kkaeppsong | [yoongi/jungkook] ; breathless

[yoongi/jungkook] ; breathless

It’s all finished, every last thing. The dishes. Laundry. Trash. Pet food. Groceries. Yoongi’s spent the last hour on his hands and knees scrubbing away at every corner of their shared bathroom, and before that he was organizing countless T-shirts, putting away clothing exactly where it belonged in their closet. He didn’t dare cut any corners, because Jungkook would notice, and god forbid he leave them in the hamper for more than a minute. Wrinkles are high on Jungkook’s list of domestic annoyances, and while Yoongi’s believes he’ll never truly master the art of folding, his fingers just never getting the lines crisp enough, the work is passable. At least he can say the kid didn’t have to help him with anything this time around.

Because right now, Yoongi’s home alone--and has been for the last eight hours. After he kissed Sejin off to school and Jungkook off to the office earlier that morning, Yoongi ignored the familiar pull to go back to bed and fully bask in his day off. Instead, he decided to get to work. House work, that is. And he hasn’t stopped since this morning, driving himself to complete every last chore on Jungkook’s weekend to-do list as efficiently and thoroughly as possible. Hell, he even went online and ordered Jungkook a new Proactiv+ Complete Kit, giving himself a solid ten minutes to sit down.

This is love, Yoongi muses to himself as he types in his credit card information to buy his husband his favorite acne treatment, absentmindedly playing footsie with a dozing Stark. He’s glad someone is taking advantage of a relaxing Friday. In all honesty, though, it’s worth it.

It’s always worth it when it comes to Jungkook, but right now there’s a different sort of fire spurring Yoongi on, giving him the energy to go from one task to the next. Ever since they finished relationship counseling a few weeks ago, Yoongi’s felt something inside him ache and give way underneath the weight of all Jungkook’s unspoken words, all the lingering thoughts and frustrations and desires he had never before voiced until then. They had both agreed that Jungkook needed to be more open, more honest, but Yoongi also needed to listen. He had to pay attention and refocus some energy away from the kid. He had to be there for Jungkook unconditionally, whether the younger reached out for his hand or not--because Yoongi loves him far, far too much to let him slip away, to give him any reason to feel unwanted or unappreciated.

It’s nearly six when Yoongi collapses on the couch post-shower, their apartment picture perfect with everything finished. Jungkook should be home any minute now, and Yoongi gives himself a tired, congratulatory pat--which, naturally, catches Cy’s attention from the windowsill, the black cat jumping up to curl on his chest instead.

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it's just good with yoongi. it's always been good with yoongi, and the years of practice they've had only mean years of the older man learning exactly what it is that makes it good, what to do to make it better, and jungkook can't be upset about reaping the benefits of all of yoongi's hard work. besides, he'd like to think he's much the same, and if the way that yoongi looks at him, the way that he reacts whenever jungkook does actually try to drive him crazy are anything to go by, he'd say that they're on a pretty even playing field. they're crazy about each other, inside and out - and right now, jungkook really, really can't help that he's steadily focusing more and more on the out part.

it's yoongi's fault, or at least that's what jungkook will blame it on. it's yoongi's fault for being so fucking attractive, yoongi's fault for kissing him like that, for grinding against him like that, for already biting a sucking what jungkook knows will be an array of nice colors against his neck within a couple of hours - and fuck, it's ridiculous how little it takes for jungkook to be left wanting so much more. there's a very real part of him that's relieved when yoongi agrees, when he isn't going to just leave him to suffer here on the couch, and jungkook doesn't have to be told to move as soon as his husband starts shifting. scrambling is a good word for the way that he moves off of him, manages somehow to end up stable on his feet even though he's being swept up all over again a matter of seconds later. jungkook loves it, fucking loves every second of it and it really is kind of amazing how well they manage it, walking blindly down the hallway and into the bedroom without having to take their hands off of each other now that they've started, and jungkook is definitely starting now, now that he isn't trapped and unable to do any of the things that he wants to. now, he can kiss yoongi just the way that he's been dying to all day, whether he fully realized it then or not. now, he can let one hand grip near yoongi's waist for stability while the other is free to touch, slipping under his shirt to get at bare skin, fingers sliding over his stomach, into the slight dip of his waist and up along his side by the time that they make it where they need to be, when he feels the backs of his legs hitting up against what he knows from experience is the side of the bed and so he pulls back just enough to let himself fall back onto it, though the hand gripping at yoongi's waist moves to find his husband's hand instead, gripping onto it so that he can tug yoongi along with him, even if he knows that he doesn't have to.

Yoongi doesn't miss a beat, letting himself be tugged right on top of the younger man, the two falling together in a way that has him suddenly hovering over Jungkook instead. It's the perfect position, giving him the opportunity to push them further up the bed, crawling on his hands and knees along Jungkook's body until the other can collapse against the pillows, their kiss only broken by impatience and heavy breaths. Jungkook's wandering hands are still everywhere on him, leaving a trail of heat along Yoongi's bare skin, and damn, he's so needy already. There's an insistence, a relief in the way he touches, reminding Yoongi just how restricted his husband has been all day. The thought of Jungkook waiting all those hours for their time alone, looking forward to this moment right here only tightens the pit of arousal inside him, his own need more than obvious straining against his favorite distressed skinny jeans.

Pulling himself back just to ease some distance between them, Yoongi gazes down at the man sprawled on the bed below, clothes rumpled from getting put into the right position, expression flushed, expectant, hair quickly falling out of its picture perfect styling from before. He drinks everything in, from the cute little mole just beneath his full bottom lip, looking raw and kiss-bitten, down to the way his T-shirt has been hiked up his toned abs, pushed aside sharp collar-bones, offering irresistible little glimpses of an already perfect body that just make Yoongi mindlessly want.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he murmurs, awe and love and lust laid bare in his expression as he openly rakes over every last inch of his husband like it's the first time all over again. He'll never get used to it. He'll never totally understand how good Jungkook looks. But now, he can at least properly take his fill, Yoongi dipping back down to brush his lips over the exposed dip of his collarbones, his shoulder, kissing and nibbling his way to Jungkook's right bicep while his hands ever so slowly lift the hem of that ridiculous Iron Man T-shirt.

