kkaeppsong | [yoongi/jungkook] ; mic drop

[yoongi/jungkook] ; mic drop

they've been practicing for two hours already, and jungkook needs a fucking break. it's hard work and it doesn't help that the room they're in is shit, there's no kind of air circulation, nothing but heavy heat and he knew that this kind of shit, this kind of life wasn't glamorous before he ever took a step into it but still, fuck. he's already soaked through the black tshirt he wore today and he can feel the way that the sweat runs over his skin (and that's after dumping the last bottle of water over his head, relishing in the few moments of sweet relief before it started all over again).

who would have known that even something like this, even underground dancing would lead to this kind of shit. long hours of practice, perfecting, and sure, he asked for it when he agreed to join the crew. he asked for it when hoseok made him one of the lead dancers, and he proved himself. he wanted to prove himself. he can do it, he knows he can, can do this choreography better than most of the rest of the guys in here at this point so fuck it - if he needs another ten, he'll take another ten. and if it turns into fifteen, maybe even twenty, well - he couldn't possibly give less of a fuck. definitely not when he's sat up against the wall, leaning against it, downing half a water bottle in one go and idly watching while hoseok goes over the same eight count again with the rest of them, wondering how the hell it can be so difficult and simultaneously thanking it all for the opportunity to breathe and take a drink. as it stands, his breath is still coming in slight pants, muscles tingling as he runs a hand through his hair, damp from a mixture of water and sweat. he's contemplating emptying the rest of this bottle over his head too, letting his head fall back against the wall and closing his eyes in the meantime, because fuck. he deserves it. he knows he does.

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Yoongi doesn't settle for anything less than perfection when it comes to his performances. They're his fucking livelihood--(mostly) paying the bills, satisfying his hunger for long enough until he finds the next opportunity to pounce on. He's exactly right on stage, bleeding himself out from the tip of his tongue to the pads of his fingers, all for just a few minutes of that nirvana. That feeling is worth almost anything, and no work is too great for it either. That is, when work can actually happen. Yoongi curses at the sudden skittering of the music mid-practice, everything coming to an abrupt halt as he gets another welcome reminder of just how broke he is. He fiddles with the old stereo system he pawned off some cousin of a friend a year ago, waving off Hoseok's help. Gotta buy new shit, he puts on his endless mental to-do list. Gotta make money to buy new shit. It takes a good ten minutes and some tough love, but eventually Yoongi gets the hunk of plastic to start working again.

When he looks back up at the rest of the practice room, his gaze immediately snaps to the dark-haired boy in the corner, lounging against the wall. He sticks out for precisely that reason, the rest of the crew going over the moves, stretching out sore muscles, still present in the moment. Apparently Jungkook thinks the impromptu break is as good as any reason to go and do whatever the fuck he wants. Yoongi can't deny that he's a good dancer--more than good, maybe the only one in the room who actually has the technical skills to match Hoseok's choreography--but that's about as high as his opinion goes. Everything left over he could easily do without.

Yoongi doesn't waste time in coming over, nudging the boy's knee with the toe of his boot to force his attention back. They've already wasted enough time as it is. "Off your ass, Jeon," he says none too gently, watching those eyes open back up as he hovers above the younger boy. "We're not finished tonight. The last run is still sloppy."

jungkook doesn't know how long it's been already. he doesn't even take any notice of anyone approaching him until someone is right in front of him, nudging at him with their foot none too gently. immediately, his brow furrows, he's ready to tell off whoever the fuck it is but then he hears the sound of that familiar voice and the words briefly catch on his tongue. instead, he opens his eyes to look up at yoongi - of course it's yoongi, who the fuck else would it be - already settling an unimpressed, bored kind of expression on him. it's no secret that the older man is talented as fuck - of course he is, he's nothing short of incredible and jungkook knows that. but it's also no secret that the two of them have a tendency to clash, to get under each other's skin - the fact that he's hot as hell doesn't mean jungkook doesn't think he's fucking irritating sometimes.

like right now, when jungkook's breath is still coming harder and heavier than usual. when he's not quite done taking his breather yet, because fuck, he's still a person, people need to breathe sometimes. he doesn't move, half because why should he and half because he just knows that it will piss yoongi off more. just like the way that he simply closes his eyes again, lets his head fall back to where it was against the wall. "it's not sloppy when i do it," he counters, still sharp enough even when he's tired, and he finishes it off with a "fuck off" for good measure.

The snarky response is pretty much what Yoongi expected. The kid's got strong legs, his moves are sharp, stage presence on a whole different level than over half the guys on Hoseok's crew, but his cockiness is as big as his talent. And when you're still just a no-name in the underground scene, one of so many young faces trying to make it, carrying an ego like that is only going to get you so far. And more often than not, it's going to get your ass beat. Yoongi has seen Jungkook's hotheadedness flare up over the dumbest shit--including this moment right here. Why Jungkook even thinks this is an argument is beyond him.

Yoongi merely blinks at the profanity, just as unimpressed with the other's behavior. He's had enough fuck you's tossed his way over the years that the words hold little effect, just like the boy's pissy attitude leaves little room for sympathy. "It wasn't a question," Yoongi deadpans, scanning over the way Jungkook's shirt sticks to his chest like a second skin, sweat pooling in his bare collarbones, beading his hairline. Maybe his gaze lingers a bit too long on the image of Jungkook panting and slouching underneath him, looking a mess. Or he's checking for actual signs of exhaustion or injury, neither of which seem to exist. "I'm not waiting, either."

jungkook doesn't really know yoongi well, or too much at all, really. but he knows him well enough to know that the comment isn't going to phase him, that telling him to fuck off isn't going to make it happen, if anything it'll only make yoongi want to bite back at him that much more. but jungkook doesn't give a shit. if anything, maybe he likes it. because he does like that kind of shit, because sometimes it feels like he lives for it, the adrenaline, looking for a hit of it anywhere he can get it - whether it's the kind of high that only comes from dancing, or the feeling of picking a fight, getting into some shit, the kind of mess that he doesn't really take too seriously. maybe doesn't take seriously enough, but it doesn't matter. jungkook isn't afraid, not scared of anything. now even yoongi. especially not yoongi.

so that's why the response doesn't phase him, either. he doesn't even bother to open his eyes this time, at least not at first. the initial response that yoongi gives makes him scoff slightly, a hint of something between a grin and a smirk tugging at his mouth. he finally decides to open them again just in time to catch the tail end of yoongi looking at him a little too long. jungkook doesn't react in any way but to give him the full smirk this time, a simple "yeah? you're not the boss of me."

It's obvious that Jungkook knows what exactly he's doing, somehow knows Yoongi just enough to hit all his buttons like it's some kind of sport. Usually, Yoongi doesn't entertain shit like this. Usually, whoever is on the receiving end of this kind of talk simply shuts up and does what they're told. Yoongi has no problem playing bad cop when he sees the crew slacking in some way, telling them off when they're not giving their all. The other boys don't even cross that line with him anymore, because they know he doesn't fuck around with things as important as his music. Jungkook knows that, too. He just doesn't care. And now it is starting to irritate Yoongi.

The smirk hanging on Jungkook's lips sets him on edge before it even fully gets there. Something about it makes the angles in the boy's face sharper. Makes him somehow appear older, even with the childish taunt. Yoongi kind of hates that he's so objectively attractive, that even an expression like that can look good on him. But he hates the lack of gratitude ten times more. "Who do you think is the reason why you're even here tonight?" Yoongi retorts, heat growing underneath the cool voice. It's enough to have Hoseok glance over at the pair warily, already sensing an impending fight, but Yoongi pays him no attention. "You wanna dance at my performance and get paid at my gig? You better fucking get used to me calling the shots. Now get to your position."

