Yoongi allows Jungkook to pull him back in for another round of kisses, fingers tangling in his hair and lips moving eagerly against his own. The bunny has always been eager for affection in any way, shape, or form, but kissing took some getting used to. The poor boy had only ever seen it on TV or when he happened to sneak a peak at Taehyung and Jimin--and the innocent little peck he had graced Yoongi with years ago of course didn't count. But what he lacked in know-how he more than made up for with enthusiasm, with sheer happiness to be so close to Yoongi at all, and with some time Yoongi was able to guide him into slower, deeper, sweeter kisses. Jungkook's a quick learner, after all. And cute. God, is he cute. Yoongi actually can't stand the way his ears happily flutter when they come together. Or feeling every breathy, barely audible gasp when he takes his time exploring the boy's mouth. Or the way Jungkook sometimes nibbles on Yoongi's bottom lip when he's over excited, all sweet want.
His Jungkook is simply adorable, and despite everything that's just happened, despite the anticipation still weighing heavy in the room, Yoongi can't help but sink into this familiar, tender ache he only feels when he's around the younger boy. All Jungkook has to do is breathe his name, look up at him with those big, adoring eyes, and he melts right there on the spot. He's useless to do anything but draw Jungkook that much closer, his own hand settling near the boy's jaw, holding him in position, thumbing over the smooth skin. The other finds the younger boy's slim waist, marveling at the way it feels under his fingers, how doll-like his baby really is sometimes. It's not doing much to help calm him down, and he tries to shift so that he isn't fully pressed against Jungkook's body, hips still hovering slightly above him. Maybe it's more for his sake than Jungkook's. Maybe it's just easier to kiss Jungkook into another state of oblivion. Because when things are like this, when they two of them are breathless and falling just a little bit deeper into each other, it feels like Jungkook is no different from him at all. It feels exactly right.
Somewhere along the way Yoongi's fingers trace all the way up to the boy's ears, lightly stroking the white fur that's slightly damp to the touch as well. All of him is still warm, so warm, and Yoongi doesn't understand how it isn't too much, how he could still want to be as close to Jungkook's heat as possible. He takes a break from the soft abuse of the boy's lips to softly abuse his other favorite place, nipping ever so lightly at the flushed neck that's looking a bit too inviting. And he figures he might as well take his chance now before the younger boy starts getting restless again, the need taking down everything else in its path. "Kook." His voice rumbles low and husky in his chest, breath hot against Jungkook's skin. "I'll do whatever you want me to do. You just have to tell me, baby."
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His Jungkook is simply adorable, and despite everything that's just happened, despite the anticipation still weighing heavy in the room, Yoongi can't help but sink into this familiar, tender ache he only feels when he's around the younger boy. All Jungkook has to do is breathe his name, look up at him with those big, adoring eyes, and he melts right there on the spot. He's useless to do anything but draw Jungkook that much closer, his own hand settling near the boy's jaw, holding him in position, thumbing over the smooth skin. The other finds the younger boy's slim waist, marveling at the way it feels under his fingers, how doll-like his baby really is sometimes. It's not doing much to help calm him down, and he tries to shift so that he isn't fully pressed against Jungkook's body, hips still hovering slightly above him. Maybe it's more for his sake than Jungkook's. Maybe it's just easier to kiss Jungkook into another state of oblivion. Because when things are like this, when they two of them are breathless and falling just a little bit deeper into each other, it feels like Jungkook is no different from him at all. It feels exactly right.
Somewhere along the way Yoongi's fingers trace all the way up to the boy's ears, lightly stroking the white fur that's slightly damp to the touch as well. All of him is still warm, so warm, and Yoongi doesn't understand how it isn't too much, how he could still want to be as close to Jungkook's heat as possible. He takes a break from the soft abuse of the boy's lips to softly abuse his other favorite place, nipping ever so lightly at the flushed neck that's looking a bit too inviting. And he figures he might as well take his chance now before the younger boy starts getting restless again, the need taking down everything else in its path. "Kook." His voice rumbles low and husky in his chest, breath hot against Jungkook's skin. "I'll do whatever you want me to do. You just have to tell me, baby."