thank god, jungkook thinks, for the way that yoongi doesn't miss a beat. thank god that his husband always seems to be on the same wavelength, that he doesn't have to say anything, do anything else in order to get the older man coming down with him, hovering over him in exactly the way that jungkook wants. it's just another thing that's been this way since the beginning, something they've fallen into so easily, effortlessly, and it isn't to say that they don't venture out of the box. it isn't to say that they don't switch things up, that it isn't exciting, that they haven't done their fair share of experimenting to figure out what works and what isn't for them. but at the end of the day, jungkook just can't deny how much he loves this. he can't deny how good it is, having yoongi on top of it. he can't deny how good it makes him feel, even right now, when nothing has even happened, when they're settling into a better position against the pillows and sheets and yoongi is pulling back just to look down at him, dragging his gaze over jungkook's body so obviously in that way that always makes his chest swell with pride a little, knowing how much his husband likes, appreciates all the hard work that he puts into it.

yoongi's words just pull a hint of a grin onto jungkook's lips, makes it linger there until the older man is leaning down and sending shivers over his skin with the brush of lips against his collarbone, with the way he works over him, slowly, easily melting jungkook into something even more pliable with every passing second. because it's just been one of those days, because jungkook isn't going to deny how much he wants this, isn't going to keep himself from taking advantage now that they have the time, the space, now that he knows he has yoongi all to himself for the rest of the night. he couldn't possibly want anything more, and it's obvious in the way that he's so hard for yoongi right now that he really doesn't need any more encouragement, even if he knows that that isn't how his husband works. jungkook loves it, though. he loves everything that yoongi does, every single agonizing second of it, obvious in how his breaths are already coming a little fast, a little shaky, the way he arches just enough to help with the slide of his shirt and to try and convince yoongi to push it the rest of the way up and off a little faster. his own hands aren't wasting much time, fingers skimming the length of yoongi's sides before gripping at the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up, clear in his intent and the fact that he wants it off in the way that he does so, pulls it up as much as he can get it on his own without yoongi moving to help him out. "take this off," he breathes, as if it wasn't obvious enough, as if yoongi needs to be told, but jungkook will do it anyway, just in case.

Yoongi has absolutely no problem in complimenting his husband like this on the regular, to varying degrees of inappropriateness, but he never loses the fire behind the words. Every single time is just as honest as the first, and the feeling he gets when he looks at Jungkook now, splayed out all pliant and ready and arching for more in their bed, in their home they built together...truthfully, how can there be anything in the world better than this? Sure, he was a piece of work when they first started going out, still just a teenager who waltzed into his life with that earnestness and seductive pull of a smile and legs that seemed to go on forever--Yoongi had hated being drawn in like a moth to a flame, even worse when Sejin seemed just as captivated by Jungkook hyung on the ice cream date he eventually gave into. But Jungkook's charms have only increased with every passing year, and he wears maturity far better than Yoongi thinks he ever could, apparent in the muscles spanning his entire body, his wide, toned back, the masculine cut of his jaw, a face that belongs more in magazine spreads than behind computers--

Shit. That grin does him in when he glances up from where he's mouthing along the smooth swell of his arm muscles. Yoongi wants to kiss him breathless, but it seems that he's making quick work of that already just with a few simple touches, feeling the rapid rise and fall of the younger's chest, hearing the shallow breaths. The thing is, Yoongi's nowhere near finished exploring and claiming and serving Jungkook's body, the hunger to properly worship him not even close to being sated--and if the other thinks this is simply their usual round of foreplay, than he has another thing coming. As willing as he is to fall headfirst into his husband, Yoongi's not going to be convinced to merely cut to the chase and fuck him, not if he has any say in it. And tonight, he's fully prepared to exercise his say in it.

"Alright," he allows, voice husky and maybe even a little amused as he helps Jungkook take the rest of his own shirt off, like he's in some joke the other isn't privy to yet. Yoongi ignores the pleasant, cool air on his already over heated skin in order to undress Jungkook as well, hands slowly forcing the younger man's shirt up his chest and over his extended arms, flinging both articles of clothing on their otherwise neat floor. Before Jungkook can bring his arms back down to touch him, however, Yoongi grasps his wrists meaningfully, fingers tightening around him so he knows to pay attention. "But keep your hands here. I'm not done with you yet."

It isn't the first time Yoongi's made that request of him (some of that married life experimentation), but it's been a while--he's also going solely off of trust, not bothering with actually restraining or tying Jungkook in place just for the hell of it. Right now, it'll be hotter watching him try to stay disciplined all on his own, but even more than that, it's attractive for practical reasons--with Jungkook's hands out of the way and not touching him, he can focus solely on the touches Yoongi will lavish on him instead. And he plans to do quite a lot of that over the next several minutes, Yoongi easing back down to pepper kisses all along the younger's chest once he's satisfied Jungkook will listen to him, hands slowly sliding up and down the entire length of his body until they briefly rest behind his knees. There they gently push Jungkook's legs farther apart, spreading him nice and easy as he drags a tongue down the younger's breastbone, so much tan, smooth skin.

it's definitely not something that jungkook is unused to. it's nothing new, the way that yoongi looks at him, the way that yoongi feels about him, the way that every single inch of him is so, so obvious, just the way that it has been for years now. because there's no reason for him to hide it, there's no reason for either of them to hide anything from each other, and that's only becoming more and more obvious as the years go on. it's especially obvious now, now that they've dealt with the little bumps along the road that they've dealt with, the counseling that coaxed jungkook into easing back some of the only walls that still existed around yoongi at all. there's nothing to hide, nothing worth hiding, and especially not right now, not like this. not after jungkook has had such a long day, not after he's spent more time than he may be willing to admit to thinking about getting into any kind of position like this with his husband, of taking full, complete advantage of their no-kid weekend - and that was before yoongi surprised him by taking care of absolutely everything.

now, there's nothing left for jungkook to do but sink into this, but sit back and enjoy it - at least, to a point. he's still himself, every bit himself of himself that he can never completely shake off or put away. jungkook isn't someone who has a lot of patience, and particularly not whenever yoongi is touching him, definitely not when he wants yoongi to be touching him more, whenever he wants to be touching yoongi more. it placates him for a moment when yoongi tugs his own shirt off, when he's reaching to take care of jungkook's a second later, the younger's eyes trailing over him just as much, dark, wanting, jungkook licking his lips briefly without even realizing it because god, there's so much that he wants. he doesn't expect it, the way that yoongi holds his wrists in place up over his head. it definitely isn't the first time it's happened, but jungkook can never know when it's coming, can never know what's going through his husband's head until it's happening, and he loves it and hates it all at the same time.

still, regardless of anything else, jungkook can't pretend that it isn't a hell of a fucking turn on. they're lucky, so lucky that they're so compatible with things like this, right where it counts, and right now is definitely no exception. right now jungkook is left with no choice but to listen, crossing his wrists over his head to make it a little easier to resist temptation, to show yoongi that he's serious. he stays just as pliant, maybe even moreso the longer yoongi touches him, spreads his legs easily, more than willingly, head tipping back and something between a soft sigh and an impatient little sound already coming out between them.

