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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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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?"

jungkook knows that he'll never understand it. he'll never be able to, will never even come close to understanding just how yoongi has such a pull on him, how it's possible for yoongi to do the things that he does to him without even trying. like the way that he never stopped thinking about him, even if he wanted to. like the way that he's right here, still playing jungkook's body like the musical genius he is, using every bit of muscle memory to his advantage and then some. he's already built jungkook up and given him everything once and now he's doing it all over again, so good it has jungkook's mind reeling and going deliciously blank all at once.

no, he'll never have any idea how yoongi does this to him, but it doesn't matter. he doesn't need explanations. as long as he has this, as long as neither of them are stupid enough to let it slip through their fingers again, he'll be satisfied.

but he'll be a hell of a lot more satisfied once this part is over, once he has yoongi inside of him properly because they both know what's coming and the anticipation is clawing its way back up his spine with a vengeance. by the time yoongi pulls away from him jungkook is so much more than ready, and the fact that yoongi wants this just as much, everything that he knows is there in the locked gaze between them sends a shiver running through him.

"yeah," he breathes, nodding, shifting his hips slightly like yoongi needs any more encouragement. and then, just for good measure, "please."

Jungkook's been pleading with him all night now, in one form or another--just wanting Yoongi to touch him. Kiss him. Mark him. Make it all better. Yoongi knows he's going to spend the rest of his life with Jungkook making it all better, proving himself far beyond the bedroom, the pleasure blooming beneath the boy's skin and lighting his eyes. Yoongi knows there's so much more than this. So much more he wants to do, wants to say, wants to become for Jungkook. So much more just around the corner--but the thing is, it's there waiting for them. Their future is already there, and right now Yoongi just wants to fall into this moment together without thinking about tomorrow, or next month, or next year.

And honestly, how could he refuse a face like that? He's in love with this kid. He's always been in love.

That’s all his mind can focus on when he guides himself forward, pushes the head of his cock inside. Jungkook’s slick, relaxed, but his fingers could only open him so much. This is something else entirely. There’s nothing that can compare to this, to the way it feels sinking inside of Jungkook, surrounded completely by the tight, soft heat of his body, gently rocking his hips so he’s deep, deeper, deep enough to press against the back of the boy’s trembling thighs. They’re spread so wide underneath Yoongi’s palms--he just guides them further apart, feeding him the last inch.

"Jungkook..."

His voice is scratched raw and breathless, barely heard underneath the firm hammering of his heartbeat, the thrum of pleasure clouding over everything. Maybe he had meant to continue--but there’s nothing else. Jungkook. Jungkook. Only Jungkook.

jungkook normally isn't the type for over the top romance, even in his own head. he isn't the type to get caught up in all the flowery details and descriptions, even when it comes to himself, and even when it comes to yoongi. he isn't always one to openly admit that he has butterflies or anything of the sort, but this, right now, everything about it is different in a way that he can't ignore. he can't try to push it down, the way that the first press of yoongi against him, inside him takes his breath away, makes it catch somewhere in his throat instead. because it's been a long time since anything like this. it's been four years, four years since this kind of close, four years since the last time that yoongi opened him up so effortlessly, so completely.

it's easy, easy but foreign all over again. all jungkook has are the memories to go off of, things that faded over time, and his body doesn't remember every sensation anymore. but it does know what to do. it knows how to relax, knows that he can take it, helps him try to catch his breath again as yoongi fits himself as deep as he can go.

it comes out in a shaky exhale once jungkook can manage it, after yoongi says his name like that, in a way that makes him feel so full. he's full in every way possible, so much that it feels like he could burst, but instead he just reaches up. he reaches up until he can rest his hands at the back of yoongi's neck, fingers locked together, tugging him down. wanting him closer.

he doesn't say anything. not just yet. instead, he just keeps his gaze locked on yoongi's even as he gives an experimental shift of his hips once he thinks it's good enough, hitching his breath all over again.

Yoongi watches the way Jungkook's breath catches in his throat, such a soft thing compared to the way everything inside of him is crashing, pulsing, remembering. Remembering not just being with Jungkook, but being with anyone. Lying with someone like this. Wanting someone like this. After Jungkook left Yoongi simply lost interest--he used to think that maybe it was a curse, how good it was with the younger, how it hardened him to things that would have had no problem satisfying him before. But when the bitterness fell so did the excuses. The truth was that no one was worth having after Jungkook.

