kkaeppsong | [yoongi/jungkook] ; little star

[yoongi/jungkook] ; little star

"Okay, Kook--left foot first. That’s right, now the other…”

Yoongi slips the bright blue sock on the small foot in his lap, watching the little one’s toes wriggling about in clear excitement. He manages to secure the sock in place despite the restlessness, weeks of practice and painstaking routine now firmly under his belt. Next come the shirts--really, only five acceptable options as far as Jungkook is concerned--and today, just like every day, Yoongi splays them out on the ground for him to pick. Nevermind that there’s several nice outfits in the drawer, including a really cute matching set Jimin gifted them when Jungkook turned a month old. The bunny simply took a couple sniffs of the new clothing before ignoring its existence altogether, fighting against Yoongi’s attempts to have him wear it whenever Jimin came by for a visit. Well, fighting in the way of unhappy little squeals and scrambling to hide under his bed, curled in a stubborn little ball.

He doesn’t like change, Yoongi sighed by way of apology.

He doesn’t like clothes that weren’t bought by you, Jimin had laughed.

Both are probably true. Then again, it hadn’t always been that way.

Yoongi remembers when dressing Jungkook used to be wonderfully simple. When he could fit inside the palm of his hand, a bit of fluff nestled in his curled fingers. He was such a tiny thing, so small Yoongi could feel the thump of his heartbeat with his pinky, and the pad of his thumb was the only brush needed to smooth down his soft white ears. Yoongi had fallen hopelessly, immediately for the adorable creature. The moment those big brown eyes locked onto his, he may as well have owned Yoongi, signed off instantly on his paperwork instead of the other way around.

It’s amazing what even a couple months can do, Yoongi muses, as he glances over the toddler-sized T-shirts. Everyone had told him as much, but it still takes him aback, just how quickly Jungkook is growing. It was one thing having Jungkook in a playpen in his apartment at first, his body too small and frail to truly explore his environment, but now it’s as if every day there’s a new mission, a new adventure to take on. Climb up the kitchen table and check out those weird plastic bags. Nibble on all the electrical cords in the living room. Pull Yoongi’s sweatshirts from the closet hangers and make a giant nest. He’s active, unabashed, so curious about everything, and Yoongi learned the hard way (after some partially-chewed on slippers) to bunny-proof the place. He knows it’s only temporary though, given the way Jungkook’s hybrid nature means rapid maturity--because he’s getting smarter, too. Seeing more. Learning more. And, for the most part, listening to Yoongi more.

“Kook-ah,” Yoongi calls to get his attention back, picking up the wriggling child so he can plop all of him down in his lap instead. Jungkook always settles better when he’s held, and even though there’s those nagging voices in his head (usually Jimin’s) telling him he’s only spoiling the bunny, Yoongi can’t just ignore his own instincts either. Just wants to take care of his baby. Wants to take care of Jungkook like this while he still can.

"What shirt do you want to wear to the store today?"

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The quicker Yoongi can ease whatever it is that's wrong, the quicker they can get back to a good night's sleep, Jungkook's warm body pressed snug against him like a drug to the older man. He used to get a little exasperated at times when Jungkook was still a baby, refusing to properly go to bed if he wasn't there right beside him. The small bun simply wouldn't close his eyes and relax until Yoongi made a whole show of lying down next to him, slipping the blanket underneath his chin, opening his arms for last-minute cuddles. Yoongi didn't realize until much later, however, just how addicted he was to their bedtime routine. Now it just feels wrong whenever he has to travel for work, sleep in unfamiliar, empty hotel beds that don't smell like Jungkook, that don't snuggle like Jungkook, that don't breathe deeply in that cute little way that Jungkook does. Simply put, Yoongi doesn't know how to get any sort of decent rest if the other is awake and preoccupied. Knowing Jungkook is having a hard time makes it that much worse, Yoongi trying his best to read the younger boy's body language in the still-dim bedroom. But all he can pick up on is...tension. It radiates off of Jungkook in a peculiar way that makes Yoongi's brows furrow, something nagging at his stomach.

It seems to take a beat too long for Jungkook to look back at him, and when he finally does, Yoongi's fingers search out the bunny's cheek instead, gently holding it in his palm. Shit, Jungkook isn't kidding. Yoongi's own brain is still foggy from the deep sleep he was just pulled out of, and he's not thinking quite as sharply as he probably should be, but it's obvious that this body heat isn't right. Even the way Jungkook shivered a few moments before makes Yoongi think that he has the chills, that his poor bunny has come down with something. No wonder he's fighting with his clothes. Yoongi just nods, completely unaware of the telltale look in Jungkook's eyes, focused solely on making him feel better. "Okay, sweetheart," Yoongi murmurs sympathetically, and without even thinking twice about it he helps Jungkook out of his shirt, slipping his underwear off with steady hands before Jungkook can rip it to shreds in his own frustration.

Once that's taken care of, Yoongi moves to turn on the bedside lamp, a soft glow quickly washing over the room as he forces himself out of bed, shuffling closer to the door. A single switch has the overhead fan swinging to life, casting what he hopes is an added coolness to the room. Perhaps he should turn the air conditioning on as well...or would that just make the fever worse? Maybe a cold rag instead? Yoongi contemplates that for a moment before turning back to the bed, fully intent on asking for the other's opinion on the matter but Jungkook is--he looks--he's--

Fucking christ.

Yoongi stands stock still, staring at the bed as if he's just seen a ghost. Jungkook is completely flushed, beads of sweat gathering in his clavicle, down his neck, along his hairline, and his eyes, normally so bright and wide, are glazed over with such intensity that he feels that tug, that same gut feeling he should have listened to much earlier. He's also completely hard. His cock looks downright desperate, the way it strains against Jungkook's flat stomach, and maybe it's Yoongi's racing imagination but he swears he sees it twitch underneath the weight of his gaze. For his part, Yoongi can't seem to remember how to use his mouth. He's seen Jungkook in heat plenty of times, but not...not like this. Not splayed out half-asleep in bed at 2 am.

"Kook." His throat feels too dry. "Did--did your heat just wake you up?"

Edited 2017-07-06 04:34 (UTC)

jungkook can't think about much of anything beyond how uncomfortable it is, and how it only seems to be growing more and more uncomfortable by the second. the longer that he's aware of it the worse that it is, and jungkook can't help it, can't help himself, can't keep from squirming around uselessly on the bed even when yoongi is looking at him, even after he knows that he's gotten his attention. maybe if he were a little more aware in general, a little more able to focus, he would have realized the confusion and concern in yoongi's expression, maybe he would have been able to communicate himself. but it's hard, and it's even harder whenever yoongi is touching him, because all jungkook wants to do is press into it, all he wants to do is sink into it, get more of it, and he can't help himself, can't keep from pressing closer into yoongi's hand, nuzzling his cheek against it until yoongi pulls it away and swallowing back the whine that wants to come up whenever he does so.

the good thing is that yoongi can understand him, at least in some way. yoongi doesn't hesitate to help him, and jungkook lets him, lets yoongi help him out of his clothes, damp with sweat. it's a momentary relief to have them off, the air of the room feels good on his flushed skin and it feels even better to have his cock free from the confines of his underwear, good enough that it pulls a sound almost like a soft whimper from his throat as yoongi continues on, moves around the room enough to switch on the light, gets up to cross over near the door and turn on the fan. it offers a little bit of relief, the coolness of air over his skin a little bit of something at least, for a few moments. jungkook just finds himself shifting around again, until he winds up on his back, limbs spread out against the bedsheets, starting to breathe a little bit quicker, a little bit heavier than usual.

he doesn't say anything else. at least not until yoongi pauses by the door like that, not until he's stopped and staring at him, saying his name, asking him that question. jungkook looks over at him, and it's easier to focus on yoongi like this, without the darkness blanketing the room and making it hard to see clearly. it sends a pang of something like want clenching hard in his stomach, has him squirming all over again, thighs pressing together like that's going to help somehow. it doesn't do much. his cock is still hard, almost impossibly hard, flushed an angry red and straining against the flat of his stomach, already leaking precum regardless of the fact that he hasn't been touched, hasn't even touched himself. he knows what's happening, of course he does, but yoongi is the one who's able to put the words to it when he asks that question. maybe if he was more aware, maybe if his mind was less hazy, less clouded over he would feel guilty, embarrassed, apologetic, any of those things for suddenly waking the both of them up like this. but as it is he's powerless to do much of anything but just feel, the sensations insistent and mounting by the second, a kind of desperation that's practically a living thing inside of him, clawing at him, demanding attention. regardless of the haze jungkook still manages to answer yoongi's question in the form of a nod, a soft whimper following before he stammers out, "so hot, yoongi... hurts," his voice curling into a whine around the syllables.

