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once the ride did eventually continue, the two love birds reaching the bottom, their friends reunited with them in haste, yoongi glared at the manager who was mumbling out half-hearted apologies to the other passengers, he shrugged at yoongi, "i don't know, looks like you two are fine now, maybe you needed that time up there" and well he had a point, "when he told me-" the manager nodded, referring to jin, "-i figured who am i to stop love?"
jungkook blinked, "um thanks, then i guess?"
"no, not thanks" yoongi shooed the man away, turning to his friends, half stood with dopey smiles and the others avoiding yoongi's eyes. jimin is the one who spoke, "it was taehyung's idea!"
"i know"
"well jimin's not lying-" namjoon muttered.
"he isn't"
taehyung glared at both, well, "hyung- if you're gonna be mad because i know about you're fear of heights-"
"thank you"
"in my defence i- what?
"you were right, i think we- i needed to go up their, not only to face my fear of heights, but to face my fear of jungkook- of loving jungkook. of letting myself fall. i know things have been weird, i just, I've loved jungkook for a while, always knew i had. but underestimated the person he was, the person i am, the people we are. i'm not some monster out to hurt him, and he's not fragile piece of glass. i'm a human and i make mistakes we will fight and we may get hurt... but it'll never be my intention. and i know you didn't do a lot, we had talked before, and the fair was a happy coincidence and the idea was just to get us finally acting normal again, and maybe talking about us in a possible relationship but i know we took you guys for granted. we hurt you guys by hurting ourselves and each other, and for that I'm sorry. i just want you- all of you- to know that i do appreciate you guys and not to be gay, but i kinda love you guys"
it was silent until the rest of his five friends groaned ["ugh, ew" "don't say stuff like that, hyung" "wouldn't of done it if i knew you'd turn into a ball of cheese... and deepness"] but taehyung, well taehyung was stood with tears filling his eyes, jungkook beside him with a confused look as tae launched forward and wrapped his arms around yoongi, "that's the sweetest thing you've ever said. i love you, hyung, i love you i love you" and yoongi was about to scold him and push him off but he couldn't find it in him so he simply wrapped his arms around the younger too, smiling.
their friends smiles because of this, yoongi showing affection to someone other than jungkook, the rest all laughed, cooing and joining in to form a group hug around the two.
but jungkook was not smiling, nor did he join the group hug, "kookie?" taehyung said once the pulled apart.
"hm yeah?" he said with a slight bite to his words, feigning nonchalance.
"oh wow, are you jealous?" jin cut in with a loud laugh.
"what? no I'm not-" he mumbled but before he could finish, the other cut him off. "oh my gosh, you so are!"
"kookie! i wouldn't of pegged you for the jealous type"
"so possessive, it was just a hug" all his friends teased, making jungkook frown, "you're jealous, kook? "he heard a gravelly voice preventing him from performing his current intention of cussing them all, yoongi wrapped an arm around the younger's tiny waist, slotting perfect, and pulled him to his side, "'cause there is really no reason to be, pouty baby" he whispered in his ear, smiling when he saw the younger turn completely red, legs weakening thus resulting in yoongi having to hold him extra close to keep him from falling. yoongi heard a whine.
"hyung"
after that the boys decided to have fun for a bit, some taking their ever waited turn on the ferris wheel, others going to get candy and jungkook and yoongi playing games in which the younger beat yoongi in all so far. the first was simply a spinner wheel, where jungkook had landed the same symbol three times, receiving a simple chocolate bar.
yoongi spun something different each time.
the second game was a darts game to which jungkook hit the target near enough perfect and left yoongi standing no chance, for this he had won a pretty pink flower shaped balloon. and at brings us to the game they had just played, where you have to throw rings onto as many mini-bats at you can in a given time, to which jungkook beat yoongi, but only by one. jungkook had won a miniature cat keyring.
yoongi was frustrated, "i beat you again, hyung!" the younger teased, flashing his famous bunny grin.
"shut up and go buy us candy floss" yoongi grumbled, reaching his hand it to give jungkook a few spare coins, the younger giggled at his grumpy hyung saying, “don’t be sad, hyung, i’ll let you win next time!” he pressed a chaste kiss to the older’s cheek before snatching the money and nonetheless, going over to a stall with food, while yoongi cheeks had a newly formed pink tint to them, then proceeding to murmur something about patience under his breath.
