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kkaeppsong2017-04-23 10:38 pm
[yoongi/jungkook] ; overtime
Yoongi never plays rough with his boy on school nights. That’s something he made clear right from the beginning, soon after Jungkook managed to capture his attention--and imagination--one quiet, unexpected afternoon in the student lounge. Education always comes first, an even greater priority than their secret arrangement. If Jungkook ever gets frustrated on a Wednesday study date, or grows restless with the languid run of Yoongi’s fingers atop his clothes, he (mostly) keeps it to himself obediently. After all, Jungkook never truly wants for attention. Attention is what Yoongi adores giving most of all, providing for pretty boys who soften in all the right ways at his touch, his voice, a simple look--who get just as much pleasure under his authority as Yoongi does commanding it. This is how he should be as a man, caring for what’s his. And for the past four months, Jungkook has willingly, enthusiastically become just that.
The images come back during the drive home, one hand on the steering wheel, the other tapping impatiently against the empty seat beside him. Images of pillow crease marks on a bare face, dark, unkempt hair. Oversized clothes hanging on a loose-limbed, but still broad frame, flashes of tan skin. Eyes piercing straight through the screen, shaking off the drowsy weekend haze as he listens to what Yoongi wants. And then his hands, large, eager, trembling under Yoongi’s watch. The 26 year old simply leaned back in his desk chair, enjoying the front row seat to Jungkook jerking himself off on their video call. Slowly. Slow enough that Yoongi could clearly hear the hitch in the boy’s breath over the slide of his fist. Yoongi spent the rest of his lunch break in the studio with those marvelous sounds, Jungkook keening when he reminded him, calmly, not to finish himself. Keep going. Wake yourself up for daddy. But no cuming until I get home.
That was over five hours ago, and Yoongi knows the other is already waiting. Home is Yoongi’s place, a sprawling, modern apartment in one of the nicer neighborhoods of Seoul, to which Jungkook has always had a spare key. Yoongi trusted him with the passcode as nonchalantly as he did with his credit card--what would Jungkook steal when anything he could possibly want was right there at his fingertips? Pulling into his private parking spot at the complex, Yoongi takes a moment to thumb over the last few text messages from Jungkook, the only notifications he really cares to address at the moment.
Drive safely, okay?
Please get home soon~
Yoongi smiles at the emojis peppered through the messages, reading them a second time. Emails are popping up as well, and he’s managed to miss a call from one of his clients on the drive, but he couldn’t give a fuck. After working fifty hours this week on the latest album he’s producing, he’s all too ready for a break. Ready to turn his attention elsewhere, to the reason for this pressing, pleasant warmth that's been lingering all afternoon. It’s that much stronger once he eventually walks through the apartment door, shuffling out of his shoes and already setting his phone to silent.
“I’m home.”
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It's not empty praise, the words that drip out of him. In moments like these, Jungkook simply is made for him. Yoongi continues to watch as the boy pulls off his cock with a breathless little sound, the slick glide of his hand making his hips stutter, before leaning down to suck him back in. Jungkook does it like he's starved, pushing himself to take Yoongi deeper, inch by inch steadily disappearing inside of him. His own special form of magic. Fitting daddy inside so nicely, so snug. It's only when the tip of his cock nudges the back of Jungkook's throat that a groan finally rips out of Yoongi, the older man powerless to that blinding, white-hot sensation. Suddenly he scrambles his fingers into Jungkook's hair, holding him down until Jungkook's nose brushes his skin, before forcing him off. This happens a couple more times, letting the boy catch his breath, fucking into his throat all over again, roughly keeping the boy right where he needs him. By that point Yoongi is rigid and panting against the couch, glazed eyes watching as his boy starts to look more and more ruined. He's getting closer--if he doesn't stop now their fun together will take a detour, and Yoongi's nothing if not disciplined. He knows exactly where he wants them to go, where he wants this night to lead, and finishing himself off now isn't part of the plan.
