Jungkook loves the city during Christmas time. Snow falls around them in glittering eddies, lit in sparkling crystalline rainbows by the fairy lights around the square. A chill wind swirls around them but Jungkook doesn’t feel cold, not when he’s being tugged through the crowd by a mittened hand.
“Kookie, look!” Yoongi is pointing at a horse drawn carriage past the food stalls, white horses pulling a smiling family along the tree lined road.
Jungkook looks down at their clasped hands, smiling as Yoongi’s squeeze his through their layers, the soft pressure warming him from the inside out. He looks up and meets Yoongi’s eyes. His boyfriend is smiling, eyelashes and the ends of his pink hair dusted with snow. Jungkook tugs him back toward him, Yoongi’s black combat boots slide in the slush and he falls against Jungkook’s chest.
“Careful,” Yoongi mumbles, hands fisted in the lapels of Jungkook’s coat.
Jungkook smiles and leans down to kiss him, Yoongi’s cold lips sliding against his own. Every kiss feels as sweet as the first they shared on the Ferris wheel at the fall carnival two months ago. Two months of soft kisses and Yoongi’s fingers trailing across his skin, tickling and tapping like Jungkook’s goosebumps are the keys of his piano. Two months of Jungkook spiraling into a world brighter than the sun, lit by gummy smiles and chocolate brown eyes, by candy pink hair against his nose as he wakes up. Jimin teases him for his moon eyes and love sick sighs, but Jungkook is happy and he’s not going to be embarrassed about it.
His nerves are gone, the general anxiety he felt at the beginning, worried he’d make a mistake, has seeped away. Replaced by warmth and comfort, as steady as Yoongi’s heartbeat against his chest as they fall asleep together in Jungkook’s bed. There’s still some awkwardness, still a few quirks, but Jungkook feels content. He knows Yoongi isn’t going anywhere, that this is just the beginning of something epic.
They break apart and Yoongi beams up at him, teeth and gums on display as his eyes crease. “The tree lighting is starting soon, want to get closer?” Jungkook asks, rubbing his hands up and down Yoongi’s jacketed arms.
Yoongi nods and steps away, taking Jungkook’s hand again and towing him toward the edge of the crowd around the huge Christmas tree in the center of the square. Yoongi’s eagerness is infectious, he finds himself grinning as Yoongi looks up and up, wide eyed, toward the top of the towering tree. They find a spot among the crowd and Jungkook pulls Yoongi back against his chest, lacing his fingers together over Yoongi’s stomach.
Like this, lost in his joy, Yoongi is not the cool punk boy he tries so hard to be. He is not his swaggering rocker aesthetic. He is a candy pink ball of energy who loves plush cats and hot chocolate. A giggling bundle of cozy sweaters who bumps his head against Jungkook’s chin until he gets the forehead kisses he wants. As much as Jungkook loves the leather jacketed, combat boot-wearing punk rock music producer his boyfriend usually displays to the world, this soft, sweet Yoongi is just for him.
Yoongi turns to smile up at him as the tree blinks to life, rainbow lights sparkling and flashing in the snow. Yoongi’s lips part as he takes in the sight, his mittened hands squeezing Jungkook’s arms.
Yoongi looks so beautiful like this, pale like the snow around them, with speckles and patches of pink that drive Jungkook wild. His hair, like cotton candy waves, soft and fluffy under his beanie. Jungkook loves carding his fingers through Yoongi’s hair while they watch movies or nuzzling into the pink locks when they sleep, Yoongi smelling like citrus and warm sugar.
He presses a kiss to Yoongi temple and the other man hums, looking up at him again, a small smile on his face. The cold air has made his face pink, his cheeks and the tip of his nose turning rosy. His pretty pink lips, curled into a sweet smile, a little chapped from the cold. Jungkook loves those lips, kissing them, feeling Yoongi’s pretty little mouth all over his body.
Yoongi’s eyes sparkle like stars under the Christmas lights in the square as he gazes at the tree. Jungkook squeezes him a little tighter, hooking his chin over Yoongi’s shoulder and pressing a kiss to his pink cheek.
Jungkook lets his mind wander a little, as he squeezes Yoongi just a bit tighter, nuzzling into him. So much of him really is pink, like his cheeks now in the cold, but also when he’s shy, flustered. Like he so often is when Jungkook dotes on him, ducking his head and looking up through his lashes, cheeks pinkening. His elbows, pink against his pale skin, visible in his ratty old band t-shirts he likes to lounge around in. Or his knees, knobby and pink, old scars on one, glimpsed through the rips in his jeans. Smooth pale legs with spots of rose revealed through the ragged denim.
And his hands, long thick-knuckled fingers, so pale and perfect. Fingertips callused from guitar, nails and cuticles a little bitten. But the knuckles, just like his knees and elbows, so pink against the soft snow of his skin. Jungkook loves to hold them, press kisses to those pink blooms of boney skin. Brush his fingers over them as they sit and watch movies, as Yoongi sits beside him in the car.
Jungkook thinks it’s because he’s so pale, his skin so creamy and unblemished. Any little bit of color looks so vibrant. Like watercolor flowers blooming on his skin. Perfect roses and peonies of color painted with tiny brush strokes.
