Yoongi's found his own comfort in the touches, in the small ways he and Jungkook continually gravitate toward each other, consider each other, spend time with each other. Of course, there's comfort in providing that sense of security and safety to Jungkook as his dom--there always has been and there probably always will be. But how he feels about Jungkook has never been restricted in exclusive, tight parameters. What they share is so different from previous relationships he's had in almost every way imaginable. Jungkook cares about all of him, loves all of him beyond whatever roles they occupy in and out of the bedroom, offline and online, and it's honestly just...freeing.
Yoongi's always known he's had a knack for encouraging others to open up and share their deepest selves with him, without shame or judgment. He just never knew he would find someone who would make him feel comfortable enough to do the same.
Yoongi feels more than hears the small sound that escapes Jungkook, fingertips now grazing up the younger man's throat, catching the vibration right at the source. It's soft, pleasant, very clearly an unintentional reaction to Yoongi getting touchy. Clearly, it would take a lot more than that to actually distract Jungkook from his work and pull his attention away. The thought, harmless enough, lingers for a moment. And then another moment as Jungkook unsuspectingly clicks around on their blog, searching for something else to do. Yoongi's suddenly aware of the details--everything from the warmth of Jungkook's skin to those impossibly tiny shorts--and right then and there, he decides how he's going to enjoy this Saturday morning himself.
"Any with the new outfit--the one I got you last week?" Yoongi getting touchy, especially on lazy weekend mornings, is nothing out of character. The coffee cup is already empty on Jungkook's desk, freeing up both of his hands so he can continue to map constellations across the expanse of Jungkook's skin, tracing moles and freckles he knows by heart. "You looked pretty."
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Yoongi's always known he's had a knack for encouraging others to open up and share their deepest selves with him, without shame or judgment. He just never knew he would find someone who would make him feel comfortable enough to do the same.
Yoongi feels more than hears the small sound that escapes Jungkook, fingertips now grazing up the younger man's throat, catching the vibration right at the source. It's soft, pleasant, very clearly an unintentional reaction to Yoongi getting touchy. Clearly, it would take a lot more than that to actually distract Jungkook from his work and pull his attention away. The thought, harmless enough, lingers for a moment. And then another moment as Jungkook unsuspectingly clicks around on their blog, searching for something else to do. Yoongi's suddenly aware of the details--everything from the warmth of Jungkook's skin to those impossibly tiny shorts--and right then and there, he decides how he's going to enjoy this Saturday morning himself.
"Any with the new outfit--the one I got you last week?" Yoongi getting touchy, especially on lazy weekend mornings, is nothing out of character. The coffee cup is already empty on Jungkook's desk, freeing up both of his hands so he can continue to map constellations across the expanse of Jungkook's skin, tracing moles and freckles he knows by heart. "You looked pretty."