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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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.

Yoongi knows it's a thing, him being in charge. A pretty serious thing. Even without his husband explicitly talking about it, it was obvious right from the get go that for all of Jungkook's neuroses and decision-making and leading in real life, the last thing he wanted to be in the bedroom was that same strong force. Not that Yoongi ever minded--exactly the opposite, actually. Being dominant over Jungkook came naturally, even easier than it had with any of his past partners, and it lit something in him that hasn't even come close to burning out. Not with a kid, not with marriage, not with the daily, exhausting rhythm of parenting. If there's one thing that's a constant, it's Yoongi fucking him into next week and taking no prisoners, awed every single time by the way Jungkook just lets it happen. Just takes it.

The thing is, Yoongi never knew just how much of a thing it really was until very recently. And after that conversation, Yoongi had spent the better part of his time alone doing research, visiting enough adult websites and kink blogs to make even him squirm in his seat, thighs pressed tight. He just needed to know how to do it properly. Needed to see it. Needed to understand on a purely objective level aside from the one or two times he's fooled around with other people, because even just thinking about doing this to Jungkook, his Jungkook, sparks a dangerous heat in his system--and if he's completely honest, a bit of worry too.

The last thing he wants is to hurt Jungkook, to push too far. Of course, they had talked enough to lay some ground rules, establish safe words and taps, but talking is a far cry from actually doing. What if Jungkook doesn't like it as much as he thought he would? What if he's disappointed in him? Yoongi isn't used to having concerns like this when it comes to sex, but then, he's never wanted to fulfill Jungkook's desires as badly as he does right now. The only thing he can do, though, is exactly what Jungkook does: trust. And continue fucking him the way he's so desperate for.

Yoongi's own groan comes rasped, deep as Jungkook tightens pleasurably around him, the thrust good enough to have the younger man raking over his body mindlessly, expression like he's fucking seen heaven. The amusement from before is completely gone, replaced by something much darker as Jungkook continues to babble for more, looking so damn good. Without even telling them to, Yoongi's fingers crawl higher up his neck, cradling the side of him as his thumb searches the fleshy part of his skin just underneath his jawbone. He feels hot to the touch, flushed, all rabbit pulse. It makes Yoongi continue the deep, hard thrusts that force Jungkook down into the mattress, the only place he's allowed to go underneath his hold.

"That's it, baby," he breathes, thumb pressing down a little harder, testing the water. "Look at how well you take me."

the funny thing is, jungkook doesn't mind taking control every so often. he doesn't mind the nights when he decides to surprise yoongi for a change, when he wants to switch it up every now and again, just enough to put the focus on his husband, because jungkook is a lot of things, but he definitely isn't a selfish lover. he's always been into giving back just as much as he receives and then some, but even so, it just comes so easily, falling into being submissive to yoongi. it feels right, natural in a way that he can't explain, and part of the reason why jungkook loves it so much is because of how obvious it is that yoongi is right there with him, that yoongi loves it just the same. it's just good, easy, and why fix something when it isn't broken, right?

but that doesn't mean that jungkook is opposed to trying new things. he's been up for nearly everything that yoongi has suggested over the years, any and every strange new attraction that his husband was taken by one moment or another. it's almost impressive that he hasn't come up with much of his own by now, given how meticulous he is in every single other aspect of their lives. but then, maybe that has more to do with it than he realized, maybe it all comes back to that preference he has to letting yoongi take the reigns, call the shots more often than not. jungkook has slowly started to realize more and more that the whole thing likely runs a whole lot deeper than either of them initially would have thought, but it doesn't mean that he's unsatisfied. he's just as ready and willing to have yoongi fuck him all weekend in all of the ways that are familiar, safe, as anything else. anything with his husband is good, phenomenal, even, and jungkook would be satisfied even if their conversation from before stayed just at that - a conversation - just for the sake of having gotten it off his chest, out in the open between them, the weight of everything else so much heavier, so much more important than any sexual curiosities he might have.

of course, his husband isn't the type to let anything slip through the cracks. jungkook should know that by now, really, after being married to him for a while now, together even longer. anything and everything that he says, yoongi takes to heart, and it's just one of the many things that he finds endearing, that he loves so unconditionally about the older man. and of course it would come into play here as well, even though jungkook is none the wiser at first, lost in the perfect, perfect way that yoongi fucks him and how good it sounds when his husband groans like that, when his voice gets even deeper and jungkook knows, he just knows how good it is for him, too.

the rest of it is what starts to tip jungkook off, the way yoongi's fingers continue to linger around his neck, the way that it spikes his pulse before he's even really aware of it. that's subconscious, and nothing compared to the feeling that comes with yoongi's thumb pressing in harder, the sharp heat that it sparks along his nerves, the way that it's slowly starting to sink in alongside yoongi's words, just what he's starting to do. jungkook thinks that he's starting to catch onto just what yoongi is testing out, and honestly, what else could it be? even the thought alone of yoongi remembering, of yoongi pulling this out for him is enough to multiply jungkook's arousal at least twice over, but combined with everything else he'd swear that he's already starting to feel a little dizzy from it. his eyes open, just so that his gaze can lock onto yoongi, getting darker and darker by the second, voice and breath both catching together on a simple groan of "fuck, more."