If Yoongi is so pink in these areas, well, it stands to reason there are a lot of other areas that would be pink. Or turn pink. Jungkook’s fingers tighten over Yoongi’s stomach as his mind strays down a different path.
He tries hard not to think about it, tries to steer his mind back to Yoongi's smile and the Christmas lights. But...it's hard. It's hard when Yoongi is so shy. Jungkook would never push his boyfriend, never make him do anything he's uncomfortable with, but he's been really struggling lately. He and Yoongi have had sex plenty of times since becoming official and it's amazing every time. Yoongi is vocal and responsive and knows exactly what to do to drive Jungkook wild. But, again, Yoongi is shy and self conscious.
Every time they have sex it's at night and the lights have to be off, Yoongi unwilling to remove any clothing until they're blurred by dimness. He won't change in front of Jungkook or shower with him and all Jungkook wants is to see his gorgeous body. Even when they sleep, Yoongi is bundled in sweat pants and a shirt. But he knows, he's so sure, that there's so much more on Yoongi that must be pink.
Jungkook had only asked once, with Yoongi curled next to him on the couch, about the lights. Yoongi had flushed, looking away and mumbled about his skin, how pale and pasty he was. But Jungkook loves his milky smooth skin, how pretty it is when he blushes. About his legs and arms, too thin and skinny. But Jungkook loves how tiny his boyfriend is. His thighs are so slim that Jungkook can nearly get his entire palm around one. His waist is tiny, making it easy to pick him up and hold him. He fits so perfectly against Jungkook and he's lithe and toned, soft skin and firm muscle under Jungkook's fingers and tongue.
Jungkook is infatuated with everything about Yoongi, and as happy as he is with their sex life, he wants to be able to actually see his boyfriend fall apart. He feels like there's a lot he must be missing, unable to see the full scale of his beauty, the full creaminess of his skin and the way he must be pink all over. He wants to see his pale skin flushed with pleasure, his perfect cock and soft tummy. It always feels like half a dream, the way he can't entirely see Yoongi, can't fully take him in.
And he doesn't want to push, but at two months into their relationship Jungkook is eager for more. He wants to watch the flush climb Yoongi's chest and up the long column of his throat. Watch the way it unfurls as he's worked up and over the edge. But not just the way he must blush. Jungkook's hands squeeze a little into Yoongi's stomach as his thoughts get more dangerous.
Yoongi's sensitive everywhere, Jungkook can only imagine how pretty and pink his nipples must be, how good they would look after Jungkook's had his mouth all over them. His pretty cock, all flushed and pink and leaking against his belly or between his legs. His ass, full and perky, the globes of his ass must turn so pink when Jungkook has him on all fours or over a knee, hand slapping against the firm flesh. He can only imagine how good it would look, as Yoongi is panting and begging before him, to see his hand and fingerprints on that delicate skin. And his hole, fuck, how Jungkook loves to sink his fingers and tongue into Yoongi's little waxed hole. He's sure it must be dusky pink, would love to see the way it stretches around his fingers and tongue, around his cock as he fucks into him languidly...
Yoongi lets out a little huff and looks over his shoulder. "You okay, Kook?" he asks, eyes wide and innocent, "You're squeezing me."
Jungkook loosens his hold around his boyfriend and smiles down at him, brain a little sluggish with preoccupation. "Sorry, baby, you're just so warm."
Yoongi rolls his eyes and smiles, turning back to the tree to watch the group of carolers now singing. Jungkook lets out a relieved breath, he has no idea how he didn't get hard in his pants just thinking about it. He's going to thank the cold weather for that.
It hurts a little, though he knows it's not about him, that Yoongi doesn't trust him. That he doesn't feel comfortable and confident enough around Jungkook to fully be himself. He wants to show Yoongi that he doesn't have to be afraid or nervous, that Jungkook likes him just as he is, every bit of him. Jungkook genuinely cares about Yoongi, even just two months in he's already seeing this as something he's in for the future. He's thinking about names for their future dogs and what color they might paint their living room when, not if, they move in together.
So he comes up with a plan. He's going to show Yoongi just how much he cares about him, just how much he adores everything about him. He wants to wear away those walls so Yoongi will feel comfortable with him. He smiles to himself and leans down to whisper in his boyfriend's ear. "Baby are you coming over after? Want to stay the night?"
Yoongi leans into his cheek and nods, giggling as Jungkook's breath tickles his skin. "Okay, Kookie."
"How's your hot chocolate, Yoon?'
Yoongi looks up at him, lips pursed as he blows into the lid of his cup. "Good, thanks Jungkookie."
"Anything for you, baby," Jungkook says with a smile, sipping his own hot chocolate. "Want to look at more lights?"
Yoongi nods, holding out his free hand for his boyfriend to take as he sips at his drink. "Yeah let's go that way," he lifts their clasped hands to point toward a section they haven't visited.
They stop at a display of lights and Jungkook drops Yoongi's hand to pull him into his side, tilting his head to press a kiss to his boyfriend's cheek. Yoongi hums, leaning into his body heat.
They walk around a little more before Jungkook tugs Yoongi to a stop. "Come here, baby," he says, pulling Yoongi closer.
Yoongi looks at him, puzzled, but steps into Jungkook's space, resting a hand on Jungkook's hip. "What is it?"
