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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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Yoongi has always liked spring. The perfect weather, the clean smells, the fresh start. The flowers. Jungkook's flowers are forever in bloom, tucked safely away in his sketch books, but it's nice to appreciate the real thing. Yoongi was just about to the cross the street toward the Daegu train station when he suddenly stopped, did a double take to the store he passed by. He had never noticed it before in his now familiar trek, never stopped to admire the vibrant varieties sprawling out of the hole in the wall flower shop. So he does admire them. And when he eyes a bouquet of pretty yellow lilies inside, all dressed up in white ribbon, there's not a doubt in his mind who they belong to.

They may not be as eye-catching as the ones Jungkook draws and paints and breathes to life, but they certainly dress Yoongi up as his travel companion, sitting dutifully at his side. No matter how many times he takes the train in, that giddy sort of sensation in his stomach never goes away. Although he makes the weekend trip as often as he possibly can, there's still far too many gaps in between seeing Jungkook. In between cuddling on the couch with a dozen movies and dinner dates and lingering touches in the shower. Yoongi misses him so fiercely it's starting to become a physical ache whenever he leaves to go back home. And strangely, it's starting to feel less and less like home the longer they date.

Thankfully, he won't have think about that for the next few days. Still carefully holding the bouquet, Yoongi steps up to Jungkook's studio apartment door and gives a light knock. He had texted his boyfriend when he got off the train and gotten a cheerful reply within seconds, little hearts lighting up his screen and making him smile to himself. Clearly he wasn't the only one ready for a much-needed reunion.

it's a pattern that's grown increasingly familiar over the past several months. now it feels comfortable, feels right every single time, when jungkook has the comfort of knowing that yoongi will be here with him for a weekend. at first he struggled with it sometimes, having a hard time letting yoongi be the one to come to him, always wanting to meet the older man at the station, to help accomodate him. but over time, jungkook has settled into it. he's grown more and more comfortable with yoongi taking the lead, taking care of him, even in small ways like this. it's all thanks to the older man's encouragement, reassurance, everything in between that they've settled into a comfortable routine for every time yoongi comes in.

now is no different. jungkook has spent the last couple of days cleaning up, everything from the bathroom to milk's cage to the bedsheets (he always likes to wash them right before yoongi visits, that way he can let the smell of his cologne linger as long as possible after he's gone). he's freshly showered and dressed earlier than yoongi's train is set to arrive, because the nervous jitters always keep him from sleeping in too much. because no matter how many times yoongi has visited him, stayed with him, jungkook can never stop himself from feeling all kinds of excited about it.

he forces himself to stop fussing around once he gets yoongi's text and knows he's in the city. but he gives one more round of adjustments to his clothes, brand new, just in case. he's never worn them out before, never shown them to yoongi, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous about it. fingers tug lightly at the fabric, overall shorts tie-dyed in an array of pretty pastel colors. he's paired it with a simple white tshirt, but it's far from the oversized, baggy ones he used to wear. this one is just loose enough to compliment the style, not short enough to be a crop top, but it does allow for a peek of his waist on each side. he likes it, but he's still nervous - excited, curious whether or not yoongi will like it, too.

he won't have to wait long to find out. it isn't a long trek from the train station to his apartment, and the familiar knock sounds at the door soon enough. just like always, any nerves are thrown to the side just as soon as jungkook gets up, comes over to the door and opens it. there's just sonething about yoongi that always overrides everything else, that sends him rushing forward, arms wrapped around the older man in a tight hug.

Before Yoongi even has the chance to get a good look at Jungkook, the younger boy is already rushing forward to collide into his arms. The weight of him feels so good, so right after too many weeks, and Yoongi's laughing a little in his hair, the breath knocked from his chest from the force of Jungkook's hug. He pulls the boy snug against his body, arms winding around his narrow waist, curling into his soft T-shirt. Yoongi's missed all of this. Jungkook nuzzling into his neck, Jungkook's smell, Jungkook's body curling into his slightly shorter frame. Just being able to touch him again. For a few moments he doesn't say anything at all, simply letting himself feel, indulging in the comfort that comes from being together again. The warmth that comes from his boyfriend is soothing and electrifying all at once, and Yoongi's not sure if he's ever going to get used to it.