Jungkook's pulse isn't the only one to jump at the touch, but the feel of it racing underneath his fingertips, vulnerable, laid open for him, is a kind of power Yoongi's never known before--with anyone. For all of his own odd Jungkook kinks born out of the most mundane circumstances, Yoongi had never been one to explore outside of the box before, and he certainly wouldn't have thought that seriously about breath play with any of his other partners. It was all shits and giggles before, clumsy touches and raging hormones. Just flirting with the line without actually crossing over it. With Jungkook, Yoongi's pretty much demolished any sense of shame, the two knocking down new boundaries with every year they grow closer, but even so--despite all of that--this feels different. It's a new experience, of course, but it's more than that.

More, like the way Jungkook seems to come to life all over again underneath him, Yoongi watching as the gears slowly click together, practically seeing the exact moment when the younger man realizes just what's happening. And it's so fucking good to finally be able to share it with Jungkook, to release his own small secret he's been holding onto over the past several days, everything now out in the open. Jungkook's gaze is all he can focus on, glassy-eyed and knowing at the same time, and there's something so raw about how his husband looks at him just then, how fucked out and ready and satisfied he is just from the first, tentative press against his throat, that it has Yoongi starting to understand too. Yeah, it does feel different. Because it is.

And he sure as hell isn't going to stop.

Those quiet worries and lingering uncertainties about how he'll do melt away almost instantaneously at Jungkook's groan. More. Always more. Yoongi never once pauses in his thrusts, continuing to ravage his body nice and hard and deep, as he lifts a hand from Jungkook's shoulder to the pillow, anchoring himself. He clenches the fabric hard between his fingers, and he god, wants to go faster already, wants to pound into Jungkook until he's screaming--but he can't very well scream with a hand around his throat, can he? Pleasure shudders through Yoongi, a twisted, unexpected thing as his thumb makes a greater indent into Jungkook's skin, pressing into something underneath the surface. He's already looking more flushed than before, his neck a mess of hickeys and the light sheen of sweat, and it makes some amount of sense that Yoongi would continue to decide just what to with that part of him. What to do with all of him, this wired body that's at his total mercy.

"You think you can handle more?" It isn't sweet. It's the same dark curiosity that makes him wonder just how this will make Jungkook feel, how he'll react, the same dark taunt in his eyes as he hovers over him.

Edited 2017-03-03 05:08 (UTC)

jungkook doesn't even know how many times he's had sex with yoongi now, has no way to calculate it, to add up how much it has to have come to now over all of these years. he doesn't know how many times they've tried something new, changed it up in the bedroom, how many times they've gotten experimental just for the hell of it. there's no way to keep track of it all, of all of the strange, mundane things that have spiked his husband's interest, of the way that jungkook always gives in, always indulges him because the truth is that jungkok is just as weak to the older man, that the way that yoongi gets because of him is more than enough all on its own o get jungkook going most of the times. that isn't to say that he hasn't chimed in from time to time, that over their years together he's never spoken up about his own interests and desires (most memorable is probably the year he made yoongi dress as a cat for trick or treating, with some very unexpected consequences that led to them keeping the accessory set in their bedroom closet year round). but even so, nothing has ever been quite likes this. they've never really swung over into territory like this before, crossed a line over into hard kinks like this one, and maybe that's another part of why jungkook was so nervous, unsure about sharing it with yoongi, unsure of what his reaction would be or whether or not he would even be interested in the first place.

that all seems worlds away now, though. honestly, jungkook can barely even remember the conversation they had about it, the embarrassment and uncertainty he had felt back then are nowhere to be found whenever yoongi has him on his back on their bed, when he's fucking into him low and deep with one hand wrapped firmly around his neck, slowly applying more and more pressure, still testing the water. there's a part of jungkook that's grateful for the slow ease in, the way that it gives both of them an out just in case it hadn't gone as expected, but that isn't a concern that either of them need to worry about. at least not if the look in yoongi's eyes is anything to go by, the way that he shifts to anchor himself, how jungkook swears he can physically see the shiver run through him, the way that something else is coming over him, something he's never really seen, heard, felt from his husband before. not like this. and it's easy, it's as simple as that and jungkook is ready and willing to dive right in, wants to be submerged in all of this, to sink into every second of it that yoongi is willing to give him. because it's good, it's so, so fucking good, and god. he doesn't want to stop.

