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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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)

it's true that it differs for every species, every hybrid, every individual. it isn't as if acting on instinct is anything new, anything terribly different for jungkook. it's always been a larger part of him than it may be for some others, so many of his mannerisms dictated by what he is, from things like the way he still twitches his nose curiously at new scents and experiences all the way to the excited little stamps of his feet that come with a particularly strong burst of happiness or excitement. jungkook simply can't help himself, it just happens. it's just natural. and right here, right now, this is no different.

jungkook doesn't have to think about submitting to yoongi. it happens so easily, effortlessly, jungkook's body simply giving underneath every kiss, nip, touch that yoongi gives him. jungkook doesn't have to think about opening himself up that much more to the older man, exposing more skin, giving him more room, silently begging him for more of the treatment, for yoongi to mark him up, stake his claim, make sure it's clear to anyone who sees that this is marked territory, that jungkook is his, just the way it should be. every passing second just has more and more of that heat rising quickly, dangerously inside of him, starting to build once again. the desire, the overwhelming need is something that jungkook just can't shake off, and coupled with yoongi, with how much jungkook feels for him, how much he wants him, so deeply, on a level that he can't even fully comprehend - it only drives it in that much harder, faster, a little bit more than what jungkook is accustomed to facing on his own.

it's as if jungkook's body is simply feeding off of it, off of the energy, off of the attention, off of yoongi himself. and it isn't hard to, not when yoongi is so close, when he never stops giving jungkook what he wants, when jungkook can feel the shudder that rolls through the older man and even just that is enough to prompt another one of his own. it just feels good. everything about yoongi being close to him like this feels good, and yet it's quickly becoming more and more apparent to jungkook that it just isn't good enough. he needs more, his body wants more, the familiar, uncomfortable ache starting to make itself known more and more once again. he's still as hard as he was when this all began, and the slide of fingers against where jungkook needs yoongi the most is enough to have him whining softly, trying to tilt and rock his hips up against yoongi's fingers, nodding eagerly. it's difficult to find the words, but it seems like yoongi understands him, just like he always does. but even still, jungkook can't help it, can't stop the way that he's responding with a shaky "here, yoongi. please."

Just like that Yoongi feels Jungkook's respite from the heat tumble apart. It happens in a matter of seconds, as though the moment he touches the younger boy every nerve ending inside of him shoots off the need for more more more, leaving him whining and trying to grind himself down into the palm of his hand. If anything he seems even more desperate than before, his body literally moving on its own accord to get Yoongi inside of him. Any part inside of him. Yoongi swallows thickly, handling the boys hips with steady, firm hands as he sets him flat against the mattress once again. He may not be the strongest, but he doesn't have to be, not when Jungkook goes limp at even the slightest hint of dominance. He's so submissive that he doesn't say a peep, doesn't argue at all when Yoongi detangles those legs from around him, shifting himself off of the bunny just so he can finally rid himself of the only piece of clothing still separating them. Yoongi relishes the release as much as he does the vision of Jungkook's splayed body, all lithe and open in front of him, and he dives back in without hesitation.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows he's going to have to devote more time to this--eating Jungkook out, finger fucking him sweet and slow, littering his thighs with all the kisses and marks and love they deserve--because even a minute of it must feel like torture to the younger boy. He doesn't need any real preparation, Yoongi knows this, but he still doesn't stop until he's satisfied, until he can draw back up the boy's body and feel the need practically thrumming through every single muscle. That's when Yoongi takes him by the hand. That's when he draws Jungkook down between their bodies, guiding him to his own achingly hard cock. It's nothing more than a light touch, but it's enough. Jungkook has always best adapted to new things around him by touching, smelling, tasting, grounding himself in the sensation, familiarizing himself with it, and Yoongi supposes it's no different now. There's so many things he wonders about--does Jungkook even know this is what some of his toys are symbolizing? does he have any real concept of this outside of his heat? when things go back to normal?--but he can't focus on those thoughts, can't focus on anything outside of the bunny who still just needs his help. Who trusts him to do the right thing. The last thing he wants Jungkook feeling is anything less than completely cared for.