Because this is what it feels like--this is what it feels like to be away from someone for years, to be welcomed back without missing a single beat. This is what it feels like when it's right. Just like how Jungkook's touch feels right, the way his fingers lace together and pull him down even further. Their chests press together, close, closer, and Yoongi can feel the racing pulse underneath the younger's skin, can see everything in that dark gaze. He's remembering, too. Yoongi couldn't pull away from him even if he wanted to.

So he doesn't, not even when Jungkook's hips give a maddening little shift, effectively knocking the breath from his lungs. A hand immediately finds the boy's waist, gripping tight as he starts fucking him nice and slow. The other stays on his thigh, stroking almost absent-mindedly as the boy opens up for him more and more with each thrust. And god, it feels absolutely perfect. How had they not done this sooner? How had this not happened the moment Yoongi stepped inside his apartment?

Edited 2016-03-17 03:38 (UTC)

this isn't the sort of thing that jungkook is willing to give to anyone else, that he would ever want to. it's the kind of thing that maybe he wouldn't have wanted to admit before, and maybe not even now, but the truth is that this is something that exists strictly between them. it always has, and maybe there was something, some deep instinct, some part of his brain that he tried and never fully succeeded in quieting that knew that it always would be this way. because the intimacy, the way he lets himself be so vulnerable, the way that he can be so comfortable with practically falling apart in yoongi's hands and trusting that he'll always put him back together again ... that sort of thing doesn't come around often. and jungkook isn't interested in ever trying to look for it again.

it's been more than enough of a journey just to have this again, just to have yoongi here with him like this, to feel the way yoongi's heart is thudding just as hard as his own. it's amazing, everything is, from the grip of yoongi's fingers against his waist to the way he's fucking him to the shake and stutter in his breath. jungkook wants all of it. he can't get enough of it, wants to drink it all in and keep it for himself.

and it's ridiculous, how he can feel even more full than he already did. he's sure that he's going to burst at this rate, that there's no way his body could ever possibly contain all of the things that yoongi makes him feel but he's alright with that. he lets it out in another shaky breath, with fingers curling into yoongi's hair and pleasure curling low in his stomach, fanning out softly with each rock of yoongi's hips. "yoongi.." his voice isn't much more than a breathy murmur, absent minded but he needs to say it. he has to, the words suddenly swelling in his chest, burning like it'll drive him crazy if he doesn't get them out. "..love you."

It'd be so easy to drown himself in the sensations, everything about this, Jungkook so deliriously tight around him, the thick heat edging the corners of his mind, the nearly desperate relief he feels just getting any amount of friction--let alone the fucking ideal. And maybe if were just like any other time, Yoongi could do that. Just let himself go, let him chase after all the pleasure he can take, all the pleasure he can give back.

But it's not just like that. He hasn't held his boyfriend in months, hasn't kissed him even half as much as he's wanted to tonight and now here he is taking Jungkook in the boy's own bed. Yoongi can't even begin to explain what it means, how much he's craved this, needed being with this boy again. Feeling him solid and real in arms, knowing that he's there for Yoongi to hold, to protect, to wrap himself up in and never let go. Whatever it takes to close every last bit of distance, to rip it to shreds. Their limbs are tangled up so tight, Jungkook's trembling breaths fanning against his own lips, and somehow it still doesn't feel close enough.

Maybe the way Jungkook says his name gets them closer. Maybe it's the way he looks right now, flushed, unguarded, without a doubt the most beautiful person Yoongi's ever seen. He can't help but stare at him, something akin to awe seizing his chest when Jungkook presses those words against him. It's a physical ache, a kind of crushing warmth that's so overwhelming he doesn't know how he's supposed to handle it at first. A hand lifts gently to Jungkook's cheek as he holds himself deep inside of him, not because he's some precious seventeen-year old kid anymore--but because he never stopped being precious to him.

