especially when yoongi is slowly making his way where jungkook really wants him, making his breath hitch with his soft nuzzling.

it's nothing compared to the feeling of yoongi's mouth on him. absolutely nothing can compare to this, to the way that even the first touch has him gasping out a groan, tilting his head back because god. it shouldn't be allowed to feel this good. nothing should be allowed to feel this good, especially when it's just starting but it's been so long, it's been so long and he's so hard right now that he almost can't stand it. his fingers curl even tighter around yoongi's hair, pulling while his hips twitch up and he whines softly in the back of his throat. "fuck," he manages, voice all touched out, but his grip on sanity is slipping away fast and he's loving every single second of it. "yoongi, more, please -" he cuts himself off with another moan, impatience making him desperate in the best sort of way.

Of course Jungkook does't ask him to stop. He's never asked him to stop, not even once for as long as they've been together, and in any case Yoongi knows him better than that--knows that he gets off just as hard to the slow burn of anticipation, that every teasing nip and bite abusing his skin satisfies that something inside of him that's a mirror image of Yoongi's own desires. For all his impatience, he wants to be taken care of, thoroughly, completely, the way that Yoongi has always taken care of him. Except he hasn't been there to properly care for his boyfriend in a long, long time--far too long, long enough that it's starting to feel like a dream all over again, Jungkook sprawled so hot and breathless against the sheets, nearly too good to be true. Like some beautiful, brutal mirage of what he had managed to let slip away.

But it isn't too good to be true. It's all real, and he's here, solid and hard against the flat of Yoongi's tongue as he licks a long stripe up the underside of his cock. He can taste Jungkook's body wash on his skin, that vague cherry scent lingering like some delicious candy he suddenly can't get enough of. It should be criminal how good he feels against his mouth, but memory tells him he's going to feel even better inside, Yoongi swallowing around every single inch. The needy little twitches in his grasp, the rock of his hips, the whine in the back of Jungkook's throat let him know he's not the only one who who wants more, remembers how much better Yoongi's more is.

The fact that Jungkook's mindlessly pleading at the top of the bed already, more desperate than he's ever heard him before and sounding like fucking sin is almost more than Yoongi can take. This definitely isn't a slow burn anymore. Jungkook's all white hot fire raging dangerously out of control, yanking Yoongi down with him with every grasp of his hair, every needy little sound echoing in his ears. Yoongi feels like he could cum just from the way he moans his name, and he's never going without this again--no, he's never again going to let Jungkook go, wants to be here to catch him again and again and again when he falls.

Because Yoongi's definitely going to make him fall, tumble headfirst into that hard heat as his tongue teases once, twice more before suddenly he's shifting to take him all the way. Yoongi hollows his cheeks as he sucks Jungkook in deep, the heavy, familiar weight inside of him a million times better than any wet dream, any memory, any dull recreation he could have ever mustered. A barely audible groan pulses around Jungkook's cock as Yoongi starts up a slow, measured pace that'll make Jungkook shake, hair barely grazing Jungkook's hipbones before he's pulling back up to suck firmly at his head. Back and forth, gaze almost predatory as he once again locks on the younger boy he's steadily working over. The hand on his stomach moves to settle on the younger's side instead, firmly keeping his hips from bucking up. He's not going to let Jungkook fuck his mouth--not yet, anyways. He wants to do the work himself, let Jungkook lie back and take everything he gives to him first.

it's a kind of vulnerable that jungkook isn't used to anymore, the way that he gets with yoongi. a kind of vulnerable that comes with years of practice and trust, that comes pouring out of him now full-force as if they haven't spent so much time apart. as if the last time he was at yoongi's mercy wasn't years and years ago, as if there was never anything wedged between them to take away any of the trust in the first place. time is a funny thing. weird how it can make some things worse and some things so much better, but the last few months spent building this up with yoongi again, first together and then apart again for a little while, have undoubtedly been worth it. worth it in the best way, worth it because jungkook has never felt more like nothing really happened, has never been more capable of forgetting it, of moving forward instead of being haunted by everything they both allowed to happen in the past.

and he would rather it be like this. of course he would, with yoongi here, with everything about his presence surrounding jungkook. he's fucking everywhere and that's exactly the way that jungkook needs him to be, because it's been such a long time since he's felt like this, such a long time since he's been like this. jungkook can't even fully remember the last time he let himself get like this, everything laid out on the table, giving himself over entirely to the mercy of someone else. it was yoongi. it's always been yoongi, will always be yoongi, and it doesn't matter if the details of that last time are fuzzy now because yoongi will make damn sure that this time stands out loud and clear. he already is, and jungkook feels like he could drown it it, like he could let this heat consume him and burn him up and he would welcome it because nothing has ever felt better, and it's not just the sex.