"You've got hot chocolate just -" he bends and pecks Yoongi's on the nose, "There!" He smiles, nose scrunching as Yoongi sputters.
"Kookie!" he whines, turning away. Jungkook's pretty sure some of the pink in his cheeks isn't due to the cold.
"Sorry baby," he says, tucking Yoongi back under his arm so they can keep walking. "You just look so pretty."
"Do not," Yoongi mumbles.
Jungkook gasps, exaggerating an affronted attitude. "You take that back!" he says, squeezing Yoongi's shoulders.
"Okay, okay," Yoongi says, giggling at the squeeze, "You win."
"Good," Jungkook says smugly. He tosses their hot chocolate cups in a trash can and tugs Yoongi down the hill.
As they walk, Jungkook finds any opportunity he can to duck down and steal a kiss. Yoongi squeaks each time, barely able to kiss Jungkook back as he smiles and laughs at Yoongi's shocked expression. At each display or stall they stop at, Jungkook takes the opportunity to tug Yoongi close and press kisses to his forehead and cheeks. He nuzzles into his hair, whispering about how sweet and pretty he looks tonight, how pretty he is with snow in his eyelashes.
Yoongi starts to get giggly, curling into Jungkook's side and blushing more than ever. "Kookie, what's gotten into you?" he says when they stop at one display and Jungkook presses a few kisses to the top of his head.
"I can't help it, baby," he says, turning Yoongi in his arms so he can lean their foreheads together, "You're just so pretty under all these Christmas lights."
"Jungkook, you're being ridiculous," Yoongi chastises, but there's no real heat to it.
"Mm, I'm just telling the truth, Yoon," he smiles, going for the big guns, "You're so beautiful."
Yoongi's eyes widen and he pushes his face into Jungkook's chest, shaking his head. "Stop saying silly things," he demands, voice muffled in the fabric of Jungkook's coat.
Jungkook strokes a soothing hand down Yoongi's back. He doesn't want to overwhelm his boyfriend, but he needs him to know how perfect he is. Yoongi is normally stoic, especially in public. In private he turns into more of a cuddly kitten, but it can take a little time to draw him out. He's been more himself tonight, enjoying the Christmas displays and letting himself relax. But Jungkook doesn't actually want to push him too hard. Yoongi's bad boy rocker aesthetic is what drew Jungkook in at first, well, along with the pretty pink hair and pouty lips.
Yoongi had said, combat boots propped on the corner of the coffee table in his studio, electric guitar on his lap, that he has an aesthetic to maintain. Jungkook thinks that's silly when Yoongi was curled in his lap begging for kisses five minutes before. But Jungkook knows how Yoongi's work is, and how he holds himself. It's important for him to appear one way to be taken seriously. He just wants Yoongi to be comfortable with him, not afraid to be the sweet man Jungkook knows he really is behind the grumpy expressions.
"I'm not saying silly things," Jungkook insists, patting Yoongi's back, "Just the truth."
Yoongi looks up at him, lips pushed out in a pout. "I'm very hardcore, Jungkook, come on."
Jungkook bites his lip to suppress his giggle. Like this, with his cheeks flushed and rosy, the impressive pout his lips are pushed into and the sparkle in his eyes, Yoongi is most certainly not hardcore, even with his combat boots and patched jackets. "Mmm, I don't think so, Yoongs."
Yoongi tugs at Jungkook's coat, shaking him a little. His pout deepens, eyebrows furrowing. "I'm a bad boy."
"Nope," he says, popping the "p". Jungkook dips down to peck the tip of his nose. "You're not, you're my baby boy."
Yoongi scowls, but Jungkook can see his cheeks heating more, see the smile playing at his lips. "'M not a baby boy."
"Sure you are," Jungkook insists, draping his arms around Yoongi's waist to hold him loosely. "My cute little punk baby boy."
Yoongi slaps his chest with a mittened hand and huffs, turning on his heel to stride off. Jungkook catches his arm and spins him back around. Yoongi's cheeks are hot pink and he's biting his lip, hiding a smile. He shakes his head, pressing his face into Jungkook's coat again.
"Can't I tell my boyfriend how pretty he is?" Jungkook asks.
There's silence for a moment and then Yoongi's voice, soft and muffled: "Okay."
Jungkook grins and pulls back a little until Yoongi looks up at him. Smiling, he leans down to connect their lips in a sweet kiss. Yoongi's fingers curl in the lapels of his coat through his mittens, tugging Jungkook more firmly into the kiss. And Jungkook knows he's got him.
"I turned the heat up before I left," Jungkook says as they step into the elevator of his apartment building a couple hours later, "Figured we'd be cold."
"That's good," Yoongi says, "I'm freezing." His teeth had started chattering after another hour of walking around and Jungkook practically had to drag him away, promising they could come back another night.
"Come here." Jungkook holds out his arms and Yoongi steps toward him, crossing the elevator. Jungkook pulls him close and brushes snow off Yoongi's hat and coat. He clicks his tongue as he brushes it away, "You look like a little snow kitten," he teases, kissing Yoongi's forehead. He rubs his hands up and down Yoongi's back, trying to warm him up. "I can make us some hot cider to warm up if you want."