'PLAY TO WIN' the words stared yoongi in the face, it's not that yoongi was a sore loser, but he really wanted to win a prize for jungkook. it felt like a date- unconventional of sorts, but he was it felt so cliché to be in this situation- and all he wanted to do was win the he younger and teddy or flowers ton something and fulfil his cheesy, romantic dreams. okay, maybe he just wanted to make the younger have that cute smile for the rest of the evening and make the night memorable, but close enough. yoongi wouldn't say he was particularly good at these types of games, but he was good at basketball so by logic should be good at aiming.
turns out, that’s not the case. however he wasn’t bad, per say, he was just a little rusty and after losing two rounds— and yoongi knows the line for candy floss was long, that’s why he chose it, but where is jungkook?— with little surprise (well maybe some, like the game operator for example), he did win. in fact he had scored one of the highest scores and therefore was allowed to choose out of the nicer, bigger, prizes. but maybe that was more so to do with the game operator and his surprise at yoongi’s commitment, having doubted him. he tried to think of what jungkook would want, having joked about getting a huge teddy like in this cliché films, but here it was staring him in the face. he had too. selecting the rather large teddy, he wondered if it was too much, but there wasn’t no turn backs now, opting to just browse around and and wait for the younger to come back.
and surely, eventually— "sorry hyung, i wanted to get a picture of the sky lights- what is, where did you-?" jungkook stared at the cute bear, covering most of his hyung.
yoongi stammered. "well– i, i just won it- and thought maybe you'd want it- but now– i, sorry it was a stupid idea, you're not a child, i'll just-"
he wasn’t cut of as jungkook suddenly jumped at yoongi's smothered form, hidden by the bear, wrapping his arms around both soft items subsequently dropping the cotton candy he had luckily opted for in a bag. "hyung’s th’best" he said, words muffled by the bears plush body, yoongi smiled, feeling content. and only when he pulled away did both yoongi and jungkook's ears burn red. "thank you, hyung, you didn't have to get me anything- and don't- don't say things like that. i love it. i love the bear. i love you. you think too much. i talk to much, but only when i’m nervous. not that i’m nervous, well i am. but not that you make me, at least not in a bad way!” the younger could feel his hyungs eyes on him, gummy smile showing, awe filled in his gaze. “i-i’ll shut up." jungkook mumbled out in a daze, face burning.
"you’re so cute. it’s no problem kook" yoongi smiled adoringly at the younger, he then decided to be playful and start teasing the maknae, "now admit I'm better than you"
"what?"
"look i'm just saying, i did get he highest score and got you this bear- oh what was it you said? 'hyung‘s th’best'" imitating the younger’s voice. jungkook went completely red, "hyung" he whined with a pout as yoongi chuckled.
and so yes, with his victory had come a whole lot of gloating, but he had now also won this giant teddy bear, that jungkook loved. he didn't stop hugging and thanking yoongi since winning it. it was… cute. yoongi had retrieved their cotton candy and fed the boy who was practically squealing excitement, clutching onto the bear tighter with a blush painting his cheeks, melting into the soft faux fur that was almost the size of him... well perhaps that was a bit exaggerative but it was pretty big.
"thank you, hyungie!" he felt all fuzzy and warm, his childlikeness appearing in his words and body language.
"n-no problem" youngi was caught off guard at then younger's continuous babyish state, "what, uh, what will you name him?
"hmm. i will name him cooky..- wait no but then he may get confused when somebodies talking to me..um"
yoongi choked at the others act of animism. he knew jungkook was young and the hyung’s always joke constantly about him being their baby, or even their bratty toddler (kim seokjin) but yoongi could really see his innocence here and shit- he was definitely the type to stop mid way through a steamy make out session or perhaps something more, to turn his toys round so they can’t see. "how about sugar?"
"pft. that's unoriginal"
"then drop a letter, perhaps the 'r', there you go, different"
"s-uga?" jungkook said in confusing, brows furrowing with a jut of his lip, pronouncing the s harshly and dropping the ‘sh’ sound.
"no, it’s still pronounced sugar but just no 'r'" yoongi pursed his lips, "suga"
jungkook paused, pretending to think. “isn’t that too complicated?”
”brat” maybe it wasn't jin, maybe it was yoongi.
the younger giggled, “i’m teasing! i actually like it a lot! thank you, hyung"
"no problem, kook.” fond. fondfondfond.
["oh hyung! an aiming game, lets play!"
"hey, you'll just beat me"
"yeah, so now i can give you something in return"
"isn't that what you been doing this whole time?"
"oh no, these are for me" jungkook nodded to the prizes in his hand. breaking into a large grin
"brat"
"no really, i want to give you something"
"i can think of something else that would just about do"
"a-and what would that be?" ]
and of course the rest of the friends came over, interrupting jungkook's eagerness to hear yoongi's next words, instead what he heard were five loud groans of his friends, "we're tired, can we go?"
