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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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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.

If it was brutal before, it's nothing compared to how it feels now, Jungkook's tongue lazily dragging up the full length of his cock. The teasing little kiss comes like a red hot cherry on top, a sharp blow to his entire system as Yoongi's eyes roll back. The head is so sensitive it's driving him crazy--he's pretty sure if Jungkook just kept breathing on it he would come. And it would still be better than anytime he's gotten off in recent memory, would still be a far greater pleasure than anything he's had over the past few years. Because this is the real fucking deal right here, and it's so easy, how quickly Yoongi dissolves into nothing but pleasure because of the boy once again.

Because of being inside the boy once again. And thank god he wasn't a tease for long. Yoongi knows it's pretty unfair, wanting to take his sweet ass time ruining the boy and working him into a frenzy before but having no patience now for the same exact thing. But he honestly doesn't care right now. All he cares about is Jungkook sinking himself down on his cock, inch by inch just like before, pretty mouth all stretched and flushed. Still taking him so good. Still so tight and hot and Yoongi shudders hard at the vibrations squeezing his cock when Jungkook moans like that, fist clenched into the sheets because fucking christ. And maybe he actually said that out loud in an embarrassingly desperate voice, maybe that wasn't just in his head, but he's too far gone to worry.

Yoongi can't tell if it's better or worse not being able to move, being restricted because of his stupid back. Under normal circumstances Yoongi would be all over the boy, fucking into his mouth, fingers gripping his hair, massaging against his neck, caressing his cheek as he sucks him deep and slow. Anything to keep touching Jungkook, to know all over again that this is real, that Jungkook won't just slip away into thin air like a dream. But he can't deny that there's something about this that leaves him even more aroused, heart pounding in anticipation at Jungkook in control, looking so determined to take care of him, watching him so closely. So Yoongi lets him. He doesn't move, not even a needy buck of his hips as Jungkook's rhythm pulls him down harder and harder, every nudge against the back of the boy's throat getting Yoongi so fucking close.

Edited 2016-04-10 15:16 (UTC)

everything about this is intoxicating, and jungkook loves every single fucking second. he loves the way that yoongi looks right now, his own mind starting to sink into a haze just from the pleasure he knows he's giving back from the way he knows hat it's getting to the older man, knows that it's good, that he's good. it's satisfying in a way that's entirely different but just as intense, watching even the smallest reactions like yoongi's eyes rolling back, like yoongi shuddering and cursing and god, he sounds so good. sounds just as desperate as jungkook felt a few minutes ago when he was in the exact same position. sounds like he needs this more than anything, and all jungkook wants to do is give it to him like a good boy.

so he does. there's a part of him that does miss the contact, the differences in how he knows this would go under any other circumstance but at the same time, the thing is that it doesn't matter. because he's still got yoongi here, right where he wants him. he's here and this way jungkook is the one who controls exactly how everything happens, has a kind of power over yoongi that he isn't used to, but wouldn't mind getting there. maybe just a little, because it's like a completely different kind of high, knowing that he's capable of getting yoongi there. knowing that every little sound, every reaction is all because of him, just him, nothing else.

jungkook takes a moment to pull off, just a moment, just long enough to catch his breath again and steady. he drags his fist tight up and down the entire length a couple of times, leans in to slide his lips just over the head, his tongue against it, slow drags because he knows how sensitive yoongi is and he wants to take advantage. wants to do a lot of things, but he settles for sinking down a moment later again instead, back into a rhythm but faster this time. his fingers still do their best to work around what he can't fit, gaze still determinedly locked on yoongi, his free hand absentmindedly moving to stroke along his inner thigh for the added sensation.

He does need this more than anything. Needs this so fucking bad it feels like he could die, just completely lose himself if Jungkook keeps going like this. It's already starting to happen, the heat spreading out over his entire body, numbing whatever kind of discomfort was lingering in his limbs, numbing every semi-rational thoughts that were even left at this point. There's no room for embarrassment or pride or anything else when his boyfriend is sucking him off like he was made to do it--and looks fucking amazing at the same time, with that sinful mouth and dark, penetrating gaze. He doesn't understand. Doesn't understand how Jungkook can be so damn perfect and it would be more upsetting if Yoongi wasn't currently preoccupied with something much bigger.

So close. And he just keeps getting closer, the slow, deliberate drag of the boy's tongue against his head literally making him twitch. He whines out of sheer frustration, muscles shifting like crazy underneath Jungkook's fingers as the need rolls through him dangerously. He simultaneously wants more of it and can't handle anymore. Not enough and far too much and still he craves it, needing Jungkook to just give him that last final push.