"How are you, baby?" The words are caught somewhere between kisses to the arch of Jungkook's shoulder, the only place Yoongi can effectively reach without pulling away. Tender pressure, the same as his hands moving to lightly stroke the boy's back, Yoongi already starting to fall down the rabbit hole of giving his boy all the attention after a long absence. It's not like he can help it, especially when Jungkook is being so cute, and--

Yoongi suddenly registers the fact that the material underneath his fingers is different than what Jungkook usually wears. He also feels the small patch of bare skin when he strokes along the boy's sides, the placement curious. This time Yoongi does pull away ever so slightly, enough to take him in. Blinks. Steps back and gently holds Jungkook at arm's length, eyes widening slightly in surprise as he gives his boyfriend a proper once-over. Several long seconds of a once-over. "Jungkookie.." There's something like awe in his voice.

there's no way to explain just how it feels, being together with yoongi again like this. one second he's still inside, waiting, and the next he's safe and comfortable in yoongi's arms, holding onto him every bit as tightly, pressing into all of he places he can manage like he just can't get close enough. because he can't. he doesn't think he'll ever be able to, doesn't think he'll ever get his fill of the older man, that he'll ever feel truly satisfied, stop wanting him. he doesn't want to. he's perfrctly happy just like this, can't think of a single thing he would change, not in a million years.

the way that yoongi laughs breathlessly has jungkook smiling, the kisses pressed to his shoulder making his heart squeeze, ache in the best kind of way. the question feels even nicer, hearing, feeling yoongi's voice pressed this up close, jungkook unable to help himself from nuzzling a little bit closer. "really good, now," is his soft answer to the question, words that come out just before realization starts to settle over yoongi, before he pulls back enough to take it all in, to get a proper look at jungkook.

suddenly, jungkook feels shy. he can feel it in the way that his cheeks heat up, how the instinct is to look down, away, something. he knows that there's no reason to be, never feels anything less than comfortable, at ease with yoongi, but still. he can't help it, not when this is so new, a completely different sort of surprise, one that jungkook doesn't know what kind of reaction it's going to earn. the sound of his name just makes the flush burn brighter. "um... i-i just bought this, so.." he trails off, unsure of where to go with it but still feeling the need to explain, fighting the urge to look away.

Yoongi can only imagine what he looks like right now, motionless, mouth open in surprise, still holding Jungkook out in front of him. But he can't be too bothered by the fact that he's now openly gaping at his boyfriend because there's so much else to pay attention to. Of course there are the obvious things, the outfit Jungkook so mindfully, deliberately dressed himself in. The overall shorts are a mix of pretty pastel colors, soft, swirling, like the watercolor paints he sometimes uses. It suits his body well, slightly cinching in Jungkook's tiny waist, hitting just about mid-thigh for a flattering, but still practical fit. The T-shirt only compliments the look and is completely different from any T-shirt Yoongi's ever seen in the boy's closet before. It's shorter, fitted. Yoongi's gaze trails down to Jungkook's sides again, the peek of skin he had felt before. It's all pretty. Pretty and mild and soft.

Yoongi's hands slip down the boy's shoulders and gently rest on his hips, right there where Jungkook's shirt doesn't quite stretch down to his shorts. There are other things, too, that are leaving him speechless. Much larger things crowding up his heart. This is the first time Jungkook's ever worn clothes like this in front of him. This might be the first time he's ever worn clothes like this period. Imagining Jungkook being this comfortable and accepting with his desires, with himself, is something Yoongi has thought of often. Just a matter of months ago this all would have seemed rather unlikely, but right now, right here...

"Jungkookie." The awe is still there, lingering, but now there are other emotions shining through Yoongi's expression as he regards the younger boy. Happiness, admiration, and of course--pride. "You look...I've never seen you look so much like yourself." He makes sure the shy boy is meeting his eyes when he smiles, says, "I'm so proud of you."

jungkook has no idea what's going to come next. he knows that it won't be bad, because he knows yoongi. but more than that, yoongi knows him. yoongi knows exactly what it is that he likes, how he sees himself, how he wishes the rest of the world could see him more often than not - most days, jungkook thinks that yoongi knows, that he understands all of that much better than jungkook does himself. and yoongi has never been anything short of completely and entirely supportive, encouraging, always wanting jungkook to do anything and everything that he can to make all of those things a reality. jungkook knows this. but he still can't help the anxious beat of his heart, how it's going a little too fast, how the flush is stubborn on his cheeks, right alongside the urge to fidget, to look away, to curl into himself or otherwise hide because he isn't sure how else to handle it.