Edited 2017-09-29 02:34 (UTC)

maybe that's exactly why jungkook is like this, exactly why he reacts to yoongi this way - because it's clear enough that the older man is used to calling the shots. and jungkook doesn't doubt that yoongi has put in work. he doesn't doubt that he's earned his place, clawed his way up from the bottom and all of that shit. it's clear he's talented, there's no arguments there. but even so - jungkook is a spitfire at the best of times. and he doesn't much care for being talked down to, lumped in with the rest of them, other dancers who don't have half the skill that he does simply because he's young, because he hasn't been around quite as long. proving yourself doesn't always have to go hand in hand with longevity. maybe jungkook is out to prove that.

or maybe there's just something about yoongi that gets under his skin. maybe it's unrelated, maybe he just likes pissing him off, maybe it's a spark of something different, something interesting to break up the routine. in the end, it doesn't much matter what it is. yoongi's words still don't phase him. jungkook isn't scared of him, he just keeps a level stare on him the whole time, a hint of that smirk still lingering just to make yoongi that much more irritated by it all. "i'm here because of hobi hyung," he corrects, and really, all this cocky attitude isn't baseless. it's all because he knows he has it. he knows he doesn't need more rehearsal to land the movements. he knows that as soon as he gets into position, he'll kill it and get the satisfaction of yoongi having to notice, whether he wants to or not. "chill the fuck out, princess. i'm coming. as soon as i finish this." he wiggles the water bottle still in his hand a little, just to make his point.

Yoongi knows he's being tough on the kid. He's tough on everyone who should know better. The thing is, Yoongi has never looked down on Jungkook because of his age. Struggling when you're young is just about the worst spot to be in, and Yoongi's had more than his fair share of it. He moved out when he was barely fifteen and has spent the last ten years clawing to get to where he is today--he'd be no better than the assholes grinding his dreams down if he turned around and gave the same treatment to Jungkook. Putting aside his own feelings about the boy, Yoongi gave him a fair shot. He eventually let him sub last minute in his performance, he paid him what he earned even though it was off the books, he spoke with Hoseok about keeping him as a co-lead without having him go through a formal audition. Seeing Jungkook in action, dancing well under intense pressure and Yoongi's own scrutiny, was worth more than an audition.

A part of Yoongi mulls that Jungkook might not be aware of all those considerations made. It was never just because of Hoseok. But the larger part of him doesn't care. If the kid doesn't have the humility and reasoning skills to figure out that he should probably respect the people who helped pick him up, if he thinks practicing with his team is so far beneath him because he's already fucking perfect, then why is Yoongi wasting any more of his time?

That extra bit of patience Yoongi managed to hold onto is completed shot as soon as Jungkook mocks him. Him, Min Yoongi. Maybe he would laugh at how ridiculous it was if he wasn't already wound up, something about Jungkook and his tone and the way he's fucking waving his water as a sign to wait even more creeping under his skin. So he knocks the bottle straight out of Jungkook's hand instead, so fast it's already thudding against the mirrored wall before the other has any time to react. Echoes like a stinging slap across the room.

"Call me that again," Yoongi's voice hardens, gaze boring down on Jungkook, "and you can go suck my dick." Walk right out this door and see how far you get on your own. Yoongi wouldn't stop him.

the thing is, maybe there is a part of jungkook, somewhere deep down inside that knows all of that. maybe he at least has an inkling of it, of the kinds of strings that need to be pulled in order for him to be in the position that he's in. but either way, it doesn't matter. because even if he does, his attitude doesn't change. even if he does, he's still going to believe the same things before anything else - that it all comes down to him. that it's because of him, he wouldn't be here if he hadn't earned it, if he hadn't proved himself, if he didn't have the kind of skill necessary. he wouldn't be here if he didn't have what it took, and he knows that. just like he knows damn well that yoongi knows that, too, regardless of anything else surrounding the situation.

but even if yoongi does know that, it doesn't seem to matter, either. the two of them are still going to have that constant push and pull, they're still going to bump up against each other, still going to butt heads. that much has been clear from the jump, and right now is no different. perhaps there's a part of jungkook that should have expected it, the way that yoongi smacks the water bottle out of his hand and sends it flying against the mirrored wall, whatever was left inside spilling out over the ground before he can do much at all. even if the action shocks him, takes him by surprise, even if it makes that something simmer under his skin a little more intensely than before - jungkook does his best not to show it. he would rather get at yoongi by keeping it together, at least on the surface, and, hey, it helps that the older man is still fucking hot, even when he's being an asshole.

it only makes it that much easier. easier to relax back into his position once the initial moment of shock has passed by, easier to tip his head back a little further, looking up at yoongi with slightly hooded eyes, a gaze that's clearly giving back just as much as he's getting. maybe it's something like a challenge, and that's before he responds with something that's a little more clear, at least to that point. "alright." it's simple enough, and jungkook can't help but grin slightly all over again. "if you want me to."

Edited 2017-10-03 02:23 (UTC)

Yoongi catches just a glimpse of it before Jungkook settles back into that fucking wise ass posture, acting like the threat and now empty water bottle didn't do anything to shake him. It's not really the point, anyway. He's still pushing Yoongi, practically egging him on in the quiet way he relaxes, as though he has nothing to fear. In that moment, Jungkook reminds him of himself. Silky black hair feathers across the boy's skin as he tips his head back against the wall, snapping that hooded gaze straight up to Yoongi's own level pair. It's a heavy look, weighing Yoongi's stomach down with something he'd rather not give a name too. It also feels like something of a challenge, the kid's dark eyes lit up and fixated on him, already grinning before it even reaches his lips.

It's just a bluff--bratty, spontaneous, ridiculous--except that Yoongi isn't actually sure. He just stares at Jungkook, feeling the muscles in his neck tighten and the weight in his stomach sink a little lower at even the suggestion. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it once or twice, especially during their more heated exchanges. Pretty boy with a tight body like Jungkook, they always look good on their knees. Perfect eyes for it, too. Maybe the looks Yoongi's raked over him in the practice room and smoke-filled bars haven't been entirely subtle. Maybe the kid's bating him, teasing at the corner of something that'll never really reveal itself. Maybe he means it.

Yoongi kind of wants to find out.

