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[yoongi/jungkook] ; heart shaker

jungkook feels like he's been waiting for this for at least a lifetime. sometimes it seems like that; he goes back and forth between feeling like he's known yoongi for years and feeling like it's only been a little while. neither option is quite right, and the length of time doesn't really matter - what matters is how comfortable jungkook feels, always has felt talking to yoongi. what matters is the way that he makes his heart race a little bit too fast and his skin flush just a little too hot, how jungkook feels every time he sees - or even thinks about - a picture of him. he has a crush. jungkook knows that. he's completely, utterly, head over heels in like with yoongi hyung and he absolutely knows it. what he isn't entirely sure of, though, is everything else that comes with it. it's hard to know what yoongi thinks, how exactly he's feeling, especially when jungkook is far, far too shy to ever just come out and ask him. but he can't help feeling like the older man making this trip, coming here just to meet him, to see him, to hang out with him - well, it's got to mean something, right?

it does mean something. that's what jungkook tells himself whenever he gets ready, and thank god he started so early in the morning even though they aren't meeting until the afternoon. it's the same struggle as always, only worse, somehow. jungkook has no idea how many times he changes before he ends up settled on something casual, normal, something like what he wears every other day - comfortable, fitted (and only slightly ripped) black jeans and an oversized white tshirt. he spends far too long fussing with his hair just to pull a beanie on over it at the last moment, stepping into his old, worn pair of timberlands on the way out the door. it's almost like he's a different person - the outside definitely doesn't match the inside, the only real giveaways that he's the very same person who posts his art online being the sketchbook he brings along in his bag and the small cluster of flowers painted on the inside of his wrist on one side, leftover from the last practice.

he makes sure to arrive early - far too early, and ends up regretting it not long after. sitting by himself in the little cafe means that he can't seem to stop looking at the door or out the windows, checking his phone even when it's still an hour away from the time they're supposed to meet. in the end, jungkook settles on pulling out his sketchbook, distracting himself by adding onto the last thing he'd been working on the night before.

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As far as Yoongi is concerned, nothing else compares to weekends like this--weekends when all he has to focus on is his boyfriend and their time together. In a perfect world, of course, they'd be doing this much more often. But the time they do have is that much more precious because of the long distance, because there's always that train to eventually take him home and back to his own studio apartment. Jungkook's elated smile and wrapping him up in at least ten hugs makes him forget about that for a little while, though. Taking him out to dinner and seeing for himself that he's eating well does too. And the kisses certainly don't hurt. By the end of the night the two fall hard, and the last thing Yoongi thinks before drifting off to sleep is how lucky he is to have the younger boy in his arms and in his life. Sometimes he still can't believe just how good he has it, how well they fit together.

In all ways possible.

Maybe it's that closeness that has Yoongi stirring at the same that Jungkook does, in tune with every minute shift of the younger boy against him. He's spent a while now with Jungkook's body, studying and praising and pleasuring and comforting. Pushing higher and higher, enough to make it worthwhile, always catching him on the descent. Yoongi's body registers the firm pressure against his thigh before his brain does, the arm draped lazily on Jungkook's back tightening around him. Pulling him in even closer, fingers curling into that tiny waist he adores so much. Yoongi shivers a little at the light breath against his neck, hyung hooking somewhere deep. "Mm?" It's little more than a sleepy rumble from his chest, murmuring a half-intelligible version of Jungkook a moment later. He likes this dream, whatever it is.

Edited 2018-03-17 17:33 (UTC)

jungkook doesn't get like this often. it's happened before, both while he and yoongi are together and while they're apart, and every single time that it does, it leaves him feeling just as out of control, just as unsure, just as much of a mess. it's a headspace that he's come to associate with yoongi, the kind where he doesn't know what to do with himself, doesn't know how to help himself. the kind where the only thing that he wants to do is to let go, let hyung take care of him, and god. having that for himself after so long, after so much time spent wondering what it would be like, having it with yoongi, it still just makes him that much more eager to fall into it.

he's ready. he's more than ready, and having yoongi's touch tighten around him, fingers curling into his waist, voice rumbling deep in his chest - it's like torture, and jungkook doesn't know what to do with it. he's quickly becoming a mess, falling apart even without yoongi doing anything at all, a victim of the time and distance as much as his own hazy brain still teasing him with the lingering pictures, sensations it had been painting for him in his dream. he wants yoongi so much, it's getting worse when he didn't think that it possibly could, pulling a whine from his throat at the sound of his name on yoongi's tongue. "hyung-" he tries again, pressing harder against yoongi's thigh, unable to resist grinding his hips against him softly, even the slightest amount of friction. he'll be embarrassed about all of this later, when he remembers it, when it all comes back with much more clarity. but right now, he can hardly even think straight, and there isn't anything else that matters as much as this. "- please, i need you."