This time, when Yoongi pulls Jungkook off of his cock, he just keeps him there. He stares down at the boy's cherry red lips slick with precum, teary eyes, hair tousled from his own grip--he looks so utterly, prettily wrecked that something in Yoongi gives a little. "Good boy," he breathes, lifting Jungkook up to meet his kiss, rough-sweet and messy. He tastes himself on the boy's tongue, tastes everything, cock somehow growing that much harder as he comes out and asks "You still want to take more, don't you? Want daddy to fuck you for real?" Just like before, Yoongi already knows the answer. And just like before, he needs to hear Jungkook say it. He needs to hear how bad he really wants it.
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of course, it helps when yoongi tangles fingers in his hair like that. when he's pushing and holding jungkook right where he wants him. when he's fucking into his throat, taking control and giving it back, a push and pull that keeps jungkook groaning when he can manage it, and he can't breathe properly but it doesn't matter. he doesn't need to. not when he's doing this instead, not when it feels so good, when he can feel his mind starting to fade out into something that's all pleasant, raw, where he doesn't think about anything, where he just wants, feels. wants to feel yoongi come undone underneath him, wants to feel yoongi cum in his mouth, down his throat, wants the satisfaction that comes with it - from both sides. jungkook wants it so much that when yoongi finally pulls him off, when he keeps him off, holds him there, there's absolutely nothing that he can do about the whine that slips out of his throat first.
he's well on his way to an absolute wreck, and it's all because of yoongi. jungkook's eyes open, gaze sliding up to lock onto yoongi's, eyes tearing at the corners from the strain his big cock puts on his throat, flushed, hair a mess, just wanting more. needing more, more of whatever his daddy is willing to give him. of course the kiss helps, but even the question alone is enough to get jungkook's cock twitching in interest, and there's no hesitation at all before he's nodding slightly, breath still coming a little harsh and heavy from deepthroating yoongi just a few moments earlier, so eager. "yes," he breathes, because he wants it, because jungkook is quite sure there's a good possibility that he's never wanted anything else so much in his entire life. "i want it. i want to feel daddy's big cock inside me." jungkook is shameless, lost that a long time ago with yoongi, and it isn't just dirty talk, either. it's the truth, plain and simple, clear with the desperate edge hanging off of his words. "please? i promise i'll be good."
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He's never sounded so good, and Yoongi can't keep his hands to himself. Of course he's going to be a good boy. There's no other option. Just daddy's good boy. Fingers sink into Jungkook's tight waist, grip his hair as he tugs them both off of the couch, standing flush against one another. The way their cocks brush pushes a low sound from his throat as he kisses everything he can on the younger boy. His neck, his shoulder, his ridiculously pierced ears. It's all his. Walking Jungkook back toward his bedroom, he continues claiming what's his, thoroughly, until finally he's able to lay the boy down against his bed sheets. Even this feels different, guiding the boy into position, his touch stroking up and down his body. And still he doesn't say anything. His permission is in every touch, every intake of breath as he watches Jungkook. The desire has been there since day one.
"Hands and knees, baby." It's nothing more than a murmur, the fingers hugging Jungkook's waist lifting up to put the boy at a better angle for him. And god, does he look lovely all spread out, like everything good in the world is buried in that flushed, tantalizing, perfect body. This body that's soft only for him. Obeys only him. Accepts only him. Yoongi's bed is large, all crisp, modern white sheets and blankets--the ideal canvas for Jungkook to spread out in. He doesn't realize the work of art he is himself--probably doesn't even realize how much more wrecked he's going to be once Yoongi is through with him.
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jungkook fucking loves it. he loves being caught off guard, loves not knowing what to expect. he can't deny that there's something about the mystery of the whole thing that just makes it that much more arousing, the way that he can never guess what yoongi wants from him, what he's going to give to him on any given day. the way that all he can do is his own part, be a good boy and see what daddy thinks that he deserves. thinking about it all objectively, looking from the outside in he never would guess in a million years that this would be the kind of thing that he would get off on, that he would love so fucking much. but here he is, with min yoongi, and god he wouldn't change it for the world, not even a second.