"This is going to feel different than my fingers, Kook," he says, feeling like he needs to mentally prepare the younger boy in some way for what's about to happen. Talking through sex in bun speak was never a skill he necessarily thought he had to rely on, ever, but here Yoongi is, winding Jungkook's strong thighs back around his body, settling closer, angling the boy's hips. It doesn't take much encouragement for Jungkook to fall exactly into place, right hand still lightly holding onto his cock as Yoongi's fingers squeeze gently around his wrist, pushing them both closer to the boy's entrance. "A good different. But if it doesn't feel good, you need to tell me." The words doesn't leave any room for argument, Yoongi staring down at Jungkook with something tender and fiery all at once, expression softening ever so slightly. He doesn't tell Jungkook to pull away. He just gives an encouraging little nod, a murmured go ahead, baby, wanting Jungkook to be the one to guide him inside first, filling himself up with the older man--any way he needs it to happen.

for all intents and purposes, jungkook doesn't actually know what's going to happen. he doesn't know the details, doesn't know what it actually is that he wants from yoongi, doesn't understand how it all works, how it's going to play out. he doesn't know anything right now aside from that he wants it, wants this, wants yoongi close to him in any and every single way that he can make it happen. he needs it, only more and more obvious with the heat still present underneath his skin, the way it's rising more and more to the surface, making itself known just as strongly as it was before. it's the same insistent clawing that comes from being so close to yoongi, having yoongi touch him like this, the way that his body wants him, needs him so much closer, even if jungkook isn't entirely aware of just what that need means just yet.

right now, all the bunny can compare it to is how good it was just a matter of minutes ago, having yoongi's fingers inside him. the concept of anything else is far, far away from his mind, because the simple truth is that he hasn't had the knowledge or experience to know what else could happen, what could be coming next. he definitely doesn't want yoongi to move away from him, but he doesn't fight it whenever he does, whenever the older man is gently pressing him down to the bed, moving so that he can take off the rest of his own clothes instead. jungkook simply watches, stares as yoongi undresses himself, feels the rush of heat that comes with it and everything after, the way that he so effortlessly starts to fall apart all over again even under the smallest bit of attention yoongi decides to give him. it's just good. everything about yoongi is just good, right down to the way that he eventually is grabbing a gentle hold on jungkook's wrist and guiding his hand down to his own cock, silently urging him to explore.

jungkook is all but lost in his heat haze now, but it doesn't stop his ears from twitching in interest. it doesn't stop him from exploring, from touching, from lightly, gently running his fingers over the length of yoongi, marveling in how similar and yet different it feels from when he touches himself. it's an exploration that's easy to lose himself in until yoongi is speaking, until he's moving closer once again, jungkook pliant to the way that the older man guides his legs right back to where they were a few moments ago, shifting into whatever kind of position yoongi tries to put him in. jungkook might not fully understand, might not have all the words, the knowledge and the concept to put with this but when yoongi starts to push himself that much closer to exactly what all of this has been leading up to, when he's looking down at him like that, jungkook's instinct knows exactly what this is, exactly what it is that they're meant to do. he meets yoongi's gaze with one that's dark, all heady and glazed with lust and yet every bit as adoring, as trusting, as loving as it always is. his hips are already trying to tip up that much more, working on their own accord, even before yoongi is encouraging him, letting him know that it's okay to follow that instinct, to do what feels good, to shed the hesitation and go for what he needs. it's a little bit awkward, jungkook isn't entirely sure of the angle, more eager than anything else but it feels good even when he's rubbing and nudging the head of yoongi's cock against his own entrance, making him shiver slightly, trying to push his hips forward until he manages to get the angle right. until yoongi finally starts to slip inside him, jungkook's body offering absolutely no resistance. he's groaning, whining softly even when the first inch is barely inside, his fingers letting go of yoongi's cock in order to scramble up somewhere near his shoulder instead, holding on tight, trying to somehow pull yoongi closer while simultaneously still trying to move himself, as if he'll be able to push yoongi in deeper all on his own and whining a little more insistently when he can't. "yoongi... yoongi, more. yoongi closer."