It always seems to happen like this, ever since Jungkook hit maturity a couple years or so ago. The heats come without warning, without consistency, pummeling Jungkook with a desperation that fills every corner of his body and every inch of their apartment up with need. Even Yoongi, about as average and human as one could possibly be, can't ignore the thick scent that clings to the younger boy during these times, or the hot heaviness in the air of their bedroom after Jungkook's been suffering inside for days. Yoongi hates having Jungkook isolated in this way--but the alternatives were just never appropriate. Jungkook would have never been comfortable with another hybrid hired to meet his needs, and Yoongi helping the boy himself was always out of the question, despite Seokjin's calm insistence. It had never sat well with him, back when he convinced himself that his feelings toward Jungkook were simply those of a caretaker. Besides, Jungkook usually struggles to articulate his needs. He doesn't fully comprehend the changes that happen inside his body while in heat, not in the way that Yoongi does, and perhaps there's a part of him that wants Jungkook to stay innocent, to keep using his own hand when he's at his most vulnerable--as though somehow that will protect him more.

It's that protective nature that flares up at the mere sound of his bunny whining and whimpering on the sheets, effectively knocking away whatever stupor Yoongi was in moments before. Nothing has changed. Jungkook is hurting, and he needs to fix it. Yoongi has spent years doing exactly that, kissing away boo-boos, patching up scrapes from too many excited rolls on the floor, even apologizing to the bunny when he accidentally betrayed the bond they shared, right before things got better. Taking care of Jungkook has always come first, and right now is no exception, Yoongi hurrying back to the bed so he can sit near the other's side. "Shh, baby, it's okay. Everything's going to be okay." He runs a soothing hand through the younger boy's hair, stroking the damp locks away from his forehead. He knows now that what he's done so far is only a respite. The undressing, the cool air, they're not even scratching the surface of Jungkook's true need, and Yoongi knows that the longer he waits, the worse it's only going to get for Jungkook.

"Do you want me to get your toys?" Yoongi asks slowly, making sure each word rings clear to the younger boy through his growing haze. It's impossible not to notice the effect his heat has on him, the way his naked body writhes impatiently on the bed, every part of him flushed and aching, and Yoongi has to force his gaze away from between the bunny's tightly clenched thighs. He's never gotten this hard this fast before. It's never been this bad within a mere two minutes. The realization hits Yoongi hard, and it looks like Jungkook doesn't know how to handle it either, isn't doing much of anything at all except for mindlessly reacting to the sensations inside his tightly wound body. "Toys, baby," Yoongi repeats, voice coming out a little tighter than before. "I can get them and sleep on the couch tonight, okay?"

it only seems to get that much worse with every second that passes. impossibly so, because jungkook isn't sure that his body could possibly get any hotter, that he could want any more than he already does now, but it's as if he keeps proving himself wrong with every passing moment. he never seems to get used to it, no matter how many times it happens. it's never any less intense, never hits him with any less force than it did the very first time, always catching him off guard and rendering him more or less completely helpless. only this time, there's something about it that's a little bit different. different enough that it's sending those pangs of want through him more and more, with an urgency, an insistence that's only growing, like every single inch of him is already on edge and he's only been awake for a matter of minutes.

whatever it is, this something that's making him crazy, it only seems to get worse whenever yoongi makes his way back over to the bed. when he settles himself near his side, when he's smoothing his hand over his forehead, pushing his hair back. the touches are simple, they're sweet, likely would have made jungkook feel better if this were any situation but as it is, every time that yoongi touches him, every nerve ending that the older man comes into contact with just leaves him wanting that much more of it. jungkook really can't help it. he can't help the way that he tries to push up into yoongi's hand, can't help the way that his ears quiver and twitch slightly, how his eyes fall closed for a few moments before yoongi speaks again.

jungkook knows what yoongi is asking him, what he's suggesting. he knows because it's the same thing that they always so, that he always does, the same way that he always manages to get himself through his heats without losing his mind entirely. it's always been enough, jungkook has always managed to make it, at least, spending days alone in their bedroom with his hand and a small collection of toys that usually manage to at least keep the edge off, to keep himself from losing it entirely with need and desperation. but right now, even the thought of that is unbearable, enough to make him whine high in his throat. he doesn't want it, not when yoongi is here with him, when even the touch of his hand along his forehead feels so much better than anything else would, he knows it. jungkook is still grasping for coherency, but he manages well enough to reach up, to curl fingers around yoongi's wrist and shaking his head slightly. "don't," he answers, fingers tightening a little. "don't couch, yoongi." his eyes open then, looking back up, seeking out the older man even in his haze, because he knows what he wants. and he's far gone enough that he isn't embarrassed to ask for it, in his own way, the words breathless when they come out. "can you stay?"

It's a small white lie, for Jungkook's sake more than anything else, because the truth of the matter is that Yoongi wouldn't be able to get any sleep, even a room over. It's difficult to manage when Jungkook's exhausted himself enough to manage some hours of rest at night before he's back at it, but trying to get any sleep now, right at the start...it would be pointless. The sounds alone would keep him up. Their bedroom walls hardly muffle Jungkook's cries and screams, but Yoongi would endure it just like the younger boy has to endure it. His own comfort is far down the list of priorities, always second to Jungkook's, and Yoongi already has half a mind to go ahead and get the box from the closet, if it weren't for the sudden grasp to his wrist. Jungkook's firm hold surprises him, but the firmer words are what really grab Yoongi's attention.

For a brief moment, all he can do is stare at those big, expressive eyes looking imploringly up at him. There's that telling desperation clouding over his gaze, but there's also a hint of expectation, longing, hope, pieces that aren't quite as familiar. It's as though Jungkook's opening himself up even further than the way he's already splayed out on the bed, reaching out across the short distance between them. The question hooks deep inside Yoongi, and his heartbeat quickens, chest growing tight at the obvious implications in it--because there's nothing simple about what he's being asked. Except that for Jungkook, it really is simple. He sounds so sure of himself, so aware, and all he wants is for Yoongi to be there. All he wants is Yoongi. Even his body gives him away, the curious way his ears quiver at his touch, the way his eyes close in pleasure, the way he instinctively pushes to meet his hand, as though he's chasing more. "I can stay," Yoongi finds himself murmuring, his touch shifting up to the base of one of Jungkook's ears, scratching at the fur ever so lightly as it dawns on him exactly what they'll be doing.