Yoongi smiles, pressing a kiss to the corner of Jungkook's mouth. "Sounds good, Kook," he murmurs.
“My pretty baby,” he murmurs nudging their noses together. Yoongi giggles and pecks him on the lips as the doors slide open.
When they get to his apartment, Jungkook unlocks the door and holds it open for Yoongi. They stomp any remaining snow from their boots and toe them off, Jungkook squatting down to help Yoongi get the Doc Martens off his cold feet.
“Let me help,” Jungkook says as Yoongi begins unwinding his scarf. Jungkook bats his hands away and reaches to start unbuttoning his coat. He presses soft kisses to his cheeks as he pulls off Yoongi’s coat and scarf. “Gotta get you warmed up,” he says softly as he plucks Yoongi’s hat off his head, dropping another kiss on his hair.
Yoongi stands in the entryway while Jungkook hangs up his coat. He squints his eyes, eyeing Jungkook suspiciously. "Why are you being so weird?"
Jungkook feigns shock. "Me? Weird? You wound me!"
Yoongi rolls his eyes and scuffs his socked toes, blue with little sloths that Jungkook found at the corner store, along the hardwood floor. "I just," he pauses and looks down, scrunching his nose, "Why are you complimenting me so much?" he mumbles.
Jungkook steps forward, taking Yoongi by the hands and ducking his head to try to connect their eyes. "Do you not like it, Yoongi? I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable."
"No, I -" Yoongi huffs and his shoulders slump, "I just don't understand why you're saying these things."
Jungkook frowns and brings up a hand to cup Yoongi's chin, tilting his head up. "I just want to show you how much I appreciate you, baby." He presses a kiss to Yoongi's parted pink lips. "And how beautiful you are. Okay?"
Yoongi's cheeks go pink again but he nods, smiling softly. "Okay," he whispers.
"Good," Jungkook says, dropping his hands and stepping back. "I'll get the cider, go sit."
He hurries into the kitchen and quickly heats the spiced cider, filling two mugs and heading into the living room. Yoongi is sitting on the couch, running his long fingers through his hair to fluff the pink locks. He looks cute and soft, bundled in his oversize black sweater that Jungkook realizes, with a start, is one of his.
"Thanks, Kookie," Yoongi says with a smile when Jungkook approaches with the mugs. He takes his and wraps both hands around it, his pale fingers curling around the warm ceramic. He blows on the liquid and takes a tentative sip. "This is delicious," he says with a quiet moan.
Jungkook definitely does not almost choke on his own cider at the soft sound. They sit quietly, chatting idly about the lights as they sip their cider and slowly warm up. Yoongi moves closer to him as they talk, shifting subtly into his space until they're pressed together and he can snuggle into Jungkook's chest. When their mugs are empty, Jungkook sets them on the coffee table and settles back, Yoongi immediately curls up against him again.
Wrapping an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders, Jungkook smiles. "Warm enough?"
Yoongi just hums, curling further into Jungkook's side and snuffling against his striped shirt.
Jungkook smiles, pressing a kiss to Yoongi's hair. His boyfriend makes a satisfied sound and looks up at Jungkook through his lashes, pink lips slightly parted. Jungkook closes the distance between them and presses their lips together. Yoongi reciprocates immediately, his hand sliding up Jungkook's chest to cup the side of his neck, lips moving softly.
Jungkook nips at Yoongi's lower lip, tugging the flesh into his mouth and sucking until Yoongi makes a soft noise in his throat. Jungkook lets go and deepens the kiss, pressing his tongue past Yoongi's parted lips. Yoongi shifts on the couch, angling himself better and rolls his tongue over Jungkook's. He tastes like peppermint candies and apple cider, like perfect winter evenings bundled together.
It doesn't take long before the kiss becomes more heated, Yoongi making small sounds as Jungkook licks into his mouth. He lets his fingers slip under the hem of Yoongi's sweater, sliding over his smooth, warm skin. Yoongi wiggles and lets out another soft sound of pleasure. Smiling into the kiss, Jungkook grips Yoongi by the waist, tugging him up and into his lap.
Yoongi moves without hesitation, straddling Jungkook's legs and winding his arms around his neck. Long fingers slide through his hair and Yoongi tugs gently at the curly locks. Yoongi tilts his head to look down at him and Jungkook takes the opportunity to kiss down his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin as he slides both hands under Yoongi's sweater, spreading his palms over his back. Yoongi moans as Jungkook nibbles at the shell of his ear, tugging his earlobe into his mouth, tongue rolling over the silver rings.
"My pretty baby," Jungkook murmurs as he lets go and kisses a trail along Yoongi's throat. "So perfect for me." He pauses to nip at the juncture of Yoongi's neck and collarbone, the oversized sweater sliding to nearly expose his shoulder.
Yoongi whines and Jungkook pulls back, Yoongi is flushed and squirming. "So beautiful," Jungkook whispers, pressing a chase kiss to Yoongi's lips.
Whining again, Yoongi tugs at Jungkook's hair. He's blushing, lips bright pink and eyes squeezed closed as he shakes his head.
"You don't agree?" Jungkook whispers, pulling Yoongi closer by the hands under his sweater. Yoongi shakes his head again. "Mm, well I think I'm right. You're so pretty like this, so pretty when you blush for me."