"Hoseok, keep practice going. I need a word with Jungkook outside." The words leave no room for argument, and he doesn't get one. Three seconds flat and the heavy bass of his track is filling the room just as he's leaving it, knowing without needing to look over his shoulder that the kid is following him. He silently leads the way, the only gesture at all being the long fingers that tighten the slack bandana in his hair. It's the same thing he does before working the stage on weekends. He doesn't stop until he reaches the men's bathroom at the end of the hallway. It's grimy, disgusting, and probably has never seen better days, period--it also has a single stall that Yoongi crams them both into. Easing himself back against the frame, Yoongi clicks the lock into place, lazily sizing up the younger boy without a word. And then, tossing the challenge right back: "Alright."

jungkook knows that it's a challenge. he knows it as soon as the words leave his mouth, though he doesn't know if yoongi is going to take him up on it. he doesn't know if yoongi is going to take it seriously, if he meant it seriously when he even threw the words out there in the first place. just like jungkook knows that it's a challenge, he also knows that it's a pretty fucking big one. it's a dangerous game to play, whatever game this is between them right now. maybe he does it because he has a pretty good idea of whether or not yoongi will be the kind of guy who'd find himself interested. maybe he does it because he wants to, plain and simple. maybe it's a lot of things, but in the end, that really doesn't matter. all that matters is that barely any time passes before yoongi seems to be calling him on it right back, because jungkook isn't an idiot. he knows what it means when yoongi says that they need a word outside. and there's something that shakes and heats up underneath his skin on the way out of the room, down the hall to the shitty, disgusting bathroom, following yoongi without any other words about it.

it doesn't change his demeanor at all. it definitely doesn't stop him from keeping that easy, cocky half-grin on his face even as yoongi is crowding them into the stall, locking the door behind them, as if either of them are really the type to give a shit whether they're found out or not. then again, maybe yoongi is that kind of guy. the kind of guy who doesn't want anyone to know he gets his cock sucked by pretty boys. the thought amuses jungkook that much more, right around the same time that yoongi sets his gaze on him, that lazy once over that already gives a slight pull of satisfaction deep in jungkook's stomach. the single word is the confirmation, as if none of the rest of this was obvious enough, and jungkook sure as hell isn't going to back down now.

"alright," he echos back, right around the same time that he lowers himself down, drops to his knees with a slow and almost surprising amount of grace. the space is tight but he still manages to make it work, looking up at yoongi as his hands waste no time in sliding to the front of his pants, working them open. "you've gotta get hard first. think you can do that for me?"

Yoongi wasn’t being literal before. At all. It was nothing more than a thinly veiled threat, Jungkook skating on thin ice the more he ran his mouth. But, well, he's also not above changing course if it means Jungkook between his legs, running his mouth in a different way. He hasn't had someone as hot as the kid in a long ass time, heat starting to drip down the length of Yoongi's spine while he watches Jungkook slink down. He drops to his knees a little too smoothly for this to be his first time, even with that lithe dancer's body. Not like that matters at all. All Yoongi cares about in this single moment is getting it good and giving it back just as good--because fuck it, he can want this. He can do whatever the fuck he wants. If his previous attempts at putting Jungkook in his place didn't work, then why the hell not.

Yoongi tilts his hips forward off the door, just enough to accommodate the hands undoing the zipper of his ripped jeans. Dark eyes follow the slow movement, and he's already imagining the warmth of that touch on his cock instead, hands nearly as big as his own, masculine and pretty as they size him up. A nice base. The light pressure already has him twitching in his underwear, cheap, off-brand boxers that offer little resistance, and Yoongi licks his bottom lip once, leaving behind a glossy finish underneath the dim, artificial light. The question almost tugs at him, almost the hint of a smile. Still a fucking brat even when at eye-level with his dick.

"Why don't you give me a reason to be," he remarks lowly, almost sounding bored. If Jungkook isn't going to put in the proper work for practice, then he'll do it here. The kid's supposed to be good at everything, isn't he?

it's expected, or at least, it probably should have been. of course the response that yoongi gives to jungkook then would just be more of a challenge, more of that push and pull, that tension that always seems to exist between them no matter what. nothing is easy when it comes to the older man. that's always been clear, and it's no different right now. but maybe there's something about that that only pushes his desire further. maybe there's something about it that catches his interest, the way that yoongi never gives into his shit. something about someone who's willing to meet him play by play is incredibly hot in a way that even jungkook can't deny, can't even come close to it. and, well, in a situation like this, why would he even try?

if there was ever a time to embrace it, to be okay with just how sexually attracted he is to yoongi, now is it. of course, it helps that he simply likes doing it, likes sucking guys off and knows that he's not too bad at it, either. just another way for him to show off, and jungkook really can't deny that the idea of getting yoongi vulnerable at all, of having the power just to make him feel good, to make him cum is enough to get him feeling hot all on its own.

he's not timid or gentle about the way he undoes the button and zipper on yoongi's tight jeans. he isn't afraid to tug them down and out of the way, especially when the older man is lifting his hips from the wall, helping him out that much, at least. he doesn't go for his boxers right away, though. instead, he slides his hand over the front of them, feeling out the length of yoongi's cock the best he can, kneading his palm against it, encouraging some kind of reaction. "hm.. the thought of cumming in my mouth isn't enough for you?" the words come a moment later, a little quieter, a little lower but with no less attitude behind them as his gaze flicks from what he's doing back up to yoongi's face. "or d'you wanna do it somewhere else?"

Something nice and heavy settles over Yoongi once the kid starts feeling him up, tracing the outline of his cock through the thin material of his boxers. It all becomes that much more real with Jungkook actually touching him, obediently working to get him up, just like he was told to do. And yeah, it's real nice when Jungkook listens. Yoongi finds himself relaxing back into the door frame, hips still slightly lifted as his jeans hang forgotten around his thighs. There's a sharp heat in the way Jungkook kneads into him, practically massaging his dick with his palm, and Yoongi can feel himself twitch in obvious interest. The heat coils, pools into his belly as the kid teases against his head. It's even worse when Jungkook starts talking. Then again, it usually is.

The boy's mouth is filthy enough on it's own, with or without Yoongi's cum. That much is becoming real fucking clear, and it's turning Yoongi on far faster than the last guy who got in his pants. He just stares at the suggestive glint in Jungkook's eyes, the way he looks up at him through those incredibly dark lashes--and fuck. Not even ten minutes ago Yoongi was ready to kick Jungkook out of the studio, and now here he is half-undressed, half-hard, entertaining a conversation about blowing a load inside the boy's ass. Yoongi's nails scratch at chipped paint, the rest of his body tensing in that deliciously familiar way he hasn't felt since he last fucked someone. It hadn't been anything special, just a quickie with a stranger after one of his last sets. Now he's picturing Jungkook bent over for him. Spreading his long legs for him. Begging for his cock the way the last guy did. Only Yoongi has the feeling he wouldn't be the type to beg--he'd demand it like the insufferable brat he is.

"Always getting ahead of yourself." There's a click of Yoongi's tongue, a mock disapproving sort of sound as his hand slides down to Jungkook's. He covers the younger boy's fingers and gives a firm squeeze, the pressure and added warmth against his dick so fucking good. It's a not so subtle reminder to the kid to finish what he started. It's also kind of hot, watching their joined hands, before he moves to swipe a thumb across Jungkook's fuller bottom lip, indulging in the feel. "Wanna feel that pretty little mouth first."

it doesn't take long for yoongi to start getting hard. jungkook takes note of that, the way that he can feel his cock giving a twitch of interest underneath his palm almost immediately, and it makes him grin slightly. it's always good, getting to someone like this. it's something that jungkook likes, likes to play this game, likes to get guys nice and hard and desperate for him - it's just an added bonus when it's someone as attractive as yoongi. and even moreso that it's yoongi himself, given his attitude and everything else leading up to this point. it hasn't even started yet, and jungkook is already thinking this has good potential to be the best blowjob he's ever given.

he takes his time, continuing to knead against the growing hardness just underneath the thin fabric separating them. he can feel everything, right down to the way the rest of yoongi's body seems to tense if he presses his thumb over the head with just the right amount of pressure, the way something in him is responding to jungkook's suggestive question. still, he waits for the answer, big eyes still trained up on the older man, fingers never stopping, intent on coaxing him to full hardness before he does anything else.

the answer isn't exactly what jungkook expected, but then, it seems like with yoongi, he might as well just throw any and all expectations right out the fucking window. still, he can't deny the way that yoongi reaches down to press him harder against his clothed cock is hot, has jungkook squeezing around him with more pressure even after yoongi lets go in favor of sliding his thumb over jungkook's lip instead. there's no hesitation in the way that jungkook flicks his tongue against in, or in the way that a moment later he's shifting just enough to slide yoongi's thumb into his mouth. he works his tongue against it a couple of times before he slowly pulls his mouth up and back off, a preview of what else is coming, still holding that eye contact the whole time.