"I love you too," Yoongi whispers, and even though they're not new to saying it--over crackling connections on the phone, through Skype, written in stupid emoji-ridden texts, and all the times before--it feels like the first time in a long, long time he's truly saying it to Jungkook. "Always have." He strokes his thumb against the corner of Jungkook's mouth, swallowing thickly, still not looking away. "Always."

it's been a long time since jungkook said those words to yoongi, really said them in the way that he wants to, in the way that means something. and it's not to say that the more recent times didn't mean anything. jungkook has meant it every single time those words have traveled from him to yoongi one way or the other, but everything about this is different. it's different, because it's here, because there's nothing between them, nothing distorting the sound of yoongi's voice when he whispers it right back. because there's nothing keeping him from feeling it all, the touch of yoongi's fingers on his cheek, at the corner of his mouth. the way that he's looking at him, and the feeling, the way that yoongi just makes everything about him come alive. he doesn't understand it. he never has, likely never will, but it doesn't matter. he doesn't have to understand it to feel all of this. and he's sure that that's something that will never stop happening.

the best part is that he knows he isn't the only one. he knows in every single thing about yoongi that he's feeling all of the same things, the weight of the situation, the relief that comes with it, with being so close, so here, even if it still isn't close enough. it's better than anything he's had in the last few months, the last few years. it's so much better than he ever could have imagined anything would be back when he was so sure he was leaving everything behind. he doesn't think about it often. he doesn't want to, and he's firmly rooted in his belief that he doesn't need to. they don't need to. but when yoongi says things like that, it pulls at something deep inside of him. a pulse and ache in his chest that has nothing to do with the pain from before and everything to do with how much he loves yoongi, how much he always has, too.

there's a pause, and jungkook can't help it. he can't help the way that the corners of his lips twitch, lifting slightly under yoongi's thumb. he can't help the way that his gaze brightens, not because he's any less overwhelmed with emotion but because feeling it all is such a relief. because he wants this, wants yoongi, wants everything about right here and right now.

"yeah," he breathes, his lips quirking into more of a smile. "me too." after another moment of searching yoongi's gaze he leans up to close even more of that distance, capturing yoongi's lips instead, still greedy for more of him.

Yoongi's sure that feeling won't really go away. He'll always be in awe of the other, will always be wrapped around his finger, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He doesn't want to have any more time apart from Jungkook, can't imagine his life any other way than exactly as it is right now. For the first time in his entire life, Yoongi feels like everything is absolutely perfect. Everything's managed to fall into place the way that they've fallen back into place, into each other, and Yoongi's not a religious man, or even remotely spiritual, but he sometimes wonders if that's been their path all along, from the moment they met.

Some things really haven't changed since then. Yoongi's heart lifts in so much embarrassing affection watching Jungkook's lips quirk, pull into a smile he's seen countless times before. He's seen Jungkook like this countless times as well, has pretty much experienced the full range of his boyfriend over the past few years, the good and the bad, but this kind of happiness lighting his eyes feels different. It feels real, like a new beginning. Yoongi is all too willing when the boy drags him down by the mouth, feeling the adrenaline in his pulse, heated skin underneath the palm of his hand as he cradles Jungkook's face against his own. It's deep, intimate, the same way Yoongi's moving inside of him, has never stopped moving.

Somewhere in the heady kiss Yoongi hikes Jungkook's thigh up against the boy's chest, still burning to get closer, needing it, the boy like putty in his grasp. Fuck he's so pliant, Yoongi giving an appreciative groan when the position makes every thrust easier, deeper, hitting home every single time. And god he's still so fucking tight, gripping Yoongi's cock in a way that's heaven and sin, forcing him into some delirious state where somehow that all makes sense. Nails dig into vulnerable flesh, keeping him nice and steady as Yoongi pounds him into the mattress, slowly picking up speed. So good. Jungkook's taking it so good, feels so good, tastes so good as Yoongi bites hard at that full bottom lip.

just like that, jungkook feels like he's slipping under again. it's all too easy to slip under, to let himself fall into every single thing that's min yoongi because it's here, because he's here and he has everything, can hold onto everything, can be as fucking greedy as he wants now because he's sure that this is what their forever is going to look like. this isn't just a visit, isn't just a few days or weeks of bliss and then back to being separated, back to longing, back to something that he's gotten much too used to. jungkook doesn't want to be used to it, not anymore. he wants to be used to this instead, used to yoongi around him, inside him, coating every inch inside and out in a thousand different ways and fuck, he's so in love with this man that it's disgusting.

