kkaeppsong | [yoongi/jungkook] ; the stars

[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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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.

jungkook honestly thinks that nothing has ever felt this good before. not even the times that he had yoongi before, not even the first time or any of the times after that because none of them could compare to this. none of them had quite the same build up behind them, the anticipation, all of the time spent apart, separated from yoongi, even just the last few months of being with him without really being with him. if he's being honest with himself, those were the worst. because those were the long months of jungkook knowing that he did have yoongi again, had him in his grasp but just so far away, the steady build of longing for this kind of thing day after day and it's all crashing down right here, right now, like this.

it's not like jungkook would have planned on having sex with yoongi, even if he had known that he was going to show up on his doorstep like this. it's not like it was his priority but he should have known better to think that they wouldn't fall into this. to think that yoongi wouldn't make him an absolute wreck with just a single touch. but this is more than just a touch. this is so much more, and jungkook can feel himself practically burning up from the inside out, the very last bits of his sanity not so much falling away as being ripped from him entirely by the sheer force of the pleasure that yoongi gives him.

it doesn't take long at all. not more than a few seconds, really, not once yoongi knows and it's unrelenting, obvious that yoongi wants jungkook to come so why the fuck should he keep trying not to. he doesn't. instead, he lets go. he lets it crash over him with short, desperate sounds until yoongi gives him the final push and has him coming so fucking hard that he honestly forgets to breathe. he forgets everything that isn't yoongi and the feeling overwhelming every single nerve in his body, shaking with fingers tight in his hair and entirely unaware of whatever sounds he might make, whether it's yoongi's name or a mess of curses and nonsense or nothing at all. it isn't until the pleasure starts to subside that he catches his breath, hard and fast with shaky fingers still holding on like somehow his grip on yoongi's hair is going to ground him again.

It's amazing how the force of Jungkook's orgasm can still shake him so hard even as he's expecting it, waiting for it, doing everything he can in his power to make sure it's more or less the best fucking orgasm he's ever had in his entire life. And judging by the way Jungkook falls apart so suddenly, so completely, sounds ripping from him Yoongi's sure he's never heard from him or anyone else for that matter...he supposes it's safe to say he more or less accomplished that goal. And he drinks it all in as if he's starved, brows knitted together, the sharp tension in his jaw, expression sinking into wave after wave of pleasure as he comes hard inside of him. Yoongi couldn't have looked away even for a second. God, the things he would do--that he'll continue to do--to have Jungkook look the way he does right now.

Yoongi doesn't pull off of him immediately. His own nerves are frayed, overheated from all the stimulation and he desperately wants to take off his jeans to relieve at least some of the pressure but first he needs to continue taking care of his boyfriend. Lapping up a couple drops that escaped on the underside of Jungkook's cock, Yoongi makes sure he's thoroughly cleaned up, that there's nothing left for him to swallow. A couple slow, shallow bobs of his head, just enough to prolong the sensation without being too much, one last swipe of his tongue--and then he's gently releasing him, crawling back up Jungkook's body without even a moment's hesitation.

It feels like he hasn't caught his breath for hours, and his neck is a little sore from the strain of hovering over Jungkook in just the right position, but all he can focus on is how blissed out the kid looks right now. The fingers don't leave their grip in his hair, and Yoongi doesn't want them to. He just lets them guide him once again, this time to Jungkook's chest, still heaving softly, heart rate trying to come back to normal.

"Shit." Yoongi's own breathing coming out short and ragged as he stutters out a broken laugh. He kisses his way up to Jungkook's collar bones, the touches gentler now as the room, so loud before, falls into a quieter intimacy he hasn't felt in a long, long time.

Yoongi can't pull away from how sated and content Jungkook looks right now up close like this. He half wonders how many more times tonight the kid can possibly make himself look more gorgeous, because right now is something else entirely. And still so warm, body burning Yoongi up through his layer of clothes and somehow making him even harder, if that was even possible at this point.