Maybe Yoongi doesn't want to admit just how effective that suggestion was. Maybe it's a little too much to wrap his head around at the moment, especially when his dick is doing most of the thinking, everything filtered through his own arousal. Maybe he doesn't know if Jungkook is just continuing to tease him for the sake of teasing him. Maybe he wants Jungkook to work for it more, show him how serious he is about getting fucked by his hyung. Maybe it's all of that, to some degree. But Yoongi doesn't let any of it show. He's used to keeping his doubts and desires concealed underneath a calm demeanor, a far cry from the passion that erupts from the moment he sets foot on stage.

But this isn't a stage right now, and he's not Suga, not Yoongi the rapper, the composer, the writer the leader of the pack. Right now he's just Min Yoongi, 25 years old and crammed into a shitty bathroom stall, needing any sort of relief from this tension that's been brewing for far too long. He's allowed to have his privacy in the form of this locked door, and he'll damn well do whatever he pleases behind it. His breath hitches ever so slightly as Jungkook suddenly takes his thumb in his mouth, laving at it with a few quick strokes of his tongue. Yoongi doesn't pull away, doesn't look away from those big fucking eyes--doesn't know if he could even if he wanted to. He simply lets the younger boy suck at his skin, the little show and Jungkook's insistent touching more than getting him the rest of the way there.

By the time he's released, Yoongi's straining against his boxers, precum beading at the tip, and he kind of wants to just fuck Jungkook's mouth right then and there. He also really fucking wants that tongue over every inch of him. "Go on," he drawls, voice thick from arousal and that same lazy attitude from before. His satoori just peeks through as he gives Jungkook an even clearer set of instructions. "No more hands."

yoongi doesn't betray much. it's barely anything at all, because it's clear that the older man is more than a little well versed in keeping himself calm, steady. his exterior is just as calm, cool, unshakable as it always is. jungkook is all too used to that expression, the same one he's seen countless times before, even in the midst of their back and forth exchanges. the only time it really breaks, transforms into something else is whenever yoongi is on stage, when he's performing - and jungkook can't deny just how hot he finds it, how attractive, the way he practically overflows with stage presence, comes alive in so many ways that seem to be reserved only for that. he can't deny, either, that it would be nice to break him from that kind of hold - just a little bit. just enough.

he doesn't betray much, but he doesn't pull away, either. he keeps his gaze locked on jungkook's, doesn't try to move away from it when jungkook's mouth is wrapped around his thumb, tongue laving at his skin, a crude imitation of what's coming next. even better, because jungkook can feel just how much it's getting to yoongi, all of it. he can feel yoongi getting harder, is pretty sure he can feel the start of something wet gathering at the tip when he presses his thumb in against it through the fabric right around the time that yoongi urges him to keep going, gives him some instruction a moment later, enough to pull a smirk to jungkook's lips. yoongi wants it, and at least right now, that's enough to get him to listen.

jungkook doesn't waste time. it isn't difficult to slide his palm off of yoongi's cock after one last squeeze, to trail his fingers up, to hook them in the waistband of the older man's boxers and tug them down until they're forgotten around his thighs, joining his jeans, perfectly out of the way. still, he doesn't listen entirely - the first thing that jungkook does is curl his fingers around the length of yoongi's cock, giving a few slow, thorough strokes. "mm.." he hums in the back of his throat, gaze flicking from yoongi's cock back up to his face. "been a while since i had a cock this big." he licks his lips, steadies yoongi's cock at the base with his fingers while he licks a slow stripe up from the base all the way to the tip. that alone is enough to coax a soft groan of interest from his own throat, taking a few moments to lap at the head, get a good taste of him before he's sinking down, letting his lips stretch around yoongi properly and taking in as much of him as he can in one go.

Should have expected Jungkook wouldn't exactly follow orders. This time, though, Yoongi can't bring himself to care--not when it means Jungkook's fingers tugging his boxers out of the way and tightening around him instead, stroking nice and slow and smearing the precum across his skin. Jungkook stepping out of line in the practice room is unacceptable on a lot of different levels, him always talking back at Yoongi a nuisance at best, though even Yoongi can't explain what it is about the younger boy. Why him in particular can set him on edge so quickly, with barely even a spark. Yoongi's handled himself just fine with some big fucking trash over the years, but not one of them has left him feeling the way it feels when Jungkook gets under his skin. No one has ever lingered enough under his skin for it to matter. Some nights it hits him hard, unexpectedly, before he even has the chance to play dumb.

Yoongi can practically feel that low hum against his dick, without Jungkook even touching him. Even the thought of the vibrations, massaged by the kid's tight throat while he thrusts in deep, are enough to get to him. His voice is enough to get to him, Yoongi smirking at the all too familiar remark, the hunger in the flattery--all the more reason to show this kid exactly who's in charge. And maybe he would have said something right then, if it weren't for the sharp pleasure of Jungkook's tongue coating every inch of him, kittenish licks at the head that have Yoongi's hips jerking forward. There's no time for Yoongi to properly enjoy the feeling before Jungkook has his mouth around him, the older man watching with a sort of glazed interest as his cock slowly but surely disappears inside. And damn, if Jungkook doesn't look good like this. Lips stretched too wide, rosy and slick, cheekbones hollowed out, those pretty eyes still trained on him, framed by dark hair Yoongi's fingers are itching to sink into. It's even better than what he imagined, and he finds himself very slowly relaxing his back against the door, hips still canted up, holding his dick inside of Jungkook. "Let's see if you can handle it then." A shallow, rolling thrust has the boy taking just a little bit more. It's not enough to choke, not enough for Yoongi to actually put forth the effort--he does it just to watch Jungkook take it. Yoongi lifts an eyebrow, appraising Jungkook with a cool heat. "Or if you're all talk."

jungkook is just getting started. he's barely done anything yet, just enough to get a taste, to barely start to get a feel for just how heavy yoongi's cock is on his tongue. it's certainly not enough. it isn't anywhere near enough, and it instantly makes him want more. makes him want more of the taste of him, of the feeling of yoongi thrusting into his throat and opening him up. makes him want to make yoongi lose himself, to know what it sounds like when the rapper is caught up in his own pleasure, just what he's like when he cums.

yoongi's expression may be difficult to read, but his body isn't holding back quite as much. it's all obvious, the way that his hips twitch forward with the feeling of jungkook's tongue, the way he slowly leans back and yet rolls his hips forward at the same time, giving jungkook a little bit more. making sure he takes it all. yoongi's voice washes over jungkook in a way that he probably should expect, but doesn't. it makes him want to groan, so he does, makes sure it's nice and good around yoongi's cock, knows he'll feel it and there's no shame in letting the rapper know he likes getting his cock in his mouth this much. jungkook isn't all talk. he never has been, not in anything that he does, and he's going to make damn sure that yoongi knows that by the time they're finished here. so he gives it another brief moment before he's reaching up, steadying himself with one hand against yoongi's thigh so he can start moving. so he can suck yoongi off properly, so he can bob his head back and forth, settle into a pace that's good and thorough, purposely taking in more and more of yoongi's cock with every time he sinks back down around him, his own gaze growing steadily darker, more touched out as the seconds tick by, still stubbornly trained on yoongi's face.