but he doesn't have to worry about it for too long. it's hard to say what gets to him first, if it's the way that yoongi looks at him or the way his touches slide down to his hips or the sound of his voice. either way, it hits him hard, just the same way that it always does. being praised, hearing that yoongi is proud of him - it never, ever fails to make that happiness bloom rapidly inside of him, filling up his chest, pulling some of that pride into himself as well.

his expression turns softer, then. flush still in place, but jungkook can't help it. just like he can't help the way that he smiles or presses closer again on instinct, like he's trying to curl himself up in yoongi and hide, or how he can't help the small, soft, shy giggle that slips through.

Yoongi doesn't know any other way to put it--Jungkook simply looks like the best version of himself. Happy, confident, comfortable. All the things he wants for the younger boy, and the fact that Jungkook did this all on his own just makes him that much prouder. In the past it would have taken a bit more nudging, encouraging Jungkook to let go and be himself, but this is something else. It's like watching a part of the boy grow up, mature right in front of him. Yoongi can't keep his hands off of him, can't pull his eyes away from the way he's dressed, the way he glows, the way he smiles, soft and shy and genuine. Jungkook shuffles that much closer, as though he's trying to make himself smaller, small enough to tuck inside his chest, and he does it while giggling--and then there's Yoongi, who feels like he could fucking explode in a million pieces because his boyfriend is too good to be true.

He meets Jungkook halfway, taking another small step to bring them that much closer, one hand still sitting low on his hip. The other cradles the boy's neck, fingers slowly sinking into soft hair. Thumbing over a sharp jawline, a perfect contrast to the delicate look of everything else. Yoongi holds him there for just a moment, looking on. He'll never entirely be used to how beautiful Jungkook is. "So pretty," he murmurs against Jungkook's lips, a different kind of encouragement altogether. One that's not really needed, but Yoongi can't deny how much he loves feeling Jungkook chase after his kiss. Especially when they've been apart like this. "I missed you."

of course, this is exactly the kind of outcome that jungkook wanted. it's exactly what he could have wished for, hoped for with picking out a brand new outfit, with wearing it for yoongi like this, showing it off. somewhere, deep down, of course there's a part of him that was fishing for it - he just didn't realize it yet. now, though, of course he does. of course it comes out when he's feeling so good, so safe and comfortable, happy, praised, taken care of - all of the very best feelings that yoongi always manages to give him all wrapped up into one, and all in less than ten minutes since he arrived. there's no doubt about it - with yoongi is exactly right where jungkook belongs. it's right where he needs to be, and falling right back into it is so effortless, easier than breathing - yoongi's here, and instantly everything else feels that much more like home.

just like the way that yoongi is touching him, the familiar feeling of fingers at his neck, a strong, yet delicate thumb sweeping over his jaw. it's perfect. just as perfect as yoongi's words pressed so close, teasing him, because both of them know that jungkook can't, won't do anything to stop the way that he's instantly trying to lean closer, trying to get proper attention, a proper kiss, suddenly needing it now that it's being dangled right in front of him after weeks of nothing. "missed you, hyung," jungkook responds easily, with a hint of a whine already curling around his words - because jungkook won't take it, doesn't want to, that isn't the way that they work.

Yoongi tucks that in somewhere safe--the way Jungkook sounds when he finally kisses him, the breathless whine of hyung against his lips, all for him. So sweet he can't help but indulge for a long, lingering moment, there against the door of Jungkook's apartment. I missed you doesn't even come close to the feeling that's been growing for the past few weeks apart. There's so much more to it. Sometimes the depth of how he feels for Jungkook surprises him still, knocks him straight in the chest and leaves him winded. Sometimes it doesn't take much at all, like seeing his boyfriend all dolled up and positively glowing with happiness, welcoming him home, pressing against his body so enthusiastically.