jungkook's pulse is fast and erratic under yoongi's fingers, his heart pounding harder in his chest, breath stuttering just with the weight of his arousal and how quickly it's spiking, feels like it could spiral out of control at any second, feels like he could lose himself, fall apart completely in yoongi's hands in a matter of moments and all he wants to do is chase that. he's powerless to do anything else, really. powerless against anything but taking it, taking the way that yoongi fucks him, the way that he presses in more against his neck, the way that it has jungkook moving, a mindless reaction, one hand moving up to grip onto yoongi, holding on somewhere near his forearm. it isn't because he wants him to stop. he isn't tapping the back of his hand, he isn't mouthing their safeword, isn't asking yoongi to do anything but keep going, to maybe give him more of this, if he wants to. yoongi's dark gaze feels like it's shooting right through him, like it's burning him up from the inside out and jungkook wants it to, wills it to, finds his voice enough while he still can to give a choked, almost-whine of "please."

Honestly, how is Yoongi supposed to compete with that request?

He's done with the moment he sees the same dark pleasure coursing through his own body flash across Jungkook's expression at the press of his thumb, slowly building up the pressure. And he looks so beautiful like this, needy and aching for him, more vulnerable than Yoongi's ever seen before, than perhaps he's ever even had the opportunity to be. Because this is different from Yoongi feeling vulnerable--and more than a little ridiculous--shuffling around in his black cat costume that may or may not have given his husband the best unexpected boner ever. And this is different than Jungkook simply laying his guard down between the sheets, opening up for Yoongi's touch in that effortless way that will never not feel like the best thing in the entire world. This kind of vulnerability runs even deeper, because Yoongi literally has his life in his hands.

That kind of control should scare him shitless, and maybe somewhere inside of him it does, but the much bigger part is calmly taking everything in stride, basking in the way it makes complete sense. Knowing that Jungkook trusts him enough to tip back and leave himself in the older man's control, that Yoongi's the only person he would trust enough to do this with in the first place, satisfies him more than he could ever put into words. It grounds him the same way Jungkook does, the younger mindlessly clutching onto his arm with a new, more urgent kind need, nails biting his skin, looking every bit as feverish as he feels when Yoongi presses himself flush against his ass, grinding every inch that much deeper inside of him. As if there's still more to claim, some place inside of his husband he hasn't quite reached just yet. Yoongi's used to seeing his eyes roll back from just a few well-aimed thrusts...he wonders just how he'll look when the oxygen can't shutter through properly, when things start to go fuzzy at the corners and all he'll have is Yoongi to anchor himself to.

Yoongi knows he isn't hurting Jungkook. He knows because Jungkook tells him, and Yoongi listens. Despite the teasing and the long-winded foreplay and the body worshiping that will never come to an end no matter how many nights he devotes to his husband, Yoongi always listens. "Good boy," he murmurs, voice thick with arousal as he pushes forward enough to make Jungkook's hips lift sightly from the mattress, knowing full well the angle will have Jungkook losing whatever lingering grasp on reality he has. He's really laying into him now, fucking him fast and unrelenting, mercilessly hitting his prostate as his fingers curl that much tighter around Jungkook's throat. Keeping him right there, just like before. Just where he wants it. Smothering that wild pulse.

"Good boy, Jungkook." His husband's hips shudder from the impact every single time, all harsh slaps of skin, and fuck, if that doesn't make his cock fuck even harder, satisfied groans spilling from Yoongi's lips.

jungkook trusts yoongi. that's a given, has been for years, something that they've built up over so long now, such a strong foundation and there's never been any reason for him to doubt it. there's never been any second guessing, any moment of worry or wondering whether or not he made the right choice. it's just been as simple as that all along, ever since day one. jungkook has always trusted yoongi, has always been more than willing to give that over to him, but even so, never in a way like this before. because in some ways, in some very real ways, this kind of trust runs even deeper than what they already have. he knows how much he's placing on yoongi, what kind of weight he's putting on his shoulders, what kind of pressure he was putting on him with a request like this in the first place. but yoongi took it wholeheartedly, willingly. yoongi is carrying it and giving jungkook back exactly what he wants, giving him so much by taking something so simple and yet so vital away and maybe it's fucked up at a moment like this to think about how much he fucking loves this man but jungkook does, and it drives him crazy, just as crazy as everything else.

