kkaeppsong | [yoongi/jungkook] ; heart shaker

[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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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.

jungkook feels good. he almost can't believe how good he feels, even after. it takes time for the waves of pleasure to subside, to finally stop assaulting him, rolling through his body over and over again. it isn't until after yoongi comes as well, both of them satisfied, that the overwhelming, almost too much starts to settle, quiet into a hazy, floaty kind of feeling that he never gets anywhere else. it's a feeling that comes from all of this. from being so completely satisfied, from how good it feels to have yoongi take care of him like this, to hand himself over and know without any hint of doubt or worry that yoongi is going to take care of him. yoongi always takes care of him, and it's especially good like this, after so long, when jungkook's been wanting while they were apart.

coming back to himself is a slow process. it's something that always depends on so many other factors, something that never, ever makes him feel hurried or rushed. he can take his time, just feeling. feeling close to yoongi, feeling taken care of, safe, secure, feeling loved. it makes him warm all over, inside and out. makes him feel full with it, this kind of bone deep satisfaction, this kind of content that only comes with yoongi, yoongi, yoongi. he doesn't say anything - not yet. but after some time, movements still a little shaky, unsteady, he shifts to lay more comfortably against yoongi, curled up slightly and pressed close in the way that he likes best.

Yoongi helps Jungkook wiggle his way off his body, hands steadying the boy's waist as his shaky limbs plop him down on the bed. He doesn't move too far though, still tucked right into Yoongi's side, which is just as well because Yoongi isn't keen on letting him go. Or moving himself, for that matter. The only thing he has half a mind to do is grab a few tissues from Jungkook's bedside table and wipe up the mess they left on each other. It's more for Jungkook's sake than his own, but once he tosses the tissues aside he's back to focusing his attention on his boyfriend. His boyfriend who's curled up next to him like the perfect fit, looking so content and cozy it makes Yoongi's chest give another sharp throb. He could say it then, too. He could say it in the dark, pressed right there to Jungkook's cheek.

Instead he snuggles a little closer, hand still resting lightly on the younger boy's bare waist. Not like there's any reason to get dressed again anyways. The thought suddenly brings a memory to mind, and Yoongi laughs under his breath imagining what happened last visit, the sound raspy but soft. "Your pig didn't make any noise this time. Thank god." Yoongi's not sure if he'll ever be used to the tiny creature's distinct, unexpected sounds, much less its presence in Jungkook's bedroom. He knows it sounds ridiculous, but he wants his alone time with Jungkook...to be just his alone time with Jungkook. He can't help but feel that the pet knows something's going on. Before he even realizes what he's saying, Yoongi continues to mumble sleepily, "When we get our own place one day maybe he can have his own room."

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