It's not easy, but eventually Yoongi does bring them back. He still wants to give Jungkook the pretty flowers, after all. And of course he needs to check in on Milk and give her some attention too, wiggling his fingers into her cage to feed treats to the silly little guinea pig. And it wouldn't be a proper visit if they didn't have dinner together, spend some time actually catching up and talking about nothing and everything. Certainly wouldn't be right if they didn't end up sitting together on the couch later in the evening, Jungkook nested between his legs, back against Yoongi's chest while the older man lounges back comfortably against the cushions, hand resting on his waist. There's a soft blanket tossed across them, pooling around Jungkook's chest, and by all accounts Yoongi's perfectly cozy and content--even if it means watching Titanic for the third time.

He likes the movie just fine on its own, but he can't deny that his favorite part has always been watching Jungkook get himself so immersed into it. It's exactly the kind of sweeping story that gets to the younger boy every time, and usually Yoongi soaks up every bit of his reactions. Usually lets the boy have his fun, holding him through it. He knows the exact moment when Jungkook starts to focus, really focus, and usually he keeps that particular piece of information to himself, but tonight isn't one of those nights. There's a reason why he dangled the carrot in front of Jungkook before, pulling away too soon, offering too little, after so much time apart. It's the same reason why he smooths his hand over Jungkook's flat little tummy thirty minutes into the movie, casually rubbing against the overalls that don't exactly cover much. "Are you warm enough, baby?"

the night goes just as expected, but that doesn't mean that anything about it is boring or unpleasant. in fact - jungkook loves it, just like he loves it every single time yoongi comes to visit him. he loves the little routines that they have in place, things as simple as yoongi checking in on milk and the two of them settling down to share dinner together, talking about as much as they can manage, catching up on all of the little details that don't always make their way across the distance and then some. it just feels good. it feels comfortable, feels right - feels like yoongi is finally home again, and it's a feeling that jungkook's found himself falling more and more, deeper and deeper into every single time that he comes back.

so jungkook isn't upset about it, doesn't complain whenever yoongi is the one who pulls them back a bit, who dials down the physical affections at first in favor of letting all the rest of it happen. he's content in knowing that he has yoongi here, knowing that he'll have him for the next few days, just happy to spend time with him, doesn't care too much about what it is that they're doing. but he also doesn't shy away from choosing whenever yoongi asks what movie he'd like to watch - it's just one of his favorites, and it's long, and he really likes cuddling up to yoongi while they watch any kind of movie.

jungkook also has no reason to suspect any kind of ulterior motive, at least not yet. for now, he's just content to soak it all in, both the movie and any attentions, affections that yoongi is willing to give him - giving a pleased little sound in the back of his throat at the way that yoongi's hand smooths over him. the question reaches him a moment later and he nods slightly, eyes still trained on the television screen, none the wiser about anything at all. "mm-hmm.. are you, hyung?"

Yoongi smiles to himself at the cute way Jungkook reacts to his touch, humming something soft and pleased in front of him. The touch is barely anything at all, but the boy is still so sensitive, so immediately ready for it that it leaves a familiar heat settling low in Yoongi's gut. It's always fun to see just how far he can push Jungkook. He's been doing it for months now, in big ways and small ways, but the spark never fades out. And Jungkook's such a good boy, trusting Yoongi without a shadow of a doubt whenever he finds himself in a new position, a new experience, a new game he can't simply whine his way out of. All those filthy audios Yoongi used to record, the very same ones Jungkook would touch himself to, all red-hot need and teenage desperation against the sheets--they're not distant fantasies anymore. They're right here, knocking on Jungkook's door when he least expects them to.

"I'm good," Yoongi answers easily, reassuring the younger boy with his low tone, a couple more rubs of his palm. Hard to find anything else buried in his relaxed approach as he turns back to the movie. "You just felt a little cool, that's all." It's said as an afterthought, as though Yoongi's already moved on from the conversation altogether. All the while his hand stays put, fingers slowly spreading up Jungkook's chest, pressing against the little buckle holding his overall strap in place. His cock twitches in mild interest as he considers the metal bit, files that away for later. He never really stops moving, just keeps working slowly up and down Jungkook's chest and sides, warming up the younger boy like a good boyfriend ought to.

it just feels good, and that's the thing, isn't it? it always feels good with yoongi - everything does, so much so that sometimes jungkook still can't believe it, can't believe just how lucky he is, just how much he's managed to luck out with all of this. yoongi is simply incredible, simply made for jungkook in all of the right ways - he's thought that for so long, since before they were even together, and now even in moments like this, he's constantly reminded of it. whether it's when there's still miles between them or when they're close like this, whether it's just innocent touches and conversations or something else, something much different - jungkook is yoongi's, simple as that. and yoongi is jungkook's too, and that's a knowledge that keeps him feeling happy little butterflies every time it comes to the forefront of his mind.