As far as Yoongi's concerned, Jungkook's a little too much talk all on his own. Talking back, talking out of turn, talking just for the sake of it, filling up Yoongi's personal space with too slick words and a mocking little light in the corners of his eyes. Truly, this is the first time Yoongi's actually been able to properly shut him up--apparently all it took was shoving his dick down the younger boy's throat, but it's not like he's complaining. Shit, Yoongi would have probably done this a lot sooner had he known. Had he realized the kid was going to open up so nice for him, as content as a cat lapping up a prize meal, and yeah. Jungkook's done this before. He's done this plenty of times before.

Because the way he sinks down around Yoongi's cock, groaning, tongue curling with a wicked sort of heat, has Yoongi's own toes curling in his busted sneakers. The hand against his thigh scorches straight through to his skin, and Yoongi can only watch with those some dark, glazed eyes as Jungkook starts up a wet, tortuous rhythm. Soon every inch of him is swallowed up, Jungkook's expression nothing short of greedy as he holds him in deep. Like he has something to prove. Fuck. Yoongi nudges the back of the boy's throat with every other bob of his head, so blindingly tight he can't hold back the soft, broken moan slipping past his lips. Some things are just too good to stay silent about, even for him. "God, you fucking love it." The itch in Yoongi's hands finally urges him forward, has fingers tangling in Jungkook's already messy hair and gripping hard. The next time Jungkook goes deep Yoongi keeps him there, pushing down with just enough strength to have the boy's nose graze against his stomach. "Love blowing hyung's big cock, hm?" Not that he needs to be strong. Something tells Yoongi that Jungkook would bend to him regardless.

it's funny, really. because with the way that their relationship has been up until now, the tension, the constant back and forth - it seems all too predictable, just how this kind of thing should turn out. like another power play, another tug of war, another way to see just which one of them is going to bend first. and in some ways, maybe it is - but only some. jungkook isn't all talk, and he also isn't the kind of guy who's going to put on a show just for the hell of it. if he's going to fuck someone, if he's going to suck them off, he's going to get exactly what he wants. there isn't any shame in that, in wanting to submit to someone; just because jungkook's more than ready to take yoongi's cock just about anywhere he'd like to put it, it doesn't mean he'll let everything else slide.

right now, though, all he needs to think about is this. it's all that he can think about, all he can focus on, the way yoongi feels, hot and heavy on his tongue. the way he's big enough to nudge at the back of his throat before jungkook is even trying, and god, thank fuck he was able to train his gag reflex back enough to allow for this kind of thing. because it's hot as hell, because it's messy and all kinds of filthy but that's exactly why it gets to him so much. watching yoongi start to fall into the feeling more, hearing his voice, feeling the tight grip of those fingers in his hair. jungkook can't help it, doesn't want to help it, is shameless about groaning around the length of him, fingers tightening against yoongi's thigh slightly when he forces him down, holds him there, makes him stay. jungkook could fight it, if he wanted to. he could pull back, could break free, but he doesn't. instead, he lets yoongi keep him there for a good few seconds, pulls back for another slow bob, not quite as deep on purpose. the next time he sinks down he takes him in all the way, lets the head of yoongi's cock hit the back of his throat and then some, closing his eyes so he can swallow around him for good measure. maybe he just wants more, more of the feeling, more of the praise. maybe he is proving a point. either way, he's shameless about the way he lets his free hand drop to rub and squeeze at himself through the material of his jeans.

Yoongi doesn't expect an answer. He doesn't give Jungkook a space for one, and regardless, it's more than obvious in the way the kid is blowing him how much he's enjoying himself. This isn't some forced job, there's no bitter disposition, not even a hint of hesitation. He's living for this shit, groaning even hotter around the length of his cock. Yoongi feels drunk on the way he lays against the boy's tongue, how much he fills him up as the other just takes it. Doesn't even come up gasping and choking on his dick the way Yoongi's used to seeing with other boys who think they can handle him--instead he just goes back in for the kill. One second Yoongi's jerking up into the shallow bob and the next he's tossing his head back hard against the door, balls deep in Jungkook's throat all over again. Somehow even deeper, harder than before. Fuck, does this kid even have a gag reflex? Yoongi can practically feel himself carving out a space inside the boy's throat.

Yoongi's own eyes squeeze shut at the intensity of pleasure rolling through him in thick waves. Starting to pant now, starting to shudder slightly from the way Jungkook manages to swallow tight around him. The pads of his fingers rub absentmindedly into the boy's scalp, every muscle in him going loose as he goes somewhere hot, somewhere hazy. A blowjob like this, Yoongi could probably forget his own damn name. His mind drifts on its own, imagines Jungkook sinking to his knees for countless other men, nameless, faceless men who can just as easily have him. Who probably did have him. Maybe it's the possessive clench in his chest or the weight of their tension or something else entirely, but when Yoongi opens his eyes and sees Jungkook touching himself, he doesn't even think about his reaction. The slack grip suddenly tightens, and he's tugging Jungkook right off his dick with a wet pop, baring that throat he was just starting to fuck into a sloppy mess. Jungkook loves it, alright. Loves it so much he forgot his place. "What did I say about no hands, Jeon?" And this time, Yoongi very much expects an answer.

there's something especially good about the satisfaction that comes from hearing the way that he's getting to yoongi right now. jungkook loves it, only wishes he could keep his eyes open while he deepthroats yoongi like this so that he could see the look on his face, so that he could know what it was like when his head fell back against the wall, when maybe he started to realize just how much jungkook is capable of giving him. because he is. god, he is, and he's going to keep giving it to him. going to keep taking, keep letting yoongi sink deeper and deeper, keep sucking him off until he loses himself, until jungkook can take pleasure in knowing that it was him and only him that made him fall apart.

jungkook wants it. god, does he want it. and everything about yoongi seems to be telling him that he's on the right track, that he's going to get it. from the way that he's panting, breathing loud and harsh enough for jungkook to pick it up without even having to try, to the shudders that run through him, the way that jungkook can feel his muscles tense and relax underneath the grip he's still got on yoongi's thigh, like his body isn't sure exactly what it wants to do. it's good. it's really fucking good, even if it's getting harder to breathe. even if jungkook can feel it getting wetter, messier by the second, only making him press harder against his clothed cock, throbbing and straining against his jeans, begging him for some kind of attention the longer this goes on. that is, until it stops going on. until one second he's got yoongi's cock down his throat and the next he's completely empty, left panting and breathing hard, staring up at yoongi with dazed, dark eyes. he was so into it it takes a few seconds for everything else to catch up, and jungkook brings the hand that was on yoongi's thigh up to wipe at his mouth, the other still right where it was, unwilling to move, especially when yoongi's tone, the way he just pulled him off only makes him even harder. "who said you're the only one who gets to cum?"