"if you guys are done being gay, can we? please?" taehyung whined.
"wow" jimin interupted, "you're meant to be young, but i have more energy in my left toe than you have in your entire body?"
"i think you'll actually find that's yoongi's role, don’t come for his title” hoseok cut in with a loud laugh.
”you tell him, seok” yoongi joked along, fist bumping him.
"why you're left toe?" jin said in mock disgust, namjoon sniggering behind them.
“i just prefer it”
"actually chim” taehyung cut in, “that is incorrect because cells respire and my body has all in all, more cells than your single toe, so therefore i am exothermically exerting more energy, than your sad, little toe."
the majority of the group groaned, playfully. "tae, just because that was weirdly the only thing you got right in your exams, doesn't mean you need to bring it up all the time”
"hey, i also go the question about the required practical we did and why milk goes sour.”
”no way you still remember that”
”exposure to bacteria of which produce lipase, an enzyme used in digestion, that breaks down fat into glycerol and fatty acids, the latter of which is acidic so therefore lowers the pH of the already alkaline solution, turning the milk acidic thus turning it sour”
”kim taehyung, have you ever considered a career in biology?”]
-
it was odd.
it was a a week later, and yoongi had purchased these pretty pink orchids for jungkook the same day as the ferris wheel incident but jungkook and plants apparently was a no go.
after keeping them above a radiator, and apparently over-watering the delicate thing, he had awoke to find the stem coated in a furry white substance.
"jin-hyung!" he called, confused and worried that yoongi would see and think he didn't care for them. they represented a lot, for it was the first item bought in their relationship, on their first date after confessing their love, a pretty important event if you ask them. the flowers, once all the petals are fallen, would re-bloom and therefore could keep it for avery long time-- but now, now the plant was consumed in the fungal impurity and jungkook was sad.
the pouty boy summoned his hyung once again to which the elder told him not to worry, he know-how to clean it and leave it ti him after seeing the youngers sulky state.
jungkook thanked him before leaving his room to take a shower. he was meant to meet yoongi at his apartment to talk since neither one quite knew where they stood yet. since that day, the kiss, they had been really busy with different things and didn't have much time to fully discuss their feelings apart from a few kisses and one sentenced reassurances they did in fact like the other.
jungkook had knew yoongi would plan something romantic but jungkook was hoping to go at least on a real date.
after he was ready thanking jin for fulfilling his words by lightly mixing dilute water and a tiny amount of bleach, spraying down the plant until the mould had evacuated, jungkook had the fondest look, clinging to him like a bear, kissing his face all over and uttering out than you's and telling him of his plans to meet yoongi. jin had pretended to be disgusted but smiled just as fondly, hugging back and saying " go get your man"
jungkook blushed.
when he arrived, he knocked on the door incredulously, "come in" there was a gentle voice from the other side of the room, jungkook did as told and entered in the apartment.
there yoongi was, sat on the couch, half dressed, his legs crossed and a glass grasped in his right hand. the small apartment room was a mess, clothes lay scattered around, decorating the vinyl floor wood and the room itself just looked to be disorientated.
jungkook was not expecting this. "...everything okay?"
"hey, sorry kook" yoongi jumped, standing up and walking to the younger, "I'm sorry i just- i was figuring out what to wear and then i started thinking about something and it got too much so i stopped to have a drink and then i realised the time and fuck i feel awful-"
"yoongi. its okay” he was lying, in fact opening the door to see yoongi like that was disappointing but he tried not to dwell on it, maybe he had a good excuse. "i'll help you clean up, you can tell me what's bothering you and then if its not to late, we can maybe still catch a film or grab dinner?” jungkook approached him, grabbing his hands.
yoongi's smile dampened, pulling his hands away, “we should talk first.."
“oh yeah- its just won’t it be too late to go out then? we could talk while at the restaurant?” jungkook's heart hurt, he didn’t have a good feeling.
“i just- we need to talk first"
“okay" jungkook sighed, “i get it we're in a relationship, we're meant to trust each other-"
“we're not in a relationship- not yet”
and that cut jungkook deep, why was yoongi causing so much pain? “wow” he wanted to cry.
yoongi sensed this..."i didn't mean it like that-"
“oh how did you mean it then? regardless either way i'm your friend. do you not trust me” jungkook is too nice. i don’t deserve him i don’t deserve him idon'tdeservehim.