Yoongi's gaze flicks back up when the younger man settles his arms in a better position above him, wrists locked as the rest of him remains completely relaxed. Loosened up that much further by lingering touches, encouraging little strokes up and down Jungkook's thighs that leave his thumb tracing the seam. Even through the thick fabric he can feel the hard muscle underneath, can practically map out every curve and vein and freckle buried underneath without even needing to see it and it makes his cock throb heavily in the tight confines of his jeans. His husband isn't much better off, but it doesn't for one moment deter Yoongi from his languid exploration, focused on the larger objective of devoting all his attention to Jungkook's body in a way he hasn't done in what feels like weeks. Which for him, practically seems like a lifetime.

Yoongi's tongue continues to search out old favorites--one moment he's massaging Jungkook's nipple with slow, teasing drags, fascinated by the pretty flush blooming across his skin, and the next he's lowering in the dip of his belly button, mouthing almost reverantly along his toned stomach. The way it clenches and tenses under his warm breath makes it all the more satisfying to be up close like this, where every reaction is immediate, just like Jungkook's needy little sound echoing in his ears. He tastes like heaven, every part of him, and god, he feels like it too. Yoongi nuzzles against the waistband of Jungkook's sweat pants, two fingers hooked into the elastic as he presses more open-mouthed kisses into the soft skin there. His own knees feel weak as he breathes in deep.

"Still can't believe you're mine," he says lowly, fingers grazing the edge of Jungkook's briefs as they continue to tug his sweatpants down, giving him more access. Allowing more kisses. It's so easy to lose himself in this. "How the fuck did I get so lucky...just look at you, babe."

it's a love-hate relationship, really, the way that jungkook feels about it whenever yoongi gets like this. because he knows exactly how much his husband enjoys it, has learned over the years that there's just something about giving slow, agonizing attention to every single inch of jungkook's body that does something for him. and it's not like jungkook can lie, not like he can even try to say that it doesn't do something - a lot of somethings - for him, too. because it does. fuck, it does.

before jungkook ever met yoongi, he honestly never would have expected this kind of thing to be something he could get off on so easily. he never could have seen himself so willing to give up that control, to give up everything, to place himself in someone's hands so entirely and trust that the would take care of him in every possible way. he never could have imagined that the slow, heated drags of tongue, breath, fingers on skin could make it so much better, could get him so much hotter in just a matter of seconds. but yoongi does. yoongi always does, yoongi always has, and jungkook swears it's fucking insane, how it feels like his husband is some kind of expert, like he can play jungkook just like he's some kind of instrument, make him fall apart so effortlessly, even after all these years, every single time. it doesn't make sense, but really, jungkook doesn't care. he doesn't need it to, not when it's easier, better just to let go and focus on the way that it feels, exactly the way that he knows that yoongi wants him to.

there's no way to know how long it's been since they started, since they were just kissing each other out on the couch in the living room. all jungkook really knows is that it hasn't been too long, but it doesn't matter, because his husband is way too fucking good, hitting all of his weakest spots and getting him so hard, aching for a different kind of attention, for yoongi's fingers, his mouth, anything at all to just slide down that much lower and give him what he really wants right now. he doesn't even realize it, the handful of needy sounds that have spilled from his lips by then, the way that he tenses every so often, how his fingers stretch out and then ball into fists to keep from moving, from touching just like yoongi wants him to. jungkook can't help himself entirely, though. he can't help every involuntary hitch of breath, every flush or spread of goosebumps, every clench and jump of his muscles underneath yoongi's skilled mouth, fingers, everything. he can't help the way that he arches again, hips tilting up, clearly searching, asking for more. "fuck.." he breathes out in response, word laced with the hint of a laugh because only yoongi can do this to him, can make his heart squeeze and feel so full while he's hard and wanting every single thing about him. "babe, you're gonna kill me."

Of course he enjoys giving slow, agonizing attention to every single inch of Jungkook's body. It's one of his favorite things in the entire world, getting to do this to Jungkook, getting to experience his husband in a way no one else can even come close to. But the way he sees it, it's not really about himself at all. It's always been about Jungkook--what he wants, what he deserves, what he should have access to whenever he fucking needs it. Every kiss, every stroke of his fingers, every wandering breath along flushed, trembling skin is all for him, all his to take and melt into. There's no greater joy Yoongi has as his husband than making Jungkook feel deliriously, thoroughly loved beyond even his wildest fantasies, whether that happens in the bedroom or outside of it--though it's always much more fun inside.

Above everything else, Yoongi just wants to make Jungkook feel good. And thankfully, the younger man has no problem in telling him just how nice of a job he's doing in accomplishing that goal, the soft, breathy sounds growing increasingly helpless, body shifting restlessly underneath him, looking so shamelessly aroused that it has Yoongi's heart beating wildly in his chest. Everything in him wants to give in, suck Jungkook off just like Yoongi knows he wants, what his body is practically begging for, but he holds onto his resolve, sucking particularly hard along Jungkook's hipbone just to quiet his own groan.

"Already?" he asks when he resurfaces, that husky, touched out laugh shooting straight to his cock. A smirk hangs on his lips, eyes dangerously dark as the rest of him calmly continues his languid assault, sweatpants now tugged halfway down Jungkook's thighs. His fingers start toying with his briefs next, smoothing along the thin, smooth fabric without actually touching him. Hooking his forefinger into the material and pulling up, he quickly releases the elastic band of his briefs, making it snap smartly against Jungkook's lower belly. It's a satisfying sound, Yoongi watching in amusement as his husband's hips jerk forward.

"We're just getting started." It's a low drawl of a promise, Yoongi leaning down so he can drag his lips ever so faintly along the all-too-obvious outline of Jungkook's cock, using the lightest amount of pressure possible. He's so ridiculously hard that it has his mouth watering.