"So good," he murmurs against him, drawing him into a soft kiss. "You were so good."

jungkook is long past the point of being embarrassed or shy about things like this with yoongi. he doesn't feel that even in the slightest. it doesn't matter how loud he was just a matter of seconds ago, doesn't matter what he did or said or looked like because all he can really focus on is the way that it feels, the heavy satisfaction that starts to creep into his consciousness, high on the release of pressure and at least a million other things. yoongi draws a few more sounds out of him, soft noises in the back of his throat before he pulls off entirely and jungkook is still holding onto him, opening his eyes to drink in everything about the way that yoongi looks right now.

it isn't much different from what he was looking at just a few minutes ago. yoongi is still fully clothed, flushed now with obvious arousal, eyes dark and soft all at once and his hair is a mess and jungkook really just wants to kiss him until he can't anymore, until his lungs give out from a lack of oxygen and even then it wouldn't be enough. yoongi's broken laugh paired with gentle brushes of his lips over skin has jungkook's heart squeezing, fingers loosening in their grip for more of that gentle massaging instead.

it's intimate in that way that makes his breath catch, makes his heart pound and everything feels so fucking right that it's kind of ridiculous. "mm... you were so good," he counters, fingers slipping out of yoongi's hair and down to the back of his neck instead, massaging there because he knows firsthand the kind of strain it puts on. but they don't stop there, impatient and suddenly needing to do more, sliding around and down towards yoongi's chest, feeling up his sides, his stomach more intently this time through the loose fabric of his shirt. he leans up to make sure that he can capture yoongi's mouth in another kiss, this one pushing a little more heat behind it, fingers catching on the hem of that shirt to start dragging it up impatiently. because despite the fact that yoongi just gave him one of the best fucking orgasms of his life, there's still another itch crawling under his skin that needs to be scratched. and he knows without asking that yoongi has to want it just as much.

Edited 2016-01-10 08:31 (UTC)

Yoongi just hums at the praise, not even trying to hide the lazy satisfaction that lifts the corner of his mouth. "I know."

(But hearing Jungkook say it is about a million times better and so long overdue.)

He finds himself leaning into Jungkook's touch without realizing it, the soft massages along his hair and neck turning him as languid as Cy when she got her ear scratched just right, drifting off into a deep, purring sleep. He's pretty sure he could just lay here and have Jungkook do this to him all night, if he had his way--and if he weren't currently in a state of lowkey dying. A state which worsens considerably when the younger's hands wander up under his shirt instead, still just as impatient and no-nonsense as he was before. It's been so long since he's been touched like this Yoongi practically shudders at the contact. Jungkook's fingers are way too warm and know exactly what they're doing, quickly tugging Yoongi's body out of its brief lethargy.

Yoongi's fingers quickly catch on Jungkook's, helping him drag the shirt off over his head and fling it somewhere on the floor before he leans down again. He wants more of that kiss. Wants more of everything Jungkook has, wants to keep tasting him again and again on his tongue. He also wants, no needs to get these fucking pants off, and soon he's fumbling at the button with shaky fingers, refusing to part from the younger boy as he groans softly against his mouth.

everything that yoongi is giving jungkook now is a nice reminder that yoongi isn't the only one who knows exactly what he's doing, exactly how to do this despite the time and space and every other fucking thing that's come between them for far too long now. maybe it's muscle memory or maybe it's just the fact that jungkook is still so hungry for more of this, more of everything that seeps into the desperate way he's touching. like he wants to feel every single inch of yoongi and then some, like he needs to memorize it all over again, like he could never get enough of this. because he couldn't, and he's sure of that. he'll be greedy for this, greedy for yoongi forever.

but that's okay, because he has a sneaking suspicion that yoongi doesn't mind it, even in the slightest.

he loves it, loves feeling the shift in yoongi's demeanor, the way he goes from practically sinking into him to shuddering against his touch and spurring into actions that are just as desperate as jungkook feels. and it's fucking ridiculous that he could feel so desperate after already getting off once but god, he needs this. he needs more of yoongi, more of everything, needs to give yoongi back just as much and it gets him groaning right back like an answer, like yoongi doesn't know how bad he wants him. jungkook's fingers can't resist spending a little bit more time running over the skin that's exposed to him now, everything he can get to in his haste to trail them down and take the task of getting yoongi out of those clothes into his own hands. the shakiness in his fingers only makes the heat curl tighter, low in his stomach all over again as jungkook does his best to help get the button open. his hand impatiently slips past the fabric to palm and squeeze at yoongi's cock through the fabric of his underwear instead, groaning all over again at how hard he is.