there's nothing else to do but let himself be led back to yoongi's bedroom, and that's what jungkook does. he's pliant under yoongi's touches just like always, lets the older man move him, push and pull just the way that he wants to. he can't help the way that the closeness, the slight brushes of their bodies together, the tangle of yoongi's fingers in his hair and the brush of lips over anything yoongi can reach make him shiver, make him push soft sounds of his own deep in his throat, every part of him still a livewire, starved for all of yoongi's attention. he still doesn't know exactly what he'll get tonight, doesn't know what yoongi is planning but he does know that he needs to listen, wants to listen, especially once he's hit the familiarity of yoongi's large, lavish bed, all clean, comfortable sheets just waiting to be ruined. he doesn't have to be told twice, doesn't hesitate, isn't embarrassed to turn over just how yoongi wants him, hands and knees, spread out at an angle he thinks is good enough when he looks back over his shoulder to make sure. "like this, daddy?"
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Of course, neither of them is new to sex itself--it didn't take many conversations after they met for Yoongi to gather that the freshman was more experienced than he had originally assumed. Relationships, explorations, a one night stand or two. He certainly knew what he was doing around men--Yoongi felt the proof of that every weekend. As for Yoongi himself...he's long lost count. Still, this was uncharted territory in their play dates, always hinted at, teased about, but never quite close enough. Breaking in his subs properly, patiently, is something Yoongi always takes seriously. And above all else, he cares about Jungkook. He cares about every part of him--his comfort, his trust, his needs, his pleasure--because that's simply what being a good daddy means. The truth is that it goes both ways.
Wordlessly, Yoongi shifts on the bed so he can grab the bottle of lube on the bedside table Jungkook was no doubt toying with earlier tonight. He slicks himself up first, stroking nice and slow as his breaths catch, stutter out quietly. His other hand reaches to the boy's entrance, watching him stretch to accommodate his fingers all over again. He makes quicker work of it this time around, but it's no less thorough, the wet, obscene sounds Jungkook's body make every time he thrusts in forcing a low curse from his throat. Clothes come off, every last expensive piece before he settles back behind Jungkook, knees pressed against the smooth sheets. Closing his eyes, Yoongi takes a moment to simply feel. Dragging his thick cock against the boy's ass, teasing the head along that slick pink rim. Fingers steady Jungkook's hips, curling deep into soft skin. Jungkook's own voice, echoing around in his head. He's been calling him daddy more and more tonight, the more fucked out he becomes--Yoongi's been all too aware of it. And it leaves his grip tightening.
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that's exactly what jungkook wants. it's exactly what he loves, being taken care of like this, so completely, and god, yoongi's good at it. every touch, every word, every look. it all feels so effortless, even now. jungkook can't hold the eye contact for long. he has to break it in favor of getting more comfortable, not trying to hold himself up too much, just giving in to how it feels when yoongi's fingers are fucking him open again, not meeting much resistance after he already worked him so good a matter of minutes ago, after jungkook's already been playing all day.
he's blissfully unaware of anything else that yoongi is thinking, anything else that he's doing like this. can't see the way that he's slicking himself up, none the wiser until he feels it, until yoongi is coming closer, close enough to tease his cock against jungkook's entrance, to send a sharp thrill of arousal down his spine, making him groan on instinct because, fuck. he wants it, and the thought that maybe yoongi is finally going to give it to him, finally going to fuck him good and proper after months of teasing with the prospect of it, has every nerve in his body on edge. it's hard not to push back, hard not to try and get more, but he doesn't. he stays where he is, stays like a good boy, even though his breaths are fast and shaky and it's impossible to hold back the whine in his throat, the way that he's somewhere between whispering and panting "daddy, please."
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That, and the way Jungkook's body opens for him like it's starved. Yoongi's other hand palms Jungkook's side in long, soothing strokes, a small comfort even as his own cock throbs heavily against him, very nearly inside of him. "Breathe, Jungkook," he murmurs, steadying the younger boy's hips, touches splayed across his abs, the rest of him pushing forward a fraction more. "I'm right here with you. I'm not going anywhere." The promise comes from down deep, that same carnal need to take care of Jungkook in every single way he can. He doesn't even have to think about it--there's no need to.