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jungkook would like to think that he's gotten better at this. he'd like to think that he can handle himself more, has a little more control on it than he used to when they first got together, when he was younger and so completely unused to absolutely everything that yoongi gave him. the first few times that yoongi did anything like this, jungkook didn't know what to do with himself. he didn't know how to wait, how to take it slow, didn't know how far his limits could be stretched because he had never tried. barely five minutes would be more than enough to get him writhing and arching under yoongi's touches, frustrated, asking him for more, to please, for the love of god just fuck me, just do something already.

he's definitely gotten better with that. and be's also gotten better with just taking it, something else that was a struggle, being able to let go and accept that yoongi wanted to do this just as much, that it was okay to just relax and feel good without guilt or worry. now, they've done this enough times that jungkook doesn't even falter. he just falls into it, lets his husband ease all the tension out of him and replace it with tension of a completely different kind, the kind that burns and pools steadily, insistently between his thighs the longer it goes on, the more time yoongi spends letting his mouth explore absolutely everywhere because god. it's no secret that jungkook kind of has a thing for it, but he also can't help it if his husband is so talented, does things with his tongue that jungkook never could have even imagined before meeting him and makes him feel so, so impossibly good every time.

no, it's all yoongi's fault. yoongi's fault that he's so worked up now, hard as hell just from the slow, languid trail the older has made down the length of his body. it's yoongi's fault that jungkook's hips are gently canting up, searching for more in the way yoongi's touches smooth over his underwear but not where he wants them. it's definitely yoongi's fault when even the lightest pressure of his lips along his clothed cock get jungkook letting out a downright groan, head tipping back, hips tilting up to try and get more of that feeling. it's a combination of that and yoongi's answer to that comment, the way he sounds like this, and jungkook is still managing to listen by some miracle, one hand slipping just barely, just enough to wrap fingers around his own wrist so that he has something to hold onto. "ah, fuck.. you're gonna torture me, aren't you?"

He really is lucky. So fucking lucky to have such a caring, dependable, intelligent husband and co-parent who also just so happens to be the most drop dead gorgeous person Yoongi has ever laid eyes on in his entire life. He didn't even know looks like Jungkook's existed before they met, and while it took some time and space for Yoongi to fall in love with him, building on that slow, deep burn for months, it hardly took any time at all for him to fall in lust with everything else. No, there was no denying how crazy attracted he was to Jungkook's thighs, his waist, his arms, his big, bright eyes, his smiles, the way his hair fell across his face, his small ass that endearingly, perfectly fit right into Yoongi's palms. It was as if everything about him suited Yoongi's tastes exactly before he even knew what those tastes were. All it took was experiencing Jungkook for him to see the light. This was it. This was what he wanted.

This is what he's always going to want. Yoongi could probably spend an eternity just like this, buried between Jungkook's legs, nuzzling against his clothed cock and listening to those low, delicious groans spill from his husband's mouth. Winding him up so tight he has no choice but to cum, hands free. Yoongi hums at the tempting thought, mind running as wild as his pulse as he presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss right against the tip, the fabric already damp. Another glance up and Yoongi notices everything, the way Jungkook'ss clutching onto his own wrist for dear life, head tipped back against the pillow, his entire body pulled taut and hips tilting forward once again, beckoning him closer. God, he's so damn hot. And seeing how committed Jungkook is to keeping his hands to himself, listening to Yoongi, makes him want to reward him in some way.

"You torture me on a daily basis," Yoongi counters, voice teasing, though there's a gruff edge to it. Jungkook's effect on him is just as obvious as his effect on his husband, and Yoongi suddenly can't stand to see the sweatpants on the younger man any longer. He quickly shucks them off, pushes Jungkook's thighs further apart, spreading him wide with both palms. Blunt nails dig into the thick muscles flexing underneath, and this time when Yoongi buries himself close he ravages the insides of those beautiful thighs instead, the subject of countless depraved desires, the apples of Yoongi's eyes. He doesn't hold anything back, sucking more marks to paint him pretty colors, claiming every bit for himself, teeth snagging on the sensitive skin. And okay--maybe he is being a little selfish with this one. But who could blame him?

jungkook has been attracted to yoongi since the start, for as long as he'd known him. there's no denying that. ever since he first laid eyes on him in that tattoo shop jungkook was interested, drawn in in a way that he can't explain, because he isn't good with words and he never has been. but it likely has something to do with the way yoongi looks, the contrast of features, how his eyes can be so adorable, reminding jungkook of a puppy one second and so sharp dark the next. something about the cute slope of his nose, the perfect shape of his lips, the totally killer jawline. but more than that, more than just the physical is the way that yoongi carries himself. it's different, unique, like the older man carries an aura that even he isn't aware of most of the time. and jungkook is helpless againdt it, gets pulled in over and over again, with no choice but to let it happen.

regardless of that, jungkook never could have known what he was getting himself into when he approached yoongi for the first time. he never could have known that the ice cream date later on was the start of something like this, never in his wildest dreams could have guessed that the hot guy from the tattoo shop would become the love of his life, the person he can't see himself without, someone who can accept all of his flaws and nuances and find a place for them to fit into his life. their life, together. and a bond like that only makes everything else better, makes it that much easier to let go and trust yoongi, makes him feel all kinds of impossible things tangled in between the lust and heat and god, jungkook loves it.

he loves him, loves yoongi so much, even when he's very much torturing him. even when he's tugging his sweatpants down, finally tossing them off somewhere to the side and jungkook lets him part his thighs as much as he wants to, feels the way his cock gives a desperate little twitch in his briefs in an attempt to catch yoongi's attention. but of course it isn't that easy, of course jungkook thinks he should have expected it, known there was no way yoongi woukd get down here without spending some time on his thighs. the attention he gives them is definitely torture, so close to what he really wants without giving it to him, sending more and more waves of arousal through him. and that's all alongside the way that it gets to him, never fails to be such a fucking turn on because it's obvious how much yoongi likes it, likes leaving his mark behind, getting his fill and jungkook loves it just as much. but it's hard to focus on that, especially when he's impatient and aching for yoongi in all the best ways, growing increasingly restless under his touches as nails dig into his wrist lightly to keep his hold, keep his arms up. "yoongi..." his husband's name slips from his lips without a second thought, without the honorific, something he's long since dropped in favor of more intimate (or sometimes downright stupid) petnames.

Yoongi does take his fill, quickly getting drunk off of his husband's touch and smell and taste, overwhelming his senses. Everything that isn't Jungkook's thighs fades to the background for a few blissful moments, and god, if Yoongi could only get away with spending an entire evening devoted to them. He's fully aware of how ridiculous some of (most of) his kinks are, but that doesn't make him stop, sure as hell doesn't make him hold back. No, he acts like a starved man, only satisfied when he's properly littered every inch of the smooth, toned skin with as many love bites and kisses as possible, when he's sunk in his fingers deep and massaged and spread and manhandled the man below him to his heart's content. And maybe he would have kept going, laid into him even further, if it weren't for Jungkook himself.