it's not just the sex but undoubtedly that's where more and more of jungkook's focus is straying to, but who can blame him with the way that yoongi plays him so expertly, like jungkook is one of those instruments he's spent years and years learning until he's got it down to perfection. jungkook doesn't know if it is because it's been so long or if it's the sheer expertise that yoongi has over him that's hitting him so hard, but it doesn't matter. it doesn't matter nearly as much as yoongi's tongue dragging over sensitive skin, doesn't matter as much as the perfect, sinful feeling of yoongi's mouth around him and fuck. jungkook wants this, wants to feel this, all of it, everything that yoongi can give him. he's greedy for it, so greedy for more, teetering between giving up that last struggling hold he has on coherency and stubbornly clinging on just so he can last longer, so he can take more of this feeling, so that it doesn't have to end far too fast after waiting for so long.

but yoongi makes it hard to have a choice. yoongi makes it hard for a choice to even fucking exist with the way that he takes him in, the expertise that carries over into everything mixed with how genuinely he enjoys it enough on its own to make jungkook's toes curl. he lets out a low sound of something closer to satisfaction this time, mouth dropping open, everything out on display because he isn't holding back any of it. he's sure that he couldn't even if he tried, not when he can feel the jolt that comes with yoongi groaning around his cock, not when he manages to look down just enough to get a good glimpse of yoongi taking him so effortlessly. jungkook can't sustain that, not when it has a sharp shudder rolling through him, not when yoongi is holding him in place and he's helpless to do much more than take it with a tight grip and nails digging into yoongi's scalp, all but entirely unaware of the sounds that he's making now.

Hoseok had laughed at him when Yoongi had once claimed sex was the only sport he was good at, slapping his back like he was making some deadpan joke as per usual--but in all honesty, he was being dead serious. Maybe he doesn't have the finesse of an athlete, can't hit moves the way that his dance team can do so easily, doesn't exactly give a shit about participating in anything that will force him to move beyond the bare minimum. But this, this right here--blowing Jungkook so well he can't remember his name, can't even remember to breathe when he comes shaking and thrashing against the mattress--this Yoongi takes the fucking gold in. And he comes out winning every time.

He knows damn well what he's doing when he starts up the tortuous rhythm, knows how wrecked it's already making Jungkook as the boy makes a noise that sounds like it's been ripped straight from his throat, low and guttural and still so needy. He can feel it in the ripple of his muscles underneath his fingers, the way his hips helplessly shudder underneath his commanding hold. And the thing is, Jungkook is strong enough that if he really wanted to, he could break free. He could physically overpower Yoongi easily. But he doesn't. He fucking lies back and lets Yoongi move him into the right position, accepts it so willingly, trusts him without a second thought. He takes it like he doesn't even have the option, like he doesn't even want it in the first place, and that messes with Yoongi so bad on so many levels. Longing and lust tighten dangerously in his stomach, and he's so hard for his boyfriend right now it's a little disgusting.

Effortlessly, he sinks down all the way, further and further until his nose is brushing up against baby soft skin and all he can do is swallow around Jungkook's cock. He holds himself there, digging into his waist the same way Jungkook is mercilessly digging into his hair before pulling off completely a few moments later. The sound is obscene, wet when Yoongi's mouth leaves him, already red and shiny with precum. And then his hand is following suit, pulling back to graze up Jungkook's stomach instead, petting along the taut body. So wound up for him. There's a slight sheen of sweat over Jungkook's entire body already, and it's so alluring that Yoongi can't help but dip down and flutter kisses against his stomach.

"Feel good, baby?" His voice is even huskier now, practically a low purr as he breathes against him without touching. "Is that what you were waiting for?"

He knows it's good, he knows because Jungkook makes it so fucking easy to know--but he wants to hear him say it. Wants to hear him struggle to even get the words out coherently because pretty soon his boyfriend's going to be feeling so good he won't even have that choice anymore, will have nothing left to do but come undone underneath him.

jungkook doesn't really know how yoongi does it. he's never known how he does it, how he manages such total control over him, how he can reduce jungkook to nothing but a pitiful mess of shaking nerves and broken curses without even trying. at least, it seems effortless. it always has, and there's something in that that gets to jungkook even worse, the way that the older man is perpetually lazy in everything that he does, the way that the slow lilt in his words and his movements can soothe jungkook to sleep some nights and spur him into anything but on others. he fucking loves it. he fucking loves every second of it, loves the pleasure, the addiction, the adrenaline that yoongi's touch gets spiking through his veins and they both know it. yoongi knows it without jungkook ever having to say a word, and he loves that, too.

he really loves yoongi's mouth, loves everything about it, all tight wet heat and no gag reflex and jungkook swears his vision flashes white when he's suddenly taking him in all the way. when yoongi swallows around his cock it has him throwing his head back, gritting his teeth and setting his jaw against the sudden assault of pleasure that makes his head spin, biting back the sudden threat of losing it instantly that spikes up dangerously. luckily yoongi is showing him mercy a second later, mercy and a different kind of torture all at once when he pulls of completely, the return of cool air against now wet skin making jungkook shiver. or maybe that's yoongi's voice, pressed against him with a stupid petname that he used to say ironically, but now it rushes to jungkook's head in that way that makes his throat run dry.