kind of similar to this, to the way that jungkook already feels so nice just with yoongi pressed close to him, with that warm, low voice right there. the older man doesn't even have to try and jungkook is already melting into him, one way or another. the funny thing is, it doesn't take long at all for it to tip towards the other way, either. despite the innocent words, jungkook still can't help it - he can't help the way that yoongi's slow, consistent drags, the touches over him just want to wake up something else inside him, something that's been lingering just underneath the surface, something all too aware of just how long it's been. it embarrasses jungkook slightly, especially when he's still none the wiser to yoongi's own thoughts, the way he's already headed down that path - so he shifts, squirms just slightly underneath the touches, lets out a "hyung," that almost sounds just a little bit like a whine. almost.

It never does take long for Jungkook, the poor boy too sensitive for his own good. Yoongi absolutely relishes how the boy's body wakes up to his touches whether he actually wants to or not, how little control Jungkook has over himself in situations like these. So easy for hyung every single time. But then, that's precisely the sort of thing Yoongi likes to spend time teaching him: control. It'll be another of the many moments that have already come before, another lesson in discipline that can offer such sweet rewards--and even sweeter punishments. But that's getting ahead of himself. Right now, all Yoongi is focused on is calming the squirming boy in his lap, the small movements impossible to ignore in the quiet room.

Yoongi clicks his tongue at the soft call, his other hand holding firm to Jungkook's hips, keeping him from moving around too much. "Shh, relax and enjoy the movie, baby," he both soothes and gently chides, amusement lacing through his words. This is only a fraction of just how fussy the younger boy can be, and Yoongi intends to get there at his own pace, stretching the tension out nice and slow. For the next several minutes his touches quiet, not applying much pressure but not dragging away either, getting Jungkook right to the point of almost-familiarity. When he feels the younger boy ease back against his chest again, sucked back into the movie, Yoongi's fingers slip underneath the heavy material of his overalls, sliding over his thin, white T-shirt instead. Casually fondling Jungkook's chest, thumb rubbing over his nipple in an almost-accident.

even if jungkook didn't know what yoongi was getting at before, and even if he still doesn't know exactly what it is that's going through yoongi's mind now - he at least knows enough. he can pick up on cues, like how his hyung sounds right now, like the little click of his tongue and the way that his words are somewhere between a gentle reassurance and a demand. it's the kind of thing that gets heat threatening to lick its way up jungkook's spine easily, so easily - especially when they've been apart for so long. jungkook is just easy for yoongi, has learned so much comfort and trust in the older man that it's impossible for him not to be now, impossible not to open himself up, to fall into it - into him, every single time.

but still, he doesn't say anything else in response. he simply listens, stops the squirming, relaxes and yoongi's wandering hands seem to do the same. at least, for a little bit. at least, until jungkook's attention has wandered away from them and then they're right back to it, yoongi's fingers suddenly wandering over his chest, yoongi's thumb brushing over his nipple and making him arch up slightly, immediately, unable to help himself. he bites at his lower lip slightly, doesn't say anything more, simply curious - curious about what yoongi is going to do next, about what he has in mind, and entirely unable to keep himself from wanting more.

Satisfaction pools low in Yoongi's belly, how quickly Jungkook arches up ever so slightly into the touch, as if on instinct, but otherwise remains still. No more whines spill from his lips, and he doesn't shift around in Yoongi's hold, searching for more or pulling away. That means he's listening. Means he's being a good boy. Jungkook takes to his lessons like a fish to water, always so eager to please, an almost innocent joy in making Yoongi proud of him. Almost. He knows better than to underestimate the neediness in those big doe eyes, the sinful heat of his beautiful body when it's splayed out, practically begging for Yoongi's undivided attention.