"jungkook"
“look, i just want to help you” he said as a small tear slipped his eye and made its way down his cheek.
yoongi’s chest ached. “kook-ah, if you wanna know so much- i was thinking about us.. just that before we do make this official we should discuss some things, like if we wanna do this"
"you know i do" jugnkook sighed, crossing his arms, “i've told you this a thousand times, hyung, why do you feel so insistent to bring it up all the time"
"because i’m scared of loosing you! whenever i love too hard, attach too much, it just- i loose people and i just want to make sure i don't hurt you"
"yoongi i thought you were passed this, i told you it wouldn't happen and i have trust in you that it won't, you won't let it” well this is not how the talk was supposed to go, jungkook thought. yoongi was supposed to take him out for a fancy meal in some bougie restaurant, they would laugh, talk, dine and then they’d go back home and yoongi would kiss him, all shy, all soft. and then they would talk. talk about their next step, future dates, how much they enjoyed their time and the others company. and maybe just maybe yoongi wold ask him to be his boyfriend, not this. not showing up to a barely ready date and trying to communicate but ending up fighting- not this.
"you have too much optimism in me"
"i do but only because i know that its rightfully placed” it felt like they were making progress, were they getting somewhere?
"can i ask you something?" the younger nodded at yoongi, motioning for him to continue, not trusting his voice to speak, "do you remember that night in june after your GCSE's when we went back to my studio, too drunk to drive home and you asked me to play you something on the piano or the mysterious project i was working on that kept me in the studio till 3am most nights. i played you a tune from a new song i was writing- one that i had been working on for months and was never able to finish.. until you came along, call it cheesy but the day taehyung brought a little year 10 over to our sixth form area, i knew i was getting myself into some shit. but i didn't stop it- and i felt gross? you know, crushing on someone 4 years younger than me who was freshly 15 and i was 18 turning 19. but now i think so what? its four years, its not like i had a problem but what happens when you decide you don’t want me? what happens when you realise you preferred being friends and that in a way i’d be holding you back?"
and that was it… yoongi didn't have a problem with the age, with the past, their friendship. this whole time he had been insecure. worried he wasn’t good enough, wanting to care for jungkook but thinking he would fail him.
“yoongi. of course i remember that, its one of my best memories. you know what else is, every time my clumsy ass would fall and you would catch me, literally and metaphorically.” he laughed, “every time i didn’t have enough money for something and you bought it for me. every time i needed someone to talk to- you were there. yoongi, don’t you see how good you've been to me? i need you to understand that i don’t just have a silly crush on you, you asshole! i love you, i want to marry you, start a family with you and only you! but you wouldn’t know that because you assumed my feelings were what? feeble? nice to you think that of me hyung-"
“jungkook. i don't think that i-i- i just think too much sometimes, and fuck, i don’t deserve you"
“but you do, yoongi-hyung. you deserve every part of me, and i deserve you. we deserve each other-"
“we deserve to be happy” he finished for the younger.
“please hyung, no more of this worrying and insecurities, talk to me. and i'll talk to you. just please, can we try this date"
“of course kook-ah, i’m sorry, oh kook” he smiled, "i love you too"
-
the date was nice.
ate some food, laughed and dined just as jungkook wished. but now, now they were back at jungkook’s apartment, well outside, yoongi was supposed to be dropping him home but here they were, bodies pressed against the bonnet of his car, chest heaving as yoongi pulled away from his lips.
["i had fun tonight, thank you.” jungkook said with a rosy blush.
“me too.” yoongi grinned, “m’glad. hey, can i kiss you?"
“please” jungkook leaned in, meeting him halfway.]
it was meant to be an innocent goodbye kiss but a lot of things were proving to be what they weren’t today and instead, the kiss didn’t stop there and they somehow found themselves inside jungkook’s apartment, yoongi pressing jungkook up against the front door. after a few minutes of tongues clashing, jungkook whimpering and yoongi’s wondering hands, jungkook broke this kiss to ask "h-hyung. can we go further?"
yoongi paused, pulling away to look at the soft boy in front of him.
"how much further, jungkookie?"
the younger blushed at his raspy tone and intense stare, jungkook didn’t exactly know how to word it- he didn’t want to say “fuck me” but he didn’t want to say “make love to me” and crap- how do people word these things? he was urged on by yoongi’s soft voice “need your words, kook-ah"
“want you to fuck me” well he said it.
yoongi looked hesitant. “jungkook, its our first date"
“but I’ve known you forever, i’ve wanted this forever, please, hyung"
“you make a good point, my smart little bun, hmm"
"mhm. yes yours, hyung- just- please, will you?" jungkook whined needily.