Yoongi's slept in Jungkook's bed enough times by now to feel completely at home in it, lulled by the younger boy's soft breathing and the light hum of a fan across the bedroom. It's all too easy for him to drift off, and maybe he would have fallen back into that nice, heavy place he was in just moments before if it weren't for that insistent something at his legs. It doesn't feel like Jungkook simply shifting in his sleep, the way he sometimes makes himself small and curls into Yoongi's body or flops himself out, limbs splayed everywhere. This feels more deliberate. Familiar. And then there's the sound of Jungkook's breathy voice, slowly cutting through the haze of slee, calling out in a way that has Yoongi blinking open dark, half-lidded eyes.

He finds Jungkook's hair in his face first, the rest of the younger boy nestled into the side of his neck. It would all be sweet, and it still is, really, if it weren't for the confession Yoongi happens to catch in that soft whine of a voice. If it weren't for the fact that the pressure he feels against his right thigh is without a doubt Jungkook's dick softly grinding against him through their clothes. He's hard and hot even through his cotton sweatpants, waking Yoongi up right then and there. It doesn't take that long to figure out what's happening, memories still fresh in Yoongi's mind of a needy Jungkook on the phone, over Skype, right here in this bed. "Mm, come here, baby," Yoongi murmurs, voice still thick with sleep as he gently tugs the boy even closer, hand dipping down the length of Jungkook's spine. He doesn't stop until he's palming over the other's ass, those sleep shorts that don't leave much to the imagination. It effectively pulls Jungkook more firmly into his thigh, an unspoken encouragement for the younger boy to keep going as he continues the attentive touches. "What do you need hyung to do?"

jungkook can't help himself. he never really can when he gets like this, a process that's been slow, something he wasn't able to give himself over to so easily in the beginning. even now, he'll be embarrassed when he thinks about it later. he'll get shy, he'll feel guilty for waking yoongi up in the middle of the night, even though they both know that the older man wants nothing more than to do just that if it's what jungkook needs. still, it isn't easy to shake all of those things off. not completely. but the thing is, it doesn't matter. because right now he can't think about any of that, he can't even come close to it, and especially not whenever yoongi is starting to stir, when jungkook knows that he's waking up.

it's obvious in the way that he stirs a little, the sound of his voice continuing on along with the trail of his touch down jungkook's back, hand pressing against his ass, pressing him closer, pushing something like a downright moan right out of his chest. it feels good, of course it does, just like any attention from yoongi. but it still isn't enough. he wants more, needs more, still needs it so badly he feels like he could fall apart at any second, whimpering softly, unable to do much of anything about the all but mindless grinding against yoongi's thigh that he's still doing. "hyung ... i want you to touch me. want-want hyung inside me, please?" it's always easier to voice these things when he's a little out of his mind, even as he stutters slightly over his words, struggling to articulate entirely in the mess of sleep and arousal he's caught right in the middle of.

Yoongi simply takes it all in stride. It doesn't matter that he was just sleeping, or that it's the dead of night, or that on the surface this all seems to have happened very suddenly. No need of Jungkook's is too small, because Yoongi is committed to taking care of every single one. He feels fully responsible for the younger boy, in a special way he's never had before even with his previous subs, because at the end of the day Yoongi's primary satisfaction comes from making Jungkook feel good and cared for. That's the kind of the dom Jungkook deserves. That's the kind of man he wants to be for his boyfriend. And right now, with Jungkook being so clear how he wants to be cared for, there's no reason not to listen to every word. There's been times in the past when Yoongi couldn't be there for him the way he wanted to be, couldn't truly satisfy him, times he still quietly feels guilty about--and he's determined not to have a repeat tonight.

