kkaeppsong | [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 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.

[yoongi/jungkook] ; heart shaker

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