No resistance. Yoongi watches the first inch disappear inside the freshman, already stretched so much wider than around his fingers--and then another, slowly, another, slowly, sinking in, still tight, so warm, so warm Yoongi could fucking melt into it. Nothing else exists besides this, Yoongi's eyes fixed on their bodies, on Jungkook now half-stuffed with his cock, staring in a hazy sort of awe. He's imagined it so many times, gotten off to it so many times, but this is so much sweeter than any wet dream it doesn't even come close. Yoongi gives a few shallow thrusts, working to open Jungkook even further on his big cock, a rough, approving sound slipping from his throat. "Good boy--mm, taking it so good."
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but yoongi always takes care of him. that's something that jungkook has learned, too. in every sense of the word, yoongi is always there, and now is no different. his voice is still just as low, rough around the edges with arousal but it's also warm, it holds a kind of comfort that jungkook sinks into easily, that gets him drawing in a deep breath and letting it out shakily, still holding on to some semblance of coherency at least for now.
that is, until he feels yoongi's cock starting to press inside. somehow it's still a surprise, a pleasant one, one that immediately has jungkook downright groaning, the stretch and burn of his body accepting yoongi's cock unlike anything he could have imagined. so much better, the way that it feels, and especially after wanting it so fucking badly all day, for all these months. it's been so long since jungkook has been properly fucked by someone else and knowing that it's yoongi only makes it that much better, makes it difficult for jungkook to not simply rock back against him now, force more of him inside, take it as quickly as he can manage. he knows he has to be careful, though, and more than that, he has to be a good boy. let daddy fuck him, let daddy keep the control. jungkook wants him to. and god, it's already hard to keep himself upright even with the first few shallow thrusts, just working him open, steady, getting jungkook used to the feel of him. it isn't long at all before jungkook's body is starting to shake from the effort of holding himself up, more whines backing up in his throat, catching in between the heavy breaths and groans of pleasure that come with yoongi finally, finally fucking him. and they've barely even gotten started.
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The one who greeted him perfectly with that sweet kiss, obedient without seeming at all practiced. The one who looked like a vision even in the barest of clothing, angular yet soft, still growing into his good looks. The one who listened to his instructions without hesitation, edging for hours on end in the very same bed where he's now trembling on Yoongi's dick. He hasn't just been a good boy. He might be the best Yoongi's ever had. That thought skips around in Yoongi's hazed mind, and maybe when he's not completely lost in the pleasure of Jungkook's body he'll take a moment to properly process it. Because right now all he can focus on is the way the younger boy shakes and tightens around him, the way his voice fills the entire room, sounding like sin and heaven. Yoongi loves how he's fucking the sounds out of Jungkook, the whines and groans only fueling the heat getting tighter and tighter in his belly.
Continuing to sink himself inside the younger boy, Yoongi catches on the strain in Jungkook's arms, dark eyes fixing on the twitching muscles. He can even feel it in the boy's spread thighs, just how hard he's working to keep himself in the right position. "Is my baby getting tired already?" he muses, voice dark with arousal and amusement. After a couple more thrusts he shifts a hand from Jungkook's side to his shoulder, forcing the boy to press flat against the mattress. Only his hips remain held up by Yoongi's firm grip, the shift in angle allowing him to go even deeper. The last remaining inches press their way inside, and Yoongi just sits there, pressed against his ass, indulging in how fucking silky sweet being inside his boy is.
"That won't do."
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breathing, though, is proving to be a little hard in a situation like this one. jungkook might feel something along the lines of pathetic if he were capable of more coherent thought, of worrying about things like that, if he weren't already so worked up that his mind was hazing over with the very first, teasing touch that yoongi brushed against him. now, it feels like he's fucking drunk on yoongi's cock already and he isn't even all the way inside yet, thrusts still shallow, but already so, so good that jungkook can't possibly imagine something even better. he's lucky. so, so lucky, and this is already hands down the best reward he's ever received.
it is distracting, though, the way that his arms are protesting more and more at the strain of keeping the position up when all he really wants to do is let go, give himself over to it, but that isn't his choice to make. it's yoongi's, and he makes it for him soon enough, when he's sliding his touch up to push at jungkook's until he's face down on the mattress, groaning against the cool, white sheets when it only makes the older man's cock slide in that much more, deeper, better, filling him up so completely. yoongi stays there, and jungkook barely picks up on his voice, that dark tone, the words slipping into the space between them. he does, though, enough that he can turn his head to the side. "i'm sorry, daddy," slips out between his harsh breaths, catching on another whine, more of those sounds that yoongi just draws out of him, that he doesn't bother stopping, especially not now. "it feels so good.."