Something in the boy's tone instantly makes Yoongi's chest ache, the other so open, already so deeply unwound. It never does take much. "Of course," he breathes in the dark space between them. The way Jungkook struggles through the mindless words only has Yoongi cupping the boy's cheek with his free hand, rewarding his honesty with a slow, equally mindless kiss. He swears he can taste the boy's need on his tongue, begging for attention, and it's intoxicating. Everything about Jungkook is, from those sweet sounds that keep slipping to the way he's desperately searching for relief against his thigh. Yoongi's hand continues to lazily grope him through his shorts, before resting back on his waist, adding just a bit of pressure. Just enough to pause the grinding, guide Jungkook's focus. "Do you want to help me get ready, baby?" The question is gentle, even though the implication has arousal swooping low in his belly, sweat pants a little tighter than a minute before. Those soft lips, those warm hands working to get him fully hard is almost as good as the thought that the boy can't wait for this, can't wait even one more minute.

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of course yoongi doesn't hesitate. he doesn't wait, not even for once second, there's barely any pause between jungkook admitting exactly what it is that he wants and yoongi soothing him, placating, but a promise all at the same time. because jungkook knows that yoongi is going to be here for him. of course he's going to be, just like he always is. it's enough to pull another soft whine from jungkook's throat just before yoongi is leaning in to kiss him, making him spill more against yoongi's tongue, searching for something, anything, relishing in the taste that he's been apart from for what feels like far too long. jungkook has always loved the way that yoongi kisses and now is no exception, even when the older man is half asleep and he himself is much too needy to do much of anything properly.

but still, no matter how needy he is, he doesn't fight back against the way that yoongi stills his hips, holds his waist with just enough pressure to bring him back. a whimper catches in his throat but then yoongi is asking that question, coaxing him, and jungkook is nodding mindlessly as soon as the words have left the older man's lips. he'll do anything for yoongi, always so eager to please, to follow directions, to let himself be guided. even if it's a little bit clumsy, far too needy, without much skill or finesse. it's pure desire, the way he moves to slide his hand between yoongi's thighs so that he can squeeze and palm at him through his sweatpants. the way that even feeling yoongi like this, feeling how he starts to get half hard is enough to have jungkook choking out a small, desperate sort of sound, like he's falling apart far too quickly and has no idea what to do about it.

Jungkook agrees so readily, without even a second of thought, and Yoongi has to fight the urge to bring him back for more. He just wants to smother Jungkook's sleepy face in kisses, cuddling him close, taking his time touching him, but his baby is too impatient for that kind of build up. He's also too far gone to be self-conscious about what he's asking for, and the last thing Yoongi wants to do is wait too long and give him any reason to be embarrassed at all. He's reassured the younger boy again and again that there's nothing he can't ask for, but the truth is that it takes time. Trust. And Jungkook will get there--he's already done so well.

Doing so well right now, hand immediately burying itself between Yoongi's thighs. It's not so much actual stroking as it is eager, needy little squeezes, feeling up the length of his cock like it's some meal he's been deprived of. The desperate little noise that follows is only confirmation, Yoongi breathing out something between a laugh and a sigh as fire rolls slow up his spine. So adorable. Yoongi loves how all skill seems to fly out the window when Jungkook gets like this, loves how eager he is to please, and his dick also appreciates the efforts, growing fast under the boy's touch. It never does take much for Yoongi, either. Especially not when his boyfriend is practically aching to be fucked. "Mm, that's good," he encourages lowly, his own hand tugging down the waistband so Jungkook can take him out, hips lifting up closer to the younger boy.

there's something about it that jungkook just can't help. something that makes it so much better and so much worse all at the same time, getting closer and closer to yoongi like this. touching him, feeling him, and fuck. it isn't something that jungkook is entirely used to. not yet, anyway. being this vulnerable, this open. needing so much, and coming to yoongi to get it taken care of. that's the only thing that he can think of right now. the only thing that he wants, his mind, his body, every single inch of him aching, calling out for yoongi, yoongi, yoongi.

it feels like he could cry, feels dangerously close to the edge of tearing up, just touching him. hearing yoongi encourage him, pulling the older man's cock out of his clothes properly so he can touch him. jungkook is every bit as clumsy with how needy he is, doing his best to stroke yoongi as good, as evenly as he can when he's falling apart at the seams. but the harder yoongi grows the harder it gets for him, jungkook too worked up, too caught in the sleep haze, the arousal, the need for yoongi in every way to notice that he's started pressing his thighs together, rocking back and forth slightly, as if it will help take some of the edge off. "hyung," he whines again, a soft, choked sort of sound, coming out just as mindless as everything else. "please - please."