This time around, Jungkook doesn't even need to beg for it. Yoongi's thoughtful enough to already give him some of that attention, the pad of his thumb gently flicking back and forth, enough to get the younger boy hardening slightly beneath him. His nipples have always been a particularly sensitive spot for play, Yoongi well-versed in just how arousing and overstimulating it can be for his boyfriend. The first time he discovered it, Yoongi struggled to keep himself in control, it was so hot. Now, he knows exactly what he's getting himself into, bracing himself for the inevitable, breathless reaction as he pinches the boy between his thumb and forefinger. "Hyung's going to warm you up while you watch." The words are pressed to the back of Jungkook's neck, the meaning clear. This is for your own good, what hyung is doing--so just relax and take it. Don't do anything that hyung wouldn't want you to do.

jungkook knows what he's supposed to do - what yoongi wants him to do. they've had enough experience by now, enough of these little play sessions, the ones that aren't always just as simple as sex. this is what both of them knew going into this, what they both agreed on before even jumping into their relationship - this is the part of it that jungkook had always been so curious about before, the part that yoongi's videos had helped him start to learn more about before and now. now it's something else entirely, because the way that it gets under his skin, the way that he enjoys it whenever it gets like this, whenever yoongi gets like this - even the thought of it at all enough to take his breath away.

but, it could also be the way that yoongi's thumb flicks back and forth over his nipple, coaxing it to hardness, the fabric of his shirt only adding to the sensation. jungkook wants to squirm, wants to whine, wants to do so many things - but he doesn't. he steels himself instead, fingers wrapped around the soft blanket for something to hold onto, goosebumps raising over his skin despite its warmth with the words that yoongi presses to his neck. he can't help it, though, when yoongi pinches him. can't help the soft whine that sounds in the back of his throat, the way he jolts a little with the pleasure, completely involuntary - because it's one of his most sensitive spots, perhaps the most sensitive, and they both know that of course yoongi knows it. still, jungkook wants to be good - always wants to be good for yoongi, especially when even the mere thought of it is enough to already start sending him into an all too familiar headspace.

It's so cute that Jungkook can't help himself, jolting in his lap like a startled bunny. He hears the whine backed up in the boy's throat, like he's trying so hard to stay still and quiet, just like Yoongi wants. It's nice now, how Yoongi doesn't even have to go through the rules anymore. They've done this enough times by now, he's used the tone with Jungkook enough times by now, that he can immediately start having his fun, knowing full well that his boyfriend understands what's expected of him. It all feeds into that particular satisfaction they both crave, that can only come from play sessions like this. And Yoongi's craved it so much lately. Leans close just so he can rest lightly against the back of Jungkook's neck, warm lips to his skin. For a moment he simply enjoys this--arms full of his boyfriend, rubbing soothing little circles after the sharp pinch.

Winding slowly back down. It's better when he lets Jungkook rest in between the highs. So much sweeter with the push and pull, Yoongi having complete control of the pleasure lighting up the boy's body, how he gets it, when he gets it. And perhaps Yoongi wants to test him a little, see if he'll be on his best behavior even when he doesn't get what he wants right away. For a while, it's just Yoongi's fingers lavishing tortuously slow attention on both nipples, not bothering to do more. And then, as casually as everything else, he tugs the straps of Jungkook's overalls down his shoulders but doesn't unbuckle them. The white shirt clings to Jungkook's body much differently then his usual ones do, and Yoongi's gaze drags. "Lift your arms, baby."

it's something that's taken time to get so comfortable with, even as much as jungkook wanted it, as clearly interested as he's been since before they even started their relationship. it still takes trust, it takes practice, takes learning - and jungkook and yoongi have had their fair share of all of that with each other now. it just means that it's so much easier, easy for him to fall into it faster, easier to crave it, easier to just melt back into yoongi's strong, solid warmth and let himself be taken care of. yoongi always knows what to do - always knows just how to take care of him, even if jungkook can't always see it at first, even if sometimes in the moment he finds himself wanting a little more.

it's hard not to want more. especially at a time like this, when they've been apart from each other for so long - everything about jungkook, every inch of him just craves the older man, wants for his touch so much more than he even realized before yoongi started touching him like this. before he started teasing him, torturing him, long moments of slow, soft attention to his nipples that has him easily, steadily growing hard for his hyung until he's already starting to throb, to ache for it, pressing his thighs together like somehow it might help ease the tension. his face is flushed, little hitching breaths and backed up, swallowed down whines but nothing more until yoongi eases the straps of his overalls down, gives him some instructions. jungkook loves following yoongi's instructions, doing what he's told, making yoongi proud and happy and being a good boy. so of course he obeys easily, shifting to raise his arms up straight and simply staying there, waiting for the next instruction or for yoongi to do what it is that he wants to do.