His name has never sounded so good. He can't remember ever being so fucking turned on by the sound of it falling from Jungkook's lips until right now, hot, liquid need dripping down Yoongi's spine at how touched out the other already is. Like he's already getting close to one of his limits, so restless against the sheets, body writhing underneath him the same way his fingers are twisting helplessly against his wrist. He's been so good even in his impatience--and it's a sharp thrill knowing he'd continue being good, for as long as Yoongi wanted him to, for as long as he desired him to keep his hands to himself, accepting whatever he gave him. But Yoongi knows what he needs now. And he always takes cares of Jungkook.

Yoongi presses a couple more lingering kisses against him, easing his husband's thighs back down on the mattress so he can run a hand along his underwear instead. The next moment they're off, tossed aside, and Yoongi's sliding back up the other's now completely naked body, pressing himself flush against his husband. One hand rests low on Jungkook's hip while the other reaches up to circle around his wrists again--only this time it's to pull the younger man's arms down, freeing him from the hold and settling them around his own shoulders instead. Jungkook's going to need something real to hold onto this time, and it's going to be him.

"'M right here, baby," Yoongi breathes heavily against the younger man's lips, practically purring the petname as he sinks his hand even lower. Offers some much-needed and well-deserved relief to Jungkook's cock with long, slow strokes of his practiced fingers.

it feels like an eternity, the time that yoongi spends on jungkook's thighs, and honestly he never even knew that tHey were such an erogenous zone, that he could feel so much there until his husband. he never really knew a good handful of things about himself until his husband, namely just how submissive he can be, but, hey, if yoongi likes it just as much then jungkook doesn't see any reason to overthink it. that, and yoongi just makes it really fucking hard to overthink it, makes it borderline impossible to even think at all because the fact of the matter is that he's skilled. he knows what he's doing, has jungkook memorized, knows every single inch of him inside and out and it's a blessing and a curse, everything all wrapped up into one tightly wound package that makes jungkook feel like he just might lose his mind, and he knows very well that they've barely even scratched the surface.

still, at least it seems like enough. it's enough to pull some of yoongi's attention back, and jungkook can't help himself, can't let the groan of relief that comes with his underwear finally being tugged off and tossed away, because he was straining against the material too much by that point for it not to be uncomfortable. he welcomes the slide of yoongi's body back up along his own, the way that his husband frees him by lowering his arms back down to settle around his shoulders. they've been together long enough now, have done this enough that jungkook doesn't habe to ask, he know!s what it means. but he also wouldn't hesitate to go right back to it, right back to listening, if that's what yoongi wanted.

for now, though, jungkook will just focus on this. he has no choice but to focus on this, the way everything overwhelms all of his senses, the low drawl of yoongi's voice that pulls shivers down his spine and the slow, easy tug of fingers around his cock that makes him downright groan. because it just feels good, especially after the teasing, especially now that he can touch, too. jungkook's hands are restless, wandering as much bare skin as he can reach, one eventually sliding back up to that familiar spot near the back of yoongi's head while the other slips down, fingers toying at the waistband of his pants. "mmn.. you're wearing too much," he manages, while he still can, because he's still jungkook and that means he's still just as impatient as always, always wanting more, more, as much as yoongi will give him when he's got him this worked up.

Jungkook always feels so nice in his hand. Even better when he's filling his mouth, but for now Yoongi's content to let his fingers do the work, languidly tugging Jungkook's heavy cock again and again and again. It feels like coming home once more, the younger man's groan letting him know exactly how welcome the homecoming truly is, how much he desperately needed his touch. Honestly, Yoongi loves how much his husband obviously craves it. Loves how one-track Jungkook can get in this state, where he can focus on nothing more than Yoongi getting him off, Yoongi breathing that pleasure onto his skin and winding that heat even tighter inside, Yoongi dominating him in a way that means letting go completely.

He'll take whatever Yoongi gives to him. And Yoongi fully intends on exploring that further once he has every part of Jungkook ready and aching for him. For now, he listens to the younger male himself, shimmying out of his skinny jeans with a little bit of effort before pressing himself close again. A satisfied sound rumbles in his throat at the sudden brush of their cocks, Yoongi angling his wrist so he can jerk the younger off directly against him, using the thin fabric of his boxers for more friction. It's messy and it's hot, Yoongi paying special attention to thumbing along the head, gathering every drop of precum on Jungkook so he can make his grip that much smoother, all slick heat. Then there's the heat of Jungkook's own hands, which don't hesitate at all in their newfound freedom, wandering everywhere, greedy in a way that leaves Yoongi's gaze hooded.

"You should help take the rest off," he murmurs in Jungkook's ear, the suggestion crystal clear as he practically strokes the other along the length of his own painfully hard cock. The hold at the back of his head, fingers just buried in the soft hair there, is getting to him more and more by the second--and shit, he can't wait to ravage the rest of him, fuck him in all sorts of delicious ways. And thank god once again that this is a kid free weekend because the sounds he wants to pull from Jungkook tonight can't be easily explained away.

maybe it's a little stupid, maybe even borderline downright pathetic, how lost in all of this jungkook can get. just how worked up he can get, how desperate he can be for his husband in just a matter of minutes, the same as if yoongi had been at it and torturing him for hours before giving him any kind of real touch, anything close to a hint of real relief from all of this tension. that's what it feels like, and it's ridiculous, because it's not like it's been all that long since the last time they've done this, not like yoongi ever keeps jungkook pent up for too long, not unless something goes wrong with their schedules, and even then, they usually find a way to make it work. because they're just addicted to each other, plain and simple. that's the best way that jungkook can describe it. he's addicted, absolutely addicted to min yoongi and that's why he wants every single thing about him, wants the long, skilled fingers working slowly but steadily over his cock, wants his mouth, wants his body and every single thing about him and then some.

it's a pleasant surprise, really, when yoongi actually listens to what he's saying so quickly. jungkook can never be entirely sure how it's going to go or what he should expect from the other, but he likes it this way, because it soothes a little bit of that impatience flaring under his skin while at the same time igniting a whole new fire. jungkook just goes with it, follows with any shifting necessary to accommodate yoongi while he manages to get his jeans off and somewhere useless on the floor, giving another breathy, appreciative groan at the press of them up against each other more properly this time. it still isn't enough, still isn't quite what jungkook wants, but it's better, and he definitely can't deny that.

he can't deny that he loves this, fucking loves everything about it and the way that yoongi knows just how to touch him, just how to make him want to start falling apart already. it's so much better, so much worse how yoongi is pressing them together like that, so close, and the heat, feeling yoongi's cock against his own even through the fabric is more than enough to get jungkook's hips bucking up slightly. he wants more, wants so much more, wants anything and everything that yoongi will give him, and he isn't shy in letting him know, in letting more of those breathless groans fall between them so long as it ensures that yoongi knows he's making him feel good. and his voice pressed right up against jungkook's ear just makes him feel even better, breath catching, choking out something in between a groan and a curse but yoongi doesn't have to tell him twice. jungkook is more than eager, fingers leaving the back of his head so that he can use both hands for this, to hook fingers into the waistband of yoongi's boxers, to do the best that he can to push them as far down as he can manage before yoongi will have to take over and kick them off. "god.." he groans, reaching down between them to touch, unable to resist palming at yoongi's cock, getting his fingers around it for a few slow, thorough strokes of his own because they've been together, they've been doing this together for far too long to be worried or hesitant about things like this. "please tell me you're gonna fuck me."