It gets more and more obvious just how close to breaking Jungkook is as his hands clumsily work at his cock, movements strained, expression quickly losing focus. There's nothing behind those big, pretty eyes besides want--so much want--and it makes Yoongi's heart pound a little too fast, makes his body feel a little too aware, eyes locking onto the younger boy. Jungkook's too far gone to do anything else, he quickly decides, just as the boy is squeezing his thighs together, calling out to him again. The pleas fill his ears when he pulls Jungkook back to him, undressing them both with steady hands as he murmurs reassurances. I've got you. I've got you. The boy is all writhing heat and whines that shoot straight between his legs as Yoongi finally works those tight shorts off, the last piece. Bare skin presses against his chest, his stomach, his legs, and god, he's never prepared for just how lovely Jungkook is.

Yoongi has his arms full of him, this beautiful, sleepy, restless boy who trusts him to make it all better. He spreads Jungkook's legs out so the boy is straddling him, fully seated. Nearly groans at the weight of him grinding back against his cock. The first finger goes in easy, but the second is a stretch, Yoongi working him open with his usual care despite the rush of everything else. "Just a little more," he murmurs, kisses grazing the boy's flushed cheek. He knows it's not the strain he wants, or the relief, nowhere near it. "Just a few more minutes, okay?"

it's true that jungkook likely wouldn't be like this if he were fully awake, aware of everything that was going on. it's a kind of vulnerable that doesn't come naturally, that doesn't come easy. the kind of thing that he hasn't allowed himself to be with yoongi just yet, not like this, not like the way that he is right now, all mindless with desire, with how much he wants, with how something deep inside of him knows that it's only yoongi who can make this all better for him. yoongi is the only one that he wants to make it better, wants to put himself right in yoongi's hands and let him do the rest. let yoongi take care of him, because nothing else in the world sounds better right now. nothing sounds better than the soft reassurances he gets as yoongi undresses him, undresses both of them, the way that he moves them and jungkook just goes, effortless, wants to do whatever will help, whatever yoongi wants. yoongi knows how to take care of him, just how to make it better.

even so, it's too much and not enough all at the same time. being pressed so close to yoongi, to every inch of him, all bare skin and relentless heat. there's no more waiting, yoongi just takes care of him, and jungkook can't help the choked sort of groan that comes with the feeling of his fingers slipping inside, so good after so long, after craving this, aching for this. so good and yet his body is still pushing for more, makes it impossible not to try and rock back against yoongi's fingers, mindlessly nodding with yoongi's words, his reassurances. "just - just need you," is what he manages back, voice shaky, like there's a hint of his conscious mind that feels the need to explain itself trying to rise to the surface.

Yoongi knows why he's able to do this right now with a fair amount of ease. It shoves the heat even lower in his stomach, imagining the toys Jungkook relies on when he's not here to take matters into his own hands, toys that keep him full and leave him panting on his bedsheets. Toys Yoongi himself had suggested to help his baby get off on his own--even though it never did take much more than his voice, right from the very beginning. Before the two of them even started talking. Yoongi loves how it feels, curling the pads of his fingers in just the right way to make Jungkook gasp, effortlessly rubbing against that spot. "Then need me, baby." His own breathing is coming short, mouthing against the side of Jungkook's neck. Now that he's started it feels like he can't stop, wanting to lavish so much attention on every single inch of the boy. Too much attention. "It's okay."

His hand follows the movement of the younger boy's hips, gripping tight as Jungkook grinds back against his hand, and god, he's already feeling too hot. It's not long before that hand disappears as well, Yoongi burying more fingers inside, teasing and grabbing and stretching the boy writhing on top of him. He wonders how many times Jungkook's fucked himself thinking of this. Craving it. How many nights Jungkook has wanted more and been resigned to less. Yoongi's still so proud that Jungkook didn't shy away from telling him tonight, both as a boyfriend and as his dom. "You ready?" The question only comes once Yoongi's sure that he is, but it still holds the same soft care. He always needs to hear it from Jungkook