He definitely doesn't mind. There's no reason for Yoongi to complain about anything right now in the slightest, because god how many times over the past few years did he ache just to see Jungkook again, just to feel him beside him again. How many times did he replay those memories over and over again in his head just to get him through the day, just to remind himself he had had something that good. He still has something that good. The way Jungkook feels exploring every last inch of him is that good, so sure of himself, so hungry that it has Yoongi's heart stuttering in his chest.

He's relieved when Jungkook takes charge then, helping to work at his jeans because trying to hold himself up with one hand while also getting these tight, ripped pants off is way too much work. Add in how fucking turned on he is and it's damn near impossible, something low and dangerous rumbling inside of him when Jungkook's fingers suddenly dip beneath his waistband. He doesn't even know if the button if undone or if Jungkook made any real progress at all because holy shit. Pleasure sparks beneath his closed eyelids as Yoongi caves in on top of Jungkook, finally getting some much needed relief as the other works him through his boxers but it's not enough, god it's nowhere near enough.

"Shit," he breathes shakily, reduced once again to monosyllabic curses as his head slumps down to Jungkook's shoulder. It's ridiculous how good it feels when it's not even the real thing yet, Yoongi's hips mindlessly grinding into Jungkook's hand, searching for more, needing more. "Keep going."

Edited 2016-01-18 18:30 (UTC)

jungkook really can't help himself. he doesn't want to help himself, but that's okay. it's obvious that yoongi doesn't want him to either, and why would he? it's been too long for both of them, much too long, and now that they're finally giving into it there's no reason not to fall right in headfirst. there's no other way to fall into yoongi, jungkook is sure of that, because his head is spinning already just from the way he can practically feel the reaction roll through yoongi's body, the breathy curse and the way he tells him to keep going. as if jungkook would stop there.

no, he's less about teasing, always has been but it's different now somehow. maybe it's a product of not being seventeen anymore or maybe it's the deep comfort their relationship has settled into now or something else entirely, but he isn't shy. "hang on," he breathes, pulling his hand back out but just so he can curl his fingers around fabric instead, firmly tugging at yoongi's jeans and boxers together until he gets them as far down as he can manage given their position.

there's no hesitation before his hand comes back, fingers easily wrapping properly around the length of yoongi's cock and stroking him, breath stuttering just at the feeling all over again. "yoongi.." he starts to get it out there, to make sure they're on the same page. "want you to fuck me."

Yoongi's never appreciated Jungkook's impatience as much as does right in this moment, his hips wriggling in an attempt to help the younger boy remove the clothing that's starting to feel like a vice grip. Relief rolls through him when the fabric bunches down around his thighs, a breath that quickly falls into another noise altogether when Jungkook's fingers firmly curl around him. He wastes no time in stroking him, the touch hot and perfect and Jungkook and Yoongi's so painfully hard it feels like he could come even quicker than the boy had. If Jungkook keeps this up...

It takes a second for Yoongi's mind to catch up with Jungkook's voice, but when it does it hits him like a punch to the gut, leaving him momentarily stunned. It's not as if he hasn't thought about it, as if they haven't talked about it over the past few months, but at the same time Yoongi hadn't had any timeline in mind for really breaching that subject. He hadn't come here for that. And he would never push that on Jungkook, not once, not ever--especially not when it had taken Jungkook so much time to even get used to the idea of being around him again. They had promised each other they wouldn't rush things the second time around. And sure, maybe the way Jungkook was kissing him earlier tonight and the whole blowjob thing wasn't exactly taking it slow and steady (as if they cared), but this isn't fooling around, this is Jungkook asking for sex. This is different.

The heat doesn't let up at all, even as Yoongi shifts to meet his gaze once again. Not because he isn't sure, but because he needs to know that Jungkook is. Whole-heartedly, completely sure. And underneath the lust in his dark eyes, the impatience pulling at his features, it's immediately clear how serious Jungkook is. His answer is right in front of him, and Yoongi can't find a single reason not to trust him, breathing a soft kiss against his lips.