but jungkook doesn't care. it doesn't matter, because all that matters is the way that yoongi kisses him, the taste of his lips and tongue and the change in position that gets him groaning like that. it makes jungkook head spin, accommodating the way yoongi moves him like it's effortless, one hand gripping tighter in yoongi's hair while the other slips down somewhere near his shoulder, anchoring himself. because it's so good, feels so good it's fucking unreal, everything about this is, but the slight press of his nails into yoongi's skin grounds him in this. reminds him that it is real. this is real. and it knocks the breath out of him all over again.

or maybe that has something to do with the way that yoongi is moving against him, with the change in angle the position allows that's getting dangerously close to the kind of pleasure jungkook knows will make him lose his mind all over again. he's all shallow breaths into their kiss, a moan to let yoongi know just how good the sharp sting of his teeth is until he shifts his hips. it's not on purpose but it does the trick, gets yoongi's cock hitting all the right places that force a louder groan from low in his chest, a tighter grip on his hair, a need for even more.

Satisfaction swoops low in his stomach, feeling the way that Jungkook's so obviously getting more and more worked up as they keep making up for lost time. It's clear in everything he does, every breathless moan, fingers winding tighter and tighter in unruly blond hair, nails marking his skin, as if trying to find something, anything solid to cling onto. He loves seeing Jungkook like this. Loves watching him dig and scrape together every last bit of energy he has to pull Yoongi in even closer, deeper, so shameless in how much he needs it. And god, nothing compares to this. No other person could possibly get to Yoongi like this, could drive him this crazy.

And Jungkook's not the only one who needs to ground himself. Everything is rushing so fast, white-hot heat and stuttered breaths and Yoongi has to leave his cheek just to get some kind of purchase against the mattress. It's a feat just to hold himself steady above the boy, arms getting a kind of work out they haven't had for an embarrassingly long amount of time. In fact his entire body feels like it's getting it, adrenaline fueling him much more in the moment than his own strength. But it's easy to ignore all that when Jungkook is moaning prettily into his mouth, when it soon turns into something else entirely at the mere turn of his hips.

It says everything, the way Jungkook's body jolts, muscles twitching underneath Yoongi's palm as he firmly keeps the boy's thighs open. So close to his own cock, which Yoongi swears he feels stir back to life the moment he nudges against those nerves buried deep inside his boyfriend. Because he doesn't have to ask. He doesn't wonder. He knows exactly what to do. After that it all becomes a blur, the slick, filthy sound of skin on skin as Yoongi fucks into his tight ass even faster, harder, mercilessly hitting that spot every single time. Swallowing every sound Jungkook chokes out, fingers moving to lock around his waist, craving every last inch of the boy's body as he chases this feeling faster and faster.

it's a delirious kind of heat that jungkook can't get enough of, the kind that he feels addicted to, that he wants to fall into over and over again and never come back out of the longer that this goes on. coherency is something that he doesn't care much for hanging onto, not like this, not when it's yoongi, because he knows without even a hint of doubt that he could never be like this with anyone else. that he would never want to, wouldn't want to let go, to turn himself over so completely, to stop caring about all of the things that don't matter and focus instead on what does. like how close they are, like how he needs to be even closer, like the dizzy heat and yoongi's breath, skin underneath his fingertips and everything so solid, so fucking good jungkook can barely stand it.

and it only gets better. it's been years, so long since they've done this and the memories aren't as clear anymore as they used to be. it's nothing that jungkook has to think on consciously but his body still holds onto it, still remembers, just like the way that he knows that yoongi's does. because he doesn't have to say anything. yoongi knows. he knows and a second later jungkook is feeling assaulted with that knowledge for the second time tonight, assaulted with the pleasure yoongi gives him over and over again, mercilessly, faster and harder and fuck.

jungkook doesn't care if they can't drag it out to last longer. it doesn't matter that yoongi already got him off once tonight because his body is pushing for it again, a familiar coil winding tight in his stomach, deeper, and he resists the urge to touch himself because he wants it to be like this. wants it to be yoongi, just yoongi, greedy all over again for how good it feels, how good he knows it makes yoongi feel. he's breathing hard and letting out sharp noises against yoongi's mouth more than actually kissing him, thighs starting to shake from the intensity and the way yoongi fucks him so perfectly. "f-fuck, yoongi..." his name comes out like a whine, the closest he can manage to a plea of god yes please don't stop, and he knows that yoongi will understand him. that he has to know how close to the edge he's pushing him all over again.

