[yoongi/jungkook] ; overtime

[starrystarrynight]

 

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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[starrystarrynight]

Yoongi watches in amusement as Jungkook eyelids grow heavy, leaning against his palm like a bunny searching for more pets. It's definitely not the first time Yoongi's made the comparison. But when the younger boy's so soft and sleepy like this, one moment resting and the next looking back up at him with those big, expressive eyes, teeth just peaking out between his lips, how can Yoongi think of anything else? It's cute, and he has half a mind to indulge in the image further by buying Jungkook more pretty, delicate things. Lacy things. Soft things that accentuate every single curve and angle of his body underneath his usual, baggy clothes. Expensive things that carry Yoongi's mark, that will make Jungkook think of him every time the fabric brushes over his skin. He hasn't had the opportunity to discuss it with Jungkook--expanding the kind of acceptable outfits for playing--but he has a gut feeling the younger boy will take to it. Just like the way he takes to Yoongi's touch, still so submissive in his response, always deferring to what Yoongi thinks is best.

Yoongi merely hums at the question, giving a couple more strokes before pulling back. "Not at all." Truthfully, he's starting to feel tired himself, a result of another long week working over hours and knowing that there's nothing more on the agenda besides sleeping in with his baby boy. Besides, he's not sure how much longer the younger can comfortably keep himself awake. He wants Jungkook to be able to fully relax from how hard he worked earlier tonight. His baby did so much--of course he would want to rest. With that in mind Yoongi moves over to the counter and quickly dresses himself in a loose, silky pair of pajama pants and a T-shirt. He then takes one of the big, fluffy white towels hanging on the bathroom door and opens it up to Jungkook, inviting him to come back in his arms. "Let's get you dried off and ready for bed."

[toughkookie]

it's just another thing about their relationship that might make it questionable from the outside looking in, blur the boundaries, the kind of thing that jungkook, before he was in the middle of it, wouldn't have expected from this kind of relationship. the part where yoongi lets him sleep next to him in his big, expensive bed, on his comfortable, clean white sheets. the part where jungkook always drifts off close to him, warm and safe, intimate. where they cuddle without any regard to whether or not it's too much, how yoongi will do things like stroke his hair or rub his shoulder, telling him how good he is, all kinds of praises that settle over jungkook and into his skin, that sink even deeper than the satisfaction that comes with rest and a warm blanket. jungkook drifts off like that and then wakes up right where they left off, loves sinking into the lazy, easy weekends that yoongi always seems to enjoy just as much. sometimes it feels like they're a world away from reality, like there's no real sense of time or any other responsibilities. and, honestly, jungkook absolutely fucking loves it.

that's why it doesn't matter if it's a little bit questionable. jungkook knows that yoongi isn't his boyfriend, but that won't stop him from being like this, from showing his daddy all of the affection that swells up inside of him, from loving him just the same. it's important, all a part of that same bond that ensures that he feels so safe, secure with the older man, that lets him give himself up so completely. jungkook blinks a few times after yoongi pulls back from the comforting strokes, coaxing himself to wake up that little bit more even as he sleepily watches yoongi pull pajamas on, watches him take down the towel and offer it to him. jungkook doesn't have to be told twice, simply steadying himself against the side of the tub to help pull himself out, movements lazy but a little less shaky, a little more steady than he was getting inside. he's dripping some water onto the floor and he knows it whenever he gets out, whenever he makes his way over to yoongi and into the warm, fluffy towel that he's offering, only shivering slightly from the way that the cool air hits him. he's comfortable, satisfied with letting yoongi take care of him, practiced enough to move when he needs to, the ways that he needs to to make it easier for the older man, giving him a soft, sleepy smile whenever their eyes meet.

[starrystarrynight]

Yoongi never thinks about what his particular relationships might look like to those from the outside--he simply can't be bothered to care. He also can't be bothered to explain his preferences to those who don't--or can't--understand, choosing instead to create a world in which everything is exactly to his tastes, in which he exerts complete control, in which he can fulfill his needs by pleasuring and providing for someone else, someone who craves and desires just like him. Of course he wants to make Jungkook happy, he wants that very much. But he also looks out for his own happiness, and for Yoongi, an arrangement like this, becoming someone's daddy, is part of what's kept him happy for years. There's a difference between giving his time and affection and money to someone and giving away his heart. The former has always held more appeal. It's easier, more convenient with his demanding work and life. More fulfilling. And honestly, it simply feels better. Yoongi always knows where he stands.