Whatever anticipation or hesitation (or both) he feels then, however, is nothing compared to the responsibility now sitting steady on his shoulders. Jungkook is placing all his trust in Yoongi to take care of him, and taking care of his baby is second nature. He's never taken care of Jungkook like this, in such explicit terms, but Yoongi would do anything for him. And with Jungkook in such distress, looking at him like that with those pretty eyes, pleading with him, how can Yoongi even think of saying no? His other hand runs across the sheets to graze the boy's hipbone, resting almost tentatively against him. The simple touch alone is more daring than anything they've attempted before--affections brief and sweet between them--and the hot press of Jungkook's skin has something else clenching inside of Yoongi. "Do you want me to help you with the toys? Or--instead of the toys?"

for jungkook, it really is as simple as that. it's as simple as wanting yoongi here with him, as simple as not wanting to him to leave, especially not now that he's already touched him, even if they've been light touches, barely anything at all. it's as simple as maybe even needing the contact, at something deep down inside of him stirring and pulling because of it, like his body knows that it's what he needs, knows that it's the start of something that might be able to actually scratch that deep, insistent itch that he usually just has to wait out until it passes, until the heat finally breaks and fades and he feels like he can breathe again, even if it normally takes a matter of days at a time.

this is different, and that's the best way that jungkook can even think of to describe it, the best way that his mind can go about processing it when there are still so many things fighting for a place in his mind, in the way that he's feeling. the better thing, the best thing to do would be to let it go, not to worry about it so much, not to worry about things like whether or not it's okay, whether yoongi will be upset with him, all the thoughts that may have crowded their way to the surface and overshadowed everything else if he weren't already slipping more and more out of reality, out of coherency with every passing second. for now, it's easy enough to let his focus slip and zone in on other things, like the way that yoongi's fingers feel scratching against the base of his ear, the way that something so simple is enough to pull a shiver down his spine, to have his ear twitching slightly, to have him still trying to press up into it without even the slightest bit of hesitation.

jungkook just wants to be close to yoongi. that's what he knows more than anything else, the most important thing, even moreso now that the older man has confirmed that he can stay with him, that he will, now that his hand has found its way across the sheets and settled on his hipbone instead. it's another small touch that shivers its way across jungkook's skin, that has him arching up slightly and trying to move closer to yoongi all at the same time, powerless and open, comfortable enough with yoongi that the thought of trying to hold anything back, of not acting on instinct and impulse doesn't even cross his mind. it just feels good, and jungkook just wants more of what feels good, like maybe that will scratch the itch still steadily growing inside him. those big eyes are still trained on yoongi even as he asks those questions, and jungkook has to take just a moment to process before answering them, trying to wrap the words around what he means as much as possible, so that maybe it will be clear enough. "yoongi .. not toys. just yoongi." jungkook pauses for just a moment then, eyes still locked on yoongi's expression, question slipping from his lips before he loses all of his coherency, before even the slight hint of self-awareness he has slips away from him completely. "is it okay?"

Yoongi can sense it, the way that Jungkook's slipping fast even though barely any time has passed since they were both jarred awake. He's familiar enough with the heats by now that it doesn't come as any surprise--if anything he's impressed with the way that Jungkook's been able to keep up the conversation as well as he has, despite everything else demanding his attention, consuming his over-sensitive body. It isn't exactly fair to him, making him wait any longer than he already has, but Yoongi still has to be sure. It's an important distinction, one that Yoongi won't decide on his own without Jungkook's consent. The younger boy knows best what he needs right now, and the moment Yoongi gets that answer, hears just Yoongi loud and clear, it's enough for him. He isn't going to exhaust the boy anymore, make him work any harder to try and formulate the right words in the right ways. Which is why Jungkook's own question is unexpected--self-aware and careful in a way that the rest of him simply isn't, squirming and arching against every point of contact they share.

It's also incredibly adorable. Yoongi holds the other's gaze, something fond softening his expression as he continues the light touches. "Of course it's okay," he says honestly, voice calm amidst the mild anxiety still tossing around in the pit of his stomach. Yoongi would have agreed to whatever it is Jungkook wanted, no questions asked, and the fact that Jungkook is worried in any way about his own comfort gives him that much more resolve. He's going to be there from now on, in all ways he can be, for his bunny. He's made that promise, and he's going to do right by it. The only thing that matters to him is the distress lingering in the corners of Jungkook's big eyes, doing whatever he can to push that far, far away as quickly as possible. He's not going to give Jungkook a single reason why that wouldn't be okay.

"I'll take care of you, baby." His hand moves to rub slow circles across the boy's abdomen, simply feeling the smooth skin. He knows the movement is too subtle to be of much use, just like he knows that if he tried to kiss Jungkook right now, tried to ease him into this the way that humans are so familiar with, that none of it would be appreciated. There's no such thing as foreplay as far as Jungkook is concerned. What he needs is direct relief. The only thing that keeps Yoongi from slipping too far in the strange newness of this situation is the fact that this is all that much newer to Jungkook, this still-innocent bun who has absolutely no concept of sex besides the touch of his own hand and cool, artificial toys. Nothing compared to the musician's fingers, slender and warm as they drag lower down the boy's body, gently prying apart the thighs still rubbing together. A moment later and they're stroking the length of Jungkook's cock instead, feeling just how painfully hard the younger is, how wet he is, how hot he is. It burns straight through his fingertips, shooting right up to the sudden tightness in his throat.

yoongi doesn't leave jungkook waiting for an answer to that question. in fact, his answer is almost immediate, so genuine and honest that it would be hard for jungkook to continue to worry about anything, even as far in the back of his mind as the initial worry was already. jungkook knows that yoongi means whatever he says. he knows that he's being honest with him, doesn't have any reason to think otherwise, because they're always honest with each other. because they always have been, because jungkook simply doesn't know anything different, doesn't know any other way to be. all he can do is wear it all out on his sleeve, all he can do is give himself over to it just the same way he gives himself over to any other emotion that he feels, though the heats are at least a thousand times worse. at least that's what they feel like, especially when he's already sweating and he's barely even moved much at all, has only been awake like this for a matter of minutes.

it's something about yoongi. jungkook knows that, knows it deep down in the back of his mind and then some, knows it even if he doesn't realize that he knows it yet. it's like there's something in simply having the older man here with him, something in the soft, gentle touches that are already sending his nerves into overdrive, too much and nowhere near enough all at the same time. jungkook knows what kinds of things feel good. he's gotten his fair share of practice, but every bit of it has been self administered, whether it's his own hand or using the toys that yoongi bought for him, figuring out what to do and how to do it in order to at least take some of the edge off. jungkook doesn't know what it feels like to have someone else touching him, not like this. he certainly isn't used to the warmth of yoongi's fingers, the way that even the slow circles he's rubbing into his skin make him writhe and press up against them, how it's sending all kinds of signals through every single inch of his body.

jungkook can't really ask for what he wants, because he isn't even quite sure himself yet what it is that he wants, what he can ask for, what yoongi will do to help him. he just knows that yoongi will help him, will take care of him, puts his trust in him wholeheartedly just like he does every other time, every other moment of every day without even thinking about it, without even a split second of hesitation. jungkook just lets yoongi, lets him trail his touches lower, lets him nudge his thighs apart, lets him touch him in all the ways he needs so badly without even knowing it. jungkook is responsive from the first second, head tossed back, ears twitching, body trembling slightly with the weight of the unfamiliar kind of sensation. it feels good, feels so good that jungkook is already whimpering, whining softly, canting his hips up on instinct to try and get more of it. his body knows what it wants, what it needs, from the way that his cock is so achingly hard and throbbing between yoongi's fingers already to the way he can't keep from arching and shifting around like he wants to be that much closer, breathing more harshly than before even though yoongi's barely done anything at all.

Objectively, Yoongi knows at least on some level how good this must feel to Jungkook. By now Seokjin's given him enough information and advice on bunny heats to last him a lifetime, by now he's been living with Jungkook for years, has helped guide the younger boy through about dozen of these, by now he's grown much more comfortable with the overwhelmed mess Jungkook becomes during these times, so much more animal than human. Or at least...that's what Yoongi had always assumed when he was on the other side of the bedroom, walls separating the two. Seeing it unfold now is something else entirely. The only other time Yoongi had lingered this long was for the very first heat, after a very panicked phone call to the doctor was made and instructions were promptly given. He had shown Jungkook, who was even more clueless and pitiful than Yoongi was, how to get himself off with his hand. It hadn't taken long for the poor boy to release, and Yoongi's nerves were so jumpy by that point that it was just as much of a relief for him when Jungkook's cries quieted, the peak of the storm passing.

Even then, Yoongi hadn't touched him. Not like this--not directly. The heat of him is stunning, Yoongi watching on in a sort of curious fascination as the barest movement of his fingers creates such large ripple effects. It's as though he's watching a whole other side of Jungkook, some raw, intense part of him, snap instantly to life. Everything in the boy seems to happen on pure instinct, from the fluttering of his ears to the way his hips desperately pitch forward, already bucking up into a non-existent fist, whining softly throughout it all. It's the sort of reaction he's used to getting from people after he's already worked them over for some time, not right at the beginning, and knowing he's already making Jungkook feel so much from so little has him shifting closer on the bed, matching the other's insistence, his need for more. Yoongi's heart can't stop pounding in his ears.