It doesn't take long. Soon the boy's swallowing his cock all over again, even faster than before, and Yoongi's absolutely powerless against how good he is. So good. Always so good for Yoongi, fitting everything he can, stroking what he can't, taking him so well, all his. His voice breaks on the boy's name, the only warning he's able to give before his orgasm hits like a tidal wave, sweeping him up and letting him crash in the most indescribable way. He hasn't come like this in a long, long time, toes curling, eyelids sparking, everything unraveling underneath Jungkook and god damn how did he even last as long as he did.

jungkook loves this. he loves everything about it, from the way it feels to take yoongi's cock in his mouth like this to the sound of his voice, the twitch of muscles under his skin and the knowledge that the only reason why yoongi feels so good right now is him. it's a kind of satisfaction that doesn't come from anything else, a kind that he hasn't had in a long, long time, and one that's every bit as good, hitting him just as hard as the pleasure had when yoongi was fucking him nice and good just a matter of minutes ago.

hearing yoongi whine like that makes his mind haze over. feeling the way his body is reacting on its own, those involuntary little twitches, the unmistakable pulse that rolls through both of them when he finally loses it. it's so good, so much more than good. it's perfect, and jungkook can't keep himself from moaning slightly, working yoongi through it, swallowing and refusing to even think about stopping until he's sure there's nothing left. and even then he would be tempted to keep going if it weren't for the fact that he doesn't want to make it too much, doesn't want to overstimulate yoongi to the point of discomfort.

when he finally does pull off, jungkook's breath is ragged, all shallow pants and swollen lips but he doesn't care. it doesn't keep him from pushing up just to carefully move his way back up yoongi's body, stopping at eye-level so he can kiss him again. it's shorter, a little sweeter, fueled less by need and more by lazy satisfaction and the need to be as close to yoongi as possible right now. preferably forever. "not too rusty, right?" he asks when he pulls back, half teasing and half legitimately curious, because even given the obvious strength of yoongi's orgasm, well .. he just wants to make sure.

Yoongi's pretty sure he simply blacks out for a moment. He doesn't know how else to describe the overwhelming weight of pleasure, satisfaction sinking his body down, down, down, pulling him into a kind of bliss he hasn't felt since...well. Since the last time Jungkook pulled him down this completely. Fuck, this kid. He can still cut right through him with all the ease he did before, leave Yoongi just as much of a begging mess as the other way around. Only now it's so much better, this warmth in Yoongi's chest is so much more alive and real than it probably has ever been before--and it's honestly perfect timing when Jungkook crawls his way back up to him, because that's right around the time he starts needing him again. Needing him in a completely different way than before.

Yoongi hums softly into the kiss, slowly coming back to his senses, or as much as he can after experiencing a blowjob like that. There's something gentle in the way their lips brush, something that makes Yoongi want to sink into it, his eyes opening reluctantly, curiously when Jungkook pulls away instead. Fuck, this kid.

"Seriously.." Yoongi laughs breathlessly, voice rubbed raw and filled with lazy affection. He's completely forgotten about his back by now, body still riding the high of everything Jungkook as his arms start winding around his boyfriend's waist. Wanting him closer. Not too rusty is one way of putting it, but it's certainly not the phrase he would use. The fact that the boy even asks at all is almost too much for his poor, lovesick self.

"It was perfect. Everything."

it's pretty easy for jungkook to lose himself in the thought that everything right now is perfect. he can't imagine anything more perfect than yoongi right here, still so real and solid next to him, the post-sex satisfaction still firmly in place and not seeming like it'll go away anytime soon. but that's just fine. jungkook doesn't want it to. he's more than content just to stay here like this, would love nothing more than to get as close to yoongi as he possibly can and stay there for a lot of hours. that combined with all the work he's done packing up this stupid place, with the way his body is all but exhausted from it all, from the insane tension and crash of pleasure that yoongi just gave him ... yeah, it's pretty perfect. and he definitely won't be moving any time soon.

the only moving that he does is to slide himself closer, still careful enough, aware enough to at least be mindful of yoongi's back and try not to jostle him too much. he hopes that he's successful, hopes it won't be painful for him to get right where he wants to be and stay there; pressed up against yoongi as completely as he can manage, an arm thrown over his torso and his nose nuzzling near his neck, taking in a deep breath.

yoongi right now sounds just about as satisfied as jungkook feels, makes him smile slightly, the way that that warm, low voice just sends a rush of even more warmth over him, something different than before. this time it's the kind of warmth that fills him up from bottom to top, that has him pressing a kiss against yoongi's shoulder just because it's the closest thing that he can reach.

"mm.. god. still can't believe you're actually here. or that any of that just actually happened."

Yoongi knows it sounds incredibly mushy, which is something he doesn't actively try to be in most situations, but it's also simply the truth. Everything the boy did was perfect, everything he gave to him was perfect, everything about this night has been perfect...well, save for throwing his back out. He definitely could have done without that part of the night, but it doesn't really matter anymore, and it doesn't really hurt so much either. He supposes he has Jungkook to thank for that too, leaving his body all loose and warm and pliant, practically melting back against the bed. As sleepy and content as Cypher on a sunny stretch of carpet, and just as hungry for affection that takes minimal effort.

