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[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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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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."
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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.
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His Jungkook is simply adorable, and despite everything that's just happened, despite the anticipation still weighing heavy in the room, Yoongi can't help but sink into this familiar, tender ache he only feels when he's around the younger boy. All Jungkook has to do is breathe his name, look up at him with those big, adoring eyes, and he melts right there on the spot. He's useless to do anything but draw Jungkook that much closer, his own hand settling near the boy's jaw, holding him in position, thumbing over the smooth skin. The other finds the younger boy's slim waist, marveling at the way it feels under his fingers, how doll-like his baby really is sometimes. It's not doing much to help calm him down, and he tries to shift so that he isn't fully pressed against Jungkook's body, hips still hovering slightly above him. Maybe it's more for his sake than Jungkook's. Maybe it's just easier to kiss Jungkook into another state of oblivion. Because when things are like this, when they two of them are breathless and falling just a little bit deeper into each other, it feels like Jungkook is no different from him at all. It feels exactly right.
Somewhere along the way Yoongi's fingers trace all the way up to the boy's ears, lightly stroking the white fur that's slightly damp to the touch as well. All of him is still warm, so warm, and Yoongi doesn't understand how it isn't too much, how he could still want to be as close to Jungkook's heat as possible. He takes a break from the soft abuse of the boy's lips to softly abuse his other favorite place, nipping ever so lightly at the flushed neck that's looking a bit too inviting. And he figures he might as well take his chance now before the younger boy starts getting restless again, the need taking down everything else in its path. "Kook." His voice rumbles low and husky in his chest, breath hot against Jungkook's skin. "I'll do whatever you want me to do. You just have to tell me, baby."
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now, he feels like he can never get enough of the way that yoongi kisses him. even if he still doesn't completely understand it, it doesn't matter. he doesn't need to understand it to know that it feels good, that it literally takes his breath away sometimes, the things that yoongi does with his tongue. sure, jungkook is used to it making his heart swell, to it making his stomach feel very much like it's lined with butterflies, used to the slow, sweet warmth that spreads through every single inch of him every time he's close to yoongi. but he isn't used to it making him feel like this. he definitely isn't used to the way that it starts to feed into the want, the need that's still simmering just under the surface, starting to try and make itself known all over again. the talented slide of yoongi's tongue against his own is enough to coax something like a series of soft whines from jungkook's throat, only encouraged by the places where yoongi's fingers are gently touching his skin.
the touch of yoongi's fingers against the sensitive fur on his ears is even better. jungkook always likes it when yoongi touches him there, the soft, gentle, reassuring strokes and pets that he's grown all too accustomed to over the years. but something about it right now feels even better than it usually does, sends another tremble running through him, makes his fingers curl and grip at the hair at the back of yoongi's head. even before the older man says anything jungkook's other hand is starting to wander a bit, just enough to slide down his back, to try and pull him down, closer, because it's easier than trying to word what he wants. but then yoongi is pulling back from the kiss, nipping along jungkook's neck in a way that makes him shiver, makes him tilt his head to offer more of himself on instinct, like an offering. and yoongi is asking him, telling him. yoongi wants jungkook to tell him what he wants and jungkook knows that. his body knows what he wants, knows what it needs, but jungkook doesn't know the words to put with it, doesn't know how to tell yoongi what it is exactly. and it's frustrating, even moreso when their proximity and the things yoongi is doing are making his mind start to go hazy all over again, the want steadily building in his stomach, rising up and threatening to spill over into the rest of him. all he can do is whine softly, still pulling at yoongi, shifting enough to wrap long legs around his torso, or at least to try, like maybe that will help him understand. "yoongi ... stay close? closer. please."
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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.
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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."
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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.
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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."
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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.
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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."
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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."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.