It's been so long since Yoongi has done this--so long since he's even felt the touch of someone's hand on him, someone he really cared about, so long since that quick rush has left him breathless. And the thing is, it's been okay. There's been plenty to keep him occupied over the past few years, and notwithstanding the short-lived dating, Yoongi's been perfectly content to keep his social circle nice and cozy. He didn't need someone to keep him company at night when Jungkook always kept his side warm instead. Didn't need the companionship when Jungkook provided so much joy, so much comfort from the tiniest of actions. Didn't need the care when his baby bun loved him so much, smothered him with affections and floppy ears that made his heart swell tenfold. Simply put, he already had everything he needed to be happy. Yoongi never thought to want more. Not for a while, anyways.

But this--Jungkook exploring the length of him with such genuine wonder, drawing him closer, shivering with anticipation for something only his body really understands--this is so much more than what Yoongi ever bargained for. All he can do is hold the younger boy's gaze, losing himself in those beautiful dark eyes as Jungkook loses himself in the feeling of his body. That first little push is all it takes for Jungkook to scramble against him, clutching and whining and grinding those tiny hips with such obvious intent, so much need that Yoongi is no longer physically capable of hiding his groans. It comes out soft and strained in the short distance between them, and this time it's Jungkook's voice that encourages, that has Yoongi slowly burying himself inside of his bunny in a matter of seconds.

He bottoms out without any effort or force at all, everything else at a standstill as Yoongi simply feels the slick warmth surrounding him inch by inch. Yoongi doesn't know how to describe it, can hardly even form logical thought at all, but he swears he's never experienced anything as hot, as sweet as the way Jungkook's body just accepts it all. As though it was made to take Yoongi's cock. As though there's been something missing inside Jungkook these last several months that only he could fill. Then again, maybe there's a part of him that's always been like that--the same part that imprinted on him and desires for Yoongi to be his everything. It's all too much to think about when he's balls deep inside the younger boy, so he doesn't waste any more time trying. Instead he focuses on pressing further against Jungkook, one hand curling around his waist while the other reaches up to the boy's cheek, thumbing over the pretty, flushed skin. For a moment he lingers there, just like that, wrapped up in the most intimate position he could ever be in with Jungkook. "Okay, Kook?" he murmurs.

it really doesn't matter that jungkook has no idea what's about to happen, what this really is, what it all could mean on the human side of things. it doesn't matter that he has no concept of it, of this kind of intimacy, that he's really never even seen it before, has never had the chance or the real curiosity to try and go looking for it, to explore. it doesn't matter that even the heats before now, leading up to now have been so innocent in their own way, the toys, the way that he's touched himself all just a means to an end, a way to try and make it feel better, just what he's supposed to do.

it doesn't matter that his mind doesn't quite understand it, because his body does. his body knows exactly what this is, knows what to do and just how much it wants it, needs it. needs it because it's yoongi, because with every passing second the older man is sliding deeper inside him, deeper, different than anything he's felt before, so much different than any of his toys. yoongi's scent, everything about him is surrounding jungkook, blanketing him, making him feel so comfortable and so much need all at once, so good he could cry and yet somehow not enough at the same time. not enough even though yoongi keeps giving him more, more, until he can't, until there's nothing left to give and jungkook is absolutely full of him, more full than he's ever been, a far cry from what his toys could give him.

because his toys aren't like this. his toys aren't a living, breathing person, aren't warm, soft in all the right ways. his toys don't seem to fit him perfectly like yoongi does, like it's just right, exactly how much jungkook needs without being too much. it doesn't hurt; jungkook's body simply accepts him, all of him, takes it easily and he's still greedy for more, still aching for a kind of more that he can't even begin to articulate, to understand, even as yoongi's fingers brush along his skin, as yoongi is as close to him as he can possibly be, asking him if he's okay. jungkook holds his gaze, his own still dark, pleading, asking for something that he isn't even aware of. he doesn't have to think about his answer, nodding slightly almost as soon as the words have left yoongi's lips, his own fingers still trying to find purchase against the older man's skin, trying to move, squirming slightly after a few moments as if somehow it will start to satisfy the ache that's settling in more fully now, the longer they stay like this. "yoongi," the name comes out easily, without any thought, catching on another breathless whine. "more, please. i want more."