Thankfully, the kid's got him covered on that front too, doing all the work for him. Yoongi sighs at the way Jungkook slides over to cling against his side instead, his limbs a nice, familiar weight as the boy nuzzles against his neck, lightly tickling the sensitive skin. It sinks in all over again, how long it's been since they've been able to do this, something as basic as just laying like this together, and it immediately has Yoongi reaching to wrap an arm around the boy's shoulder. Pulling him in even tighter, needing the security of it, the feel of it. Needing to know that this is going to be the norm again.

"I know," he murmurs, easily falling into the same thoughts. The light kiss has the corner of his lips tugging, feeling that same warmth travel through every single part of him. He'll never really comprehend how he existed without this, without him for so long, and god, he doesn't think he'll ever comprehend what he did right to deserve getting him back again either.

"Can't believe you're actually coming back home...it feels like I've been waiting forever." Fingers trace absent-mindedly against Jungkook's skin, massaging gently at his shoulder as his mind wanders. And then his voice dips, gets a little quieter.

"..is it still what you want?"

it's funny, how it all just works out. funny how jungkook had no idea yoongi was going to show up on his doorstep today, no idea he was going to end up in bed with him like this and yet it all just feels like the most natural thing in the world. feels like it hasn't been years since the last time they had this luxury, like he hasn't been pining over yoongi pretty pathetically for the last few months since things really got back together again, waiting for the chance to have this again. it's all surreal, every single last piece of it. it feels like a dream, but it's the kind of dream that he definitely doesn't want to wake up from. he'll gladly stay forever if it means more time like this, wrapped up in absolutely everything min yoongi, feeling more comfortable and content than he has in a long, long time.

but it isn't just that. it's safe, a kind of safe that only yoongi can give him when he pulls him even closer, lets out contented sighs and jungkook knows without needing to hear it that it's the same. it's stupid to think that either one of them ever could have assumed that this wasn't what they were supposed to do, where they were supposed to be. jungkook isn't an overly sentimental person, even less so than yoongi, but he knows without even a shred of doubt that yoongi is home. always has been, always will be.

his eyes are closed by the time yoongi murmurs out his response, keeps going, sharing his thoughts. he isn't exactly sleepy but he can't help himself, giving a pleasant hum of his own at yoongi's fingers tracing over his skin, something he'll gladly soak up more of.

the question makes him open his eyes again, makes him pull back slightly, just enough so that he can meet yoongi's gaze. and when he does it's like jungkook is considering him, taking a moment to take it in before saying anything at all. "you think i would have packed up my entire apartment if i wasn't sure?" it's teasing, a light quip just because but a second later his tone drops as well, matching that quiet seriousness.

"of course it is. i love you. and besides, i'm sick of just sitting here missing you all the time. i dunno about you, but it's getting pretty old."

Yoongi can't really explain why he asks it. It seems especially silly and irrational and unlike him to do so now, after Jungkook's already packed away his life here to start a shared one with him. After they've spent all night wrapped up in each other, making up for lost time. After Yoongi felt, more so than ever before, that this is exactly what he needs. What he'll always need. And of course they've talked about this plenty of times ever since Yoongi first brought up the tentative suggestion of Jungkook moving back to L.A. There was no hesitation at the time, no hesitation since then. Just full steam ahead, and excitement, and longing, and diminishing frustration over the long distance that actually had an end in sight, that they could both see ahead of them.

Deep down, Yoongi knows this is what Jungkook wants. There's no reason to have any doubt. There's no barrier in having total confidence and trust in the younger man. But even so...he just has to do this. Has to hear the answer, has to see the truth for himself. Has to know that Jungkook wants the same future together.

It's just like his boyfriend to dip into sarcasm, the familiar back and forth between them that has Yoongi giving a playful little slap to his shoulder. Maybe for someone else it'd be easy to dismiss the small tease, the casual ease of his words on the surface as something insincere, but Yoongi knows him better than that. There's nothing joking at all about the way Jungkook's looking at him now--just open, honest, a reflection of the same love burning inside of him. He's powerless against those three words falling from the boy's lips. The first time he's heard it today, felt this giddy, overwhelming fullness he can't even come close to describing, can't even try to push away.

And yeah--he knows now.

"I love you, too," he murmurs as if the feeling just can't contain itself, tugging lightly on Jungkook's shoulder to brush a kiss against his lips. Because he's helplessly head over his heels. Because they are. Because pretty soon there's not going to be any missing at all, only this, as many touches and kisses and moments and laughs and adventures as they please, and why waste any more time? "Good thing we're changing all that."

Because it's just the beginning.

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