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 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.

Edited 2017-11-03 03:16 (UTC)

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?"

Edited 2017-11-08 04:54 (UTC)

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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