Yoongi knows it's probably pointless to be so concerned, obecjtively. But he can't imagine being anything less than careful with handling Jungkook, the trusting bunny in his arms far too precious to him. He still needs the reassurance that this all isn't too much, that Jungkook really is okay with everything that's happening, spiraling further and further from Yoongi's original intentions for tonight. For what it's worth, Jungkook doesn't seem fazed at all by the fact that the cock he was just marveling at a few minutes ago is now inside of him. That Yoongi is pressed so close he can feel the puff of the bunny's shaky breath against his cheek. If anything Jungkook looks like he's experiencing the first true satisfaction he's had all night. Yoongi is transfixed by the look on the younger boy's face, as though he's just as much in awe over how filled he is. He never stops moving, fingers still gripping and demanding on Yoongi's skin, familiar words tumbling out. But his voice sounds different this time. The urgency feels firm, tangible. He can feel Jungkook begging him with his entire body, muscles rippling around him, quick, flurried movements that have Yoongi moving to clench at the bedsheets. More. His baby is okay with more. Thank god.

Fingers twist in the damp fabric as he begins to set a slow rhythm. He knows the harsh pace Jungkook typically sets for himself, can sometimes hear the unmistakable, crude sounds of his toys fucking in and out through the thin walls, but Yoongi doesn't want this to be anything like that. He eases back gently, mindful of the fact that Jungkook's never taken anything this big, nearly pulls out all the way. Jungkook's ass clings desperately to him, and Yoongi has to focus on steadying his breathing when he thrusts back in nice and slow, hips settling once more against the boy's skin. It goes on like that, long, thorough strokes that feed Jungkook's insatiable body, making the boy feel every single inch claiming him, over and over. Jungkook's legs are still in the air, wrapped possessively around Yoongi's waist, and suddenly he wants nothing more than to feel those thighs tremble and shake in pleasure around him. The urge hits hard, the same way bottoming out in that perfect slick feels, and it gets the older man even harder inside of Jungkook. Without even realizing it he starts to quicken his pace, ever so slightly. Enough to turn his voice into something hoarse as he murmurs, "Baby--you feel so nice. Doing so good."

jungkook still doesn't exactly understand what's happening. he doesn't have any words, any real experiences to put with this. he doesn't have any kind of idea about what it all means, whether or not it means anything, if it's something that even goes any deeper than this. right now, he can't think about that. he can't think about any of it, because he's too far gone for that. the brief reprieve that he had from the pull of his heat is over, it's taking him back down, back in just as fully, just as completely as it did before. and being so wrapped up in yoongi, being so close to him, having yoongi inside of him, enveloping him so completely - it only sets off something inside of jungkook that makes it even worse. makes him want it, want him, that much more. jungkook doesn't realize just how much, just how desperately he's begging yoongi, with every last inch of himself. but he is, and the pull is nearly too much.

yoongi doesn't make him wait for long, though. he doesn't make him wait at all, always taking care of him, always giving jungkook exactly what it is that he wants, what he needs, even when jungkook himself isn't sure what that is. he knows as soon as yoongi starts moving, as soon as the pleasure spikes under his skin, just how much he wants it. because it feels good, it feels so good, so much better than any of his toys ever have, so much better even than yoongi's fingers, than the warmth of his mouth and his tongue. because this is simply exactly what jungkook needs. this is what his body wants, what he craves for, what every inch is calling for so desperately. he wants yoongi. needs yoongi, and it isn't hard, doesn't take any effort at all on his part to fall into it completely. not when yoongi is making him feel so good, not when his pace starts to pick up and every single thrust back into his body has jungkook groaning, breathing out pleasure noises that he doesn't have any control over, his fingers tightening against yoongi's skin that much more, looking for something to hold onto. trying to simultaneously ground himself and get that much closer to yoongi all at the same time, more, always more, even as his head tips back and his eyes fall closed, even as he loses himself even further in the pleasure, in the sound of yoongi's voice and the way that it makes him feel when he talks to him like that, praises him like that, makes him feel so, so good.