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there have been times when jungkook has been torn about it. torn about what to do, what to use, about whether he wanted to let a toy give him some of that relief or wait until yoongi was here with him to stretch him out instead. over time, though, it's been harder to resist. so much harder once he knew what it was like, having yoongi buried impossibly deep inside, to make due with just his fingers, or nothing at all. the toys are still nothing like the real thing, nowhere near close enough. but an added benefit of using them is making itself known right now. how much easier it is for yoongi's fingers to slip inside, for yoongi to continue fucking him open, to hit all the right spots, quickly making jungkook gasp, choke on more soft, stuttered groans, keeping him mindlessly moving into it.

it doesn't take long. it never takes long, and especially not right now, not like this, not whenever jungkook was already all but falling apart before yoongi even properly got his hands on him. jungkook can already feel himself falling into a different kind of headspace even before that question comes, torn between just relishing in how good it is and how much he still craves for more. but the answer to the question comes easy, mindlessly, jungkook nodding eagerly the second that it's left yoongi's mouth. "yes," he moans, voice edging on a whimper. "please - hyung-"

Even though he gets an immediate response--needy, impatient, Jungkook sounding so pretty whimpering for more--Yoongi can't resist playing with him a moment longer. He could easily spend the rest of the night continuing to abuse the boy's prostate, fucking him open and teasing the rim with his fingers until Jungkook actually breaks. Until those choked moans become sobs and he clings onto the older man for dear life. Next time, Yoongi thinks to himself in the dark haze of the room, slowly pulling out of the boy. Because right now it's going to be at least ten times better. Yoongi slicks up his cock with his own pre-cum, pumping himself slowly as Jungkook mindlessly grinds against him. The sensation has Yoongi's head rolling back already, groaning as he rubs the head of his cock against Jungkook's ass.

So welcoming, so deliciously tight, Yoongi guiding himself inside the younger boy when he finally can't take it anymore. He relishes the feel of Jungkook sinking down on every inch, taking his cock so beautifully with every little roll of his hips. Yoongi's arm tightens around his boyfriend's waist, fingers digging half-moons into his skin as he holds him in place. As he fully buries himself deep inside, and even in the dark room, even during this hazy hour Yoongi can sense the ruined, faraway look in Jungkook's expression. It cuts through him like a knife.

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jungkook loves every second of this. even as needy, as impatient as he is, it still cuts through him in all the best ways. it still gets to him just like it always does, always has, the way that yoongi takes care of him. the way that yoongi drags it out, toys with him that much more, for just a moment though it feels longer. it's enough to push the heat, the fire inside him even stronger, higher, because they both know just how much he loves it. what follows is even better, yoongi preparing himself, jungkook unable to keep back what would ordinarily be an embarrassing whimper in response to his groan.

it's only a matter of seconds later that yoongi is pressing inside. finally giving jungkook the start of what he's been needing, and it's hard not to take it a little too fast, not to move eagerly, wanting it all. but even so, he's powerless against it when yoongi holds tight around his waist, keeping him right where he is to give him the rest, and it feels so good that jungkook could cry just from this. his head tips back, lips parted for the sounds that he doesn't try to hold back, starting to shake a little under yoongi's fingers with the effort of not moving, not starting, surrendering the control completely even when his body is absolutely begging for more.

It almost feels as though Yoongi's holding his breath the entire time. The whole world slows down to this moment, the sensation of losing himself inside the younger boy, feeling the wonderful tension in his skin, warm all over, so damn warm, hearing the needy little noises dripping from his lips. All of Yoongi's senses are wrapped up in Jungkook so completely, and he wants to remember every detail. Wants to carry this memory back home and hold it for as long as he possibly can. Because every time with Jungkook is incredible, but this--this is a different animal. Yoongi's never felt quite like this before, so in control, so needed, and he keeps going. Keeps going until he has Jungkook fully seated and filled, a trembling little thing in his lap.