"Okay," he murmurs, his low voice much steadier than he actually feels, still reeling from Jungkook's hand and his words and the way he looks and practically everything about the situation. "Did you, uh. Did you actually pack up everything?"

Edited 2016-01-19 02:59 (UTC)

it's not as if jungkook hasn't thought about it, either. he has, just as much as he knows that yoongi has. at least he must have, because it's something that's come up between them here and there over the past few months. something that's lasted through the more serious talks about what they were getting themselves into right along with the flirty exchanges, the ones that came after, when jungkook was alone again in busan and yoongi was in l.a. and things were better between them. better enough to make it comfortable to talk about things like that, better enough to make jungkook really start wanting them again. and this, right here, right now, is something he knows that he means. he knows that he wants this, as long as yoongi is willing to give it to him. because it's been too long. it's been far too long and if jungkook is throwing the rest of himself into this so completely, if he's moving across the world all over again, throwing caution to the wind for the sake of all of this then why not give it up completely.

it's funny, the slight catch of nerves somewhere in the corner of his mind, in the quickening pace of his heartbeat. it's just a little, just wondering because of course there's a chance that maybe they won't be on the same page. and jungkook wouldn't be upset, either, of yoongi decided that he wasn't. if he wanted to wait, if he wanted to take things even slower. but god, jungkook knows that he wants this. and there's no harm in asking.

but it's a relief that yoongi's okay with it, that he can see it in the older man's eyes just as much as what he's sure is reflected back in his own. and the sound of his voice is even more of a relief, though what he asks a moment later has jungkook laughing slightly, even through the thick haze of arousal still weighing heavy on his consciousness. he shakes his head slightly, turns just enough to reach around to the table by his bed with his free hand, the one that's mostly empty but still full of a few things to get him through the next few days. and, well, he hadn't been expecting this, but ... he ends up with a small bottle of lube, one he's been keeping around for god knows how long, holding it up between them with a slight grin playing on his expression. and he makes sure to give yoongi's cock a few more teasing strokes, just because.

"this what you're looking for?"

Yoongi's not exactly keen on the idea of breaking away from Jungkook in order to rummage through countless boxes--or really any idea that has him expending energy to go look for something--but he supposes that's what they get for putting themselves in this situation. He doesn't quite know how to read Jungkook's laughter at first, the way his eyes light up, not when his mind is far too fogged up at the moment, but he quickly catches on when he watches the other reach over to his bedside table. Relief bubbles to the surface as Jungkook pulls a telltale bottle in his hand, offering it up in the space between them with that question and cheeky little grin. Yoongi wants to kiss it off of him. Wants to fuck it off of him, too. Which now, thank god, he'll have the chance to do.

"Smart-ass," Yoongi nearly growls in response, fond and satisfied and impatient all at once as Jungkook goes back to stroking his cock. His fingers are too light to really take any edge off, but Yoongi gladly sinks into the touch regardless as his own hand takes the bottle and pops the lid. Somewhere in the back of his mind there's a spark of recognition--is this seriously the same lube Jungkook had had when they first started dating? seriously?--but Yoongi decides to investigate that at a later time. Right now he has much more important plans, and he doesn't intend to have either of them waiting for much longer.

Yoongi doesn't waste any time coating his fingers, free hand easing Jungkook back against the mattress, spreading his legs even further apart. That low, dangerous thing inside of him propels him forward, eyes dark and focused as they take all of Jungkook in, spread out and pliant for him. Ready to be opened even more. He smooths his hand underneath his thighs, fingers sinking even further down to stroke against Jungkook's entrance, rubbing the silky liquid generously over his skin. The movement is practiced, assured, nothing uncertain at all about the way his fingers work over and claim Jungkook's body once again. It's another kind of home altogether, Yoongi's heart pounding steadily in his ears as he carefully, oh so slowly eases a finger inside of him.