Yoongi opens his mouth to reply but it's cut off on a moan when Jungkook pulls him even closer and rolls his hips up. He can feel Yoongi's arousal through his dark jeans. Pressing Yoongi more firmly against him, Jungkook grinds their hips together and his boyfriend throws his head back.
"Look at you," Jungkook purrs, leaning in to kiss a line down Yoongi's jaw.
Yoongi surges forward and crashes their lips together, teeth nipping at Jungkook's lips before his tongue surges forward. It's hot and wet, Yoongi tugging at Jungkook's hair and making sounds in his throat that shoot straight to Jungkook's cock.
He pulls back to lean their foreheads together, both of them panting. "You like it when I call you pretty, don't you, kitten?"
Yoongi whines loudly, pressing their lips together again and Jungkook surges off the couch. Yoongi squeaks as he's hoisted into the air, Jungkook's hands sliding down to grip his ass. "You're so strong, Jungkookie," he whispers, voice a rasp, as he stares at Jungkook with wide eyes.
Jungkook chuckles and tilts his head, connecting their lips again. Yoongi winds his legs around his waist and grips him tighter as he licks into his mouth. Their tongues move together, massaging over each other as Jungkook walks them to his bedroom. He purposefully uses his shoulder to hit the light switch, illuminating the room in the warm light from his bedside lamps as he carries Yoongi to the bed.
Gently, reverently, he lays Yoongi on his back on the comforter, gazing down at his boyfriend's face. Yoongi's pink hair is fanned across the dark blue duvet, his eyes hooded and pupils blown, spit-slick lips parted as he pants. He looks so flushed and pretty, spread on Jungkook's bed, fingers gripping at the comforter as Jungkook places one knee on the bed, and then the other, caging Yoongi in.
Jungkook straddles him easily and dips to press their lips together, fingers running up and down Yoongi's sides. Jungkook knows this is the make it or break it moment, as Yoongi wraps his arms around his neck and Jungkook slides a hand under Yoongi's shirt, beginning to push the material up. He's got it halfway up Yoongi's stomach before the other stops him.
"Kookie," he whispers, voice rough, "The lights."
Jungkook kisses a line down his neck, hand stilling on Yoongi's soft tummy, shirt still pushed up nearly to his chest. "Lights on baby, please?" Yoongi starts to protest and Jungkook nibbles at his collarbone. "Wanna see you, beautiful, please let me."
Yoongi doesn't respond and Jungkook pulls back, studying his face. He would never force him, won't make him do something he doesn't want to do. But he wants to see Yoongi so badly, all of him. He can tell Yoongi is wavering. "I want to see how pretty my baby is when I make him feel good," Jungkook encourages, sliding his hand a little further up Yoongi's torso, "When I make him fall apart."
Yoongi's breath hitches and he throws an arm over his eyes, whining.
Clicking his tongue, Jungkook sits back astride Yoongi's hips and gently pries his arm from across his face. Yoongi is staring up at him, looking vulnerable and nervous. "Let me see you baby, please?"
Yoongi swallows hard, bottom lip caught between his teeth. "Okay," he whispers finally, nodding once.
Smiling, Jungkook helps Yoongi sit up a little so he can gently pull his sweater over his head. He keeps their lips attached as much as he can as he slides his fingers over Yoongi's chest, brushing his thumb over his nipple as he tosses away the sweater with his other hand. He pulls away to look at Yoongi again, taking in the blush high on his cheeks, the slight pinch to his brows.
"I've got you baby," Jungkook soothes, pressing a soft kiss between Yoongi's eyebrows, "Let me take care of you?"
Yoongi searches his face for a moment before he nods again. "Okay, Kookie," he whispers.
Jungkook slides down the bed, settling between Yoongi's legs and gazes at the smooth skin of his torso. He's pale, just as pale as Jungkook knew he would be, the soft skin of his tummy is firm and smooth with a trail of dark hair disappearing into his waistband. Jungkook presses a kiss to the line of hair and each of his prominent hip bones. "So pretty," he murmurs, trailing kisses up Yoongi's stomach toward his chest.
He pulls back for a moment, gazing down at his boyfriend's dusky pink nipples, already pebbled. "Look at you," he whispers, "So pretty and pink for me." He trails a hand down Yoongi's chest, pausing to tweak a nipple. Yoongi's chest is flushed pink, the color climbing up his neck to his cheeks as he squirms. "Look at you, " he repeats, "All flushed for me, so gorgeous when you get so worked up."
Yoongi keens, back arching off the bed as Jungkook closes his lips around one of his nipples, fingers coming up to work the other. He sucks and nips, tugging at the bud as he rolls and pinches the other. Yoongi pants and whines, fingers gripping the fabric of Jungkook's shirt and tugging at it. He lets up long enough for Yoongi to pull it over his head before diving back down to take his other nipple into his mouth.
They're perfectly pink, turning a brilliant rose as Jungkook laves over them. He nibbles and licks, sucking until Yoongi is scrabbling at his back, blunt nails digging into the skin of his shoulder blades. He knew Yoongi was sensitive, has seen him get worked up just from having his nipples played with, but never like this.