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And he grinds that much deeper, left hand curled around the younger boy's shoulder for leverage as he uses his own body weight to force Jungkook down, further, making him smaller and smaller, physically overwhelming the kid. The boy's cheek is squished against the white sheets, and Yoongi decides he likes him pressed on his side, face down like this. He likes being able to see the mindless pleasure clouding over his expression, how his eyes stay unblinking, unfocused, barely even open. He's already sinking fast into his reward, and knowing that it's only him that gets to see Jungkook like this, knowing that's it only him who can make Jungkook like this, has Yoongi fucking him straight into the mattress.
They're deep, measured strokes, Yoongi pulling out nearly all the way only to sink back inside his baby's tight little ass, filling him up to the brim. The slick slide is made that much easier when Yoongi pushes Jungkook's thighs even further apart and out of the way, when all that's keeping Jungkook's ass up is Yoongi's own cock, his own hand. Baby might be getting worn out, but daddy's got him. Daddy's always got him. "Tell me what feels good." Just as gravelly rough as before, almost taunting as he punctuates the demand with a sharper thrust.
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jungkook does love every second of it. he knows that it's a reward, the best reward, the thing that he's been wanting so fucking badly for so long and he would be an idiot not to fall into it, to take it all so completely, to savor every single second. he doesn't have to think, and it's familiar with the practice he's had every weekend with yoongi, the way that he can let himself stop doing just that. stop thinking, stop focusing, stop doing anything else that isn't feeling this, giving himself over to the pleasure, to the absolute control that yoongi commands, that he has over every part of him during these moments.
the way that yoongi fucks into him is so good. so good it's almost hard to believe it's the first time he's doing it, because every deep, pointed thrust has jungkook wanting to cry from the sheer pleasure it brings him, from how much he loves it, how good it is to be filled up and fucked properly after all these months of waiting. his fingers spread out and tighten around yoongi's crisp, clean sheets. his mouth is practically hanging open, eyes rolling back with the sound of yoongi's voice again, so raw and deep, with the sharper thrust that jolts through him. "daddy," he groans again, and it's mindless, hard to pull together the coherency that it takes to answer anything, to form the question he wants to ask, to do much of anything when yoongi is giving it so good. "so good.. you fuck so good.." he's babbling a little but it doesn't matter, nothing else matters more than this. "can i - ah - touch myself, daddy?"
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And then that question--it almost rips a hoarse laugh from his throat. After spending all afternoon jerking himself off with absolutely no relief, not even a fraction of the heat he truly wanted, somehow it's still not enough for the insatiable boy. Simply having Yoongi fuck him isn't enough. Jungkook's still mindlessly chasing his own pleasure, thinking of his own hands to get him off, and that just won't do. His boy is lucky enough to have Yoongi dedicate an entire evening to defiling him on his bed sheets, giving him what he's been desperately begging for over the course of weeks, and suddenly it's as if he's forgotten everything. Yoongi would think to punish him if it weren't for the fact that Jungkook is so fucked out on his dick it looks like he can't even think straight, let alone properly talk. The deeper Yoongi explores inside of him the more he seems to lose touch with everything else--and the more fucking turned on Yoongi gets.
Yoongi can't blame him--so he corrects him. "Only daddy gets to touch you right now. Only daddy gets to make you feel good," he says, not unkindly, but there's no mistaking the low, authoritative tone. Without slowing his pace Yoongi reaches to pull Jungkook's fists off of the sheets, twisting the younger boy's arms so they cross the small of his back instead. The fact that he's all warm, pliant limbs makes it much too easy for Yoongi to restrain him, firmly keeping his arms locked in position. It also means that his hold disappears on the younger boy's hips, Yoongi practically growling as he begins pounding Jungkook straight into the bed, the boy now lying prone and small beneath him. Here, he can really drive home into his baby's sweet spot, show just how unnecessary Jungkook's request is.
"Now be a good boy and take it."