The praise slips out so naturally for Yoongi. He's so used to telling the younger boy when he's doing well, being a good boy, making him proud, that he doesn't even think twice about it. He always takes care of his baby, wants him to feel nothing but loved and supported, especially in new situations. Maybe it's because of the way Jungkook looks right now, ears limp and flattened against the pillow, eyes blown black, chest heaving with too many obscene sounds for Yoongi to know what to do with. Maybe it's because it makes this all feel more grounded in reality, not some feverish dream Yoongi somehow concocted. Or maybe it's something within him starting to crack. The last thing he should be getting wrapped up in is his own pleasure, but it's starting to choke him the longer this goes. Jungkook is just so fucking pretty, prettier than anyone Yoongi's ever seen before when he arches and moans like that, mindlessly tossing his head back. So unabashed. Taking every deep stroke Yoongi gives him like he's known nothing better in his entire life. Yoongi would say he's missed this over the past few years--but he's never had something that has even come close to this. To Jungkook. This is just as wildly new to him as it is to the bunny losing his mind underneath him.

The touch against Jungkook's cheek slides up, fingers raking into damp, dark hair and keeping him pressed down into the pillow. It's not enough to hurt or even strain the bunny, but it's enough to remind him just who's in control. The way the boy's neck is presented to him, stretched out and vulnerable and already littered with little love bites, is just too tempting for Yoongi to ignore. So he doesn't. He mouths at the hot skin as he continues fucking steadily into the younger boy, paying extra special attention to his sensitive pulse point. God, his baby's heart is beating so fast, hammering in tandem with his own. Yoongi can't be expected to handle something like that. He sucks hard just as he snaps his hips forward, burying deep inside Jungkook and taking a few, tortuous seconds just to grind himself that much deeper. Lazily searching for that bundle of nerves inside of the younger boy his fingers found earlier in the night, that spot that's going to ruin him all over again.

jungkook is entirely oblivious to it, to the way that yoongi could be thinking, feeling about all of this. maybe it would be different if it were any other time, if this had happened any other way, if he wasn't currently so caught up in the thick of his heat that he can hardly even think straight anymore. but he is. he's so caught up that all he can do is just feel, just take it, take everything that yoongi is giving him, absolutely everything about the older man blanketing him, surrounding him, filling him up in a way that's so good, so fucking good, so much better than anything else he's ever had that jungkook could cry from the sheer pleasure, borderline too much, from the way that it feels to even start to get something that might come close to satisfying that insane itch that he's gotten all too familiar with over the years.

yoongi is definitely scratching it. yoongi is giving him absolutely everything that he needs and then some, and it's only more, only better when there are fingers finding purchase in jungkook's hair, keeping him pressed down, when yoongi's mouth is assaulting some of his most sensitive places. jungkook simply can't help himself, can't help the groans and whines of pleasure that yoongi keeps pulling from him just like he can't help the slight twitches of his ears, the shivers that find their way down his spine when yoongi bites or sucks against a particularly good stretch of skin. it's already so good, jungkook is already so far gone in the way that it feels that he doesn't even think about it being better, doesn't even imagine the possibility when yoongi pauses in his rhythm to grind himself that much deeper instead, making jungkook gasp, making his breath catch and stutter with the new feeling. a matter of seconds later and he's crying out, his body giving another little jolt underneath yoongi, thighs tightening around him that much more as soon as his cock even so much as nudges against that spot deep inside of him, the one that feels so good, that makes him immediately want more, like that, again, please. jungkook doesn't have the words right now, he can't find them, can't even try. so instead he begs yoongi with his body, with his fingers gripping tight at yoongi's skin, his hair, anywhere he can find to try and coax him to keep going. with the way that he sounds, whines, whimpers, groans that are louder, borderline desperate, hips doing their best to try and move back against yoongi like he can get more of that feeling even with his thighs still wrapped around the older man so tightly, refusing to let go.