because nothing else about this is loving. at least not in the conventional sense, not in that tender, soft way that the two of them can get, have had their fair share of over the years. it's different, it's all raw, rough and jungkook is essentially helpless, entirely at yoongi's mercy and he isn't sure if he's ever experienced anything, if he's ever felt anything so fucking hot in his entire life. he knows enough to know that he isn't supposed to gasp for breath, isn't supposed to let himself try even though it's a natural instinct with the way that yoongi's fingers only tighten around his throat, firm and yet still careful, pressing in enough to restrict without hurting him in the slightest. yoongi would never hurt him, not unless jungkook asked him to, and he knows that. jungkook tries to do his best to focus on breathing normally, but it's hard whenever yoongi is fucking him like that, practically ripping any shred of coherency from him more and more with each passing second.

but jungkook wants it. he wants it and he can tell that yoongi wants it too, can see it, feel it in the way that he fucks him, hear it in the low, delicious sounds that he keeps making. the praise only makes it that much better, because jungkook fucking loves it, loves being called yoongi's good boy, loves knowing he's doing everything right, doing a good job, just for him. it gets jungkook's eyes rolling, and god, the only think he wants is for this to keep going, to drag it out as much as possible, because it feels so fucking good that if he had it his way, they would never stop. but he's already getting close, sensation only magnified by the beginnings of something else, something different tingling through him, the way that everything is getting a little fuzzy around the edges the longer they go on, the harder yoongi chokes him. he knows that this is the part where they need to be careful, knows that they can't push too far but he also knows that he wants more, that he can take more, just a little, pleasure sounds starting to catch and back up in his throat.

He is a good boy. Such a good boy for Yoongi, trusting and beautiful and drunk on lust, on every sensation being pulled from his body. The praise slips out unconsciously, as it usually does during sex, but even this feels different than it usually does. The words burn on Yoongi's tongue the same way Jungkook burns around him, and maybe if he weren't in so fucking deep he would have been half-way concerned about just hot Jungkook is, every part of him flushed and pink and god he just looks so good. Yoongi can't resist staring at the way Jungkook tips back slightly, eyes rolling back from the pleasure, his breathing coming out stuttered, soft. It's obvious, the affect his hold is having. Apparently all that research from before paid off, the insistent press of his thumb and the snap of his hips getting the younger man loose-limbed and glassy eyed, expression completely blissed out. The choked little sounds below him shouldn't make his cock twitch in desperation. Definitely shouldn't make Yoongi fuck him harder.

But he's just as helpless to it as Jungkook is, doesn't even think to fight it. And at the same time he's continuing to stare, soaking in every detail, catching the threshold in Jungkook's expression. He's never not careful, even in the midst of everything else--won't let himself lose his focus for even one moment. Because one moment is all it takes for this to become something else, something far more destructive than this mind-numbing pleasure. Yoongi can tell. And suddenly Jungkook's limits are reduced to the ticks on the clock, the rhythm of his own heart pounding in his ears. He holds it for one...two...three more seconds before he lets Jungkook go, fingers easing off the intense pressure without actually pulling away.

Without even thinking about it Yoongi swoops down to drag the flat of his tongue against the same spot his thumb had just been on. Soothing the abused skin, still warm from his body heat, and this close Yoongi can hear the boy's rabbit heart in his chest. The white-knuckled fist in the pillow soon finds a new home on his husband, giving his hipbone a bruising sort of grip that forces Jungkook to meet every thrust head on. He never once stops, doesn't even pause, pressing more slurred, mindless praises against his neck. The only thoughts that shutter through are fuck him more and love him more, because he can take care of his boy in more ways than one--always has. And he'll continue doing so until Jungkook can't possibly take anymore, until that satisfaction he's been chasing and begging for all night finally brings him down.

jungkook is into this, so into this, more than willing to lose himself in all of it entirely. he wants to, wants to sink down deeper, deeper into yoongi, into everything he's giving him until he can't possibly get anymore. maybe it's selfish, maybe it's a little greedy but jungkook knows that it's mutually beneficial, knows his husband well enough by now to know he's certainly enjoying himself every bit as much. it's just as good as jungkook had thought it would be, as the fleeting thoughts and fantasies his mind came up with made it out to be. it's even better, feeling yoongi's fingers wrapped around his throat, feeling so completely out of control, feeling the way that everything starts to feel a little lighter.