"You're doing so good, Kook," he praises, voice little more than a murmur as he tightens around Jungkook, giving him the friction he was helplessly seeking out earlier. His cock throbs in his fingers, stirring further at the attention and spilling even more precum, making a small mess of the boy's stomach. Yoongi can't help but stare at him as he thumbs along Jungkook's slit, slicking up the pads of his fingers so he can jerk him off smooth and quick and easy--the same one he taught the boy to do all that time ago. Jungkook simply looks gorgeous like this, even in the throes of his own frustration, or perhaps because of it in the first place. It's easier to focus on the boy's flushed expression, the pretty way his muscles shift and tense than to think too much about what he's doing. Because the truth of the matter is that Yoongi isn't giving him any space to relax. He's quietly set a relentless pace, aimed at only one objective. Even the firm hand at the boy's hip, steadying his wriggling, is so that there won't be any interruptions.

it doesn't take long for jungkook to start giving himself over to it completely. it's easy to lose himself whenever the need, the desperation is growing inside of him so rapidly, threatening to take over. it's easy whenever yoongi is here with him, whenever he feels so safe, comfortable with the older man. almost as if they didn't have any kind of rough patch at all, because trusting yoongi, because being with yoongi are just as easy to jungkook as breathing. because it's so much of what he's known for as long as he can remember, because there's no reason, absolutely nothing anywhere that could give him even the slightest bit of hesitation, of worry about letting himself be vulnerable, letting his guard down, just letting yoongi take care of him.

yoongi always knows how to take care of him. that's been apparent all throughout jungkook's life and it's the same now, all too obvious in his touches, how effortless they are, how quickly and completely he's giving jungkook everything that he needs. because jungkook is so sensitive, his entire body feels like a livewire, like he's overheating from the inside out, like yoongi could so much as breathe on him and it would make him absolutely crazy. being this deep in his heat already and quickly sinking deeper, the mindless, instinctive needs paired with how new every single touch yoongi gives him means that it wouldn't have taken much. jungkook likely would have tipped over the edge even if yoongi continued running his fingers over him in the same way he already was, if he hadn't changed up what he was doing at all, if he hadn't given him anything more.

but of course yoongi gives him more. it's barely anything at all but to jungkook it's so much, just feeling the curl of yoongi's fingers around him properly, enough to pull a choked sound from his throat, body jolting slightly. the way that yoongi touches him, the way that he drags his thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, how he doesn't waste any time or hesitate at all in stroking him good and proper - jungkook is defenseless against all of it. he's defenseless against the way that yoongi's thumb has him crying out slightly, in the arch of his back and the way that his thighs try to spread that much wider, open himself up that much more, give yoongi whatever he needs to make him feel good. he's defenseless against the quick, easy pace that yoongi sets and the way that it sends fire racing through his veins, how fast it overwhelms him, hips still trying to cant up into it regardless of yoongi's firm hold on him, trying to keep him still. jungkook simply can't help himself. just like he can't help himself when it quickly becomes too much, too much and not enough at the same time, even regardless of the fact that the way yoongi is stroking him gets him trembling, whining, making more choked out little noises with increasing desperation until he cums hard, his eyes rolling back, back arching off the bed that much farther and hips refusing to still, doing all that they can to ride it out instead. he's a mess already and it's only getting worse, the mixture of his release and all his precum coating his stomach, the sheets underneath him already starting to grow damp from sweat and the slick that he's producing steadily now. but jungkook is unaware of all of it. unaware and entirely unashamed, because he can't be, because it's impossible to focus on anything that isn't the intense waves of pleasure until they subside, until he's left with trembling thighs and a cock that isn't any less hard or aching than it was before. if anything, it's only worse, flushed an angry red along with the way that the rest of him is flushed from his neck all the way down to his naval. he's breathing even more harshly than before, writhing slightly on top of the sheets once again when his lips part again and he's mindlessly whining "yoongi .. yoongi, more. need more."

It's over almost as quickly as it started, Yoongi barely a minute in when Jungkook begins to crash. It's a rapid descent filled with way too many obscene sounds, the noise of their slick skin rubbing together and the desperate, relentless whines choking the back of Jungkook's throat echoing in Yoongi's ears. Maybe if it was that alone Yoongi wouldn't have been as affected, wouldn't feel the slow stirring of something sitting low in his belly as he continues jerking off the younger boy. But the image of Jungkook writhing before him, doing everything in his power to fuck up into his hand, his little hips trying so hard to chase every bit of that sensation, is impossible to turn away from. Yoongi is transfixed, following every single reaction bursting out of the trembling bunny. Soon enough it's too overwhelming for the poor boy to handle and he's coming so hard he falls into full-body trembling, eyes rolling back as he mindlessly rides out the pleasure blooming inside of him. Yoongi sees him through it, just like he's supposed to, continuing to stroke him until he's milked him dry. Cum is splattered everywhere across his flat tummy, even further up his chest, painting the boy's flushed skin in a way that Jungkook doesn't even seem aware of at all--not in the way Yoongi's body is fully, regretfully aware of it.

In fact Jungkook seems to be in even more of a daze than he was before, a feat that would seriously concern Yoongi were it not for the experience and knowledge of the past few years. Of course he knows that this isn't enough for Jungkook--not even close. A simple handjob can offer some good initial relief, but only in succession. One alone will just make the discomfort worse, pleasure quickly morphing back into the unbearable frustration. Yoongi knows this, knows just what Jungkook's body is capable of in heat, and yet seeing him maintain his hardness even after that rough session is kind of astounding. It looks nearly painful, how fiercely aroused Jungkook is. "Shh, baby, I know," he quietly comforts the boy, knowing his voice alone should do the trick of settling something inside the other. Yoongi's still here, and he's not going anywhere. He's certainly not going to leave Jungkook alone after just one round--if they're going to do this right, then they're in it for the long haul.

Yoongi's hand starts moving again before he's even done speaking. It never pulled away from Jungkook, hovering somewhere at a dry spot on his waist, but with that he's back to stroking the aching, hard length curving toward Jungkook's navel. His cock feels even hotter in his fingers the second time around, twitching at the familiar attention. It's so wet that Yoongi has to grip him even firmer just so he won't slide off, making a tight fist and jerking him with slow, shallow movements. Every flick of his wrist wrenches a cry from the boy splayed out below him, thighs spread so far apart that Yoongi has a front row seat to just how much slick is leaking out of him, dampening the sheets. Yoongi's never seen it up close before, and without trying to he ends up getting Jungkook off even quicker than the first time, the fingers of his other hand trailing just underneath his ass, rubbing into the thick liquid. Jungkook is much too sensitive for the double treatment, and before Yoongi knows it they're right back where they started mere minutes ago--only this time his own breathing comes out short, labored. His dark, hooded eyes are still arrested by the sight of Jungkook, but they draw closer now, Yoongi shifting so that he can settle between the bunny's open legs and everything buried in between. Resting on his stomach, Yoongi takes the still-hard cock in his palm, staring, and pushes it flat against Jungkook's stomach. It feels like he's on a strange autopilot when he laps at the other's balls, cleaning up the precum steadily dripping down his body, before dragging the flat of his tongue up the underside of Jungkook's dick. As if he's acting on instinct as well, Jungkook's need taking up a home inside of his own body, mingling with something he still doesn't quite want to put a name to yet. All he wants is for Jungkook to keep feeling pleasure.

it's not as if jungkook doesn't trust yoongi to take care of him. it's not as if he thinks that yoongi doesn't know what he's doing, not as if he thinks that the older man won't know what it is that he needs. even though, logically, there isn't much reason for jungkook to think that yoongi would know, considering that he's never been here with him before, never been helping him like this. but even if he were coherent enough to think through all of that, it still wouldn't be the reason behind his mindless whining, the words that are tumbling off of his loose tongue. in reality, it's all just a product of how desperate he is, the way that he just can't help himself, how easy it is to just keep sinking into as much of everything that's good as he can, over and over again. he just wants this. he needs this, needs yoongi to keep touching him now that he knows what it feels like, doesn't want it to ever stop. those are the only real thoughts going through his hazy, delirious mind.

