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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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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.

Edited 2018-11-13 02:59 (UTC)

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."

jungkook just can't help himself - and that's really what it all comes down to. when he gets like this, when he starts to slip into that kind of headspace, when it's difficult to try to control anything that he's doing - well, that's the point of all of this in the first place. to give up that control, to let yoongi have it, to let yoongi take care of him - to let yoongi push him to another state of mind altogether, one where he doesn't think or worry about anything at all, one where all he does is need. it takes time, of course. it takes practice, trust - jungkook has been there a handful of times now, but the closer they get, the more that he trusts yoongi, the more times they do this and the more time they spend apart, in between - the more jungkook craves for this, too. the more he misses it, misses him - of course he misses yoongi, all the time.

but right now, he has him. he's got him right here, jungkook is still safe right in yoongi's lap, with yoongi touching him, yoongi's voice soothing him, yoongi looking up at him as their positions shift slightly, enough so that the older man can lean down and bring his mouth to one of jungkook's most sensitive places. it always has been, but like this, when he's been worked up so sweetly, jungkook can't help the way that his body jumps slightly, how the sensation pulls another soft whine from his throat, fighting not to arch closer, to try and press for more. "a-ah, hyung.." the proximity, the weight of yoongi's gaze makes jungkook's cheeks flush even more than they already were, has him closing his eyes, because sometimes he still gets shy at first, when he can still think about it, when yoongi is so close and yet he still wants so much that he isn't entirely sure what to do about it.

Jungkook's need is written all over his body. Now that he's splayed out in front of Yoongi, pressed back against the couch and so warm underneath him, it's hard not to give in to that need. Hard not to touch more. He wants to slide his hands underneath those cute little overalls, remove the rest of his clothing and properly give Jungkook everything's he been craving for the past few weeks. Wants to do a lot more than that, so much more than that, but Yoongi stays focused on the younger boy's chest, how sweet he sounds whining below him the moment he makes contact. Yoongi feels the jump in his skin, how the boy continues to hold himself back, and it prompts him to bite down. "Keep your eyes open." It's a gentle, but firm reminder, same as the sharp sting he's left behind on the boy's soft skin.

Jungkook's all his. All his to take care of, and it's important that Jungkook keeps watching, is right there with Yoongi the moment he starts falling apart. Yoongi's dick throbs at the sight of his baby boy, already pushed so close to the edge yet still self-aware enough to feel shy at what's being done to him, cheeks a cherry red. He's lovely like this--even lovelier when he loses all control of himself, too deep in to think or worry or behave a certain way. "Hyung wants you to see how good he takes care of you. How good hyung makes you feel." Yoongi doesn't stop peppering the boy's chest with attention, swirling a tongue around him while thumbing against the other, pushing him more and more. "Because you're always such a good boy for hyung too, hm?" he murmurs low, raspy with want, continuing to ease Jungkook into that headspace. "Hyung's pretty, perfect baby doll."

jungkook wants so much. that's something that never seems to change, that never seems to dull even a little bit whenever it comes to yoongi. jungkook always wants. and in ways like this - well, it only grows. it's hard for it not to when he's forced to make due with nothing but yoongi's voice, his words more often than not. of course his body craves, needs, arches up into even the smallest of touches - and of course it means that he's already completely hard and aching underneath his cute overalls, so worked up, every inch of him begging for more.

yoongi knows. of course yoongi does, without jungkook having to say anything at all. but that's the beauty of this, of them, their dynamic, and they both know it. the way that yoongi continues his beautiful assault on jungkook's skin, how the pleasure keeps shooting right between his legs, the torture of being so, so good and yet not what he wants all at the same time. the way that he keeps coaxing him, praising him, directing him, making jungkook whine all the more even as his eyes flutter open, dazed and dark, watching everything that hyung does to him. the bite against his skin will likely leave a mark, and it makes jungkook arch slightly, makes him want more - more marks, all over his body, nice and dark and pretty so they'll last even after yoongi goes back home. he gasps softly just from the thought, fighting not to let his eyes drift closed again. "h-hyung...wan'.... i-i wan'.. more?" when yoongi is like this, there's never a guarantee how it will play out. jungkook knows that the best thing to do, the way that he can be the best boy is just to listen because hyung knows how to take care of him, but - but sometimes he can't help himself, he still has to try.