"okay but i need you to be good for me, okay baby? you'll do that for hyung, right?"
and if jungkook wasn't hard, the control in his boyfriends tone certainly sparked an unknown arousal in him. he wanted to be good, be a good boy and please his hyung. "p-please, i'll be good, p-promise"
yoongi faintly recalls a talk they once had, aware of how much jungkook adored praise- sure he had seen how the boy loved getting compliments and always had to do things perfect, so naturally he put two and two together- but he did not think it would make him this compliant for yoongi, the boy seeming so vulnerable, needing someone to take care of him and treat him like the good little baby he was. yoongi grinned, he hoped the younger was actually comfortable with this, slipping innately into a needy headspace and not just doing it to please yoongi-but from the way the boy whined and begged, needy, yoongi knew it was all jungkook.
“hyung” jungkook panted as he felt yoongi’s tongue meet his neck. his teeth grazing slightly over jungkook’s sensitive spot, but not hard enough to leave a mark. “m-more” he whimpered, pressing further into the elder “please”
yoongi chuckled “patience, baby” he said pressing jungkook further back against the door, “we have all the time in the world. he lifted his hand to stroke jungkook’s cheek, cradling the younger’s jaw in his fingers, pushing his thumb to jungkook’s lip before pressing the tip inside the younger’s mouth. jungkook whined as yoongi drew back slightly, working on the other side of jungkook’s neck now, while his hands slid down into the pockets of jungkook’s jeans, squeezing the meaty flesh in his hands. yoongi groaned. he enjoyed this, he loved having the boy craving so much attention, this way yoongi could take care of him. yoongi nipped at his neck, sucking on the spot the way he knew jungkook liked. tongue lapping up the saliva. pressing kisses to the now dark red mark, surely soon to bruise.
“yoongi” jungkook breathed as the older continued down the younger’s chest, lips gracing his nipple causing jungkook to shudder at the sensitivity. he pressed their bodies together impossibly tighter. yoongi smirked. he continued to tease the younger as he began to unbutton the rest of jungkook’s shirt, the garment falling to the floor forgotten, jungkook returned the gesture, tugging at yoongi’s shirt, the elder scrambling to take it off.
“what, you want here against the door?” yoongi chuckled with a smirk, pulling on the younger’s jeans, sliding them down his silky thick thighs, chucking them over to join the rest of their discarded clothes. jungkook’s head fell forward onto yoongi’s shoulder, whispering another illegible plea. yoongi pictured it, jungkook spread out, all nice and open for him, begging to have his hole stuffed, barley managing to keep himself up as yoongi slams into him from behind, knees buckling at the thought, jungkook seemed to be too, letting out a small shudder, but apparently he had other plans as he shook his head, “n-no bedroom”
“okay, baby” jungkook whined again, as yoongi pulled away from his lips, leading him by hand to the younger's room. once inside, yoongi pushed jungkook down on the bed. “let’s take these off, yeah?” yoongi smirked, pulling down jungkook’s underwear to expose his flushed leaking cock.
“so wet, baby” yoongi said in awe, reaching out and wrapping his fingers around his length, giving small strokes, dipping his finger into the slit as jungkook whimpers “hyung, p-please” jungkook gasped out, sounding almost teary. yoongi gave him a few more strokes with one hand, gripping firmly on his hip as the two engaged in a sloppy make out session once again.
jungkook interupted once again, this time to ask “h-hyung-i- can i suck you off?” with wide doe eyes, blinking up at the elder, a golden hue about him.
yoongi stared at his boyfriend, his beautiful, wonderful boyfriend, wondering how he got so lucky. he let out a throaty groan, “fuck, of course, baby"
jungkook, flipped the two over with ease, so yoongi was now on his back, jungkook above, half straddling him. yoongi bit back a smile and the younger's eagerness. jungkook slowly slid his body down, creating friction against yoongi’s and brought his hand to the elders boxers. he leaned in, pressing kisses to the visible outline of his boyfriend’s clad covered cock, yoongi releasing a low hum at the sight. jungkook began to lead said kisses with his tongue, essentially licking at the fabric over yoongi’s painfully hard dick, after a few little nips and young’s silent curses, jungkook pulled down the damp material to reveal the elder’s cock, angry red against his pale toned stomach.