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if he were anywhere near coherent he would have expected the answer that yoongi gives to his question. he likely wouldn't have even asked it in the first place, because he knows better, he does, but it's just a testament to how far from all of that his headspace is right now, how deep he's been driven into something else entirely, like a kind of pleasure-trance that he can only get like this, only from yoongi, no one else. and he just keeps driving him that much farther into it, that much deeper, jungkook entirely pliant against the way that yoongi grabs his arms, pulls them behind his back to restrain him instead, the loss of yoongi's grip at his hip forcing him down against the mattress entirely.
it's ridiculous, absolutely fucking ridiculous how good it feels. yoongi's cock is perfect, so good, sliding in at all the right angles, hitting all the right spots and forcing more breathless groans from jungkook's throat, driving the pleasure to a dangerous point, winding that tight, tight heat up inside of him all over again, the same heat that's been teasing, torturing him all day. but even still, as mindless as he is, jungkook is a good boy. he's yoongi's good boy, and he's learned, been trained so well that he doesn't even have to think about it. he doesn't have to think about the groan of "daddy," that leaves him, the way that he struggles over harsh, shaky breaths but eventually manages, a whine of "daddy, close," to let yoongi know that he can't take much more, because he knows that he needs yoongi's permission to cum. but god, he wants to so bad, so on edge from denying himself all day and full of anticipation, of uncertainty right along with the ridiculous pleasure, entirely at yoongi's mercy.
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Close. Yoongi feels it too, far too close for his own liking when it feels like they've barely just begun. God, he wants to stretch this out, wants to keep his fingers around this image of the younger boy for as long as he possibly can--but most of all he wants Jungkook to get his full reward. He's more than earned it. So obedient for it. Worked so hard for it. Even now, as incoherent and blissed out as he is, his muscles keep working Yoongi's dick so fucking good, so shamelessly greedy for him. Because Jungkook needs him--he needs his daddy now more than ever before, and Yoongi knows just what to do to make it all better for his baby boy.
"That's right, baby, cum for me," he pants, watching Jungkook's body bounce slightly on the bed as he lays into the young boy, short, ruthless thrusts that expertly target just where he needs the attention most. Yoongi doesn't bother reaching a palm underneath his boy, because he knows he can get off even better just like this, at the mercy of daddy's cock, feeling nothing else but his daddy's love over and over and over again. "Show daddy how much you love getting fucked. Show me how bad you fucking need it." His own breath falters, nails biting into the sensitive skin of the boy's wrist as he chases the mind-numbing rush.
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but yoongi doesn't want him to hold it back anymore. he's panting and his voice is low and raw with his own arousal, it gets to him all on its own just as much as the words do, just as much as yoongi sounds telling him to cum, giving him the permission that he's been waiting for, that his body has been aching for all day now. jungkook doesn't need to be told twice, doesn't have to think about it, doesn't need anything else before he gives in, lets go, giving over that very last piece of himself to the older man and the vicious pleasure that he brings.
with his hands still firmly behind his back like this, caught in yoongi's grip, jungkook can't do anything but take it. he can't do anything but let go, can't do anything but cum, hard, so hard that it's entirely possible he's actually blacked out for a few moments, entirely unaware of anything but how good it feels, how satisfying it is, finally getting that release, breaking the tension. he has no idea, no control over how loud he is, how much his body shakes with it, shameless in the face of yoongi's command while the pleasure still lingers, still rushes through him in soft waves, leaves him panting and gasping to try and catch his breath even while the bone-deep satisfaction starts to settle in, leaving him entirely useless, pliant against yoongi's bed.
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The younger boy barely even reacts save for the lingering shivers along his skin, the way he's trying so hard to get back some much needed oxygen, absolutely boneless against the soiled sheets. Yoongi's breathless himself, staring at the panting, delirious boy he just fucked senseless with a kind of yearning he's never really felt before. Then, gently, he eases the boy's arms back at his side, letting them relax from the grip they were just in. They drop to Jungkook's side like a dead weight, the boy seeming utterly exhausted. Yoongi simply continues, coaxing the boy back to him with a quiet, "Gonna have you straddle me now, baby."