It doesn't take long. It never really did before either, even when he and Jungkook had all the time in the world to explore each other, to waste away hours lazily fucking and dozing on repeat. And sometimes they did exactly that. Yoongi can still remember the weekend mornings when he had his precious time off, when he woke up to black hair in his face and a warm, perfect body at his side and didn't immediately have to pull away. He remembers pieced together moments, the ones he used to replay for himself on rotation--Jungkook swinging a leg over his waist, or the way he would sleepily nuzzle into Yoongi's neck right after getting off on his tongue, or the taste of his skin, still soft and fresh from last night's shower.

But this isn't one of those times. This is like the time Yoongi ravaged him on the couch just because Jungkook looked so stupidly irresistible, when the two of them crashed through the door of the apartment with unsteady feet and hungry kisses because they were too impatient to wait until they were actually home to start. Yoongi can't make this last any more than Jungkook can, and it feels like they're both racing together, rushing faster and faster to the finish line with no regard for any other fucking thing in the world. Jungkook is a mess for him, writhing and whining and god, he sounds absolutely wrecked against his lips. He breathes Yoongi's name like he's the only thing he needs, the only thing he knows, and Yoongi just tightens his hold on the boy, so far gone himself that he doesn't even hesitate.

The fingers on his waist grip hard enough to leave imprints on Jungkook's smooth skin, roughly pulling the boy down to meet each snap of his hips, the force making the bed creak shakily underneath them. He never lets up on the angle, not once, because he's going to do this right. Going to properly take care of Jungkook, and the fact that he can already feel the boy harden against his stomach, cock rubbing maddeningly between their bodies just minutes after getting him off the first time, is enough for Yoongi to fuck him like it's the last thing he'll ever do. He mouths feverishly at Jungkook's neck, pressing filthy, mindless encouragements against his ear that he won't remember tomorrow. So good, so close, so achingly close, and Yoongi can't stop himself from slipping his hand down, jerking the boy off in time with each punishing thrust.

Edited 2016-03-25 02:43 (UTC)

jungkook can't help it. he never could help and, and especially not with yoongi. because the fact of the matter is that yoongi has always had this effect on him, has always had this something that he can't get enough of. this something that drives him insane, that pulls him completely under, that wraps around all of his senses in a way he's never experienced before with anything else. it was like this four years ago, when he was young and entirely inexperienced and even though a lot of things have changed, there are still a lot of things that haven't. the memories that he does still have, the bits and pieces that flare up from time to time, all line up exactly with this. because it's the same. because what he has with yoongi is the same, only better.

there's no point in trying to help it. jungkook can feel it, can feel just how fast yoongi is spiraling right alongside him, in every rough snap of his hips and in the bruising hold he's got on him now. it doesn't matter, because jungkook loves it. he loves the way that yoongi gets when he's like this, loves feeling him start to slip and lose control too, loves how he throws caution to the wind and really fucks him hard and good because jungkook isn't fragile, isn't a thing that will break and fall apart, glass through yoongi's fingers. he's not anymore, not this time. he feels more solid and stable than he has in a long time.

it's an assault on his senses, every single thing that yoongi does to him. he isn't sure what kind of sounds he's making anymore, just that they're loud, louder when yoongi's hand suddenly slips down between them because fuck. he can't, couldn't draw it out even if he wanted to. instead his fingers twist and pull harder at yoongi's soft blond hair, making it a mess and digging nails along his shoulder blade, shaking with the force of the second orgasm that yoongi's pulled from him tonight. it burns him up from the inside out. it's good, yoongi's good, so fucking good, so fucking perfect and solid and here and jungkook is pretty sure that he's probably never felt anything so good in his entire life.

Just like before, Yoongi's right there with Jungkook when he comes. Fucking him through it, touching him through it, so absolutely lost in the other's pleasure that it leaves the blond nearly winded, feeling everything shoot through his own body. Almost as if he were falling apart right alongside the younger--almost. Yoongi crowds himself against the boy's shaking, overwhelmed body, somehow finding room to get even closer still as he buries kisses into a sweat slick neck. Fuck, if Jungkook was tight before it's nothing compared to this, muscles rippling around him, keeping him the same way those fingers are keeping him, making a violent mess of his hair and marking up his skin.