jungkook is glad that, despite his uncertainty, he hadn't packed his lube away with everything else that he knows that he isn't going to be needing over the next few days. at least he had enough foresight to consider the potential necessity and it would have been hell for them to have to go about finding it if he hadn't, and it's somewhere between amusing and endearing to see the relief that clearly passes over yoongi's expression once he knows it's there.

the comment has jungkook's grin widening, even if the way that yoongi's voice is so low, practically a growl has the heat curling tightly in his stomach in response. he gives yoongi's cock a few more pulls for good measure, makes sure to tease his thumb over the head just because before yoongi is pushing him back and he has to let go in order for them to progress. but he doesn't fight it, letting his thighs spread further so that he knows yoongi will have enough space to work with. the anticipation is starting to crawl along his nerves this time, and it's crazy but jungkook swears that maybe it's even worse than the first time.

the first press of yoongi easing his finger inside of him has jungkook biting his lip lightly, because it's been a while. it's been a while and even the few times he's done this to himself don't compare to what he knows will come later, but it doesn't matter. there's the first hint of that familiar stretch and burn but jungkook knows what to expect, knows what it will feel like and what he can take and knows that he can handle it, knows that he wants to work past it, that he wants so much more than this. so he locks gazes with yoongi and nods slightly, already a little breathless all over again. "keep going. you don't have to be too careful."

For a couple seconds, Yoongi's mind goes deliciously blank. He can't count the number of times he's been in this position, that both of them have been in this position, but Jungkook is so hot, so impossibly tight around him it's almost as if it's the first time all over again. Back when Jungkook really had been untouched, so young and inexperienced that Yoongi had spent several long minutes coaxing his body to fully relax with him. Even with one finger he can already feel the slight resistance, the way Jungkook's body has to accommodate instead of immediately accepting him. It really has been a while.

Which is all the more reason why Yoongi keeps up the slow, almost gentle treatment, lightly pumping his finger inside of him. He never stops watching Jungkook as he does so, catching every single reaction and jump of his skin, the determined set of his gaze as he meets Yoongi's dead on. And no, he's really not that seventeen year old anymore. He's not some fragile, naive kid to be handled preciously, and Yoongi knows that, has known that for a while now. Jungkook is an adult now, is fully capable of deciding what is and isn't too much for himself, the fact that he could say what he just did only a hint of the kind of newfound confidence Yoongi's seen in him lately.

But old habits die hard. This is still his Jungkook. This is still the one person he cares far too much for to ever hurt again, in any capacity. And he still loves reducing the boy to a mess underneath him.

"Medium careful then." There's a slight quirk to his lips, nearly pulling out of the boy entirely. Keeping his promise, he soon slides a second finger inside, pressing just a little deeper into Jungkook, reaching just a little more--but still keeping the same slow drag as he fucks his boyfriend open.

in all honestly, jungkook could probably do this himself. it's not like he's a stranger to it, not like he had ever taken the responsibility of the task before, not like it's something that he hasn't done at least a handful of times since he left and was on his own again. he probably could do it, and maybe it would even be a little bit faster, thanks to his own impatience among other things. but the thing is, jungkook doesn't want to. he doesn't want to because he isn't finished being selfish, isn't finished being greedy for yoongi just yet, for as much as he can get from him. even as much as he wants to give yoongi right back, as eager as he is to feel him come just as undone, jungkook can't deny the kind of hunger inside of him that latches on, that's relentless whenever it comes to yoongi.

and yoongi doesn't seem to have any problems with it, either. it's strange, how it brings back a rush of memories, none that jungkook's mind can focus on for too long but even though it's been such a long time they've done this too many times to count. yoongi's been here, knows his body better than jungkook ever did himself and it just grows more and more obvious that that knowledge hasn't been lost to time. because jungkook's body doesn't struggle in opening up to him, relaxing against the initial pain in anticipation of the pleasure that he knows will come after.

it has him huffing out a slight laugh, the response that yoongi gives then and the quirk of his lips. but a second later jungkook is making a sound more like a breathy groan, though his body seems to remember what it has to do just fine. yoongi's fingers are starting to set that fire under his skin all over again, the kind that has his nerves tingling, head tipping back slightly. his gaze is darkening again, still locked on yoongi for now, and jungkook is well on his way to half hard all over again, breathing heavier. "shit," he half groans a second later, another breathless hint of a laugh. "forgot how good this feels."