In a way, that's the most ridiculous part of all this, the fact that it really hasn't been long at all since they were last going at it here in their bedroom. Only a matter of a couple days--which, as far as Yoongi's concerned, should probably be the longest they go without fooling around at all--and it was amazing then just like it always is. But what hasn't happened in a long time is having this wide open space of alone time, an entire weekend without Sejin running around and occupying 99% of their thoughts and energy. There's still that small part within him, that guilt that rises up when he remembers how long that time stretched out, not even thinking anything of it at the time. But they're in a good place together now, even better than they were a month ago, and Yoongi has to focus on moving forward. After all, it's why he made this weekend happen in the first place, why he planned everything out with the same meticulous attention to detail that he learned from the best husband in the world.

And god, is he living up that title. Yoongi doesn't understand how he can get any harder, but listening to Jungkook's breathy sighs and moans at every bit of contact is only making him strain further against his boxers. Even the loose material is starting to feel restricting, too tight, and the only relief comes when Jungkook grips the waistband and firmly tugs down his thighs. Yoongi deals with the rest of it, kicking the last bit of clothing off with the same enthusiasm as the younger man had undressing him. Satisfaction churns deep in his belly when they tangle up in one another, all hot skin and the easy slide of their cocks together. It'd be easy enough to get off like this--and they have, many times--Yoongi lapping along the younger's male ear piercing before a groan catches in his own throat at Jungkook's fingers curling around him, all slow, sensual tugs against his entire length. He closes his eyes for a brief moment, indulging in the heat rolling pleasantly through him, his own fist tightening on his husband.

Yoongi almost laughs at the request--there's nothing funny at all about the sharp need dripping from Jungkook's voice, making his head immediately cloud over, but the fact that Jungkook's asking at all makes him realize once again how oblivious the younger man is to just what he has in mind. Maybe it shouldn't make everything hotter--but naturally, it does. Yoongi's fingers smoothly ease off his cock and between Jungkook's legs until they're massaging his ass, rubbing directly against his husband's entrance. The pads of his fingers circle the tight, sweet spot, lazily using Jungkook's own precum to lube him up for now. It's absolutely filthy, teasing him like this, and so fucking satisfying.

"Of course I'm gonna fuck you," he assures lowly, slowly sinking in a finger only to pull it back out, push it in again. Jungkook's walls cling onto him like a dream, offering little resistance but still so damn tight, the haze getting that much thicker. "You've never had the kind of fuck I'm about to give you tonight, babe."

they've mastered it, or at least jungkook would like to think that they have. no matter what else parenthood threw at them, no matter how busy their schedules are or what they have to worry about, to get done in their day to day, they always manage to find time for each other in some ways. and one thing that's never suffered, even the slightest bit, is their sex life. it's all thanks to high libidos and a lot of practice and creativity, and it's something that jungkook thinks is honestly impressive when he stops to think about it. they've mastered the art of being careful and inconspicuous, of listening and waiting until after bedtime, definitely after sejin is actually asleep to do anything. and if the mood strikes, if it has to happen while he's awake they've figured out where and how they can get away with, what they can get away with, what kinds of time limits they have depending on the day and the time of year, depending on the days schedule and what needs to get done. jungkook has learned how to keep himself in check, how to be quiet or completely silent whenever he has to, because it doesn't matter, because it's worth it, each and every single time.

but jungkook also can't deny that it's good, so, so good whenever it's like this. whenever they are guaranteed some freedom, when, at least for a few hours, he doesn't have to worry about any of that. he doesn't have to worry about anything, doesn't have to think about being loud, doesn't have to hold himself back in any sense of the word. it's been a while since they had this kind of luxury, and maybe that's what's gotten him like this, so worked up so fast, but he doesn't regret it, not even for a split second. how could he regret anything when yoongi is making him feel so good, whenever he's finally naked on top of him, whenever yoongi is making those incredible sounds right against his ear, fingers wandering until they're moving back and fucking him open slowly.

jungkook loves it, he doesn't hesitate in spreading his thighs open a little wider, shifting in the hopes that it will give his husband even more room to work with, to do what he needs to do, because the more time passes, the more and more impatient he starts to feel. it placates him a little, though, the feeling of yoongi's finger starting to open him up slowly, and it only takes a few slow thrusts of one to get jungkook's hips rolling slightly, like he's trying to push down for more and seek out some kind of added friction all at the same time, clearly needing something. the answer he gets is just as bad if not worse, words a low drawl that leaves jungkook shivering slightly this time, because they have more than enough experience, because they've done so many things, tried so many things together and then some that even just the mention of something new is enough to get him interested, to spike the heat and fan the flames already running rampant underneath his skin. jungkook honestly has no idea what yoongi could possibly be talking about, but it doesn't matter. he's interested. "fuck," he pants, groans slightly, fingers still working a slow pace against yoongi's cock while he can manage it, wanting to touch, wanting to make him feel every bit as good. "more.."

This is one of Yoongi's favorite parts, simply fucking Jungkook open--and why wouldn't it be easy to love, watching the younger man accept him so eagerly, listening to every soft groan and pant, feeling his heat, feeling just how much he needs it. And it's always so obvious how much Jungkook needs it. Yoongi can read his body like a beloved book, knows every single line and nuance in his shivering limbs and rolling hips when he presses in deep. He's had plenty of practice on this end, right from the very first time they hooked up, when Jungkook was younger and even more unruly in his impatience and enthusiasm. Opening the boy up for him literally took his breath away. He had never seen anything more gorgeous than Jungkook unraveling right before his eyes, silently pleading to be filled with any part of him.