By now the movie playing quietly in the background is a million miles away. Jungkook is filling up every single one of Yoongi's senses, clouding his mind over in a thick haze he doesn't want to wake from. Not yet. Not until he's left the boy spineless and satisfied. God, how dark those beautiful doe eyes are as they stare dazedly at Yoongi, eyelashes fluttering, following every movement because of his command and his command alone. They both know that if Jungkook had his way, it'd be much different--but that's the point, isn't it? He can't always just get his way, not when Yoongi's in control and taking his time pulling the younger boy apart piece by piece. Sometimes it's overwhelming enough to bring tears to his boyfriend's eyes, the welled up emotion making them look even prettier.

He's already getting prettier with the marks Yoongi's starting to leave behind--reminders of what's his, of what's theirs--as his hyung mouths even lower on his body. He tugs down the overalls until they're bunched at the boy's hips, leaving Jungkook half-undressed, looking a delectable little mess. "Mmm." Yoongi hums as though he's genuinely thinking about his baby's delirious request, pressing delicate kisses to Jungkook's navel. He can feel how hard Jungkook is even with the lightest brush of his fingers over the wrinkled fabric between his legs, palming him almost as an afterthought. Maybe it'll make the boy arch again, or cry out, or breathe Yoongi's name like a plea. Maybe his best boy can do a better job than merely asking. "Beg for it, sweetheart."

jungkook just - he loves this. he loves it so much, never thought he could have anything as good as this, never thought he would be able to get the kind of satisfaction that he craved so much before he met yoongi, before they started indulging in this. and then - once he had it for real, in person, once they got past the beginning parts and really got into it - jungkook never imagined that it could actually be this good. as much as he wanted, as much as he fantasized, he never thought he would actually be able to get out of his own head so much, be able to put so much into someone else's hands, but yoongi just makes it so, so easy. and letting go - it was hard at first, but it's slowly starting to become one of the easiest things jungkook's ever done.

the way that yoongi starts moving only coaxes more breathless little sounds from jungkook's lips, whether he's aware of them or not. the way that his lips move lower, how he tugs jungkook's overalls down, giving more of him attention and yet it still isn't enough, jungkook is still impatient, feels like he's been untouched by his hyung for so long that waiting even more is too hard. but it's also so good, just like the kisses yoongi presses near his navel, just like the way he barely palms over his hard cock through all the layers of fabric, making jungkook's hips twitch up immediately, making him choke out another whine, looking for more of that friction. "please." it comes nearly immediately after yoongi's soft command, because jungkook doesn't have to think about it, doesn't have to consider. "please, hyung. please.."

Yoongi knows he will. He always does what Yoongi tells him to do, but there's something especially sweet about Jungkook begging so readily, without any hesitation. Even though he's left half-dressed and hard and aching, so close and yet still painfully far from any relief, he still complies. His voice catches onto another whine, those big eyes glazed and pleading as they wait to see what will happen next, if it's good enough, if it will finally give him what he's been so desperate for all night. Such a good boy, practically throbbing under Yoongi's fingers, hips chasing for more of that touch. And still he waits. And as for Yoongi--he can only deny his baby for so long, can't he?

Jungkook's sweet voice still lingering in his ears, Yoongi pulls his overalls and underwear down past his thighs before reaching out to the boy again. For a moment he just feels the weight of his boyfriend in his palm, flushed a pretty pink, the perfect handful. Always just right for him, so beautiful. His other hand smooths up and down Jungkook's inner thigh, caressing the sensitive skin there like a silent encouragement as Yoongi curls a loose fist around the boy's cock. "That's right," he murmurs, his own voice thick with need at just how wet Jungkook is, slick with precum and so fucking receptive to his touch. Jerking him off starts deliberate, thorough, but the slow burn doesn't last forever--the truth is that Yoongi can't deny himself either, not when he's worked Jungkook up this much, not when it feels like he could explode at any moment just from watching him. His grip tightens at Jungkook's waist, breathless words tumbling out. "Cum for hyung, baby. Let it all out."

jungkook is sensitive. he always has been, and he's always known it - even before he met yoongi. and it was the same after they met, the same when he was alone with yoongi's voice, yoongi's words, when he used to listen to his videos so religiously, back when he had to pretend that they were all meant just for him instead of knowing it without any hint of doubt. when they first started to get intimate, it was embarrassing. before they really got into the thick of it, when jungkook was still shy about any part of yoongi touching him like this. now, though, he's gotten used to it - he's let himself get used to it, let himself fall into it. and it's only seemed to make his reactions to everything that yoongi does to him that much more intense when he isn't worrying about it so much.