of course yoongi knows how to soothe him. even his voice is enough to at least placate jungkook for the few seconds it takes the touches to come back, the touches that never really left, to reassure jungkook that he isn't going anywhere. maybe later jungkook will think on it more, but for right now, every single drag of yoongi's fingers against any part of him is pulling him apart, pulling him farther and farther away from any semblance of rational thought and it's so good, so easily to just let it happen. jungkook doesn't know how to do anything else. he doesn't know how to feel self conscious or ashamed about this. he doesn't know how to worry about what he looks like or what he sounds like, doesn't know how to try and hold back any part of it for any reason at all. all he knows is how to feel, how to give himself over to it just as completely as he does anything else, and every single thing that yoongi gives him only reassures him, coaxes him into continuing to do just that.

it seems impossible, but it feels even better now than it did before, every drag of yoongi's tight fist around his cock. jungkook can't help it, the sounds he keeps making, choked little cries with each and every stroke that let yoongi know exactly how much he's enjoying it, how good it is for him. the way that yoongi's fingers are gripping him even tighter has him shaking, muscles twitching every so often, but that's nothing compared to the way that it feels when his other hand starts wandering. the way that he's touching him, not quite where jungkook suddenly wants him to be but close enough, the way that jungkook can feel yoongi's fingers rubbing through the slick on his skin and it has his own fingers spreading and then gripping tightly at the sheets like they'll give him something to hold onto, something to ground him even though it's useless, doesn't do anything in the face of the pleasure that's already too much before he can even try and fight it. the second orgasm hits just as full force as the last one, brings the same full body trembles, the same loud cries of pleasure, his cock still twitching and pulsing just as hard with the pleasure, making every bit as much of a mess as he did before. jungkook doesn't have to say anything this time. he doesn't have to whine, to mindlessly plead yoongi to give him more, not to leave. because yoongi doesn't pull back even for a second, yoongi is settling in between his thighs without a pause or hesitation, staring, breathing harder and even just that is enough to make him shiver. he's still looking for more, for so much more despite having cum twice already but yoongi doesn't seem shy about giving it to him if the way he's still diving in headfirst is anything to go by. jungkook can't help the little twitches of his hips, the way that his body is still so eager to search for that much more regardless, the way he whines and cries out all over again at the drag of yoongi's tongue against his sensitive cock, how it gets his toes curling, fingers pulling that much harder at the sheets, has him choking out yoongi's name because as quickly, as easily as he's sinking into the haze of completely mindless pleasure, he's still thinking about yoongi. he's still more than aware of yoongi's presence, yoongi giving it all to him, yoongi being exactly the reason why it feels so, so good, the only other thing filling him up just as much as the pleasure and desire in the first place.

It's almost funny, how quickly the night has completely turned on its axis. Now it seems like it was hours ago when they both suddenly awoke, when Yoongi assumed they could simply go back to bed after he soothed a mild scare. Feels like a different night altogether. Deep down Yoongi knows he's not going to get any more decent sleep--then again, he likely wouldn't have gotten it regardless if he stayed with Jungkook or not--but the truth is that he isn't really thinking about that. Jungkook is enough to keep him totally occupied, every single reaction drawing him in deeper to this part of the boy he does and doesn't understand, that he can't seem to pull away from, that has a longing churning within him to get to know this side of Jungkook that much better. And perhaps to get even closer with the bunny. This is the first time Yoongi isn't going to leave him to deal with this on his own, and as far as he's concerned there's a lot of time to make up.

Because Yoongi would have done these exact same things then, if he hadn't been such an idiot. He would have peppered Jungkook's slick inner thighs with kisses just like this. He would have relished in the sharp cries and whimpers pushing past the younger boy's lips, would have encouraged his noises with more long, languorous swipes of his tongue on his cock, catching the ever steady drip of precum. There's no real need to go slow with Jungkook when he's getting more and more worked up by the second, all tense, quivering muscles underneath him, but this is still brand new. And judging by the sheer pleasure radiating off of his body already, it's the kind of brand new that Jungkook wants more of, needs more of. He nearly sounds like he's choking when he manages to say Yoongi's name, nothing more than a heated burst of electricity that travels straight to Yoongi's own cock, slowly stirring to life and promptly ignored all at once. His own arousal isn't the focus here, won't ever be the focus when his boy is still going through so much distress, completely at his mercy.

So Yoongi doesn't give him a reason to feel any more impatient. He doesn't hesitate before wrapping around Jungkook, taking the hot, leaking cock in his mouth as smoothly as he curled his hand around him minutes before. The last blowjob he gave was months ago, during the disastrous dates-that-must-not-be-named, and before that it had been an even longer dry spell, but he definitely knows what he's doing. In fact, he's always been pretty damn good at it. Which is why he's able to hold onto his composure as he sucks Jungkook deeper inside, the heavy heat of him on his tongue like nothing else he's ever had before, the taste so overwhelming, so good that it leaves Yoongi's head spinning. Lapping at his cock was one thing--having him completely buried in his throat is quite another, a rush that has Yoongi's hands gripping at the boy for a second time. Fingers anchor themselves to Jungkook's tiny little waist, melting into the relentless heat of his skin. His high cheeks are hollowed, pink lips stretched and dark eyes drinking in everything about the writhing boy he's pleasuring--wanting to see just how quick it'll be this time. Just how soon Jungkook will fall apart when he's already throbbing relentlessly inside of Yoongi.

jungkook is never shy about feeling good. he's never shy about much of anything at all, at least not when it comes to yoongi, and definitely not when they're alone. and right now, despite the haze that his mind is trapped in, despite the mounting heat and desperation and the way that it all only seems to grow more and more intense with every second, it really isn't any different. the only difference is just how much this kind of good makes him feel, how intense it is, how every single sensation leaves him trembling, muscles twitching involuntarily underneath all of yoongi's ministrations, goosebumps prickling over his skin in response to what it feels like when yoongi's lips press kisses along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, how it makes him squirm, gets the whines backing up in his throat as if yoongi isn't already giving him so much, because jungkook can't help it.

he can't help but be greedy when he's getting all of this, when yoongi is making him feel this good, so good, so much better than he's ever felt during one of his heats or at all, really, as far as jungkook is concerned. it's impossible to think about anything else, impossible to even try to think much at all when yoongi just continues to give it to him, when the drags of his hot, wet tongue against jungkook's aching cock, still so new, send lightening rushing through his veins and heat blossoming under his skin constantly, pulling a consistent string of pleasure sounds from him that he can't even try to muffle or hold back.

that's all before yoongi's mouth is around him properly, before he's sinking down around jungkook's cock and the sensation is indescribable, like nothing else that the bunny has ever felt before in his entire life. it leaves his breath hitching and choking on another cry of sheer pleasure, louder now than the ones before, leaves his fingers tightening even further in their sheets, pulling harder, leaves his hips continuing to squirm and twitch, to try and somehow get even more, even under the tight grip that yoongi has against his waist. it's obvious, so much more than obvious just how good jungkook is feeling right now, how good yoongi is making him feel, from the relentless cries spilling from his throat to the way that his cock throbs and twitches eagerly even inside yoongi's mouth, like every single inch of him is still asking for more, somehow. it doesn't take long, barely a matter of a few minutes before jungkook is arching sharply, before he's cumming hot and heavy without much of a proper warning, just giving himself over to how good it feels and nothing else. it's just as good, he cums just as fiercely, just as much, toes curling and the mess he's making only growing more and more. the sheets are well on their way to more than just damp but jungkook doesn't care, he can't care, can't be bothered to think about anything that isn't the intense pleasure and then, during the breaks in between, the need, the desperation, the way that it keeps mounting inside of him even like this, the way that he simply just wants, needs more. his body is aching for it. jungkook knows what it needs, even as mindless as he is now, as much of himself as he's given over to this completely. maybe that has a lot to do with the way that he's detangling his fingers from the sheets, getting one shaky, clumsy hand free just so that he can slide it between his thighs instead. just so that he can drag his fingers through the mess he's made already, so that he can press and rub them against his own entrance, so that he can slide his middle finger inside of himself with absolutely no resistance. it doesn't matter that yoongi is here, jungkook doesn't care about that, doesn't care if he's watching him or not. all jungkook cares about is the heat, the aching, relentless heat that just won't quit, the way that it prompts him into another shaky, broken sort of whine of yoongi's name.