That breathless groan shoots straight to Yoongi's cock, the heat around his fingers mind-numbingly perfect and making things about twenty times worse and god it feels like he's been hard for hours. He's also fairly certain he's never been this hard in his entire life before, not like this. It's so intense that even just the way Jungkook's looking at him, eyes dark and slightly glazed over, the subtle arch of his body as his head tips back is enough to tighten the arousal. He knows the stretch is subsiding into something else now, and it has Yoongi hungry for more, always hungry to make Jungkook feel all the things he deserved.

Even better when he tells Yoongi how good it is. The blond simply hums in agreement, the sound deep in his throat as he lowers himself, kissing along the exposed column of Jungkook's neck. "You feel incredible too," he praises lowly against his skin, all the bruises he had claimed earlier that evening.

It's no understatement. Every single inch of Jungkook is fiery hot and he doesn't stop, can't think to stop, smoothly pushing in yet another finger. He gives Jungkook a moment to get used to the added stretch before he angles his wrist, crooking his fingers in a way that's clearly searching for that bundle of nerves inside of his boyfriend that'll make him fucking lose his mind. That spot that will make good far too inadequate a word.

jungkook loves everything about this. he loves it and he could never regret it, could never question his own decision to do this, this right here, to cross this line with yoongi all over again. it doesn't matter that they didn't plan on it. it doesn't matter that they've been part for months and even longer before that, that even the thought of this was more than too much last time they were close like this. none of those things matter right now, now that everything has settled into place, now that it all feels so right in ways that he can't explain but instead he just knows. he knows that he needs it, and he knows that yoongi needs it too, and he knows that he's so fucking in love with this man that he could never, ever stop needing anything about it, even for a moment.

yoongi's praise has his skin running hot all over again, a pleasant tingle playing on his nerves right alongside the way that yoongi presses kisses over his neck. it has jungkook reaching up again, touching yoongi now that he can, fingers splayed and sliding up his back. he focuses on the way that it feels, the way that every inch of yoongi is just as hot, the subtle shift of muscles under his skin that drives him crazy.

and then yoongi's sliding in another finger, enough to make jungkook's breath hitch but the adjusting is easier now and really, he can't properly think about anything as soon as yoongi angles his wrist like that. a couple of moments of searching and then he's pressing in just the right way, just right to get jungkook's breath catching on a groan and his body jolting slightly, hips immediately jerking up for more. "fuck, yoongi.." his voice is starting to border on a touched out whine all over again just because he knows, because he's completely hard all over again and it isn't going to be long at all now before this isn't enough, before he finally has yoongi fucking him properly.

It doesn't take long at all. It's almost too easy, finding that prize, feeling the way Jungkook comes alive in a whole new way underneath him. All lit up and breathless and teetering on the edge all over again. Yoongi loves the way he traces over his spine, fingers moving mindlessly, loves the way that he whines his name like it's the only thing he has to hold onto. And he loves the way that he knows exactly what it is that Jungkook means.

Yoongi keeps going. Keeps that steady, brutal pace in the exact same spot, hitting again and again, as his other hand strokes lightly at Jungkook's quickly hardening cock. It would be so tempting to make Jungkook come again just from this. Would be so tempting to keep this up, if there wasn't something even better planned.

Yoongi keeps going until it's unbearable. Until the heat is so thick in the room he feels like he's drowning under it all, sinking under the sheer weight of how much he needs Jungkook. He's never needed him as much as he does right now, because the ache of losing him only makes this ache of getting him back that much sweeter, that much more intense. It's as if his body is constantly pulling him back to the younger boy, refusing to let his attention drop even once. Yoongi wants to touch him and breathe him and bury into him. Wants to do everything.

By the time he pulls away from Jungkook, his chest is heaving slightly, feeling the same tremors running through the boy's body. He finally sheds his boxers the rest of the way down his legs, palming himself as he settles back where he belongs. It all feels slow and fast at the same time, and he doesn't think he's ever been more ready--staring at the way it's reflected right back at him.

"Okay?"

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject