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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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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