But Yoongi loves it. He loves every single thing about Jungkook, from the way he feels coming against his hand to the way every cell in him seems to shut down for that single, blissful moment. It's mesmerizing. And it'd be so easy for him to stay wrapped up in it--sure, Yoongi's pretty damn proud of the fact that he managed to get his boyfriend off twice in less than an hour, why wouldn't he be?--but the fact is that he's still gunning for his first. And god he needs it. He's pretty sure he's never needed something this badly, ever, in his entire life, there's no fucking way, and Jungkook collapsing in every possible way around him is the last straw.

Yoongi's lips brush up Jungkook's jaw, nearly groaning at the sheer discipline it takes to slow his thrusts, fucking long and deep inside the boy. He needs to regroup, needs to be able to see Jungkook when it happens, so he pulls himself up onto his knees, suddenly knocking his limbs out of their stiff position and straightening his back and--

"Shit. Shitshitshitshit shit."

Sudden pain flashes down his spine, as sharp and unexpected as the swears tumbling from his lips like he's some deranged broken record. Yoongi hardly knows what he's even saying at all, too focused on the fact that he's somehow incapable of moving his back and, on top of that, that he's incapable of moving his back while he's still inside of his boyfriend. What the fucking hell.

Edited 2016-03-29 05:08 (UTC)

it's every bit as intense as the first time, the way the pleasure crashes over jungkook, the way it practically drowns him. he can't even remember the last time he's gotten off like this, twice in such a short span of time, but then, that's just what yoongi does to him. it's what yoongi has always done to him, even when he isn't trying. it's a need, pure and simple. jungkook needs yoongi, needs him in so many ways, always has, always will.

and he's more than eager to feel yoongi need him just as much, to know he's just as satisfied, to give back as much as he gets and then some. it's hard to come back to himself entirely when yoongi is still inside him, still moving, still so fucking sinful and good. he's sensitive but it isn't too much, just makes how close he knows yoongi is even better, giving the older man some moans of encouragement and letting up on the nails digging into his back.

he's just starting to shift, every bit intent on doing whatever he can to help yoongi feel just as good. but yoongi gets there first, pushing up onto his knees and jungkook lets him. but he doesn't expect the sudden lockdown on the muscles under his fingertips, how yoongi stills in a way that's entirely unfamiliar. it's that and the string of curses, the sudden stop that leaves him snapping back into focus, confused. it's been a while, but he doeen't remember it being like that. and he didn't feel anything, doesn't feel anything, even when he gives an experimental shift to be sure.

so he's left staring up at yoongi instead, brows furrowed, cutting through the haze of arousal enough to wonder what the fuck just happened. "did you..?" it's the best he can manage, the only thing he can think of even though he's sure that yoongi probably didn't.

Yoongi's mind is going a mile a second, continuing the litany of curses internally as he blinks down at the younger boy. It's easier to focus on him instead of what the fuck is happening to his body, but the boy looks just as stunned as he feels, clarity suddenly returning to his dazed features. The question hangs in the air between them, so ridiculous and unexpected that Yoongi wants to laugh--and maybe he would have if he didn't currently feel like he was dying instead.

"No," he grits out, trying to ease himself forward before his back kindly tells him what a horrible mistake that is. His nose scrunches up at the pain, and god, he can't even seem properly offended when every movement he makes only appears to make it worse. "I know it's been a while, but you would know."

There's no way he can stay like this. So he pulls out of Jungkook with as much care as possible, as much for his own sake as for Jungkook's, before letting himself stiffly sink down onto the bed next to him. It's kind of heartbreaking having to pull his cock farther away from his boyfriend, but that's nothing compared to the excruciating pain clenching every muscle along his spine with even the slowest of movements. At least when he rolls onto his back he's stationary. Relatively pain-free. It gives him a chance to clear his head and actually take everything in, and...well, shit.

"Babe." Yoongi's tone is low, hollow, the blond lying back and staring straight up at the ceiling like he's accepted his fate for the world to open and swallow him whole. His miserable, still hard as fuck cock is curved along his stomach, disappointed at the touch of his own skin--as if Yoongi needed any other reminder. The world can just take them both away.