Of course, actually hearing the begging never hurts either. The way Jungkook does it now gets Yoongi twitching in Jungkook's hand, just as anxious to give his husband the more he's really looking for. But Yoongi is nothing if not thorough, and even after all these years, even with the two of them enjoying an incredibly active sex life, he never once rushes through preparing his love. Never wants to hurt him or make him uncomfortable. But there's a pretty strong case for the opposite when Yoongi can see just how damn hard Jungkook is pressed against his stomach, how he's starting to go a little dazed even with just the one finger, spreading his legs at the drop of a hat and aside from all of that--Yoongi knows what Jungkook can handle. He presses in a second finger at the same his free hand moves to hold his husband's hips flat against the mattress, forcing him to remain still and take it.

"So good," Yoongi murmurs, smoothing kisses along the curve of the younger man's jaw, so, so slowly, as he starts filling him up a little more. It's an all too familiar rhythm, the thrust of his long, fine fingers, intent on stretching Jungkook even further before searching deeper inside of him to make his toes curl and back arch in that pretty way it so often does. He laps against a hickey he created a mere hour ago, his own personal signature as he gives a satisfied little hum, pumping into Jungkook a little harder. Still amazes him how he can still be so tight every fucking time. "Gonna be good for me?"

jungkook wants it. he wants all of it, wants every single thing that yoongi is willing to give him and more. he can't help it, can't help the impatience that crawls along his skin, can't help the way that his husband is so fucking good at this that it leaves him aching for it minutes into foreplay. because jungkook knows. he knows exactly how good it feels, knows exactly how much they both love it, enjoying the payoff of exploring every single inch of each other over the past few years, of learning and comitting all the little things to memory and it's pretty much guaranteed that any kind of sex with yoongi is going to be at least a little bit mindblowing.

he's already starting to touch out, and jungkook honestly couldn't give any less of a fuck. nothing else matters when he has yoongi slowly giving him more and more of what he wants, always thorough, borderline torture the way he prepares him and even though jungkook might whine or complain, they both know how much he loves it at the end of the day. it's obvious in how hard he is, making a mess of precum over his stomach even without yoongi touching him, his own fingers faltering, squeezing around yoongi's cock before he lets them slide off.

there's no way that he can focus on even trying to jerk yoongi off properly, not when he just keeps fucking jungkook that much more with his fingers, mouth burning hot against his skin and the low drawl of his voice making jungkook dizzy. he's no stranger to being submissive to yoongi, to giving up the control to him like this. but there's just something about it that always gets to him, something about it that shoots straight through him, that has him twitching slightly in anticipation and all he wants to do is be good, be a good boy for yoongi, whatever it takes to get more of this. he nods slightly, mindlessly, helpless to do much else when yoongi's holding him in place. still, he lets more of those sounds leave his lips to let yoongi know how much he likes it, fingers sliding up the length of his chest, seeking out their familiar spot in his husband's hair once again.

It's the same thing with his thighs--left to his own devices, Yoongi could spend hours in this position, taking his sweet ass time ravaging Jungkook's body until the poor kid falls apart and cums untouched. It'd be a pretty sight, one he's seen many of times before, and the mess Jungkook's already leaving on his stomach is such a fucking turn that it has Yoongi's fingers pressing even deeper, breath stuttering against his skin. For as touched out as the younger boy is, it's nothing compared to the state he gets in when Yoongi curls his fingers up, expertly massaging the sensitive gland inside of him. Yoongi doesn't even think twice about it after all this time, continuing to hold Jungkook's hips flat against the mattress as he coaxes out even more pleasure from his husband's trembling body. The shaky little nod he gets in response to his question is fucking adorable in the midst of everything else, the grip on his hair so erotic, and Yoongi's heart balloons with love and lust for what feels like the hundredth time in the last hour--or however long Jungkook's been home. It's starting to feel like they've already been at this forever.

Maybe that's why Yoongi decides not to keep up the torture for all too long, why he briefly leaves his husband empty and alone on the bed just so he can grab a bottle of lube from their bedside drawer. Yoongi falls back on top of him, hair disheveled from Jungkook's fingers and how it's dried in funny places, but the rest of him all intense focus as he draws the younger in for another deep kiss. Such a good boy. No matter Jungkook's control on so many aspects of their domestic little life, no matter the physical differences, no matter how old they get, Jungkook will always be his good boy. Yoongi will always think of him this way when he has the other mindless with arousal and anticipation, and the best part of it all is that Jungkook loves it and craves it just as much--maybe even more.

"Gonna be good for you, too," Yoongi breathes against his lips, the air heavy with the sheet amount of waiting they've had to do. And not just tonight. It makes it all the sweeter when he gets himself nice and slick, settling between his husband's spread, thoroughly marked thighs and finds himself coming home in the truest sense of the word. He holds the base of his thick cock steady, easing himself inside in one slow thrust until every single inch is buried in Jungkook, everything is his baby boy and everything is perfect.

jungkook can't help it, doesn't try to help it, doesn't try to fight the way that every single thing that yoongi does makes him feel like he's going fucking crazy. it's just so easy, so easy to fall into the pattern they've created for themselves, so easy for yoongi to pull out whatever sensation he wants to give jungkook, whatever he wants him to feel, no more, no less. it's so incredibly arousing that jungkook almost can't stand it, his own thoughts combined with just how good yoongi's expert touches are making him feel, coaxing louder, proper groans from his throat when he hits and massages up against just the right spot, the one that gets his hips pushing up a little against yoongi's firm hold because he just can't help it.

going from that to yoongi pulling out of him entirely moments later is enough to coax a sound like a soft whine from jungkook's throat, even if he knows why yoongi is doing it. because jungkook is watching him, his dark, hazy gaze never once leaving his husband, only silently urging him to get what they need faster. yoongi doesn't leave him waiting for long, falling back on top of his body, and jungkook is ready and waiting for him. he's reaching up to try and pull yoongi closer already, leaning up for the kiss that his husband gives him to meet him halfway, thighs spreading as much as he can manage it to give yoongi all the room he needs.

his husband doesn't keep him waiting for long now. it's only a matter of seconds before jungkook can finally feel him pushing inside, the familiar pressure that doesn't hurt anymore, isn't even the slightest bit uncomfortable when he's wanting it so bad like this. it just makes him feel full, full in the best way, full of yoongi in every single way possible as he lets out a breathless curse, fingers smoothing up the length of yoongi's back just to touch, head falling back a little just so that he can look up at yoongi's face and take it all in.