it's the same now as it always has been. it helps that jungkook is so worked up, so ready for yoongi that the first touch of his fingers has his hips twitching, his mouth falling open when yoongi's fingers curl loosely around him, encouraging him, making it so hard for jungkook not to just buck his hips up into it. he doesn't, though. he manages to keep himself in check, to hold himself back - and it's so worth it when yoongi starts stroking him properly, always so, so good, enough to make him let out sinful, desperate little noises that only increase with the way that the touches do. the way that it goes from calculated to something more raw, something with an obvious intent makes jungkook's head spin, makes him struggle to breathe because it's never enough. he always wants - he wants, he wants, he wants, his voice catching on a broken whine of "hyung, hy-ung," hips stuttering like he wants to hold it back, like he's trying so hard to but the thing is - he doesn't have a choice. yoongi brings the pleasure with a vengeance and it slams into jungkook so hard that he cums whether he wants to or not, face scrunched with the intensity of the feeling since it's been so long, voice rising to the kinds of levels that make him feel so grateful he lives in his own apartment.

Yoongi gets to watch it all happen, every single inch of his boy rising to meet the pleasure blooming inside of him. Higher and higher and Yoongi keeps going, drinking in the way Jungkook is struggling to contain it. It overflows in the twitches of his slim hips in Yoongi's grasp, in the breathless noises that increase in pitch and desperation by the second, in the way his face goes tense, nose scrunching adorably when his orgasm finally rips into him. It's been a long time since Jungkook's gotten this loud, and just from Yoongi's hand at that--but that's nothing compared to the way his body just sort of collapses in on itself, so beautiful and overwhelmed, cuming over his stomach, Yoongi's fingers, even a little bit on his shirt. Not that Yoongi minds. They've gotten themselves into far messier situations. All that matters is that he was able to make Jungkook feel this good.

He doesn't pull away for a long while. He thumbs gently over the head of Jungkook's cock, making sure the boy's given him everything, while his hand continues to rub soothing circles on his waist. Despite the heat clenching so, so tight in his belly, Yoongi's dark eyes are adoring as he takes in the sight of his ruined and thoroughly satisfied boyfriend splayed on the couch. Something blooms inside him, too. Maybe pride, definitely love--and his own satisfaction at seeing Jungkook so well taken care of after so many nights apart. When Yoongi finally draws his hand back it's accompanied by the rest of him leaning down, tongue cleaning up his baby boy. He tucks Jungkook back into his underwear and overalls, handling him delicately as he slowly puts the boy back together. "Feel better, Jungkookah?" Yoongi presses against his temple, kissing the disheveled hair there.

the high is always bittersweet, because no matter how good it feels, there's always that part of jungkook that doesn't want it to end. he's always so greedy for yoongi, always wanting more, and it only feels worse every time they're apart for too long. but then - he also just feels so good. boneless in that familiar way that only comes from this once yoongi is finally finished with him, once he finally pulls away from jungkook's most sensitive places, where the pleasure was starting to border on that too much that sinks into jungkook so deliciously.

he's still catching his breath, even as yoongi moves to clean him up. the feeling of his tongue is enough to bring more small shifts and squirms, and then yoongi is handling him so nicely, so steady and gentle in the way that he puts him back together, and jungkook just lets him. he's easy, pliant like this, and when yoongi moves in to press a kiss to his head jungkook's arms are raising, reaching out, wrapping around yoongi's neck in an attempt to keep him close. he nods a little, lets out an "mmhm" in response to the question, because it's true. because yoongi makes him feel better, makes him feel good, so good in every possible way.

Yoongi can't help but chuckle as Jungkook wordlessly pulls him closer, humming his agreement and wrapping arms around his neck. The soft, warm weight feels good, and this time Yoongi just lets him--moving into whatever position Jungkooks wants them to be in now that he's come down from his high. By now he should be used to the way his boyfriend becomes even more cuddly and needy after getting off, but Yoongi's chest tightens every time, heart too full to describe. Maybe it's the way Jungkook's deep trust in him extends in these quiet moments after. Maybe it's how he looks at Yoongi, like he's the the only one who could possibly make him this happy. He's never felt this important, this needed, this loved in his entire life, not until he managed to pluck up the courage to finally ask Jungkook out.

Yoongi winds up leaning back against the couch once more, only this time the Jungkook in his lap is facing him, curled into his body like he simply belongs. His own arms are wrapped around the boy's waist, keeping him close, and he's just sort of--taking him in. Stealing a few kisses from him, too. Managing the heat still simmering at the surface. "Ah...we missed a lot, didn't we?" he muses when he happens to look over Jungkook's shoulder at Titanic, still playing, completely and utterly forgotten, in the background. And then he breaks into a smile. "Suppose there's no harm in missing more."

Because maybe Jungkook's wish is also Yoongi's wish--it doesn't have to end just yet.

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