"I think. I just threw my back out."

yoongi confirms what jungkook already knew quickly enough with the way that he grits out that answer, and jungkook is left feeling even more confused than before. he has no idea what the fuck is going on, no idea why everything would suddenly screech and crash to a halt like that before yoongi even let himself get off. he isn't sure what to say, just focuses on what he can make sense of, which includes the expressions running across yoongi's face, how clear it is that he's uncomfortable and jungkook can only hope that he'll get an answer to what just happened soon enough.

so he doesn't comment on how it's even more confusing when yoongi pulls out of him so slowly, carefully. he just watches the way that yoongi moves himself, the stiff motion that has them suddenly next to each other and by that point, jungkook is honestly more concerned than anything else. he turns his head, takes in the way that yoongi is staring at the ceiling, brows still furrowed but with concern instead of confusion now. there are a few long, strange moments before yoongi says anything at all, but when he does, jungkook is listening with rapt attention, his mind suddenly much clearer than it was five minutes ago. and then the words sink in, and everything makes a lot more sense.

jungkook doesn't want to laugh. he really doesn't, because he's not a complete asshole and he can see how miserable yoongi is, can only guess how much that had to hurt and, obviously, it's no secret that yoongi is hard as fuck and (probably) still desperate to get off. but he can't help it, has no control over the slight snort that he tries to cover up, because it's just so ridiculous. because of course this would happen. because it takes him right back to just them, without the hard, intense rush of the sex and everything else ... just them. just two guys trying to deal with life's everyday bullshit. and it shouldn't make him feel that much more, shouldn't cause a swell of something in his chest but it does.

he manages to get himself back together within a few minutes, helped by the fact that he's sure yoongi would kill him if he just laid here and laughed at his miserable state. and of course by the fact that he'd like to help make him at least a little less miserable, rolling over onto one side and propping up on his elbow.

"shit.." he finally breathes out, and it's an expression of sympathy that he hopes yoongi will pick up on. his free hand easily, gently skims down yoongi's stomach, fingers not wasting any time in sliding around his cock for a few tentative jerks, testing the water. "does it hurt if i touch you?"

It's unbelievable, really. All of this build up, months, years of not having each other like this, not even having the opportunity, and it all gets derailed just like that because Yoongi's body is a piece of shit. Of course this would happen to him. On the other hand, what kind of legitimate physical activity has he even had over the past few years besides hauling himself up and down the single flight of stairs to get to the studio and occasionally letting Hoseok twist him into some choreography? (That he never used). Maybe he should have listened to him and stretched more. Or maybe not having sex for that long really did leave him rusty.

That thought is too painful, and Yoongi quickly dismisses it, still just staring straight ahead and wallowing in his own misfortune. This definitely isn't how he wanted tonight to go, how he wanted anything to go, his thoughts briefly interrupted when he hears an all too telling snort of laughter next to him. Without turning his head he slides Jungkook a glare, or what's supposed to be a glare--maybe just some squinty disapproval.

At this point he's not sure which one is worse--Jungkook mistaking his pain for an actual orgasm, something as stupid as cramped muscles actually keeping him from his boyfriend, or the fact that said boyfriend is not-so-discreetly laughing right beside him. He opens his mouth to snap something, but Jungkook gets there first, and this time he sounds soothing, pacifying, effectively shutting Yoongi up and calming him down all at once.

He isn't expecting the touch, immediately tensing up because fucking shit he's sensitive. Way too sensitive. Yoongi twitches almost pathetically in Jungkook's hand, teeth snagging on the inside of his cheek because he doesn't trust himself talking and letting out an equally pathetic sound. He gives a jerky shake of his head, taking a deep breath to try and steady himself.

"It doesn't hurt, I just...can't move that much. Which..Shit," he breathes as Jungkook's fingers tug on every inch of him, on every single sensitive spot.

jungkook's brief bout of laughter doesn't mean that he doesn't care, that he isn't concerned about the current state of events and his boyfriend's unfortunate circumstance right now. of course the last thing he wants is yoongi to be in pain, even if the whole situation is ridiculous, and of course he isn't just going to leave him like this if he can help it. because jungkook is selfish when it comes to yoongi sometimes, yes, but he isn't an entirely selfish person. he wants to give just as much as he gets, always has, even back when he was so much younger, bright eyed and eager to do anything that might have given yoongi even a fraction of the pleasure that he always layered on so effortlessly.

he knows better now. he knows what to do, even if it has been a long time. it's amazing how well his fingers can remember every dip in yoongi's skin, the little details that almost make him breathless because of how much wants to come rushing back. or maybe it has to do with the rush of something that comes from yoongi's reaction, because the fact of the matter is that regardless of jungkook knowing more, regardless of jungkook doing more and enjoying it all the while .. yoongi has the upper hand. he always has and likely always will, and getting him in a vulnerable position like this ... well. it's rare, to say the least. and there's something about it that has a pleasant warmth fanning out from low in jungkook's stomach as he leans closer to brush his lips against yoongi's neck.