The sounds he's making are driving Jungkook wild and when Yoongi's fingers grip at his hair and tug him up and into a messy kiss he goes willingly. It's teeth and tongues, Yoongi moaning into his mouth as he bucks his hips up, rubbing himself against Jungkook's thigh. Jungkook sucks on Yoongi's tongue, dragging one hand down his chest to play with the waistband of his jeans over his hip and Yoongi ruts harder against his leg.
Jungkook sits back, causing Yoongi to whine when he's no longer able to chase the friction he wants from Jungkook's body. Settling between Yoongi's spread thighs, he looks down at his boyfriend. He has an arm thrown across his eyes again and his lips are parted, little pink tongue peeking out. His chest, neck, and cheeks are so flushed, so pretty and rosy.
Lifting his hand, Jungkook closes his fingers around Yoongi's wrist and lifts his arm from his face. His eyes are squeezed closed and he scrunches his nose as his arm is removed. "Don't hide, baby. I wanna see you."
Yoongi frowns, "It's just -" he blinks his eyes open and squirms, "'S'a lot."
Jungkook smiles down at him, cupping Yoongi's cheek with his hand and rubbing his thumb along his cheekbone. "It's not too much is it?" he checks. Yoongi hesitates but then shakes his head slowly. Jungkook bends to peck his lips then sits up again before continuing. "You okay?"
Yoongi pouts and nods, closing his eyes again and wiggling his hips. "Kookie," he whines, tugging at Jungkook's arms.
Jungkook's lips quirk in a smile. "What is it, pretty?"
"Please," he whines, opening his eyes again, "Please touch me."
Jungkook's smile widens and he nods. "Of course, anything for my baby. So pretty and pink," he coos, sliding his hands down Yoongi's chest and stomach to the fastening of his jeans, "Can't wait to see what else is pink."
He scoots down the bed to slide Yoongi's jeans down his legs, watching as inch after inch of creamy pale skin is revealed. Hairless, unblemished, a bare canvas just for him. Kneeling by Yoongi's feet, he lifts one of his legs by his ankle, so dainty Jungkook can wrap his entire hand around it. Featherlight, he presses a kiss to Yoongi's ankle bone, watching as his toes curl.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers, taking in the expanse of smooth skin before him, Yoongi hidden only by his black briefs now. Jungkook ignores the tent in his underwear, the wet patch staining the front of the fabric. Slowly, he trails a line of kisses up to Yoongi's knee, stopping to pepper his kneecap with kisses, nip at the inside of the joint. "Look at these pretty pink knees," he murmurs, lips pressed to silky skin.
Gently lowering his leg, Jungkook grips Yoongi's thighs, wrapping his fingers as far around them as he can. "Love your thighs, they're so beautiful, so slim," he pauses to squeeze, "I can almost get my hand all the way around, so cute."
Yoongi squirms and whines. "Stop teasing, Jungkookie," he pleads, scrunching up his face.
Jungkook clicks his tongue. "I'm not teasing, baby," he leans over to press a kiss to the side of Yoongi's thigh, "I'd never tease you."
He settles down on the bed, propped on his forearms and stomach and tilts his head to press a line of kisses along Yoongi's inner thigh. "Such pale, pretty thighs. Can't wait to make these pink too," he whispers before sucking a patch of skin into his mouth. He licks and bites, nibbling and sucking at Yoongi's perfect skin. Pink and red bruises bloom like flowers on his thighs as Jungkook moves between them, sinking his teeth into the flesh and sucking until Yoongi looks like a watercolor canvas.
Perfect flowers set against a snowy background, so beautiful as Yoongi pants and whines, above him. "Jungkook, Kookie, please," Yoongi begs.
Jungkook rolls his eyes up, staring into Yoongi's flushed face. "What is it, baby?"
"Touch me, Kookie, please, touch me."
Jungkook chuckles, pressing a few more kisses just below the fabric of Yoongi's briefs, tongue flicking out to trace the curve of his thigh along the cotton. "But I am touching you, Yoongi."
Yoongi whines again, louder, almost a mewl. "You said you wouldn't tease," he pleads, face scrunching as Jungkook trails fingers along his waistband, tickling his belly.
Jungkook smiles indulgently. "Okay, baby, I've got you," he promises. He leans back down and presses kisses to Yoongi's hipbones and along his tummy, tongue dipping into his navel. He nips at the sensitive skin just below as he slides his fingers under the waistband of Yoongi's briefs. He pauses and looks up, meeting Yoongi's unfocused eyes. "This is okay, baby?"
Yoongi nods, lip caught between his teeth.
"You promise?" Jungkook doesn't want Yoongi to feel forced.
"Promise," Yoongi says softly, lifting a hand to cup Jungkook's cheek and trails fingers down his jaw, "I trust you, Jungkook."
His voice is barely a whisper but Jungkook hears it and leans into Yoongi's palm, pressing a kiss to the smooth skin, before his hand falls away. "Thank you, Yoongi."
Yoongi lifts his hips and Jungkook slides his briefs down his legs, staring as Yoongi's cock is revealed. Jungkook already knew he shaved or waxed, could feel it even if he couldn't see it, Yoongi's skin silky soft as he trails delicate fingers over his groin. Yoongi's cock is hard and leaking and it's so pink, Jungkook can't help the groan that leaves his lips just at the sight.