Must be taking a lot of effort not to move, the impatient boy that he is. Yoongi loosens his grip on Jungkook's waist just so he can soothe touches over every inch of him, so he can cradle the side of Jungkook's neck while his head rolls back, sliding a thumb along his parted mouth. He wants to sink his teeth into that soft bottom lip, wants to consume everything. Loves seeing how much this alone affects Jungkook, without him even doing anything. The boy just needs his cock so badly. "Need me, baby," he echoes from before, the words coming out low, affected himself. It also comes out like a soft command, the same way it does when Yoongi finds the curve of Jungkook's hips and guides him into a slow, tortuous roll.

jungkook's head is starting to get hazy already, just from this. the tension lines every inch of him, how much he wants yoongi, how hard it is to wait, to keep waiting, when sometimes it feels like that's what they spend most of their time doing. it doesn'tmake sense, not when he's in his right mind. it's something that only seems to come together like this, just how needy he gets. how much he needs yoongi, how it feels like he could fall apart without him even still, even while he's right here, touching jungkook all over, inside him, even though he couldn't possibly be much closer.

it doesn't matter. jungkook is still greedy for more. it feels good, yoongi's fingers against his neck, yoongi's thumb over his lip. yoongi's voice washing over him in that soft command, urging him into following it, guiding him. jungkook's jaw goes slack because it feels so good, feels like it's been so long since he had this, because there's absolutely nothing that compares, that soothes this itch quite like having yoongi inside him. "hyung.." it comes out so close to wrecked already, voice catching on a desperate sound as his fingers scramble to find some part of yoongi to hold onto, to touch, to help anchor himself. "hyung... p-please."

Yoongi loves the way it feels, guiding Jungkook's hips into those slow little circles, how it presses him that much deeper into the younger boy when he shifts forward. Just like how Jungkook was grinding on him earlier when he was still asleep, desperate and willing to do just about anything to relieve some of the pressure. Only now it's better, beyond better, and Yoongi just wants his baby to keep working and grinding down against his cock because god, he's already starting to lose touch a little bit. It's too dark, too warm, too intimate, the room and hiss boyfriend and every movement of them together.

He catches those wrecked little words on the pad of his thumb. Smoothing over Jungkook's jaw, his pulse point, touching just to touch, before he's pulling the rest of his body down. Yoongi's lips catch on the boy's collarbones, fluttering kisses and tender bites everywhere he can reach. "Love the way you feel," he murmurs into Jungkook's skin, not thinking about it, hands still curled protectively at his neck, around his waist as he slowly bucks up into the boy. "Love everything. You're so good to me."

it almost feels like jungkook is still dreaming. everything is still so hazy, his head so clouded with so many things. with how much he wants yoongi, with how happy he is to have him here again, for them to be together, that he doesn't have to do this alone. and then there's how good it feels, so good that jungkook thinks he could cry from it and he's barely done anything at all, they've barely gotten started. there's just something about having yoongi inside of him that scratches a deep seated itch, one that feels like it's been going on for much too long, and the sensation of relief and want all at the same time is nearly too much for him to handle.

yoongi grounds him, though. he grounds him the same way that he always does, with gentle touches and soothing words, with the way that his mouth draws out even more shivers, soft sounds, goosebumps over jungkook's skin. jungkook is pliant, moving however yoongi wants him to, receptive to whatever push and pull the older man wants, unable to keep from moving, from rocking his hips against him, just searching for more of that good feeling, more of that pleasure. coupled with the way that yoongi bucks up into him it has jungkook releasing touched out moans and whimpers, stuttered words, something like "hyung" and "c-can have.. more?" because he's too far gone to worry about being greedy, far too touched out to be self conscious.

Yoongi feels those words tip dangerously on his tongue, longing to come out--he's just glad he was able to catch himself at the last second. Steer in a slightly different, but no less honest, direction. Because he does love how Jungkook feels. How he feels when he's warm and trembling against him, how he sounds when Yoongi thrusts into him, how he looks completely ruined already, so unguarded and gorgeous that it makes his chest throb with all sorts of want. Yoongi knows he'll never stop wanting Jungkook. There's just something about him--there's just everything about him.