Jungkook's never exactly been subtle. Every single thing he feels he shows, and Yoongi's always loved that part about him, how he wears his heart on his sleeve so openly. It makes him so incredibly fond. It also makes a lot of things a hell of a lot easier, knowing exactly what makes the bunny happy, upset, and everything in between. And really, it's no different now. There's absolutely nothing subtle about the way Jungkook's entire body seems to ripple in surprise and something more raw as Yoongi nudges against that spot deep inside of him. Everything from the younger boy's twitching ears to his frantic whines to the way his thighs tighten almost painfully around Yoongi's waist ring loud and clear. It's as though he's forcing him down even harder, pleading for Yoongi to bury himself completely inside, needing him to surround every last inch of him and god, Yoongi can't find a reason not to. His own instincts want nothing more than to give Jungkook exactly what he needs--his baby doesn't have to say anything anymore.

After another slow, tortuous grind of his hips, Yoongi wraps his arms underneath the boy's body and rocks him up off the bed in one fell swoop. Suddenly Jungkook is upright and perched right in his lap, still full of the older man and clinging tightly to his body. The sitting position has their chests pressed snug, Jungkook's face hovering just slightly above his own, looking like--looking like a million incredible things all at once. Yoongi's breath lodges somewhere in his throat as he stares, taking in the wild, gorgeous creature cradled safely in his arms. He never stops moving, never stops gently snapping his hips up at just the right angle to reach where Jungkook needs it most, dragging out the sensation with every deep thrust. Right now, it really does feel like he couldn't be any closer to the younger boy. Feels like he's never been closer to anyone like this. The intimacy makes his heart beat wildly out of control, just as the heat churns desperately in his belly, craving some kind of release. That's when he kisses Jungkook--filled with the same desperation and love and desire crashing inside of the other's body.

jungkook needs more of this. that's all that he knows for sure, all that he can even start to think when yoongi's got him so wound up. yoongi is giving him so much, making him feel so, so good, but he needs more. he's desperate for it, crying out when yoongi does the same thing again, grinds his hips against jungkook's nice and slow and deep, giving him a hint of what it is his body is so desperately begging for without actually going all the way. it's the sweetest kind of torture, the kind that only draws it out, prolongs all of the good feelings even if jungkook doesn't know that, even if he doesn't understand it just yet. it's so good he feels like he could cry, and even he isn't entirely sure if it's out of frustration or the sheer force of the pleasure yoongi's giving him.

before he can get too much more worked up, he suddenly finds himself sitting upright, head spinning briefly from the quick, sudden motion. his body catches up faster than his mind does, his legs still wrapped tight around yoongi's waist, arms around his shoulders, keeping them close, keeping himself steady. he doesn't have time to really take in the change of position, though, because like this, every snap of yoongi's hips hits in just the right way, just the right spot, head on every single time and jungkook doesn't know what to do with it, doesn't know how to take something that feels so good while at the same time desperately needing it to continue. the result is nearly the same as before, his entire body seeming to quiver with excitement, loud, breathless, half choked cries of pleasure forced out with every single thrust. jungkook is certain that he's never felt so good, never felt this good in his entire life, finally getting exactly what he needs. good enough that there are tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, that it's a mess more than anything else when yoongi kisses him, when he tries to kiss him back eagerly despite the harsh breaths and loud moans and whines that he can't swallow down, doesn't even think about trying to. it doesn't take long, his body can't handle too much of it, not when it's this good, this intense, not when he's already so far gone in his heatspace that there's nothing to do but feel good, so, so fucking good. his entire body tenses, every last nerve seeming to go on alert, jaw going slack against yoongi's mouth right around the time that it hits him and he comes hard, so hard that he almost can't stand it. he's all shaking limbs and cries of pleasure that are bordering on sobs, fingers holding on, digging in hard, every part of him clamping down, tightening around yoongi like his life depends on it, like it's asking him, begging him for just a little bit more, please.