"fuck, so good," he breathes, a slight edge of a groan in his words because he knows from experience that when yoongi asks a question he likes to hear an answer. he likes to but he doesn't have to, doesn't need to, and that's exactly what's always pushed jungkook to give them to him anyway. his fingers loosen in their grip enough to absently massage at yoongi's scalp instead, running through soft strands. "don't know how i fucking survived without this.."

Yoongi hums appreciatively at the way Jungkook's grip slackens, softens for just a moment so he can run his fingers through his hair. Nails rake gently along his scalp, comforting and arousing all at once, reminding him of all those countless times before. Suddenly it dawns on him again, the fact that Jungkook will be coming home with him soon. The realization comes over and over again, and each time it nearly takes Yoongi's breath away, just like it does when the younger boy is groaning out a reply that Yoongi didn't even know he wanted to hear as badly as he does. Because it was the same for him. It was just as bad, it was absolutely miserable without Jungkook's touch, his laughs, his everything.

Knowing that Jungkook wanted him that much that entire time, that he didn't even use anyone else to at the very least help take some of the edge off...satisfaction curls hotly inside Yoongi's stomach as he brushes more kisses along the boy's hipbones, the bruises purpling his thighs. Affectionate but certainly not sweet, not when his fingers slowly curl around Jungkook's length again, pumping him so close to his open mouth, tongue drawing patterns along Jungkook's skin. Fuck. Jungkook is so tense he can feel every shiver running through his body, straight down to his cock. Yoongi wants to ruin him.

"Don't know how I did it either," he murmurs, nearly groans himself as he takes Jungkook in his mouth all over again. Faster, even harder than before, the way he works against him, sucking him in good and deep so Jungkook knows exactly what it is that was missing before. He can't hold himself back anymore, and he doesn't want Jungkook to either, doesn't want him to hide anything from him anymore. Just wants him to feel good, so fucking good, the only thing left in his brain as Yoongi pushes him to his breaking point.

it's getting hard, hard to try and focus on anything that isn't right here, right now, this moment in time and everything that yoongi is doing to him. it's so good that it has his focus zoning in, jungkook tilting his head enough so that he can open his eyes and look, so that he can glance down and see that he's still here, that everything about this is real. this is like the kind of fantasy that he would have created for himself years ago, having yoongi here, having this pleasure back, but it's so much more than that. so much more even than the soft strands between his fingers and the low voice and drag of lips and tongue over his skin. it's so much more that it has his heart full, so full that jungkook thinks it could burst.

but that's not the only thing. he's still tense, like his whole body is pulled taut, a livewire to every single one of yoongi's touches. his skin is suddenly hypersensitive to even the smallest thing yoongi feels like giving him, leaves him shivering with another soft groan in response to yoongi's fingers curling around him again.

the words barely hit him before yoongi's mouth does all over again, the pleasure ripping through him so fast it makes his back arch off of the bed for a brief moment. because it's good, so fucking good and it has his fingers curled back in yoongi's hair, tugging slightly with a loud groan and heavy breaths because shit, he isn't going to be able to hold out like this and he knows that yoongi knows it. and that makes it so much worse, makes jungkook suddenly desperate for all of the things he knows that yoongi can give him. "yoongi.." his voice is all touched out, closer to a whine now because of just how close he is, because jungkook doesn't know if he'll be able to take it if yoongi teases him any more.

Thankfully for Jungkook, Yoongi himself can't even keep up the teasing anymore--not when this is the first time again in so many months, not when his body is drunk on everything Jungkook and it feels like he might explode with how much he wants the boy trembling and arching underneath him, how much he feels for every last part of him. And certainly not when Jungkook is so clearly reaching his limit, all that anticipation and desperation from before stretching tighter and tighter inside of him, all harsh breathing and painful tugs. He's so close. Just needs Yoongi to get him there.

Yoongi knows when he hears that whine in his voice, that hitch that wasn't there before. His name comes out dazed, wrecked on Jungkook's lips and Yoongi immediately files that away somewhere so he can revisit it again and again, remember how perfect the younger boy sounds right now. Everything about him is perfect right now, and the thought of Jungkook coming so hard down his throat it leaves him a sweating, shaking mess on top of his bed--ruining how thoroughly cleaned up he got for him in the first place--is so good all Yoongi can do is mindlessly chase after it.

He grips onto the boy's thighs to steady himself, nails biting and claiming the sensitive skin as he deep throats Jungkook again and again, swallowing all of his precum before it even has a chance to escape his mouth. There's no second for recovery, no pause as Yoongi continues with the mind-numbing pace, feeling his own heart pounding in his ears. A moan barely surfaces before it's shut up by the cock nudging the back of his throat, Yoongi forcing his eyes open so he can watch it happen. So he can watch Jungkook come for him. The soft graze of teeth is the final blow, he knows it is, as Yoongi holds him in place deep inside of him.

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