jungkook looked up at yoongi with curious eyes, yoongi staring right back, he let one hand travel down to tangle in jungkooks hair, not tugging,jut resting to there and the other awkwardly bending to reach his nipple, jungkook gasped as he felt young’s rough hands against his most sensitive place, flicking his fingers experimentally to which jungkoook eagerly responding, convulsing to the elder’s every movement, after a few more experimental twists, yoongi stopped, and uttered in a low tone “it’s not gonna suck itself, beautiful” bittersweet.
jungkook went red, getting so caught up in the feeling of young’s fingertips grazing his nipples, he forgot what he had proposed to be doing. sheepishly apologising, the younger life himself up for so his breath ghosted over yoongi’s cock before leaning in and taking the tip into his mouth. he used his tongue to give a few experimental licks, sucking the head with a light amount of pressure. the grip on jungkook’s hair tightened as he sank deeper down, noticing too much considering his earlier ministrations. he was about half way down when he heard yoongi let out a low moan, whispering praises like “yeah that's it” “doing so good, baby, fuck” “taking my dick like a good boy” this fuelled jungkook on, until he eventually just stopped, mouth wrapped around yoongi’s dick and whined- and yoongi looked down to see jungkook with what looked like a pout too, well, as much as he could with a mouthful of cock.
“baby whats wrong?” his hand in the youngers hair loosened and instead went to his chin, cradling gently.
“n-need.. want more” he said, pulling off.
“hmm? more what?"
“want to- to deep throat you but can’t without choking- but! i c-can, just need to get used to it- please let me” he said in a babble, little coherency.
tears were forming in the boys eyes and fuck yoongi had never seen someone this out or eager to suck his dick- he wondered how he got to be here, with the best boy in the world, no one else. “jungkook-ah, you sure?"
“please” so yoongi let him, jungkook began to take as much bas he could of young’s cock, without gagging and used his hand on the rest, working yoongi up to full hardness. after a while, he began to go lower and lower until he felt yoongi hit the back of his mouth, gagging slightly. he reached for young’s hand, placing it in his hair, telling yoongi to essentially hold him there so he doesn’t pull off. yoongi caught on, saying “if you need me to stop or let go, hit my leg three times, okay?” jungkook nodded as best as he could, swirling his tongue around young’s cock.
yoongi hissed as jungkook almost had all of him in, tears dripping from the youngers eyes, gaggig every now and then. eventually jungkook inhaled sharply though his nose, swallowing around young’s cock and taking him in fully. yoongi felt himself hit the back of the youngers throat and felt him swallow again, his oesophagus tightening around him, making yoongi relase a loud moan. ungkook looked pleased, humming, proud of himself. yoongi looked at the boy, “fuck you’re amazing, doing so well” he praised, jungkook eagerly pulling off to sink back down again, this time much quicker and with less gagging. he repeated this until jungkook started to whine- “h-hyung need- need you- in me"
yoongi pulled him off, using the and i is hair, bringing him uo for a kiss before muttering a small “turn round” to jungkook who obliged, flipping so he was no longer on his back. yoongi asked where the younger kept his lube ad jungkook motioned to the shelves next to his bed, “top draw” took the packet of lube in his hand, pouring the cool liquid onto his fingers before climbing on the bed also. straddling the younger's legs. he rubbed is hands along the youngers slim waist, bringing over the curve of his ass, “so pretty” yoongi leaned down to press a kiss to the base of his spine, travelling down to the swell of jungkook’s ass. jungkook shuddered at the feel, “please"
yoongi took pity and with a chuckle pulled away to warm up the lube, he then pressed one finger to the boy’s entrance, which jungkook showed little resistance to, being so used to the feeling already (what?.. he had a lot of free time and taehyung was insistent he experiment with his new dildo he bought him for christmas a few years back.) he immediately pressed back onto yoongi's finger to find some sort of feeling. yoongi made sure the lube coated the boys walls well, before he heard a small “a-another” from jungkook within a matter of seconds.
“fuck, kook, practically swallowing my finger” he said in awe, but nonetheless added another. jungkook felt a small burn from the intrusion and tensed up a little but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. yoongi sensed this, leaning down, awkwardly bending his neck, to press a few small kisses to and around his hole. yoongi then began to move the two in and out, scissoring and stretching jungkook as he moaned and relaxed around him. searchingly, he crooked his fingers at just the right angle, causing a whimper to leave the younger’s lips.
“r-right there. feels so good” the boy practically sobbed, head slinking forward onto the mattress. and when yoongi added a third, once again, fingers gracing his prostate, jungkook lost it. “h-hyung” jungkook sobbed, the boy pushing desperately back onto yoongi’s fingers. the stretch burned a bit but it also felt so so good.