"So perfect," he purrs, "The prettiest cock I've ever seen." He nuzzles his nose against Yoongi’s pelvis and begins pressing kisses along his skin, just barely avoiding where Yoongi really wants him.
“Jungkook, please,” Yoongi whines, bucking his hips.
Jungkook relents, just a little, and runs soft fingers along Yoongi’s length, feeling him twitch under his touch. Yoongi’s breath hitches at the contact, a low moan leaving his lips as Jungkook’s index finger traces over his head. Yoongi is making soft, broken noises, and Jungkook wants to hear how much better they can be. Gripping Yoongi by the base, he strokes him a few times before pressing a wet kiss to the tip.
Yoongi squirms, moaning as Jungkook licks at the head, tiny kitten licks tasting him and dipping into his slit. As Yoongi pleads above him he moves lower to lick from base to tip, running his tongue over his entire length. His skin is smooth, soft, feeling like velvet against Jungkook’s tongue. He’s had Yoongi in his mouth before, of course, licked and sucked and tasted him, but never like this, when he could see how pretty and perfect his cock is.
Whimpering, Yoongi curls his fingers in Jungkook’s hair and tugs, just a bit. Jungkook holds in a chuckle, he knows Yoongi is impatient, he always has been. So he lifts himself a little, stroking Yoongi a few times before fitting his lips over the head of his cock. Yoongi moans, thighs trembling, as Jungkook suckles on the tip. He runs his tongue over the soft skin as he does, rolling it under the head of Yoongi’s cock to press on the sensitive area just underneath. Yoongi cries out, hand tightening in Jungkook’s hair as his tongue dips into his slit.
He loves the noises Yoongi makes, breathy whines and gasps, loud moans that rumble through his chest and desperate mewls and keens. Yoongi may be shy but he’s always been vocal during sex and he tends to not be able to control it the more he falls apart. Jungkook doesn’t mind at all, loves the way Yoongi’s chest will heave as he pants and cries out.
Jungkook sinks down slowly, continuing to use his tongue as he feels Yoongi’s cock hit the back of his throat. Yoongi groans loudly as Jungkook relaxes his throat and sinks all the way down, brushing Yoongi’s pelvis with his nose. Yoongi is panting and as Jungkook pauses, swallowing around him, Yoongi whimpers loudly. Bringing up a hand, Jungkook caresses Yoongi’s balls as he begins bobbing his head. He lets himself go, moaning around Yoongi’s length as he licks and sucks, spit seeping from the corners of his lips to drip down his chin onto Yoongi’s porcelain skin. He doesn’t bother to try to stop it, knowing Yoongi likes things messy. And being able to see Yoongi’s flushed pink cock, wet with spit and precum, disappearing into his own mouth as he looks down, is enough to have Jungkook loving the mess too.
After a few minutes Yoongi’s hand tugs harder at Jungkook’s hair, his thighs clenching and shaking. “Jungkook, stop .”
Jungkook pulls off slowly and looks up at his boyfriend, his cheeks are bright red and his forehead is damp with sweat. Jungkook strokes him slowly, licking his lips and wiping his chin with his free hand as Yoongi groans again.
“Don’t wanna come like this, Kook,” he pleads.
Jungkook lays his cheek on Yoongi’s thigh as he continues pumping him lazily. “Oh?” he prompts, “How do you want to come then, baby?”
Yoongi whines, shaking his head desperately.
“Hmm, I don’t know, kitten,” Jungkook replies evenly, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s thigh, just over one of the bruises he sucked into the skin. “You have to tell me, baby, otherwise I can’t do anything.”
Yoongi whines again, lips pushing out into a pout as he squeezes his eyes closed. “Kook, please, I wanna -” he breaks off to moan as Jungkook twists his wrist, “Wanna come on your cock.”
Jungkook smiles and sits up on his knees. “Of course, baby,” he coos. He stands up and pulls off the rest of his clothes before crossing to the bedside table for a condom and lube. He takes a few moments to look down at his boyfriend, pale skin splotched and dusted with rosy pink as he pants on the bed, hands by his legs, knees still open. He looks fucked out already.
Gently, Jungkook helps Yoongi lift his hips and slides a pillow underneath, making sure he’s comfortable. Jungkook climbs back onto the bed and kneels by Yoongi’s feet, his knees are pulled up and together. Jungkook places a hand on each and clicks his tongue. “No hiding, baby,” he chides. Yoongi whines but allows Jungkook to part his legs, letting his knees fall to the sides.
“Fuck,” Jungkook breathes as Yoongi’s hole is displayed, waxed and perfect, so pretty and pink that Jungkook wants to get his mouth on it immediately. “You’re so perfect, baby, so fucking beautiful.” He presses a thumb against Yoongi’s entrance, not pushing in, just applying light pressure and Yoongi squirms. “Look at this pretty pink hole,” he coos, “Just for me.”
He can’t resist the sight, he pulls his hand back and rests both on Yoongi’s thighs as he settles between his legs, dipping down and bringing his mouth level with his entrance. Yoongi keens, thighs clamping around Jungkook’s ears, when he licks a stripe across his hole.