Yoongi's torn, just as he usually is with this kid. He sees so much potential in Jungkook, but his moves are unpredictable, potentially dangerous with the wrong people in the wrong places; wants to encourage him and set him straight in the same breath; wants to watch him climb up the ranks of this strange scene and leave him behind at the same time, because at the end of the day what is it even worth to him? He remembers thinking it was a waste of time before, why he was even investing so much in the kid. Investing so much without much return. This is undoubtedly the biggest return Yoongi's ever gotten. And even though he wouldn't want to admit it, Jungkook being so fucking into it has a lot to do with that. Yoongi watches the way the younger boy continues to rub shamelessly against his dance sweats, half-hard from sucking him off and nothing else. It's definitely a first for him in these shitty stalls.

And it's fucking hot. And it's not why Jungkook is here. But god damn. Yoongi's fingers tighten their grip in his soft hair, staring down at those dark, glazed eyes, lips panting and slick with precum, expression utterly lost for a few heavy seconds he savors with too much satisfaction. Following the trail of those fingers as they wipe at the mess at his mouth. He smirks when Jungkook bites back with that expected line, laughing with a low, husky sound. "That'll be your reward." Without giving Jungkook much time to catch his breath he gives a pull, dragging Jungkook's pretty mouth all over his cock, shoving him in the heat he created. "After a job well done."

jungkook isn't ashamed about it. he wouldn't be ashamed to admit that it would likely be so easy for him to get off like this, just like this, palming and rubbing at himself through his clothes while yoongi fucks his throat. he's perfectly content to do just that, too, so long as yoongi lets him - but it doesn't look like yoongi is going to, and something about that sends an even sharper thrill up jungkook's spine, has his cock twitching slightly in a cross between interest and desperation.

because it's been a while since he was with someone like this. in fact, jungkook isn't even entirely sure that he ever has been with someone like this - someone unafraid to take what they want, yet still observant, watching every reaction and playing off of it, building on the tension between them that only keeps rising. it's starting to seem like they might just be a perfect fucking match, at least when it comes to this, and jungkook is all the more sure of it when yoongi is tugging him forward like that, forcing his mouth against his cock again, and along with it, another breathless groan. jungkook could tease, if he really wanted to. he could play the game the way yoongi likely expects he will, but the truth is that right now he's so fucking turned on and he just wants to feel more of it, wants yoongi down his throat, more of that feeling he wasn't done with yet. so instead he takes it in stride, regains his balance enough to rub his lips along the head of yoongi's cock before he's taking him in again, taking him in deep, relaxing his throat and letting his hand fall back to its place on yoongi's thigh for the leverage. he squeezes lightly, enough to let him know that he wants this, fuck he wants this, to try and encourage yoongi to fuck his mouth the way he knows he wants to the best he can while he's already got it full, unwilling to pull back to tell him to do it.

Yoongi still can't get over the image. Jungkook looks all kinds of gorgeous roughed up like this, knees scraping against unforgiving cement floor with his lips shiny from Yoongi's cock, head bowed toward him as though there's a magnet pulling them close. And hell, maybe there is, given how little the younger boy even needs any sort of encouragement. One good shove and he's mouthing against his dick like a good boy should, getting him nice and wet before deep throating him properly not three seconds later. Something burns inside of Yoongi, watching it happen all over again, seeing himself disappear inside the kid like a fucking magic trick. Somehow going deeper, deeper, and god, it's so good. The sharp squeeze against his thigh so good because Yoongi knows, and he isn't going to let Jungkook off easy. He knows that anything less than that would just be an insult to the dancer. And how can Yoongi say no?

His other hand comes up to curl around the back of Jungkook's neck, firm enough to make an impression as he thrusts in home. The boy's throat is so relaxed, so open for him, and before he even really starts he knows it's going to be impossible to stop. Yoongi isn't thinking about whether or not the kid's jerking himself off to this anymore. He isn't thinking about the fact that anyone else could be in this room, he isn't thinking about Hoseok and the others wondering what the fuck happened to them, and he sure as hell isn't thinking about anything past this moment. The only thing firing through his brain is fucking Jungkook good and hard--and he does. His back curves forward, shoulders tense as he hunches above the younger boy, gripping him tight so there's nothing else for him to do but take the brutal pace. The sounds are absolutely filthy, way too loud, and he doesn't care. Everything in him shakes as his hips snap forward, an accidental graze of teeth knocking the wind straight out of him. "Fuck." The word is nothing more than a clawing in his stomach, raw need lodged in his throat. The pleasure's almost more than he can take, but Yoongi doesn't want it to end.

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jungkook knows that yoongi isn't going to wait anymore. he can't explain how or why, maybe it's something in the way he's looking at him, or maybe it just has to do with how hard the older man is, how much jungkook knows he must be wanting to cum. and jungkook wants him to, wants to feel it, wants to swallow every last bit of it. wants a lot of things, and thank god he's right, thank god yoongi doesn't make him wait any longer, doesn't seem to have it in him to try and drag it on anymore.

the fingers that curl and grip around the back of his neck have a sharp spike of heat pulsing through him even before anything else happens. jungkook knows what's going to happen, but that still doesn't prepare him for the way that it feels. nothing could prepare him for it, for yoongi finally, finally fucking his throat nice and good, just the way he asked for. there's little jungkook can do but take it, unable to keep his eyes open even though he wants so badly to look, to watch, to take in yoongi's expression while he does this. all he can focus on is the feeling, the way yoongi grips tighter, the sounds all much too loud, obscene as hell but he doesn't give a fuck. he can't give a fuck about anything that isn't this right now, the mess that they're making, how he can feel it getting everywhere but that doesn't matter. nothing matters more than keeping himself nice and open for yoongi, choked little groans and stuttered sounds filtering through because he can't help it, because it's getting to him, because his pants are feeling so tight now that it's borderline unbearable but still, he isn't touching himself. both hands are moving to hold on tight near yoongi's hips, to brace himself because he's got a feeling it isn't going to take much more. especially not when he works his throat around him, swallows the best that he can even with yoongi's quick pace, still out to prove his point.

Time seems irrelevant--already so the moment they stumbled into this bathroom, Yoongi pulling him in for something even he wasn't quite sure of. Them starting feels like hours ago and sheer seconds ago at the same time, and Yoongi doesn't know which one is true, doesn't know how to grasp onto anything else besides the younger boy buried between his legs. And god, Yoongi's holding onto him for dear life. Thrusting deeper, faster, filling Jungkook's throat so much he can't help but wonder if he could possibly see the impression through the boy's skin, a filthy reminder of just how well he's taking his cock. It gets him even harder, twitching inside the boy, even though his eyes are squeezed shut. Not like it matters. The sensations alone are enough to get him close, and if Yoongi wasn't so fucking desperate right now maybe he would have edged a bit longer. Really worked Jungkook over on his dick until the kid was exhausted as hell and too drunk on him to stop. Maybe next time--because somewhere in the back of his mind, Yoongi knows without a shadow of a doubt there's going to be a next time.