Yoongi savors everything. He can still feel the heat from their kiss, Jungkook's taste as he chews lightly on his bottom lip, struggling to contain his own curses as he bottoms out. It'd be impossible to describe how good Jungkook feels around him. To put into words this tight, searing heat on all sides, and at the same time this incredible softness that opens up so effortlessly. Yoongi's fingertips smooth down to his husband's hips, thumbing slow circles over his skin much the same way he was doing earlier in the evening. It'd an old habit, left over from when they were still new to this, when Jungkook needed time to adjust and Yoongi vowed to make sure he never felt any discomfort from him at all. Sometimes, just because, Yoongi dips back into it. Reassuring Jungkook, making his presence felt is something that never gets old, after all.

Yoongi's gaze never once leaves him, either. From the moment he's inside everything is Jungkook and absolutely nothing else. Those beautiful, starry eyes full of nothing but want for him. The shuddering breaths against his cheek. The drag of his touch along his back, pulling shivers from Yoongi himself. The way his body accepts him whole-heartedly. Yoongi's heart swells all over again with a sharp intensity, overcome with far too many emotions as he looks down at his gorgeous husband, dark hair hanging in his eyes. He leans once more to brush their lips together, ever so softly, for just a brief moment.

And then he starts moving. Languid at first, rocks that leave him grinding gently against Jungkook's hips, even slower thrusts after he pulls out nearly the entire way. Whatever feels right in the moment, whatever sort of mood they're in is how he starts, and knowing what's to come, Yoongi wants to make sure he begins tender. Familiar. That he truly eases Jungkook in, despite the need clenching tighter and tighter within him, his cock twitching inside the younger man, aching to just fucking go. To be fair, Jungkook would probably agree with that sentiment, but it doesn't stop Yoongi from making sure he goes about this the right way.

it's exactly what he wants. everything about this is just what he wants, feeling the way that yoongi fills him up so good, so perfectly, just like he always does, just like he has every single time. before he met yoongi, jungkook probably would have sworn that he could never take something so big, would have laughed and said no fucking way. but now he doesn't think he could take anything less and be satisfied, never feels completely satisfied until he has yoongi inside him like this, all the way, exactly the feeling he's been aching for ever since they started this.

it's what he wants, sure, but it's also nowhere near enough. jungkook can't be satisfied with the simple fullness for long, and especially not when his body adjusts so easily now, effortlessly, when all it takes is a matter of a few moments and jungkook wants more, wants yoongi to give it to him the way that he knows his husband wants to. because yoongi is always so good, everything he does is so good, he makes jungkook feel so good and he's already too worked up, mindless with heat and want, so much want for the man on top of him, inside of him that he doesn't even know what to do with all of it.

when yoongi finally starts moving, it's better. it's better but it still isn't enough, even though his slow, deep thrusts pull a groan from jungkook's throat, have him arching up slightly, head falling back because it's hard to do anything but savor every second of this. jungkook's fingers grow restless, smoothing their way up and down yoongi's back, just wanting the heat from skin on skin. he slides his touch up the length of yoongi's sides, over his stomach, chest, like maybe his touches will be able to coax yoongi into doing something, into giving him more. "yoongi." his voice is breathless around his husband's name, more of a groan than anything else, because he's too old and they've been doing this for far too long for him to have any semblance of shame about it. "more.. fuck me, come on."

Yoongi knows it's not enough. He knows without Jungkook doing or saying a single thing because he knows his husband, he knows what he likes and what pulls him apart and how far he can stretch his impatience before it finally snaps. But in that moment, it doesn't matter. He's going to do what he knows is right. Maybe Jungkook won't see it now, too blinded by his own need, but starting out slow like this is only going to make the fireworks burst that much brighter later on. He's going to have to trust Yoongi to take care of him the way he deserves to be taken care of. The way he's always taken care of him. Except maybe he'll do it even better than all those other times before, because now Yoongi knows the secrets buried inside Jungkook's head, the ones that slipped out so softly, so unsure at first, the ones that have left Yoongi burning for so many days.

All the soreness and exhaustion from spending the whole day finishing their chores is nowhere to be found now. Jungkook is all the adrenaline he needs. He watches the graceful arch of his body when he fucks in nice and deep, savoring how fucking beautiful Jungkook looks for him, already taking it so well. The moment his name falls from his husband his thrust hits a little quicker, amusement humming low in Yoongi's throat at the desperate, aggravated little thing underneath him. So shameless. He fucking adores it.

"God, I love you."

And then his hips snap hard, jolting Jungkook back against the pillows as he buries himself once more inside his tight, perfect hole. Jungkook's body still grips him like a dream even with the lube, even though he's been taking Yoongi's thick cock for years, and fuck. His hand reaches up to steady itself on Jungkook's shoulder, keeping the younger man from bouncing off his cock, moving too much from the force of his thrusts, while the other travels even higher up. Fingers ghost along Jungkook's pretty neck, Yoongi's heart already racing faster at the mere start of it.

jungkook knows that it doesn't matter what he wants, doesn't matter what he says or what he does to try and coax yoongi into giving him what he wants. in the end, his husband is the one in charge. he's the one who's going to make that decision, who calls all the shots. and the thing is, for as much as jungkook might whine, as impatient as he gets, that's exactly the way that he likes it. it's exactly the way that he wants it, the way that he's always wanted it, maybe even moreso than he ever really realized before, earlier on in their relationship. but he can't deny it now, and certainly not after it's out in the open, now that he's shared it with yoongi, even if simply clueing him in doesn't mean that jungkook expects everything - or anything - to change.

maybe it's comical in itself, how far it is from jungkook's mind. because he knows how this goes. it isn't to say that their sex life isn't interesting. it isn't as if things are boring and routine for them - far from it, but even if it was true it wouldn't matter, because sex with yoongi is always the best that jungkook has ever had. he's always left satisfied, has absolutely nothing to complain about - which is part of why it was so hard for him to be open about it all in the first place.

right now, though, he's just focused on this. focused on how it feels, on the way yoongi is still fucking him nice and slow, picking up just a little in response to his words, enough to make jungkook's breath stutter in his throat. or maybe that's the i love you, because jungkook still hasn't quite gotten used to it, not even after all these years. the words still do something to him every single time, but when he opens his mouth to give them back, a choked groan is what he ends up giving yoongi instead. the hard thrust hits him just right, has his fingers instantly pressing in harder against yoongi, trying to find more purchase even though the older man isn't letting him move too much, either. the first brush of fingers against his neck doesn't quite register, because jungkook is too caught up in the way he tips his head back, eyes closing for a moment just to sink into it. "god, fuck - yes," he groans, as if yoongi needs the encouragement to know jungkook likes the way he's fucking him, but he'll still give it to him anyway.

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