And the ache doesn't stop when Jungkook manages out that request, more of a plea than anything else. Yoongi's gaze lingers, raking over the younger boy with a soft sort of smile. As if he's in any position to deny Jungkook anything--the only one who could possibly manage to be this adorable while asking for more dick. "You can have whatever you want, sweetheart," Yoongi says, lifting his hips to sink deep into his boy, voice trailing off into a groan. Not rough, not really, but it's pointed, Yoongi dragging each stroke out so Jungkook can feel every inch fucking back into him, hips finding a steady rhythm. By that point Yoongi's moved his way down to Jungkook's nipples, toying one between long fingers while his tongue manages the other, flicking at one of the more sensitive spots on his boyfriend. If he wants more, Yoongi will make sure that's exactly what he gets.

there are absolutely no words that could ever explain the way that yoongi makes him feel. jungkook is sure of it, and especially right now, especially like this. it's just so good. yoongi is so good. jungkook has never felt better, safer, the kind of exactly right that he feels in moments like this. and it's not just the sex, of course it isn't - but god, that part of jungkook that struggled for so long to fully realize itself, the part that's still blossoming into something greater under the way that yoongi encourages and cares and - and he feels so satisfied, so good in his own skin when yoongi is buried underneath it right along with him that he's sure it's the only thing he'll ever need.

it's all disjointed, all part of that fever dream that swirls together in his head, drips all the way down into the rest of him, but it's no less honest - no less real. every single thing about this is real, and jungkook doesn't doubt it. can't doubt it when yoongi is fucking him like that, so good and deep and thorough and all jungkook can do is follow the way that his instinct is to grind back into him, against him, soaking up as much pleasure as yoongi is willing to give him and somehow still asking for more. he's a mess, edging closer and closer to absolutely blissed out and god - it feels so good, he can't help the way he chokes on a whine of pleasure when yoongi starts his assault on one of jungkook's most sensitive spots. it's exactly what he asked for, more, borderline too much but he loves it, takes it, sinks into it, his own fingers tightening, searching, holding onto yoongi so desperately for more to ground himself, to keep him from falling completely. "ngh - hyung, h-hyung," jungkook chokes out, all mindless in between the sinful, entirely embarrassing sounds that keep coming alongside the way that his thighs are starting to shake, like it's all just too much, too good for his body to handle.

No matter what the situation is, it usually comes down to giving Jungkook more. More time, more encouragement, more care--more shoulder rubs and train tickets and jokes to get him giggling at his side. Yoongi's never had this much more to give, because with Jungkook it feels completely, amazingly effortless. And he wants to do it. Yoongi wants to give the younger boy so much that it makes him swell with the same love and affection he carries in his own chest. He's totally whipped for the kid, a fact his best friend never lets him forget, and to be honest? He's also totally okay with that. It's worth it for a million reasons--like being right here, in Jungkook's bed, with Jungkook in his arms, lost to their own world. Jungkook's ass grinding restlessly against him, meeting every stroke head on in his own desperation has Yoongi seeing damn constellations in that dark room, panting out curses when he feels the younger boy unconsciously tighten around him.

It's too much, just like the stimulation is too much for Jungkook. Yoongi keeps it up just to hear those broken, whiny little sounds he adores so much, fingers scrambling everywhere on his chest and arms and neck, Jungkook frantically trying to anchor himself while Yoongi slowly picks him apart. By now he's probably painted the boy's chest pretty watercolors, has probably fucked him past any semblance of coherency. Yoongi swears he grows even harder inside Jungkook just from his voice. Like a damn siren's call, and god, Yoongi can't resist him--not those pretty lips he steals a kiss from or those trembling thighs he grips with firm fingers, steadying the boy against him. "My name, baby." Yoongi's hips snap harder, just at the right angle. "Wanna hear you say it when you ask to come."

there's nothing better than this. jungkook is sure of it, that's what keeps going through his mind, what he can't let go of, wouldn't want to if he could. being so completely surrounded by yoongi like this, full of him in every way, overwhelmed by all of the incredible, impossible things that yoongi can make him feel - jungkook can't imagine anything better. especially not when he's been wanting it, when he's been craving for it, when it feels like it's been so long and now he finally has it and it's so good, it's overwhelming, he can't take much more of it.

but god, he wants to. he wants to take it, wants to keep taking it, keep being greedy and soak up all of the good things, the good feelings that yoongi can give him. he's powerless against it, willingly gives it all up to the way that yoongi holds onto him, steadies him, keeps him right where he wants him so he can fuck into him nice and good and - god. jungkook can't help it. he feels it, feels the wetness welling up in his eyes, threatening to spill over. feels the tension winding together that much more inside him, how much he wants it, how easily he could tip over at any second - but he won't. not yet. not until yoongi tells him, not before he asks. "hyu - ngh - yoongi.. y-yoongi hyung, can - please, come?" he manages to get something out, broken and disjointed, the words nearly as desperate and fucked out as he feels - but he wants to be good, so good, always wants to make yoongi proud, especially like this.