It's almost as though Jungkook doesn't know what to do with himself. It's obvious that Yoongi sucking him off is lighting a fire underneath his skin that his brain is scrambling to understand, this blinding new sensation that has no comparison to any of his toys, to his own touch. It's something entirely tied to Yoongi, and perhaps there's a selfish part of the older man that enjoys that. There's something greaty satisfying about being the first one to give Jungkook this experience, to have the boy get this much pleasure from what he's doing. He doesn't go so far as to think Jungkook's associating the pleasure directly with him, though. As far as Yoongi is concerned, Jungkook's in way too deep to be thinking clearly about him. Which is just as well, because Jungkook's fully in his heat space right now, growing more and more desperate and uninhibited by the minute, a crying, twitching mess underneath his ministrations. And yeah--he falls apart pretty quickly.

Yoongi swallows nearly everything Jungkook gives him, cum trickling hot down the back of his throat, so much of it that for a few long moments it's all Yoongi can taste. All he can focus on as he continues bobbing on the younger boy's still ridiculously hard cock, a lazy push and pull to help him ride out his orgasm for as long as possible. Realistically Yoongi knows it won't last, won't keep him totally sated, but the constant stimulation is a good thing. He tastes...he tastes like nothing and no one else Yoongi's ever had before. It's as sweet, as thick as the heavy scent of Jungkook's heat, which is inescapable given how close they are. It might as well be flooding all of Yoongi's senses, seeping into his own clothes, his own skin. As a human Jungkook's scent shouldn't really do anything to him, shouldn't awaken some carnal, equally desperate need inside of him, but god, does Yoongi love it.

He has half a mind to simply continue blowing the younger boy, but something distracts him out of the corner of his eye, a flash of movement that has Yoongi pulling off of Jungkook. His dark gaze follow the way Jungkook's shaky hand trails down between his legs, the boy moving with a sort of uncoordinated eagerness as he rubs against his entrance like he's scratching an itch. Yoongi's eyes widen at the way he slips inside not a moment later, middle finger slowly disappearing from view. Yoongi's well aware of the fact that he needs to be filled, that the deepest need in his heat always comes down to being fucked--fucked by anything--but again, seeing it up close and personal is...the raw whine of his name instantly snaps him out of his thoughts. Yoongi's hands give a firm, comforting squeeze to Jungkook's waist before they slip down, moving to push Jungkook's thighs that much further apart. "Let me see you, baby," he breathes, holding the boy's legs slightly back and up against his chest, leaving his ass on full display for him. The sheer amount of slick on him, soaking into the sheets, might have been concerning had Yoongi not known any better. But Jungkook's perfectly normal, perfectly healthy. Presenting so nice, so trusting. "Let me help." With that Yoongi slides two fingers inside right along Jungkook's, slowly, with such mind-boggling ease that Yoongi's cock gives another pitiful twinge. He's breathless, watching Jungkook's wet little hole stretch beautifully around his fingers, accepting him until there's nothing more left to take.

jungkook almost isn't sure how he's going to be able to handle much more of this, isn't sure how he's even been handling it up to this point, but his mind is far too gone to actually focus on any of those kinds of thoughts. he's way too far gone to focus on anything that isn't the pleasure, that isn't the desperation, the ache that's been there this whole time, that's always there whenever he goes into heat but that only seems to grow more and more with every single thing that yoongi gives him. because his body can't get enough of it, because it wants so much more, because he's greedy, so greedy whenever it comes to yoongi, and he has absolutely no sense of shame about it. not right now, not whenever he's so deep in this other part of himself that there's really no going back.

even given the ache, the frustration, everything that's mounting and meshing together jungkook still doesn't seem to be entirely sure about what he wants. he can't decide what's better, his own touch or the delirious heat of yoongi's mouth wrapped around him. it means that when yoongi pulls off of his cock jungkook can't help it, can't do much of anything about the way that he whines slightly, hips lifting up from the bed, placating himself with the way that he never seems to stop moving, following his instincts, the way that his body knows what it wants and he knows what to do. he's had more than enough practice in taking care of himself through his heat, doing something that can at least scratch the surface of the itch, take some of the edge off, that might help him to feel like he isn't completely losing his mind, isn't going absolutely and totally crazy.

it doesn't matter that yoongi is there, right there, so close to absolutely everything that jungkook is doing. it doesn't embarrass him, he doesn't feel much of anything beyond the desperation and the arousal, the need that's simply just building more and more, that encourages him to never still, even when yoongi is shifting their positions, even when he's moving, guiding jungkook's thighs farther apart and up to get a better angle. jungkook is completely pliant to it, moves however yoongi wants him to, too focused on what he himself is doing to even think about it too much, hard to when he's already starting to gently fuck himself open with his finger, getting a slow start. that's just as well, because jungkook is barely even registering the words that yoongi is saying to him before the older man is back to helping him all over again, sliding two fingers inside right along with his own and it's so unexpected, so good, feeling someone else, something else, something that he doesn't have control over doing this to him. so different, so completely brand new and it's the submissive part of him that wins out regardless of everything else, that coaxes him into pulling his own touch back, sliding his finger back out in order to grant yoongi the space to do it instead, because jungkook isn't finished being greedy yet and because it simply feels so good. good enough that the sensation alone is enough to get his eyes starting to roll back slightly, another choked groan catching in his throat, body lighting itself on fire from the inside out all over again, every inch of him starting to quiver with sheer excitement, with all of the good things that yoongi just keeps on giving him over and over again.

Yoongi doesn't expect him to pull back so quickly--or really at all--but the surprise disappears once he notices just how Jungkook's body is reacting to his touch this time. There's little twitching movements everywhere, from his toes dangling in the air all the way to his ears, fluttering about like they're trying to catch an elusive new melody, greedily wanting more. It's Jungkook's signature as an excited little bunny, with or without heat, and if Yoongi weren't currently two knuckles deep inside of him he'd probably spend some time cooing over how adorable he looks. Because he does. Yoongi can't not smile at the way his fluffy white ears swivel in every direction, the older man undecided on whether he's too smitten or too aroused or too much of both. But he can't help it--just like Jungkook can't help but crave for more contact where he needs it most. He loosens himself even further to Yoongi's touch, letting himself be molded into a position that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Slowly, Yoongi pulls out until the pads of his fingers are just rubbing at the inside of the boy's entrance, all maddening little circles until he sinks back inside. A third finger goes with him. Yoongi still can't believe just how pliant he is, how Jungkook's ass just takes him in as though it's the easiest thing in the world. There's no ache, no burn except for the sheer, staggering heat of his body. If Yoongi thought he was feverish on the outside, it's laughable compared to how his insides feel, growing somehow even hotter and slicker the more Yoongi fucks into him. It's as gentle as what the bunny was doing before, but Yoongi's also curious, also struggling to maintain normal breathing, also wanting to give Jungkook everything he's silently asking for. The ears alone spur him on, making Yoongi twist those slender fingers inside of Jungkook, buried deep and reaching even deeper. Searching for what he knows is there.