The temperature of their bedroom seems to be climbing higher and higher, and still Jungkook is pulsing even hotter around him, so impossibly, inhumanly hot that if Yoongi weren’t drowning in it himself he may have felt a rush of concern. But this isn’t like when Jungkook first woke up, all sweat-slick skin and bright eyes and a confusing hunger in his belly--when Yoongi was still deliriously thinking his baby was sick with something. This isn’t even like the first time he made Jungkook come, or the second time, how beautiful it was to watch the younger boy unravel and arch against the bed because of his touch. Or when he buried deep inside of him, what feels like both minutes and days ago. During everything that’s happened, Yoongi’s been able to keep some part of himself intact. And maybe the most overwhelming part of it all isn’t the fact that Jungkook breaks, finally, truly breaks from the overstimulation, but the fact that Yoongi can’t even handle it himself.

Because shit, Jungkook is melting around him, so fucking good that he can’t stop fucking into him, forcing out those breathless cries of pleasure with every upstroke. Louder now, so many desperate, sensual sounds dripping from the boy, mixing with his own groans as he only pulls him in closer. Yoongi’s arms grip around his waist, ravaging him like there’s nothing else that matters, absolutely nothing else besides Jungkook and giving him what he needs, what they both need, doesn’t even stop when the boy’s orgasm slams through him. A shaking, boneless, tail-thrashing kind of orgasm, so much more intense than anything Jungkook’s experienced before with his toys. Yoongi knows it in his gut, just like he knows the reason why the younger boy claws into him that much harder, tightening around his length and refusing to let go. Its an animalistic desperation locking down on Yoongi, his heatspace pushing for yet even more, and that’s exactly what Yoongi gives the sobbing boy in his arms--more. Pounding into him, something thick and hazy and blissful sweeping over, Yoongi’s eyes closed as he chases the same pleasure that made his baby fucking see stars. So pretty, baby. Going to make you feel so good, baby. And when he claims Jungkook, coming hard and deep into his bunny’s overheated body, crushing him even tighter against his chest, Yoongi loses himself completely.

it doesn't let up. not even when jungkook's orgasm crashes through him, the pleasure stretching out for what feels like an eternity, what seems like far too much, so much more than what his body can handle. it's still just as intense, every single rock of yoongi's hips up into him, the tight grip around his waist, the way he's groaning and jungkook is still so mindless, still letting out choked cries and sobs of pleasure with every one, still shaking and yet doing his best to hold onto yoongi as best as he can. to keep him right here, keep him close, every part of him still holding on so tight, entirely unwilling to give it up yet. and it's good. it's so good, because yoongi knows. he just knows and he keeps giving it to jungkook, keeps giving it to him even when it's borderline too much because he knows that it still isn't enough, isn't enough, until yoongi is cracking and losing himself, until he's coming hard and deep inside jungkook's body and somehow, jungkook feels like he could cry all over again, it's so good. it's exactly what he wanted, exactly what his body's been craving for, so animalistic, instinctual that he couldn't begin to describe it even if he wanted to try. but he doesn't have to. yoongi knows, and just like that, jungkook feels like he can breathe again.

he can't help it, can't do much of anything about the way that he goes slack against yoongi then, slumping against him, head resting near his shoulder. there are still trembles and shakes running through his body, he's still breathing harshly, covered in sweat and all kinds of a mess. but for now, at least, that clawing desperation in his stomach has settled, quieted into nothing. for now, at least, his heat is breaking, and it's a kind of relief that indescribable. it's something that jungkook has never felt before, not without days of torture beforehand, and never with this kind of satisfaction. he can't put it into words, not even if he wanted to. all he can manage is an affectionate nuzzle against yoongi's skin, a few pleased sounds bubbling up from his throat, his own way of expressing his love, his gratitude while he comes down from it, refusing to even start to pull himself away from yoongi at all.

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