“need your c-cock, please” he hiccuped as yoongi pulled out, flipping the younger over by his knees and waist. “shh, baby” he soothed, stroking a hand through his hair and wiping away his tears “so beautiful”
“yoongi-hyung, want to feel full”
yoongi couldn’t refuse him if he tried. he leaned in, pressing more wet, tongue-led kisses to jungkook’s pink lips, swallowing the sinful sounds the younger was making. yoongi pulled away to grab the condom and slide it on his till now neglected cock. he took the rest of the lube, using it to lather his dick, hissing at the coldness of the contact but also from not being touched until this point.
yoongi lined himself up with the younger's entrance, jungkook’s strong thighs now bracketing his hips and yoongi leaned down, propping himself up on one elbow, the other place intimately on his waist as he presses gentle pecks to the boys lips, “ready?” the younger nodded.
yoongi drove his hips forward, cock sliding into to jungkook’s tight heat, “fuck” he sighed, letting the boys slick, velvety walls adjust around him; he was so tight, it felt heavenly. he pushed forward all the way in, bottoming out and completely filling the boy.
“a-ah” jungkook moaned at being completely full as yoongi bottomed out inside of him “give me a sec” yoongi stroked the youngers hair, telling him to take the time he needed. yoongi was big and he knew this so he completely understood why he would need time even after being stretched by his fingers. yoongi let jungkook adjust for a while but he was human. and the tightness and the heat, the way jungkook clenched around him, he needed– “the heat, kook, i-i need to move”
“then move” jungkook whispered
“you sure?” he so desperately wanted to but making sure jungkook was okay came first, but to his luck jungkook nodded eagerly, whispering “please”
yoongi grunted in response, pulling out a little to thrust back in, repeating for a little till one particular movement, where he stayed inside, slowly starting to move hips in circles, building a rhythmic grind into him. it was nice, intimate but it wasn’t enough, they both needed more. “yoongi h-hyung” yoongi hummed at the younger’s words, knowing what he meant and needing it too. he pulled out half way before driving back into the younger, now starting a steady rhythm of thrusts into him. jungkook emitted a small whimper at the action, legs tightening around yoongi who continued his actions, fucking gently into the boy. soon after though, jungkook grew impatient. “more” he kept clenching around yoongi, trying to get him impossibly deeper.
yoongi smirked. “someone’s impatient today” if that’s what he wanted, that’s what he’d get. without warning, yoongi pulled almost completely out before slamming back in, finally deep enough until he hit the boys prostrate head on.
“y-yoongi!” jungkook screamed. body convulsing every time yoongi reached that spot.
he repeated this action till the younger was trembling in his arms, a whimpering mess. the boy had tears in his eyes, cock leaking against his stomach, hair splayed messily. yoongi took in the beautiful sight of his boyfriend, tears falling more eratically and his moans decreasing, pleasure overwhelming despite asking for it. so yoongi started to once again ease up, when the pleasure got too much for his trembling baby, he began to gently rock his hips into the younger. slow this time, small thrusts, in and out, gaining momentum as he went, making sure jungkook was responsive and calm before increasing his speed, now fucking harder but gentler into the younger.
“so tight for me, baby” yoongi praised, “always so perfect for me”
the younger moaned, high and tight, leaning in to connect their lips eagerly. they kissed slow and sloppy, yoongi’s hips stuttering and slowing down a little. but when they pulled away he regained his speed, quickening the pace and going just a bit harder to get jungkook shuddering in his hold once again. and the younger did exactly that when yoongi continued to find his prostate again, abusing it over and over.
jungkook was a mess. his flushed, hard cock laying untouched on his toned stomach and he had tears down his face. “touch yourself, baby” yoongi told the other, feeling heat starting to pool in his stomach. but the other whined and shook his head, “n-no” he said shakily, “wanna cum from just your cock” he explained.
yoongi groaned. the heat from jungkooks words coiling in his gut. “fuck, that’s hot” he began to slam into the other faster, desperately trying to chase the feeling. and as he snapped his hips harder and harder, they both got completely lost in the pleasure. but at some point, jungkook began to whine again-
“i want to cum” jungkook whined after a while. “i’m not stopping you” was yoongi’s reply.
by this point jungkook was trembling, hair sticking to his forehead, expression looking utterly fucked out. yoongi sensed this and raised jungkook back up so he could slide one arm under the younger's lower back, his flexible body lay out for yoongi, curving deliciously, the perfect angle. jungkook moaned, hands grasping out to interlock behind the older’s neck. yoongi stayed inside of him, jungkook’s legs tightening around yoongi’s hips.. he continued to fuck into the other who was gasping at his brutal pace.
