[yoongi/jungkook] ; heart shaker

[toughkookie]

jungkook feels like he's been waiting for this for at least a lifetime. sometimes it seems like that; he goes back and forth between feeling like he's known yoongi for years and feeling like it's only been a little while. neither option is quite right, and the length of time doesn't really matter - what matters is how comfortable jungkook feels, always has felt talking to yoongi. what matters is the way that he makes his heart race a little bit too fast and his skin flush just a little too hot, how jungkook feels every time he sees - or even thinks about - a picture of him. he has a crush. jungkook knows that. he's completely, utterly, head over heels in like with yoongi hyung and he absolutely knows it. what he isn't entirely sure of, though, is everything else that comes with it. it's hard to know what yoongi thinks, how exactly he's feeling, especially when jungkook is far, far too shy to ever just come out and ask him. but he can't help feeling like the older man making this trip, coming here just to meet him, to see him, to hang out with him - well, it's got to mean something, right?

it does mean something. that's what jungkook tells himself whenever he gets ready, and thank god he started so early in the morning even though they aren't meeting until the afternoon. it's the same struggle as always, only worse, somehow. jungkook has no idea how many times he changes before he ends up settled on something casual, normal, something like what he wears every other day - comfortable, fitted (and only slightly ripped) black jeans and an oversized white tshirt. he spends far too long fussing with his hair just to pull a beanie on over it at the last moment, stepping into his old, worn pair of timberlands on the way out the door. it's almost like he's a different person - the outside definitely doesn't match the inside, the only real giveaways that he's the very same person who posts his art online being the sketchbook he brings along in his bag and the small cluster of flowers painted on the inside of his wrist on one side, leftover from the last practice.

he makes sure to arrive early - far too early, and ends up regretting it not long after. sitting by himself in the little cafe means that he can't seem to stop looking at the door or out the windows, checking his phone even when it's still an hour away from the time they're supposed to meet. in the end, jungkook settles on pulling out his sketchbook, distracting himself by adding onto the last thing he'd been working on the night before.

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[starrystarrynight]

The control starts just as gently. Yoongi prefers playing a subtle hand, just as he prefers taking his time slowly working the younger boy into a frenzy. For as long as Yoongi's known him, Jungkook's always been unusually sensitive, and it's not like it takes much time--or effort--to really get him going. But dragging the time and effort out always has its sweet rewards. Rewards like the impatient sort of sound that falls from Jungkook's lips when his touch doesn't speed up, doesn't hit where it should, where Yoongi is all too familiar with. It just fills the younger over and over again, second after second--until one finger becomes two, pushing even deeper.

By now there's the beginning of a pretty bruise on Jungkook's neck, soothed by Yoongi's tongue. He can't stop kissing him, touching him, this beautiful boy in his lap who may or may not be still trying to fight it. But even so, he knows he has Jungkook. He can feel it. "You could take me properly," he murmurs, the breathlessness of his boyfriend's voice making his grip suddenly tighten. He pulls Jungkook's hips back in a little snap, making him fuck back directly onto his hand. Mimicking exactly what it is that he wants, exactly how he wants his baby to open up for him.

"Don't even need to move. Just right here, nice and easy."

[toughkookie]

jungkook is stupidly easy for yoongi. he always has been, really - ever since the very first time that he stumbled across one of the older's videos. ever since he first got off to the sound of his voice, falling into it, finding it far too easy - almost natural, to let the way that yoongi talked suck him in, even if yoongi wasn't talking just to him. of course it only makes sense that over time it just got worse. now that yoongi is actually talking to him, just him, giving jungkook all of his time and attention, all of his praise, all of him - jungkook can't resist, and the thing is, he never wants to.

not even when he's trying to do something, or at least, he was trying, up until a few minutes ago. nothing takes his concentration away quite like the growing sensations that yoongi inspires, the way that he plays jungkook's body so expertly, how it drives jungkook crazy because he knows - they both know that yoongi could pull jungkook apart so easily with nothing but his fingers, he has more times than jungkook can count - and yet, he takes his time instead. teasing, pushing, edging jungkook closer and closer to something dangerous with every press of those fingers deeper inside, with every press of his lips against jungkook's neck and - god, it feels good. jungkook wants more.

of course he would take yoongi up on that offer - because it's so hard not to think about it, borderline impossible not to want it, not to want yoongi to fill him up properly when he's giving jungkook his fingers and the way that yoongi guides his hips back makes jungkook moan, unashamed despite the flush settling in on his cheeks.

"mn.. hyung, i want it."

[starrystarrynight]

Those are the words Yoongi was waiting on. Wanted to hear Jungkook say it, admit that he wanted his hyung out loud instead of letting his body do all the communicating for him. It's taken some time and patience, helping Jungkook get as comfortable as he is now with voicing all of his desires. It wasn't always as easy as this, not when Jungkook was younger, shyer, accustomed to the intimacy beneath his own bed sheets with the sound of Yoongi's voice, not quite as confident with the real thing. But that hesitancy has long since passed, Jungkook's moan crystal clear and unabashed as Yoongi continues to work him. Continues to drive him crazy.

It's only when Yoongi pulls Jungkook's shorts down, just enough to have them bunch up and cling to his thighs, that he realizes the shift. No concentrated typing, no rapid-fire responses. Just breathless anticipation as Yoongi strokes himself slick with precum, lining himself up, the firm, steadying grip on his boyfriend's waist more than enough encouragement to follow his lead. So Yoongi has him scoot back, all the way back, slowly but surely, until Jungkook's ass is flush against him and he's fully buried. And fuck, watching his baby take him, every single inch swallowed up in that tight body, will never not make Yoongi's head spin. Feels amazing. Feels perfect.

His free hand wraps around the boy, fingers splayed and resting low on his belly. Takes a moment to catch his breath, to even his voice out, but eventually Yoongi picks up right where they left off--wondering if Jungkook will be able to do the same, now that he's got him in this headspace. Maybe even challenging his boyfriend. "Good boy," he praises lowly, pressing another light kiss to Jungkook's neck. "Now you can finish your work."

[toughkookie]

it all comes with practice - every movement, every bit of jungkook opening up more and more of himself, all of it an offering for yoongi to take. it used to only come out when he was really desperate - when he bottled it all up until it had no choice but to erupt, to spill over into things like late night phone calls, things like leaving yoongi voicemails full of his voice breaking and hiccuping over his desire; the way he used to fight the headspace so much even when he needed it, so his mind had no choice but to push him into it regardless.

now, the headspace comes willingly. jungkook doesn't fight it when the need washes over him, sexual or not - and of course, when yoongi is babying him, taking care of him no matter the context, it just comes that much easier. so he isn't shy about it, doesn't do anything but let it happen when he moans so clearly, when he just - lets yoongi move him. lets yoongi pull his clothes out of the way, lets yoongi lead him, guide his hips until yoongi is sliding inside, until he feels the familiar stretch and burn that he craves and it's so good, just as good as it always is, good enough to have him tipping his head back, fingers searching for something to hold onto - landing on yoongi's thigh.

and honestly - it's every bit as good, as satisfying, knowing that it gets to yoongi - knowing that it feels just as good to him, hearing the way that his breath stutters, just barely. because jungkook loves being a good boy - loves it when yoongi spoils him, when yoongi makes him feel good, when yoongi uses him to feel good.

"ah.. hyung," it comes out more like a whine again, and maybe it's closer to one this time. "don't.. mn, don't wanna work anymore.."