kissing was something that took some getting used to. it was something that jungkook didn't quite understand right from the jump, something that he saw in movies, something he witnessed a handful of times between jimin and taehyung without fully comprehending what it was. of course he was curious about it, the same way he's always curious about everything, but it simply didn't come naturally to him. not in the same way as nuzzling yoongi sometimes, or curling up close to him, or simply scenting him with a few well placed rubs of his ears along yoongi's skin. it was something that took time, time and a little bit of practice once things between them finally settled. but if something involves being close to yoongi, jungkook is always going to give it a chance.
now, he feels like he can never get enough of the way that yoongi kisses him. even if he still doesn't completely understand it, it doesn't matter. he doesn't need to understand it to know that it feels good, that it literally takes his breath away sometimes, the things that yoongi does with his tongue. sure, jungkook is used to it making his heart swell, to it making his stomach feel very much like it's lined with butterflies, used to the slow, sweet warmth that spreads through every single inch of him every time he's close to yoongi. but he isn't used to it making him feel like this. he definitely isn't used to the way that it starts to feed into the want, the need that's still simmering just under the surface, starting to try and make itself known all over again. the talented slide of yoongi's tongue against his own is enough to coax something like a series of soft whines from jungkook's throat, only encouraged by the places where yoongi's fingers are gently touching his skin.
the touch of yoongi's fingers against the sensitive fur on his ears is even better. jungkook always likes it when yoongi touches him there, the soft, gentle, reassuring strokes and pets that he's grown all too accustomed to over the years. but something about it right now feels even better than it usually does, sends another tremble running through him, makes his fingers curl and grip at the hair at the back of yoongi's head. even before the older man says anything jungkook's other hand is starting to wander a bit, just enough to slide down his back, to try and pull him down, closer, because it's easier than trying to word what he wants. but then yoongi is pulling back from the kiss, nipping along jungkook's neck in a way that makes him shiver, makes him tilt his head to offer more of himself on instinct, like an offering. and yoongi is asking him, telling him. yoongi wants jungkook to tell him what he wants and jungkook knows that. his body knows what he wants, knows what it needs, but jungkook doesn't know the words to put with it, doesn't know how to tell yoongi what it is exactly. and it's frustrating, even moreso when their proximity and the things yoongi is doing are making his mind start to go hazy all over again, the want steadily building in his stomach, rising up and threatening to spill over into the rest of him. all he can do is whine softly, still pulling at yoongi, shifting enough to wrap long legs around his torso, or at least to try, like maybe that will help him understand. "yoongi ... stay close? closer. please."
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now, he feels like he can never get enough of the way that yoongi kisses him. even if he still doesn't completely understand it, it doesn't matter. he doesn't need to understand it to know that it feels good, that it literally takes his breath away sometimes, the things that yoongi does with his tongue. sure, jungkook is used to it making his heart swell, to it making his stomach feel very much like it's lined with butterflies, used to the slow, sweet warmth that spreads through every single inch of him every time he's close to yoongi. but he isn't used to it making him feel like this. he definitely isn't used to the way that it starts to feed into the want, the need that's still simmering just under the surface, starting to try and make itself known all over again. the talented slide of yoongi's tongue against his own is enough to coax something like a series of soft whines from jungkook's throat, only encouraged by the places where yoongi's fingers are gently touching his skin.
the touch of yoongi's fingers against the sensitive fur on his ears is even better. jungkook always likes it when yoongi touches him there, the soft, gentle, reassuring strokes and pets that he's grown all too accustomed to over the years. but something about it right now feels even better than it usually does, sends another tremble running through him, makes his fingers curl and grip at the hair at the back of yoongi's head. even before the older man says anything jungkook's other hand is starting to wander a bit, just enough to slide down his back, to try and pull him down, closer, because it's easier than trying to word what he wants. but then yoongi is pulling back from the kiss, nipping along jungkook's neck in a way that makes him shiver, makes him tilt his head to offer more of himself on instinct, like an offering. and yoongi is asking him, telling him. yoongi wants jungkook to tell him what he wants and jungkook knows that. his body knows what he wants, knows what it needs, but jungkook doesn't know the words to put with it, doesn't know how to tell yoongi what it is exactly. and it's frustrating, even moreso when their proximity and the things yoongi is doing are making his mind start to go hazy all over again, the want steadily building in his stomach, rising up and threatening to spill over into the rest of him. all he can do is whine softly, still pulling at yoongi, shifting enough to wrap long legs around his torso, or at least to try, like maybe that will help him understand. "yoongi ... stay close? closer. please."