"Hold your legs for me, baby," Yoongi instructs without thinking twice about it, voice calm, but not unaffected. It's an effort to even get out the husky words when Jungkook keeps groaning, when Yoongi would much rather listen to that sound instead than literally anything else in the world. It's not quite a command, yet he knows Jungkook will comply without question, will take his arms under his knees and obediently keep his legs up and out of the way if that's what Yoongi says. Just enough authority to cut through the haze. And it gives Yoongi just enough space to trail his other hand down the back of Jungkook's thigh, stroking the skin appreciatively as he fucks into the boy at a new angle, twisting his fingers once again. After a few quick thrusts he curls his forefinger back, finally grazing against the source of the bunny's heat, as Seokjin always nicely, objectively put it, unaware that Yoongi didn't need an anatomy lesson on the male body.

as he's gotten older, jungkook has undoubtedly gotten a better grip on himself as a whole, has learned over the years how to control himself, more or less. it's not like he was younger anymore, when he had no real sense of it, when his ears especially would betray every single thing about what he was thinking, feeling, at any particular moment in time, even if jungkook himself didn't quite realize that he was feeling it yet. it's taken time and practice to learn how to get that control over them, to moving them how he wants to, when he wants to. but there are still times even now when he can't always hold onto that. like every single time that yoongi kisses him, something that's still so brand new, that gets butterflies lining his stomach and his ears twitching with happy excitement each and every time. even that seems like nothing compared to this, the way that it's almost as if jungkook's body simply doesn't know what to do with it, with all of the new sensations, with just how it feels to be fucked open by someone else, to know that yoongi is the one who's doing it. it only serves to make that fire under his skin burn even hotter, jungkook's skin already growing damp and slick with sweat the longer this goes on, choked, desperate whines and cries leaving his throat with the way that yoongi teases him, fingers sliding just barely inside, nowhere near enough, before he starts giving it to him again and the push and pull has jungkook feeling that much crazier, that much more out of control.

at the root of everything, this is exactly what jungkook wants, exactly what his nature, his instinct is screaming for. he wants to submit to yoongi, only to yoongi, wants to give himself up entirely, to give him everything. it's why even in the haze that he's entered, even with the way that every twist and thrust of yoongi's fingers only seems to drag him down more and more, the words still cut through to him, sharp and clear as day. jungkook's movements aren't smooth, his fingers are shaky and he fumbles slightly in his eagerness but he responds to yoongi's request immediately, managing to eventually hook his forearms underneath his knees, fingers gripping at his own thighs in order to keep himself just like that, just how yoongi wants him. he'd do anything that yoongi told him, anything that he asked, because he just trusts him completely, knows that it's all for the sake of yoongi taking care of him, making him feel good, doing everything that he's promised and then some.

jungkook isn't expecting the way that yoongi's fingers move so expertly inside of him. he definitely isn't expecting the way that he starts searching, reaching that much deeper, curling his finger in at the perfect angle to brush up against something that jolts through jungkook so hard that his body practically jumps, choking on a loud sound that's somewhere between surprise and pleasure. it's nearly enough to make him cum just like that, on the spot, just from yoongi barely touching him in a way that's definitely new, definitely something that jungkook was never quite able to get to on his own, that he could only stimulate indirectly, just far enough away to be frustrating while still managing to take at least some of the pressure off. it was never anything like this, never anything even close to what yoongi is giving to him and jungkook feels a little bit like he's struggling to breathe, ears still twitching, body still quivering with excitement. he's torn between trying to roll and jerk his hips into it to get more of those sensations and making sure to keep his grip nice and tight on his legs, already starting to falter, hard to keep up everything all at once.

Jungkook doesn't even hesitate before complying, clumsy limbs eagerly moving to get into the exact position Yoongi wanted him in. He doesn't ask why, doesn't say anything at all, doesn't appear put off in the slightest. If anything there's a different kind of relief washing over his body once he's finished listening to Yoongi, arms snug around the back of his knees, ass raised just enough for the thrust of his fingers to hit home each time. Like he's basking in the submission of the moment--and not just physically. There's been hints of it from when he was just a baby bun, small and vulnerable and dependent on Yoongi for every single one of his basic needs. Hybrids were meant to largely be subservient to their companions and families, but it still existed on a broad spectrum. For Jungkook, it came as naturally, as instinctively as breathing. His obedience to Yoongi never faltered, not once, even during the mild tantrums, the small flares of jealousy over the past few years. It didn't matter what the situation was. He simply needed Yoongi's approval. Craved his attention. Loved every bit of affection he was given. Of course, Yoongi knows now just how deep this bond runs, how Jungkook imprinted on him all that time ago, but it still sometimes gives him pause in moments like...well, these. Moments where the younger boy looks completely in his element being submissive to him.

The sudden jolt of his body, however, doesn't come as any shock. Yoongi's aware of the fact that Jungkook's toys likely can't reach this spot inside him with the same precision and tenderness as another person can. And it'd be hard for the poor bunny to try and get it on his own when he's mindless and sloppy from his own heat haze. It's another first for him, satisfaction clenching hard in Yoongi's stomach when he hears the raw cry ripping from Jungkook's lips, this sharp, stunned pleasure he's able to provoke from such simple contact. It's as though an electric current has just raced through the boy, leaving him a live wire, desperate for something he can't even fully comprehend. The quivers only increase, Jungkook's entire body thrumming from the sheer need rippling under his skin, and Yoongi breathes out a low groan when his bunny instinctively tightens around his fingers, gripping him for dear life.

"Jesus, baby." The pads of his fingers gently caress the area, not wanting to overwhelm his baby boy too much too soon with the new stimulation. Yoongi knows from experience how fucking good it is to be touched here, but as a hybrid, as someone who experiences heat, he can't even imagine the pleasure it gives Jungkook. Yoongi licks his lips, watching the steady thrust of his fingers inside the younger, fucking him a little faster than before, making sure to hit his spot every few seconds. The staggered sounds of Jungkook breathing--or trying to do so--has him moving that much closer, a palm coming up to help hold the back of Jungkook's trembling thigh. Maybe it's also to help brace himself, to have something to clutch onto as well, because something about the way Jungkook's behaving right now is making his life ten times harder than it was even just ten minutes ago. Yoongi's tongue swipes out again, only this time it catches on Jungkook's stretched hole, lapping just at the edge as he continues fucking into him. His slick tastes sharp, sinfully sweet, consuming his senses all over again as though he's starved for it, and it's all Yoongi can do not to simply shove his entire face into the beautiful mess Jungkook's made on himself.

jungkook never would have imagined that anything could ever make him feel this good. not ever, not in his wildest dreams, not even in the midst of the heats he had to manage on his own, when the haze made him delirious, when much more often than not he found himself thinking of yoongi, wanting for the older man to be right there with him so much sometimes that it was like a physical ache. even then, he couldn't have predicted how good it would be once he actually got it. he couldn't have known what kind of sensations yoongi would pull out of him, how effortless it would be, how easily he could lose himself in a kind of heat unlike anything he's ever had before. but here they are. here they are and here he is, legs still spread the best that he can manage even with the way they're trembling right along with the rest of him. here yoongi is, settled right there between them and fucking jungkook with his fingers, continuing to touch and press and rub against whatever it is inside of him that's making him lose his mind. even the first gentle caresses are enough to get jungkook's eyes rolling back all over again, to have choked whines backing up in his throat every time yoongi pauses, lets up, gives him a break so that he doesn't get completely overwhelmed.

he just can't help himself. he couldn't help himself from the start, really, from the second that yoongi confirmed he would stay here with him, just like this. but somehow it's only getting that much worse the longer it goes on, the more yoongi gives him, the more pleasure he continues to pull from his body relentlessly. jungkook's fingers start to slip against the hold he has on his thighs, and all he can do is tighten his grip, holding on so tight that his nails are starting to dig in, that it's likely he could leave bruises on himself if he keeps it up but yoongi told him to, yoongi wants him to, and that's important, just as important as every single electric jolt of pleasure that continues to shoot through him.

jungkook can't keep himself still, even if he had tried, even if he wanted to. the involuntary trembling from the tips of his ears all the way down to his toes isn't showing any signs of letting up, paired with the way he shifts and writhes underneath yoongi's ministrations, like he doesn't know if he wants to press into him more or try to get away from the intensity of the pleasure that yoongi's fingers bring. all the while he's letting out more of those shameless sounds, whines and cries of pleasure that are probably bordering on way too fucking loud but jungkook doesn't care, doesn't have any semblance of it, doesn't have any reason to even try to care when it feels so good. and it doesn't take long at all, a few more well aimed thrusts and drags of yoongi's expert fingers against that spot inside of him before jungkook is cumming again, untouched, cock twitching pitifully against his stomach with the force of it, adding more to the mess he's already made over his skin.