yoongi eases up on the pressure, lets go without letting go, gives jungkook the space to breathe. and he's taking in air as soon as he can, because his body wants it, needs it, pulling it in in quick gasps at the same time that yoongi is fucking it right back out of him. it's a combination of things he's never felt before, head still swimming, dizzy with pleasure and the brief lack of oxygen that only seems to push it higher, push him higher, makes it all feel so good.

all of the sounds backed up get their chance to escape, leaving jungkook moaning, whining, making sounds he isn't even aware of every few seconds. it's always better like this, better when he's free to let go, when he doesn't have to worry about holding anything back. there's nothing to be embarrassed about, absolutely no shame in the way he lets yoongi know exactly how good it is, one hand still tight around yoongi's wrist, the other skipping its way up to his neck, sliding into his hair. "fuck," he groans out, right around the same time that his thighs start to shake from the intensity of it, when he knows he can't hold on even as much as he wants to. "fuck, yoongi - gonna make me come."

For the hundredth time tonight Yoongi is so thankful that they're alone, because the moment Jungkook starts up with those sounds--obscene moans and whimpers and breathless little whines that leave Yoongi's fingers clutching harder at his waist--the only thing he wants is to drown in them. Everything. His body keeps taking more and more of Jungkook until it feels like he's melting into that intoxicating heat, until he's not quite sure where he starts and his husband begins. It's all so rushed, rough, loud. Unbelievably amazing. If Jungkook had originally wanted this to drag out--well, they're sure as hell racing forward now, unraveling each other piece by piece. Not that Yoongi minds when he has fingers raking and twisting in his hair, Jungkook tightening and shuddering around him so fucking good, lips still claiming whatever skin is closest to him.

Those words will never not make him weak. As much as he can read Jungkook's body like the back of his hand, and even with that deep gut feeling that they're both falling hard, hearing Jungkook tell him when he's close is always so much better. Such a good, good boy. Yoongi pushes himself back up so he can look properly at Jungkook, eyes hooded, blown black as they take him in. For as adventurous and willing as they are in the bedroom, Yoongi prefers finishing together like this, as stupidly sappy as it might sound. No other position can make him feel half as connected to Jungkook as he is right now, bodies flush together, hearts beating in tandem and foreheads brushing as Yoongi stares straight into Jungkook eyes. Leaving him bare all over again.

"Go on, baby," Yoongi pants, voice ruined and low as he continues plowing into the younger man, the smack of their skin mingling with those filthy noises below him. Jungkook's neglected cock bounces against their stomachs, still making a mess of them, painfully hard. Normally Yoongi would help finish him off with a couple hard strokes, but not this time. This time he wants Jungkook to get off exactly like this--filled to the brim with Yoongi, accepting everything he has to give him, just like what Jungkook needs. There's nothing more than this--nothing else that can satisfy him like this. Fingers ghost over Jungkook's throat, little more than a teasing press, a reminder. A reason to make those thighs shake again. "Be good and come for me."

jungkook doesn't have to tell yoongi. he knows that he doesn't have to tell yoongi that he's close, knows that his husband knows, because he always does. because they've done this so many times that they can read each other like a book, and the older man has exploited that knowledge more than a handful of times, any time he wants to, really. he's good at that, just like jungkook is good at giving himself up to him, letting yoongi take over, make the decisions, because they both know just how much he gets off on that anyway. but even so, jungkook likes telling him. he likes the way that yoongi praises him when he tells him, because telling him means being a good boy, yoongi's good boy, means hearing his husband give him permission to let go in that deep drawl that drives jungkook so fucking crazy.

there's no slowing it down now, and jungkook knows that, too. there's no backing down, no easing off when yoongi is fucking him this hard, when he's pulling back to look at him like that, everything so rough and intense in a way that they definitely don't get every time, that's usually reserved for the times like this - times when they are completely and utterly alone. jungkook is still thanking god for that, for a lot of things, but mostly for this man on top of him, inside of him, wrapped around every single part of him so much, so completely that how could he do anything but fall apart in his hands?

it doesn't take much more than that. jungkook's eyes are hazy and dark but they meet yoongi's gaze head-on as much as he can. it's hard to tell what it is that actually does him in, if it's yoongi's voice or a particularly hard thrust or the feeling of his fingers on his throat again. it doesn't really matter. what matters is the way that the tension snaps, gets his head tipping back, eyes closed, jaw slack when it hits him and he can't do anything but give into it, into the way that yoongi makes him come so hard that his thighs are definitely shaking again. his breath catches in his throat, backed up on moans of yoongi's name, shameless sounds of pure pleasure because why wouldn't he want to let his husband know exactly how good it is, exactly how good he made him feel, fingers tightening in his hair and nails biting into his skin.

[yoongi/jungkook] ; breathless

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