Yoongi knows it's quickly spiraling out of even his control. There's only so much he can take, because god--everything about Jungkook is driving him wild. As much as he would like to drag this moment out even further, edge Jungkook for that much longer, the temptation to finish the younger boy off is too strong. Yoongi's been hot for it the moment he felt Jungkook grind that pretty, needy body against him, and he hasn't once stopped, hasn't once backed down. Yoongi misses him so much. Has missed this so much, which is about the only semi-coherent thought shuttering through as Yoongi drills into the boy, the sound of their skin as obscene as the way Jungkook stops and starts, moaning, mindless, through the question.

"There it is," Yoongi murmurs, breathing erratic as he trails back up the boy's sides, palm cradling Jungkook's cheek and angling his face so he can have a better look. This close, Yoongi can just make out the glistening against Jungkook's eyelashes, that special sort of tension in his features that always comes with intense pleasure. Too much, too overwhelming, and still trying so hard to please. He looks beautiful like this, reduced to near tears, and Yoongi's stomach gives a low, satisfied flip. His other hand slips down between their bodies, wrapping firm around Jungkook's leaking cock, twitching desperately at his strokes. Yoongi keeps pushing him, pushing him, because he knows Jungkook can take it. Because his baby deserves the best, only the best, and it's going to be worth it in just a few moments. "That's right -- come for hyung."

it's too much. that's the thought that keeps going through jungkook's head, shooting through him like a jolt of something that borders on the over-sensitivity that he's just starting to become familiar with. it's too much, so much after going for a stretch of nothing, nothing but his own fingers, toys - wishing that he had something else, wishing that he had more. now more is right here. fucking into him again and again, unforgiving. so good. so good that jungkook can barely stand it.

and yet - and yet there's yoongi. yoongi's voice through his own erratic breathing, yoongi's hands, his fingers trailing over the length of jungkook's body. cradling the side of his face, grounding him, keeping him centered while the rest of him continues to wear him down, pull him apart, reduce him to nothing but the best feelings. it still seems surreal, even at times like this that it's happening. that it is yoongi, yoongi fucking him, yoongi touching him, yoongi murmuring those words right here as he jerks him off, makes jungkook cry out immediately at the touch because he can't hold it, not like this, not if his hyung is doing that. but yoongi knows. of course he does. he knows exactly what jungkook can do, knows how to push, so easy to trust. it's a matter of seconds before he would have lost the battle himself but jungkook doesn't have to worry about that. not when yoongi is giving him permission, telling him to let go, to feel good, and god - he does. feels so fucking good, all shaking thighs and wetness that finds its way down to his cheeks whenever he does come, crying out to let yoongi know just how good he's feeling, grasping to hold on tight to wherever he can reach, still needing yoongi to anchor him somehow.

They both know it's not a real command, just like Jungkook doesn't actually have to ask permission for anything. He's free to do whatever he wants, and at the end of the day, the younger boy is the one with all the power and authority in his hands. Yoongi just understands what makes Jungkook feel good, feel confident, feel taken care of--understands how some of that freedom can only come from letting go completely, leaving someone else in control. Yoongi can sense it, holding his boyfriend so close, the moment he finally submits to every single feeling blossoming inside of him. And he keeps holding him through it all, even when Jungkook cries out, when he comes all over Yoongi's stomach, when he starts shaking from the intense waves of pleasure. Bordering on painful, how tight he is around Yoongi, and he slowly pulls himself out only to finish seconds later on the back of those trembling thighs. Doesn't even recognize the kind of sound that rips from his throat, just presses fingers in deep, holding Jungkook's neck and hair and waist and losing himself in all of him.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds later, and Yoongi is still breathless. The room is still dark around them, the apartment dead silent except for the soft noises of them slowing coming back to their senses. Yoongi feels the best he has in weeks, warm and satisfied and alive and so, so in love. He wraps a strong arm around Jungkook's back while the other comes back to those cute cheeks still wet with tears. Yoongi leans up to kiss him all over, following the same path as his touch, careful not to push Jungkook's over-sensitive body any further. Nothing but tender, unhurried affection. A wordless how are you feeling now?. A safe place to return to himself. Yoongi's still right here, always right here when Jungkook needs him most.

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