[yoongi/jungkook] ; mic drop

[toughkookie]

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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[starrystarrynight]

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.

[toughkookie]

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.

[starrystarrynight]

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.

[toughkookie]

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.

[starrystarrynight]

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."

[toughkookie]

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.

[starrystarrynight]

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?"