"Good boy." The praise easily slips out as Jungkook raises his arms without any hesitation, waiting for Yoongi to tell him what to do next. Yoongi knows his boyfriend is happy to be in that position, following what he wants, so he doesn't feel too bad about lingering for a moment, fingers tracing down the muscles in Jungkook's arms. Moving lower down his shoulders, his sides, feeling the boy all stretched out for him. Then they're curling around the hem of Jungkook's T-shirt and gently tugging up. He slips the clothing off the boy without any resistance and tells him to relax again--or as much as he can. The tension, the small little shifts beneath the blanket and breaths that cut a little too short, Yoongi can sense it all. His baby must be so hard already, and he's barely even started.

Once Jungkook is settled back against him, arms relaxed, he makes quick work of slipping the overall straps back in place across the boy's chest. Except now there's no fabric acting as a buffer between the cool, hard metal buckle and his sensitive skin. Yoongi gives an experimental tap to one of the buckles, watching the way it catches against his nipple. The way his skin is starting to flush pink from the relentless touching and attention drags a deep satisfaction down Yoongi's spine. Must feel cold against all that hot skin. Must make it really difficult. "Still watching the movie, Jungkookie?" Yoongi casually checks in, just as his other hand reaches down to spread Jungkook's thigh, tugging him apart. The way the younger boy was so tightly squeezing his legs together, it was getting a bit too close to touching for Yoongi's liking. And they both know Jungkook isn't supposed to touch himself.

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jungkook didn't buy the overalls with anything else in mind. he simply thought that they were cute, liked the way they looked on him, the colors and the fit all complimenting his figure in all the right ways. perhaps it has to do with how innocent he can still be about all of this, or maybe it just comes down to what yoongi still has to teach him. there's a lot to learn, and jungkook loves learning it. loves the way that the praise from his hyung gets him tingling all over, buzzing with an energy under his skin that he only ever gets when they play like this.

he doesn't know what yoongi is going to do next, and that's part of what he loves the most. it's always so unpredictable, it leaves him anticipating, but pliant when yoongi moves him, puts the straps back in place. he isn't expecting it, and maybe that's why the sensation makes him cry our slightly at first, the cool metal against his sensitive, alert nipples. it's like a bolt of electricity straight between his thighs, and any fraction of a repreive that pressing them together was giving him is gone when yoongi reaches down and spreads them apart. he lets it happen, the mounting desperation only making the fire inside burn that much brighter. they both know how much he likes it, how much they both do, even when he can't help himself. can't help squirming a little, swallowing down a whine, a needy little sound and nodding slightly instead. "mn.. mhm..."

Sometimes it's hard even for Yoongi. Sometimes he looks at the boy, so wound up with anticipation and heat, so receptive to his touch, those big, pretty eyes tearing up from just how good it is and how much more he needs to have--and he wants to give Jungkook the world. Most days he spoils the younger boy without thinking twice about it, never telling him no, never letting him feel even the slightest bit of discomfort for focusing on what makes him feel good and safe and happy--and asking hyung to help get him there. Of course it's not always easy, the waiting and dragging and teasing and edging. But that's part of what makes the pay off so rewarding. At the end of the day it doesn't matter how much Jungkook squirms in his lap, or how tempting those whiny, desperate little noises are, or how impatient his boyfriend gets. Yoongi knows he's going to love Jungkook that much better and harder, and it's going to ruin him in ways he can't even imagine in that pretty little head of his.

That soft cry is so beautiful, shoots straight between his own legs as he watches, hears Jungkook start to become overwhelmed. It's clear the sensations are starting to become too much, as Yoongi steadily continues to push forward. His fingers sink into the Jungkook's thick thighs, curling just underneath the fabric of his shorts, still so painfully far from what the younger boy wants. "Tell me what's happening now." The metal is still pressed close to Jungkook's nipples, perhaps a little too tight for comfort from Yoongi readjusting the straps. He taps a forefinger against the baby soft skin of Jungkook's inner thigh, still keeping him nice and spread out. "Hyung knows you like this scene."

