[yoongi/jungkook] ; heart shaker

[toughkookie]

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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[starrystarrynight]

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."

[toughkookie]

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.

[starrystarrynight]

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.

[toughkookie]

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.

[starrystarrynight]

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."