And right now, in this moment, he can't imagine being anywhere else than wrapped around the younger boy. As soon as Jungkook walks into his embrace, Yoongi scoops him up in the towel, bundling him up and gently patting at his skin, making sure not to rub too harshly. A small hum of satisfaction escapes his lips, Yoongi nosing into the side of Jungkook's neck because his boy smells so good. He'd be tempted to let his touches wander, suck a mark into the sweet, clean skin if they weren't so tired. So he gives light kisses instead, peppering them down Jungkook's shoulder once he slips the towel away, catching the sleepy smile when he eventually pulls back. Yoongi wordlessly answers it with his own soft smile before grabbing the neat stack of clothes he had set aside for the younger boy. Yoongi slips the soft T-shirt over Jungkook's lean, but strong frame, helping him into another pair of dark briefs seconds later, dressing him as though it's the most natural thing in the world.

[toughkookie]

it's simple, easy, just like everything else is, the way that yoongi just takes care of him. jungkook lets it happen, lets himself fall into it, soaking it up, the way that yoongi effortlessly starts drying him off. and there's no denying it, the fact that jungkook can't, couldn't get this anywhere else. not this kind of attention, affection. it's special, something only his daddy can give him. only yoongi. and it makes him smile just as much as the nuzzle and press of soft kisses along his shoulder do, the way that yoongi always makes him feel so good, so validated, the way that he makes anything and everything so much more than worth it. as if it wasn't already.

jungkook allows yoongi to dress him without question, quietly shifting enough to help get the shirt on properly, to step into the clean, dark briefs that the older has chosen for him and help to tug them on. it's the things like this that he used to have a little bit of a harder time with. he used to flush with embarrassment, have a hard time not feeling childish or ridiculous, but time and the way that yoongi has coaxed him, reassured him, shown him just how good it can be to let go and be taken care of have made it that much easier. that much better. jungkook doesn't feel embarrassed now, not even an ounce of shame or uncertainty. he just feels all of the good things, safe and warm and happy, tired, ready to curl up with yoongi and fall asleep, satisfied with making his daddy so proud of him, with making him feel good, too. "thank you, daddy," he murmurs again once he's dry and dressed, obediently waiting for yoongi to lead the way to his bedroom first.

[starrystarrynight]

Yoongi's soft for the kid, incredibly so, but even he doesn't always spoil Jungkook as obviously as he's doing right now. All the soft kisses, affectionate touches and smiles, the way he dries off and dresses the younger boy with such care, making sure he's doing most of the work himself--it all comes back to rewarding how well Jungkook did. He's been such a good boy all day today, and that pride settles within Yoongi just as much as that bone-deep satisfaction does. He wants to treat him special, wants to lavish as much attention as he can on Jungkook so the boy can feel just how happy he's made Yoongi. It's not really a matter of positive reinforcement anymore, not when Jungkook's already taken to his role so willingly after the initial transition--it's about praising Jungkook for doing everything he possibly could today.

The thanks has the smile lingering on Yoongi's lips as his gaze sweeps over the boy's body, all heavy, sleepy limbs, now perfectly ready for bed. His hand follows the same path, trailing up the boy's arm, fondly smoothing out a wrinkle in his shirt. "Let's get some rest," he says after the quiet moment passes, leading Jungkook back into the bedroom and turning off the lights there as well. The city is just peaking through the curtains of his window, but the glow is soft, and his room is dark, and he has Jungkook here with him. Yoongi doesn't hesitate in slipping underneath the clean sheets he had put on earlier, knowing that Jungkook will be following right after him on the other side. Just like he knows the younger boy will curl up close, nestled comfortably against his chest, maybe a leg thrown over his own and a final goodnight kiss. It was almost painfully endearing the last time Jungkook had spontaneously done it, so warm and sweet Yoongi couldn't help but hold him that much closer.