the thing about the two of them getting that much more comfortable, that much closer, about jungkook not having to worry so much about anything at all when they're like this - well, the thing is that it means that it's that much easier for him to fall back into the familiar headspace that only comes with this kind of play. it never takes long, not anymore, but it's so much worse when it's been so long, when neither of them have really been able to indulge in it the way they like to when they're so far apart from one another. it means that jungkook is far too ready for it, so ready and willing to just fall into it, deeper and deeper with every word, every touch, with every moment that passes because jungkook can just feel it.

he can feel it all in just how much he's needing now, the feeling only growing more, steadily. hard to ignore just how much he wants yoongi when it's like this, so close and yet so far, when the older man has worked him up enough that he's aching for it, for something, just wanting to be touched. he never gets needy for anything like like he does for this, like he does when they're together, just for yoongi. it makes it hard to focus on anything else, hard to even try, but yoongi is still talking to him - still coaxing him, still asking of him, and jungkook still wants to be so, so good.

"they.. mn.. they're ta-talking..." is as much as he manages, a soft whine trying to bubble its way up his throat, fighting to escape, something in him wanting to let yoongi know how much more he needs while the rest of him just keeps fighting to be good, to be a good boy, to listen and do well.

The thing is--Yoongi does know Jungkook likes this scene. The younger boy always perks up when the dancing at the party starts, how carefree and happy the two star-crossed leads are as they fall that much deeper in love. He knows it the same way he knows the curve of Jungkook's legs, the same way he knows how far gone the boy is just from the breathlessness of his voice, how despite everything being thrown at him he's still straining to keep still just like he should. Like Yoongi's good boy. The fact that he isn't paying attention to what's playing on the TV screen anymore, too wrapped up in his submissive space to care, to even want to care, is the only answer that Yoongi really needs. The sound of his voice, distracted and shaky and lovely, is just the cherry on top. He's still trying so hard.

Without warning, his fingers leave Jungkook's thighs in favor of wandering back up his chest, thumbing over both of his nipples. He must have done a good job warming the younger boy up as promised, because now he's flushed a pretty pink, burning hot against every lingering touch. Yoongi nestles into the crook of Jungkook's neck, lips resting gently against his skin. "Mm, sounds like you're no longer interested in the movie." There's a drag of a tongue--barely, just a little, just a taste--before Yoongi's pressing something else against his boyfriend. Jungkook must feel how hard he is by now, sitting and squirming on his lap like this. Must drive him crazy to know he can't have it yet, can't touch Yoongi just like Yoongi won't touch him. "Sounds like you wanna cum, just like this. Just from hyung helping you."

jungkook never knows what to expect, never knows what's coming next. but more than that - he doesn't even try to. he doesn't try to anticipate anything that yoongi does, instead chooses to lose himself in it, to give himself up to it, because it's so, so much better that way. just like it is when yoongi's fingers are suddenly leaving his thighs and finding their way to his nipples once again. just like the lips pressed against his neck, yoongi's voice so close, just like how now he can feel how hard yoongi is, pressing against him even through the layers of clothes and jungkook can't help it - he whines.

"mn.. s-sorry, hyung..." he manages, because he knows that he's slipping. he knows that it isn't being good, squirming in yoongi's lap, not paying attention, the way that the sounds are becoming too much to keep inside. the way that he just wants, needs so much, sometimes it's too hard to keep it all together.

Of all the sweet sounds Jungkook makes when he gets like this, his whines are by far Yoongi's favorite. There's something about it that both satisfies him to no end and leaves him wanting so much more--craving to slip inside Jungkook and make him lose himself. Make sure the younger boy is so well taken care of, so thoroughly pleasured that he can stay suspended in the moment, right there in Yoongi's arms. He continues mouthing at the boy, lingering presses trailing down his neck, shoulder. Smells so good, and god--Yoongi's missed this.

"Shh, baby boy," he murmurs, the fingers against him stroking in soothing little circles. Jungkook's been doing his very best, especially after being apart for so long, and there's no point in having the boy feel guilty about enjoying himself. That's all Yoongi wants in the first place. Eventually his kisses lower even further, Yoongi angling his body so he can properly see just how flushed and pretty the boy looks, jelly-limbed against the couch. Yoongi glances up, holding Jungkook's gaze as he leans down and gently sucks at his nipple. Barely there pressure, a flick of the tongue. "Hyung wants you to cum like this."

[yoongi/jungkook] ; heart shaker

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