With that, Yoongi helps to move Jungkook's body, lifting him as best as he can only to settle the younger boy on top of him, Yoongi now laying back against his pillows. Every touch is done gingerly, Yoongi aware of just how oversensitive the other's body's must feel as Jungkook slumps against him, chest to chest. The warm, heavy weight of his boy pressed against him is all it takes for his cock to give another greedy little twitch in his fingers, Yoongi guiding himself ever so slowly back inside Jungkook. The slide is even better this time, Jungkook so thoroughly wrecked and stretched open that it's pure bliss fucking up into him, soft and wet and warm around his cock. Yoongi's powerless against the satisfied groan pushing past his lips as he rocks slow and deep into the younger boy, a far cry from the earlier rhythm.
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he's powerless to do much of anything but take it, take everything that yoongi wants from him, that he's willing to give him. every single inch of jungkook still feels oversensitive, his whole body feels like a livewire all over again, feels like he can't come down from this high, not when yoongi is still touching him, definitely not when yoongi is still fucking him.
jungkook can't hold himself up when his arms are this unreliable, when every part of him is shaky and boneless all at once, entirely pliant to yoongi's touches, his demands, however he wants him. jungkook simply stays where he is, straddling the older man, slumped against his chest and letting out breathless, choked sounds with every long, deep thrust inside him. because he's sensitive, because it still feels good, the kind of good that almost starts to border on too good.
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He murmurs breathless encouragements against the younger boy's ear, little praises that mean nothing, that mean everything. Maybe they're still too far away, but Yoongi hopes the words are closer, that they sink into Jungkook's skin the same way the rest of him has. Because fuck, it feels so good to do it. It's as though Yoongi's burning from the inside out, and he can't even remember going into work at all today, can't remember any point before this, just lets himself fall into the younger boy again and again, in his own kind of trance
When he cums it's not as physical as with Jungkook, but the sensation is just as intense, the feverish burn building and building until it completely knocks him out. Yoongi groans out the kid's name like a prayer as he releases deep inside of him, holding onto Jungkook so tightly, arms wrapped around every part of him he can reach. Every inch he can consume. Yoongi rides it out inside of Jungkook for a few more moments, mindlessly indulging in his body one last time, before it gets too sensitive even for him. Pulling out, panting, nerves on edge and so fucking satisfied. The first thing he hears himself saying in the haze that follows is "I'm so proud of you, Jungkook. So proud of you," hands moving to stroke his baby's sides.
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it's ironic when the older man is the reason why he's so out of it in the first place, all his coaxing, pushing, teasing, everything that's driven jungkook up to this point. but he's still jungkook's anchor, warm skin pressed against him and arms wrapped tight around him, keeping him there, keeping him safe, always keeping him safe. jungkook continues letting out those choked sounds until yoongi stills, riding out his own orgasm. until he pulls out and jungkook's body is granted a break from the assault of sensations, and he's left simply trying to catch his breath once more, getting closer and closer to starting that drop back down to reality.
he still doesn't say anything. he can't right now, not yet, wouldn't be able to form the words in his mind much less convince his lips to move to say them properly. he simply stays where he is, allows himself to relax even further against yoongi, arms loosely snaking around his neck and head falling to rest somewhere near his shoulder, just seeking the closeness, the comfort. still giving himself up, trusting yoongi completely, trusting that he'll bring him back down, ease him down from the high in that way that he simply can't do on his own.
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Yoongi continues to hold him, running light, gentle touches along Jungkook's back. The younger boy is still so flushed, warming up his fingers as they trail up and down the length of his spine, every so often massaging the very small of his back. There's absolutely no tension to be found anywhere in the boy's lax body, but Yoongi doesn't want there to be any lingering soreness. He massages Jungkook's shoulders next, softly working at the muscles that were locked in his rough grip earlier. And then the back of his neck. Yoongi doesn't keep track of how many minutes he quietly spends like this, working his way through Jungkook's tender body, because making sure his boy feels comfortable and cared for doesn't have any kind of time limit. It's his top priority. And Jungkook's aftercare, like everything else, isn't something to be rushed--it's something to put all his attention on. Yoongi leans down to brush a kiss to the younger boy's hair, nosing into him and breathing out a low, content sigh. "Can you tell me how you feel, baby?"