This time, there's no hesitation. No attempts to drag things deliciously slow or be decent. It's fucking depraved, the way he cums hard down the back of Jungkook's throat, shoving himself inside the sloppy mess his mouth has become and forcing the younger boy to continue swallowing around him. Don't stop, don't you fucking stop now, fisting Jungkook's hair for leverage as he grinds against his face. Yoongi practically growls at the choked, mindless sorts of sounds that continue spilling out from Jungkook's lips even though they're still stretched wide around him. It's impressive there's even room for sounds at all with the way he's working the younger boy over, riding out his orgasm for everything it's worth inside that perfect, tight heat. Yoongi doesn't let go for several more seconds, not until his muscles stop shaking and he's sure there's nothing left in him to give to Jungkook.

jungkook isn't sure when the last time he got his throat fucked quite like this was. there's every possibility that he's never had anything like this before, because it's clear that yoongi isn't holding back, isn't worrying too much about whether or not he's hurting him, whether or not it's too much. because it isn't. god, it's nowhere even close, and it doesn't matter that jungkook knows his throat is going to sore as fuck after this. his voice will probably betray just how hard, how fucking intense this entire thing was, but he honestly couldn't possibly even try to care less. all he wants is more, for it to keep going, the whole thing making him so dizzy in his own pleasure haze that he can't really think at all past that.

it doesn't take too much more to push yoongi over the edge. doesn't take too much longer for it to hit him, for him to lose it, and he's so deep in right now that jungkook can feel every last fucking bit of it. he can feel the way that yoongi twitches slightly inside of him, feel him growing harder, and feel every last throb of his cock when he finally does let go, when he finally comes and fuck, it's so hot jungkook doesn't even know what to do with it. he can't do much, nothing really outside of just letting it happen, swallowing everything yoongi gives him the best that he can, more of those same sounds pushing from him just to let the rapper know exactly how much he likes it, how good he is, feeling him come inside of him at all. jungkook stays right where he is, doesn't start to move until yoongi's stilled in his motions, and even then the first thing he does is to give another couple of short bobs of his head, takes his time slowly pulling all the way up and off. it's more for the fact that he needs to fucking breathe than anything else, his chest nearly heaving with the force of it, panting harshly, but he'd be lying if he said that the choking on yoongi's cock for the last few minutes didn't get to him, too. he doesn't say anything, just licks his lips before he's reaching up to wipe his mouth off once again, turning his gaze back up to yoongi, looking at him with dark eyes that carry a hint of smug satisfaction.

Jungkook sucks him dry like a goddamn pro, working his sensitive cock with a few more slow, shallow bobs that make Yoongi think his knees might actually give out. Not like the rest of him is much better at the moment. Yoongi's head is still swimming in the waves of intense pleasure the younger boy created, fingers in a death grip on him, muscles shuddering lightly at even the slightest graze of Jungkook's tongue. He was so fucking hungry for that cum. Swallowed every fucking bit of it. Just watching it alone is enough to make Yoongi's dick twitch in a half-hearted attempt at another round, which is beyond what he's physically capable of right now. Maybe if he had the younger boy at his place, if he knew they were really alone and had all night to make it count. Maybe if he could cover his paper thin walls with Jungkook's back, caging him in close, or properly ravage him on his bed. The possible scenarios play out like a teasing peek into the future, but for right now, in the midst of labored breathing and the smell of sex, Yoongi's more than satisfied with how he fucked Jungkook.

From the looks of it, Jungkook's pretty damn proud of himself, too. Yoongi can't exactly find an argument to that, but he can feel the heavy pull within him all over again. Eyes drink in the flippant way he wipes at his pretty, ruined little mouth, and Yoongi wants to swipe his own tongue across the same path. Wants to taste himself on Jungkook. Yoongi wordlessly holds his gaze as he slowly pulls Jungkook up on his feet, strong hands settling at the boy's tight waist, holding him close. Close enough that it becomes that much more obvious how fucking hard Jungkook still is, the last several minutes getting to him even more than he let on. The need is radiating off of his body so bad Yoongi could sink his teeth into it, fingers pressing little indents into the soft skin just underneath that ridiculous, over-sized shirt. And then a hand is sinking lower, slipping right underneath the waistband of Jungkook's sweats to curl firmly around the boy's cock. Feels like sweet, slick relief, feels like he owns it, Yoongi wasting no time in forcing more pleasure from Jungkook's body, watching him with the same dark, half-lidded eyes. Wondering if he'll still be just as cocky now. "Choking on my dick did it for you, huh?"

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jungkook doesn't really have any idea what's going to happen next. he doesn't know what to expect, isn't really sure if he even expects anything at all, if he's being honest with himself. his head is still a little bit too lost, a little bit too all over the place for that. he's still far too caught up in just how much he himself likes it, how turned on it's gotten him, the feeling of working yoongi over, of having the older man fuck his throat so relentlessly. he's hard as hell in the confines of his own clothes and he knows it, he can feel it, doesn't have any reservations at all about getting back to jerking himself off just to get some relief if he has to. all he really knows right now is that he likes how yoongi's attention is still on him, how he's still looking at him like that, all dark eyes and something heavy hanging underneath the surface.

what he doesn't expect is the way that yoongi pulls him back up to his feet. he follows easily enough, pliant in that sense even though he's taller, willing to follow yoongi's lead and go where he wants him to go, at least right now. because, fuck. it feels good to have yoongi's hands settled on his waist, practically wrapped around him, the simple touch enough to make him shiver. there's not much time in between then and yoongi's hand sliding down the front of his pants, fingers wrapping around his cock before he has much of a chance to even catch up to what's happening. his mouth falls open first, choking out a groan before his mind catches up to it all and once it does, the first thing he does is walk himself backwards a little bit, just enough, pulling yoongi with him, so that he can rest his back against the wall. so that he doesn't have to worry too much about keeping himself standing, so that he can focus on everything else instead. "i like giving head," is what comes out a moment later, simple enough, even though his voice is breathless, both from the treatment he had just a few moments ago and the way yoongi is touching him now. "i've been told i'm damn good at it."

Yeah, he is just as cocky. And maybe Yoongi sort of likes that, because underneath all that bravado is that breathless little groan after finally getting some much needed attention, limbs melting back against the wall. Shaking like a leaf in Yoongi's hands. He lets the younger boy pull him along, finds himself nice and snug with Jungkook's body as he comes in close. The hand on the boy's waist squeezes, just to feel how much of him Yoongi can hold onto, to see how much he can touch. A moment later and it's straying underneath that over-sized T-shirt hanging off of Jungkook's frame, touching for the sake of touching, because even though he's sated there's a different kind of hunger now. It's hot, the way Jungkook got so worked up sucking him off. Yoongi wants to get to him even more, wants to see that pretty face scrunch up in pleasure because of him. Because of something as fucking simple and teenage as a hand job. Yoongi could do more, a lot more--but where's the fun in rewarding Jungkook with everything right off the bat.

Yoongi wordlessly cocks an eyebrow in amusement, but he doesn't disagree with the boy's self-praise. The other guys weren't wrong, that's for damn sure. He crowds Jungkook in even closer, feeling the boy's airy little breaths on his cheek as he strokes him off a little faster. Painfully hard, and fuck if Jungkook doesn't get more and more attractive the longer Yoongi uses him, takes from him, brands him with his touch. "I've been told I'm good myself," he murmurs, the heated words something like a promise as they caress the side of Jungkook's neck. Almost a kiss, right there by the boy's rabbit pulse, as Yoongi drags a thumb around the head of his cock, tracing right along the slit. The rest of his fingers are making their way around Jungkook's back, playing him just as smooth as the keyboard at home, without any skips. Without a single note off key. "Maybe you can see it next time." He grabs a handful of the boy's ass, just to get the message home.

maybe it's something that jungkook would have complained about, any other time. maybe he would have asked for more than this, more than just a handjob, maybe it wouldn't have been enough. but right now, like this, complaining is just about the farthest thing from his mind. because it's only been a matter of minutes but the intensity of the whole situation means he's been left feeling like he's been hard for much longer. he's definitely more worked up than he has been in a while, with himself or anyone else. and it means that any of yoongi's touches are welcome, nice attention, relief, something that he just wants more of, that he wants to sink into, if the older man will let him.

it doesn't seem like he has to worry about that. not when yoongi is moving with him, coming even closer, not when he's got his hand straight against skin and jungkook can't help it, doesn't try to help the way that he arches into it. needy for every little thing yoongi is willing to give to him, whether he'll admit to it out loud or not. it doesn't matter; his body reacts loud and clear. just like the way his breath hitches with yoongi's voice, with his heated breath right up against his neck, so close. just like how he groans and bucks his hips forward with the way yoongi's thumb teases against the sensitive head of his cock, with the way that he grabs his ass, silently asking for more of it, wanting, needing more of it all to get him there. "fuck," is the only response that he can give, and a second later he's reaching up, his fingers circling around yoongi's wrist. attempting to guide the hand that's on his ass back up, to show yoongi where he wants to be touched, what it is that will get him off just as quickly as he wants to, guiding the rapper's hand back up under the fabric of his shirt, up his stomach, all the way up to his chest.