By now Yoongi knows what Jungkook's tells are, can pinpoint when exactly it starts becoming too much pleasure for his body to handle. The cries get a little louder, the breathing comes harder, his entire body trembling so bad Yoongi might have thought something was wrong if he didn't know any better, if the jitters didn't directly come from the way he keeps fucking into the younger boy. It's enough, more than enough for Jungkook, who comes untouched moments later. It hasn't even been enough time for Yoongi to establish a proper rhythm, to get his fill of the boy on his tongue, tasting just as good as he smells, sounds, looks--but with the heat consuming Jungkook from the inside out he may as well have endured hours of the sweet torture. The strain of his legs alone makes Yoongi take pity on him, gently pulling Jungkook's fingers away so that he can start to relax. His grip was so tight they leave behind painful looking nail marks, which Yoongi soothes with kisses, his other hand giving the boy a few more languid thrusts. He doesn't stop until Jungkook's cock stills--once he knows there's nothing left for the other to give.

It's around that point in time that Yoongi realizes just how much of a mess it is on their bed--and on Jungkook, the boy looking totally ravaged after the intensity of his last orgasm, like am entire storm just ripped through the room. The entire space practically reeks of sex, and Yoongi has half a mind to simply rip the soiled sheets off right then and there, but that would require moving Jungkook--and Jungkook doesn't look like he quite has the capability to move anything at the moment. So Yoongi settles on whipping off his own shirt and using that as a makeshift rag, cleaning the younger boy off as best as he can, smoothing over his stomach and between his thighs. Not that it bothers Yoongi per se, but he wants Jungkook to be as comfortable as possible, not all sticky and hot and everything else he was whining about earlier in the night. Taking care of his boy simply comes second nature, and now more than perhaps ever before he wants Jungkook to understand that he's here for him. He's still staying. And he's not leaving Jungkook to face this alone anymore.

After tossing his sleep shirt aside and deciding he'll just deal with it later, Yoongi moves further up the length of Jungkook's body, leaning over him but not quite touching. He's a little nervous what would happen if he did, if the contact would be too much for his current over-sensitivity, if he needs some time and space to get back to himself. Four orgasms in ten minutes is pretty damn impressive as far as Yoongi is concerned (and maybe there's a bit of self satisfaction buried somewhere in there as well), but it also gives him pause. He knows what Jungkook needs still hasn't been satisfied yet, the thought making his own hard on strain against the thin fabric of his boxers, practically nudging against the boy's hips. But he doesn't know how much of that--how much of real life sex--Jungkook truly understands. Looking down at the disheveled, flushed, yet somehow still ridiculously attractive boy below him, Yoongi decides to give in to his own human instincts for just a little bit, leaning in for a couple lingering kisses that make his heart swell up. "You're doing so good, Kook. So proud of you."

jungkook's high washes over him in the same way the others have up until this point, the waves of pleasure crashing over him hard until they finally start to subside, until the full-body trembles ease up into something a little bit less obvious, less intense. jungkook still isn't satisfied, his heat hasn't broken, but at least there's a slight grace period that makes itself known here and there between orgasms, that keeps the gnawing need at bay long enough to let jungkook catch his breath, anyway. even that much is new, an eye in the storm that he's never really experienced before, that's definitely never happened whenever he simply tried to take care of all of this on his own. before, the pauses would only come when his body was simply too exhausted to keep it up anymore, when it would give up and give in to a few hours of sleep, always followed by waking up just as hot and needy as before, the same vicious cycle that kept itself up for the few days that it took to finally pass.

right now, jungkook can simply take a moment to breathe properly again. it's still coming too hard, too fast, but at least the bunny can relax. without having to keep up the strain of holding himself open just like yoongi told him to before jungkook can more or less sprawl out against the bed, against the sheets that are practically a mess now, just another detail that's so, so far away from his thoughts right now. in fact, anything that isn't yoongi might as well not even exist in the first place, because that's the only thing that jungkook can think of, the only thing that he wants to think of as the older man starts to move again, as he takes off his own shirt in order to use it to clean him off. even that contact is enough to make jungkook shiver slightly, but it isn't too much, just like the way that yoongi comes that much closer isn't too much, the way that he moves up jungkook's body until they can see each other properly again, once jungkook's eyes open from where they had fluttered closed for a few moments.

when his gaze settles on yoongi once again, it's still every bit as dark, hazy as it was at the start of all of this. the heat still has its strong hold on him, even if its loosened up for a brief moment, given a short reprieve from that desperation that will be back again soon enough. beyond that there's the same love, the same trust, the same complete adoration that always lingers there whenever jungkook looks at yoongi, the kinds of things that he can't help, that he always feels, that are strong enough to overwhelm him if he isn't careful. those feelings themselves are good, but it's even better when yoongi leans down to kiss him, to praise him, all of it bringing those happy little twitches of his ears, the ones that never fail to accompany even the slightest press of their lips together. "yoongi.." jungkook doesn't know what to say, he couldn't find the words to put to any of the things that he's feeling right now even if he tried. so instead the older man's name falls from his lips, followed by the way that jungkook leans up to capture yoongi's lips in another kiss as soon as he pulls away, jungkook's hands coming up to slide around the back of yoongi's neck, attempting to keep him right where he is, to try and get more of this.

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."

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."

In all honesty, Yoongi isn't quite used to it feeling like this either. It was such a slow process, even getting to the point where they could kiss at all, but Yoongi made it a point never to get too intense with the bunny. Even the slow, deep kisses he coaxed from the boy, all lazy drags of his tongue as though they had all the time in the world, didn't hold this kind of burn. Jungkook inspires so many things in him, love and protection and awe and ridiculous happiness, but all he can taste right now is desire--and it's growing with each passing second. The whines spilling from Jungkook's throat are too raw to be cute, and the way he grips tight into his hair is too insistent to be like one of their innocent afternoon make out sessions on the couch. And then there's that needy touch, trailing down the length of his back. For a moment it leaves Yoongi breathless, because he's never felt Jungkook there, never felt the boy's fingers graze over so much of his bare skin, much less pull him down for more.

Yoongi's dazed enough to comply without thinking through the action, letting Jungkook tug him down until their chests brush together, hips bumping, and--right, feeling the boy's cock slide against his own through the boxers he somehow still has on is exactly what he wanted to avoid. He's barely able to contain the groan rising from the back of his throat, pressing harder against Jungkook's neck to muffle the sound. He doesn't even notice that Jungkook's stretching himself out more, offering himself up to Yoongi in such a submissive display until it's already done. Once again Yoongi feels powerless against the lure of Jungkook's body, continuing to kiss and lick and suck all over his pretty self so he can keep making his bunny feel good, shivering and panting below him. Just wants to make him feel so, so good. He means every word that he said. There's nothing Yoongi wouldn't do for him, not tonight, not ever. Jungkook may be at his most vulnerable state right now, but he's also completely in control of Yoongi's actions. All he has to do is say the word.

Jungkook's body speaks volumes for him, the way it writhes on the bed beneath Yoongi, toned legs wrapping around his waist so that he can cling that much closer, forcing Yoongi's hips to drop in way that hits a bit too close to home. That feels a bit too good after what feels like hours without any kind of friction on his aching cock. He shudders, forcing back the urge to just straight up grind into the younger boy even though he's positive that would be more than welcome. Because it's obvious what Jungkook's body needs, even if he's not exactly able to articulate it. Not as though it's his own shortcoming--he just doesn't have the language for it yet. Doesn't have the experience. Which is why Yoongi helps meet him where he's at, eventually dragging a hand from the tip of his ears all the way down between his legs, gently rubbing against the slick little hole he had just fucked open. Where Jungkook needs to be truly satisfied. "Closer here?" he murmurs, breaking down an entire conversation's worth of meaning into two simple words. His voice is calm, even if his heart is starting to pound even harder than when he had first realized what his night was going to turn into.

Edited 2017-08-09 03:15 (UTC)

[yoongi/jungkook] ; little star

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