“gonna cum for me, baby?” jungkook couldn’t even speak, just nodded and moaned, tears once again filling his big doe eyes. his arms draped around yoongi’s neck, head buried in the pillow behind them, hands clawing desperately on yoongi’s back.
yoongi snapped his hips into him a little more before feeling the familiar heat start to pool in his stomach. he was close. and so was jungkook apparently, “yoongi–“ he said as tears filled his eyes, “want to cum, need to cum–“ he looked like he was about to touch himself and yoongi stilled his hips, cock pressed oh so close to his prostate, barely gracing but still there. “no!” jungkook whined loudly. “please h-hyung, need you- need to cum-“ the younger babbled off, sobbing. tears coating his face. yoongi hushed the boy, “shh, shh baby. hyung wants you to cum, okay? but no touching. you can do it baby, you’re my good boy aren’t you? focus on how hyung’s cock is filling you so well” yoongi started back up his movements, slamming into the younger, hard but slow paced. “you feel how hard i am for you, how hyung’s cock is pulsing, leaking inside your pretty hole” yoongi knew talk like this was dangerous as he was close too but he wanted jungkook to come first.
“yes y-yes” jungkook screamed in a mantra, and yoongi could feel the younger tense around him. yoongi continued his actions, small kisses, gentle wandering hands. until- “h-hyung!” he yelled, voice worn out and high pitched, as he came hard. cum shooting out, spurting onto his chest, his abdomen and even some near his chin.
he moaned in pure bliss, sighing as his mind went loose and breathing rigid. yoongi stilled, the younger's legs loosening around him, arms falling to his side “baby, you okay?” jungkook nodded, looking utterly fucked out. but he gave a wide dopey grin, looking up at the the older,
“cum in me, yoongi, please”
jungkook despite being tired and worn out, re-tightened his legs around the elder, leaning up to wrap his arms around uoongi’s brand shoulders, who groaned and started to roll his hips back not jungkook, abusing the boy's sensitive prostate. there was some cum that landed by his nipples that yoongi leaned down to lap his mouth over, sucking lightly, causing jungkook to cry out. he loved getting his nipples played with but the over stimulation jungkook felt, made fresh tears spill from his eyes. perhaps not from pleasure so much as over stimulation. yoongi didn’t like that. and even though the boy didn’t tell him to stop, he pulled out immediately.
“h-hyung, want you to finish” jungkook said, and yoongi groaned, he was so so close. so yoongi re-adjusted himself, straddling further up jungkook’s body and took the younger’s hand, raising it to his cock, jungkook aware of what yoongi meant, removed the condom, using the precum from yoongi’s painfully hard cock to get him off. “yoongi- you made me feel so good. filled me so well” a loud groan erupted from yoongi’s throat as he came hot and heavy spilling into jungkook’s hand and the younger’s chest. jungkook held yoongi’s gaze as he brought his hand up to his lips and licked up the cum that landed on his hand. he then leaned down to yoongi’s dick, pressing a kiss to the head, cum smearing his lips. jungkook milking him through his orgasm. yoongi’s dick twitched at the sight, slightly hitting jungkook’s cheek. “ow” he pouted playfully, before leaning in, pressing another kiss to yoongi’s finally softening cock.
“fuck” the two mused exhaustedly, laying back on the bed shoulder to shoulder, breathing heavy. yoongi eventually got up, using one of their t-shirts to wipe up their mess of cum and lube. he then cleaned the younger up gently, uttering small praises of how well he did as he saw jungkook’s eyes fluttering with sleep.
“cuddle me, hyungie"
“okay, baby” yoongi chuckled, climbing into bed, and wrapping his arms around jungkook “you okay? throat alright? need any water or-?”
“hyung, i’m fine” jungkook giggled,leaning backing the others hold. big baby. “thank you for that” he said with a small blush, “made everything perfect.. take care of me so well and i love you, thank you. just- want cuddles"
“should probably shower, though, or at least put some clothes on"
“hyung!” jungkook frowned, playfully reaching around to hit his chest.
“ow, i’m kidding” he rubbed at his chest, pressing a small kiss to jungkook’s hair, "don’t need to thank me, you were perfect” he tightened his arms around him.
jungkook nuzzled into yoongi, the blissful feeling of sleep taking over him, a content smile on his face. the last thing he hears before his mind shuts off was a gentle voice saying “i love you too. so so much, you have no idea."
it was early march when they became stressed,
it was mid april when their love was at it's best.