Yoongi knows exactly what he's doing, just like the kid knew what he was doing when he first sunk down on his knees in front of him, teasing, confident. Jungkook's touch was fire on his skin, and he knows it's no different now, if the boy's shaky breathing is anything to go by. If the way he's arching into Yoongi's hands is anything to go by. Yoongi likes the feel of it, the younger boy's body pushing straight against his own in its desperation for more, hips rolling close to his own. And fuck, he wants to give it to him. Wants to do whatever it is that will get to Jungkook even more, make him curse like that again, groaning into the side of his cheek and lighting up something all over again low in Yoongi's belly.

That's why he doesn't protest when Jungkook is suddenly grabbing his wrist, pulling him away from his hold on the boy's ass. Yoongi would have liked to stay there for a while longer, but he can't deny it's a turn on, having Jungkook show him exactly what he needs. None of that beating around the bush shit. Especially not now, when Yoongi can practically feel how close he is, throbbing hot and hard as he jerks him off even faster. Yoongi's palm slides up the flat of his stomach, up his chest, until the pads of fingers are circling around Jungkook's nipple. The thought of Jungkook being sensitive there is even hotter, Yoongi pinching hard as the hand around his cock tightens in sync. "Shit, kid." He doesn't need any further encouragement, working Jungkook's body with all the sweet abuse he deserves again and again and again. Rewarding him just as he promised.

jungkook's entirely fucking shameless. he has been this entire time, and that isn't about to stop now. not when it feels this good, not when yoongi's already pulling him apart at the seams, and why would he do anything but let himself fall apart into it? there's no reason not to. there's absolutely nothing holding jungkook back from just letting it happen, normally so stubborn, so confident, so sure of himself and insistent on making his own rules. right now, like this, he bends to yoongi so easily, without even an ounce of hesitation, only finds himself wishing, wanting for even more.

yoongi doesn't hesitate in giving it to him, either. jungkook is silently grateful, somewhere in the back of his mind, for the way that yoongi lets jungkook guide him. the way that yoongi slides his palm up his stomach, the way that even fingers skirting around where he wants them the most makes him shiver, nearly makes a whine catch in his throat. because he's getting close, yoongi is getting him close, but it isn't good enough. he wants more, wants it faster. and the hard pinch of the rapper's fingers makes his hips jerk forward, gets him groaning, his own hands moving, slipping, grabbing hard at wherever he can reach because fuck. "fuck.. shit, hyung. gonna make me cum." his voice is breathless, a mess, catching on something that sounds closer to a whine than anything else while warning yoongi at the same time, letting him know, begging him not to stop.

The response is instantaneous. Jungkook's body gives in so damn fast to the stimulation, jerking forward even harder than before, hands scrabbling for purchase. Yoongi might have found it all amusing were he not so focused on following Jungkook's lead, continuing to palm his chest, work his cock without even missing a beat. He's satisfied that he got to him at all, even more satisfied once those words spill out of Jungkook, breathless and needy and everything Yoongi wants him to be. And fuck, Yoongi's weak for it, the way his voice catches on hyung, more a whine than anything else. The way he's so shameless about how close he is. It's a far cry from the way Jungkook was acting earlier in the night, wearing that cocky ass attitude and like a badge of honor.

Because now, hefeels so small in Yoongi's hands. Feels utterly wrecked. And like hell Yoongi's going to stop now that he knows Jungkook is hovering on the edge, completely at his mercy. "That's right," Yoongi encourages with a low drawl, crowding Jungkook in even closer as his hand keeps pumping harder, faster, the slick sounds loud in the dingy bathroom. Doesn't even realize he's leaning down, mouthing Jungkook's bare neck until his own cock starts stirring again, the thought of marking the boy up too good to ignore. Maybe it'll be that last push. Maybe Yoongi will have to do more, push even harder. Maybe it'll take nothing more than the words sinking into his skin. "Be a good boy and cum for hyung."

jungkook honestly just doesn't care. he doesn't care what he looks like, what he sounds like, doesn't care if it lines up with the way he presents himself most of the time or not. because it just doesn't matter. because he doesn't get bothered about shit like that, not even right now, not even when it's yoongi. maybe some other time, maybe other some other circumstances he would have wanted to be put together, to be more composed than this. maybe he would have wanted to put on more of a front. but right now, like this, and the more that yoongi takes his lead, plays off of it - jungkook simply doesn't give a fuck. there's no reason, no need to be shy about feeling good, so why would he be?

especially not now. not when yoongi's already driving him crazy, not when he's already so worked up, so close, right on the edge. not when yoongi is coaxing him, encouraging him, and honestly jungkook probably doesn't need any of it. he would have gotten there no matter what, everything else about it far too good to ignore, but something about the low drawl of yoongi's voice, something about the way that his mouth feels against his neck, something about the words that he's saying altogether - jungkook doesn't stand a fucking chance. barely a matter of seconds before it hits him, before jungkook cums hard with his head falling back and knocking against the wall, choking on a groan that's far louder than they should be, still all kinds of needy in the way he keeps rolling his hips up into yoongi's hand, riding out as much as he can.

Yoongi would have been all to willing to keep pushing, keep coaxing Jungkook until he finally cracked, but the kid doesn't have it in him to last much longer. Honestly, he probably didn't even need everything Yoongi's giving to him in the first place--his hand would have gotten the job done just fine on its own. Not like Yoongi hasn't done it before. But getting under the boy's skin is such a nice reward, watching him fucking lose it when he's told to cum. Something tells Yoongi Jungkook would get off to shit like that. As much as he likes to run his mouth, for all that tough demeanor, he certainly didn't have any trouble with letting Yoongi take control of the situation, of him. Doesn't mind being called a good boy. His good boy right now. Fucking cumming all over his hand not even three seconds later, groaning so loud Yoongi has half a mind to shut him up with his tongue. So fuck it, he does.

It's just as messy and intense as the handjob itself, while Yoongi lets the kid continue to buck up into his palm, hips rolling to a melody thrumming through every nerve ending. His other hand is locked onto Jungkook's neck, holding him steady, right there where he had just placed his mark. He can taste himself on Jungkook's tongue. He likes that the taste is there, likes the taste of everything else, too. Feels less like a kiss and more like some raw kind of closure, because when it ends, when his hand falls away, it's as though the reality of the situation finally starts seeping back into his skin. He stares at Jungkook, all of him, for a few lingering moments, dark eyes raking over the mess he's made. Then he offers a wad of toilet paper. "Think you can still dance?"

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