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jungkook stays just where he is, just like that as he finally starts to catch that much needed oxygen, as it slowly helps him start coming back to himself, back down to reality. he can ground himself like this, slowly, the way that he should. because crashing back down too hard or too fast can be a bad thing, he's learned that much from the research he's done on his own, and yoongi is always, always careful with him. always easy, always makes sure to bring him down just as gently, completely as he works him up in the first place. the lingering touches all along his body are nice, soothing, showing how much yoongi cares in every single brush of fingers. it might be a little overwhelming sometimes, if he thinks about it too much, about where the lines are and where they sometimes try to blur between them, but right now, it's nothing but perfect. jungkook wants nothing more but to soak into it, to soak up all of yoongi's affections, unable to keep the small hint of a smile that tugs at his lips when he answers that question at bay. ".. tired," is what he finally manages to say, because it's true, because he is tired, exhausted even, but it's the best kind of tired. it's the kind of tired that mixes so well, so completely with so much satisfaction that warms him up from the inside out, the kind that only yoongi seems to give him. "and good. thank you, daddy." the words come out in a murmur, still a little bit mindless but jungkook is still yoongi's good boy, still recognizes just how good of a reward he's just gotten, how important it is to be appreciative.
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It's a relief to hear Jungkook's voice evening out, to feel like he's finally back with him again. Yoongi can tell the young boy is a lot more exhausted then he's letting on, but he doesn't comment on it, choosing instead to comb his fingers through Jungkook's hair. He supposes he's to blame for the damp locks, how red and flushed the younger boy still is, as though he's coming off of a particularly intense session at the gym. Yoongi thinks he looks beautiful. "You did so well," he murmurs, nails raking lightly along the boy's scalp in another mini massage. "Such a good boy for daddy." Pride swells within him for what seems to be the hundredth time of the night, because Jungkook's appreciation is genuine, humble, and there's no better feeling than knowing he's made his baby feel this good, feel this much. He took his reward even better than Yoongi could have imagined.
"What should we do now, hm? Should daddy run you a nice, relaxing bath and help get you cleaned up?"
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it's funny how the aftermath can still sometimes leave jungkook feeling even more vulnerable, more exposed than their playtime itself. funny how he can still get shy like this from time to time, though it's become easier over time, easier to fall into this, to telling himself that there's no reason to feel embarrassed, to feel ridiculous for the way that yoongi takes care of him. for the way that he wants yoongi to take care of him. that's what it all comes down to in the end, simple, and for now a combination of the long week's work coming to an end and the sheer intensity of everything that just happened has him too tired to even think about overthinking it. it's too tempting, too easy to just keep falling into it instead, his eyes fluttering closed with the way that yoongi combs and massages through his hair, still soothing him. so much affection in the way that he touches him, praises him. jungkook just wants to keep soaking it up, to hold onto it, nodding slightly in response to the question and giving a small hum of approval. "mhm. that sounds really good, daddy .. thank you." he can't help thanking him again, it just rolls off of his tongue now, natural, genuine appreciation for everything that yoongi does as he pulls back, tilts his head just enough so that he can look up at yoongi with a small smile on his lips.
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Right now the desire has mellowed into something much gentler, calmer as he lifts the boy to meet his kiss, arms hugging him closer. It's brief, little more than a peck, before Yoongi moves to do the same to both of Jungkook's cheeks. "Alright," he says, the word rumbling low in his chest as he braces himself to actually move and de-tangle them from their current, cuddling position. Just as carefully as before he sits with Jungkook still in his lap, helping the younger boy eventually stand up from the bed. Yoongi makes sure to keep one hand at the small of his back while the other lightly grips Jungkook's arm as he guides him to the master bathroom, steadying his baby's trembling limbs. He starts the bath in no time, filling the large, sleek tub with hot water and a bath bomb he knows the younger boy likes, lavender and vanilla instantly wafting through the large room. After making sure Jungkook's safely and comfortably inside, Yoongi dims the lights so they're not quite as stark, keeping the space soothing. "Go ahead, baby," he encourages, "I'll be right back."
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