"mm... don't move that much, then," he murmurs, movements still a little slow and languid but his gaze is back to sharp focus when he shifts again, a careful swing of his leg over, making sure not to jostle yoongi at all but effectively hovering over him instead. he uses the new position to his advantage, enough to press a few open kisses over that neck, near yoongi's collarbones. and he's still careful about the way that he starts to shift lower, dragging his tongue down the flat of yoongi's stomach and carefully trying to settle into a position that (hopefully) won't cause any more pain. yoongi's definitely the best at this, both of them know that, but jungkook would like to think that he's decent enough. and it damn sure isn't going to stop him from trying, steadying yoongi's cock with his hand and giving a few slow, teasing flicks of his tongue first, just because.

Yoongi knows he's being grumpy about the whole thing, can objectively understand how ridiculous and amusing it must look on the other side of things. But the thing is, it feels like he's reaching his breaking point. Feels like his body is practically humming with need, aching for a release that's been steadily building for the past few hours--and he supposes a lot longer before that too. Honestly, Yoongi would be fine with just jerking himself off at this point. It's hard to have much shame left when you've already killed it throwing your back out during sex--so you know, he'd consider it.

But that thought quickly crumbles apart under Jungkook's touch, the fact that it's not going away. He's only moving closer, warm breath and low, silky words that have Yoongi all too willing to leave this particular problem in his boyfriend's hands instead. His mind hazes as Jungkook's mouth trails lower and lower, the way that he's hovering over him making him want to cant his hips, yank him down, do something to get some friction. But Yoongi doesn't need to be told twice about not moving. In fact, the only thing he has half a mind to do (and that mostly doesn't hurt) is push himself up against the pillows so he's more or less propped and able to see exactly what Jungkook's doing.

It's been a long time since the boy's been here between his thighs. Yoongi's eyes glaze over just from the image alone, watching him wind slender fingers around his cock once again, so keenly focused it borders on that strange line between adorable and sexy. God, he wants him so bad. The dart of his tongue is brutal, fucking perfect, and even something as simple as that is already leaving Yoongi tipping his head back, craving more of that wet heat. He gives a soft hum of encouragement, and even though it feels like he's dying all over again, he can't help but have a small part of him that's genuinely curious. Jungkook has always been a good student. Always so eager to please, to learn, but the last time he actually got a blowjob from him the boy was still just a teenager. And he's definitely not looking at a teenager now.

it has been a long time since jungkook was in this position, years and maybe even then some since he settled between yoongi's thighs like this, fully intent on making him come so hard he can't see straight. admittedly the tension stretched over every inch of him is obvious, the way that he wants it so much, how fucking hard he is and everything else that makes the ridiculousness of the situation slide to the back of his mind easily. there are more important things to focus on. and jungkook knows he isn't on the same level as yoongi when it comes to blowjobs, knows he's much more inexperienced and out of practice but he's also perceptive, a perfectionist, and more than willing to learn whatever he has to to get to yoongi just as much.

so he hopes it will be good enough but it already seems that way, even with yoongi just giving that soft sound and propping himself up to see better. jungkook pauses while he moves, not wanting to unintentionally hurt him again but once yoongi seems settled he dips his head down. the flat of his tongue runs up the side of yoongi's cock this time, slow, and he presses a careful open kiss near the head just because. because the opportunity to tease yoongi like this is so rare, he can't help but take advantage a little.

but he knows that by now, yoongi is probably dying. he's waited long enough and jungkook isn't a complete asshole. he grins slightly but a second later he's sliding yoongi's cock into his mouth, sinking down as far as he can go and moaning softly at the familiar yet unfamiliar sensation. it's satisfying even if he can't fit everything in his mouth, but he makes up for it by squeezing and stroking along the inch or so that's left because yoongi is too well-endowed for his own good. but jungkook doesn't mind. it only presents more of a challenge for next time, because right now he's focusing on settling into a rhythm, pulling up and nearly off before sinking back down again. it's still slow but steady, gaze locked on yoongi's expression to take in his reaction.

[yoongi/jungkook] ; the stars

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