Jungkook clicks his tongue and pushes Yoongi’s thighs apart again. “Relax, baby,” he soothes, feeling Yoongi’s thighs tense. He leans forward again and presses a wet kiss to Yoongi’s rim. His boyfriend is whimpering as Jungkook begins sucking and licking at him, laving over and around his entrance as Yoongi pants. He pushes his tongue past the ring of muscle and Yoongi cries out, walls clenching around his tongue as both his hands come down to grip Jungkook's hair.
Yoongi’s grip on his hair is tight and Jungkook doesn’t resist when Yoongi uses his hands to press Jungkook’s mouth more firmly against his body. He probably doesn’t realize he’s doing it, too lost in pleasure. Yoongi’s thighs tremble and tiny ah, ah, ahs leave his lips as Jungkook thrusts his tongue in and out. When Yoongi’s thighs start shaking in earnest and his moans get louder, Jungkook pulls away with a final kiss to his rim. He sits back up and looks down as Yoongi’s eyes flutter open. His eyes are a little teary from another denied release and his lips are parted and spit-slicked. He looks beautiful, debauched, ruined.
“You look so beautiful, baby,” Jungkook says as he pops open the cap on the bottle of lube, “So beautiful like this, all for me.”
Yoongi nods jerkily. “Just for you, Kookie,” he promises, voice a rasp.
Jungkook smiles and coats his fingers in the lube, rubbing them together to warm it up. “Deep breath,” he says softly, laying his clean hand on Yoongi’s hip as he circles his entrance with two fingers. Yoongi inhales shakily and on his exhale Jungkook slowly slides a finger into him.
Yoongi’s breath hitches as the finger presses all the way in and Jungkook pauses. “Okay?” he asks, checking to make sure Yoongi is still comfortable. Yoongi nods shakily and Jungkook begins moving his finger, wiggling it around and beginning to move it in and out. The slide is easy, Yoongi is already a little loose from his tongue. But Jungkook takes his time, he wants to prepare him thoroughly and make sure Yoongi feels taken care of.
He leans forward as he presses in another finger, taking one of Yoongi’s nipples between his lips to suck at the tender flesh. Yoongi arches into the touch, a tiny gasp leaving his lips as Jungkook nips and licks at the swollen bud. He moves to the other side of his chest as he begins scissoring his fingers. Yoongi is squirming on the bed, hips bucking to meet each of Jungkook’s thrusts as he fingers him open.
“Jungkook, please , I need you,” Yoongi whines, running his hands through Jungkook’s hair.
Lifting his head, Jungkook looks into his boyfriend’s flushed and sweaty face, his eyes are a little wild, pupils blown. “Not yet, baby, another finger.” Yoongi whines more, squeezing his eyes closed, but Jungkook doesn’t give in. He sits up on his knees and presses his free hand into Yoongi’s hip, holding him still. “Let me take care of you,” he soothes, pulling out his fingers to press in three this time.
Yoongi cries out at the stretch, hips trying to push up off the bed but Jungkook keeps him down. “Kookie, kiss me, please,” Yoongi begs, grabbing Jungkook’s arm with both hands.
Jungkook frowns, scrunching his nose. “Baby I just -”
“I don’t care,” Yoongi interrupts, tugging at him. Jungkook finds it hard to resist, he wants to kiss Yoongi just as much but he wouldn’t push him into it, not when he had his tongue in his boyfriend’s ass mere minutes ago.
He drapes himself over his boyfriend’s body, keeping his fingers moving inside him as he presses their lips together in a chaste kiss. Yoongi makes a dissatisfied sound and wraps his arms around Jungkook’s neck, tugging him closer and licking over the seam of his lips. Jungkook hesitates for only a second before parting his lips and Yoongi presses forward, their tongues tangling together.
Yoongi licks into his mouth as Jungkook continues prepping him. With a gasp, Yoongi arches into him, arms tightening around Jungkook’s neck as he brushes the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of him. Jungkook swallows down Yoongi’s moans as he adjusts the angle of his fingers to brush over his prostate with each slide of his digits until Yoongi is panting and whimpering into his mouth, begging for more.
Slowly, Jungkook withdraws his finger, earning more whines and pleas as Yoongi clenches and shakes. “Hold on, baby,” he soothes, sitting up on his knees. Yoongi’s arms fall away from his neck and he reaches for the condom. He hisses as he rolls it down his length, he hasn’t touched himself, too focused on Yoongi, and he’s so sensitive it’s nearly painful. “You ready, Yoongi?” he asks as he leans back over his boyfriend and lines himself up.
Yoongi nods, eyes fluttering open to stare at Jungkook. “Please,” he whispers, “Need you, Kookie.”
Jungkook pushes forward, breaching the first ring of muscle and sliding smoothly in until their hips meet. Yoongi’s hands are fisted in the sheets, eyes squeezed closed as he pants, chest heaving. Blotches of pink and red decorate the skin of his chest, Jungkook dips to press a kiss to one on his sternum. “You alright?”
Yoongi nods jerkily, cracking his eyes open. “You feel so good,” he raps, tugging Jungkook down into a kiss.
He sets a slow pace, dragging his cock along Yoongi’s walls languidly, rolling his hips as their tongues tangle. Jungkook detached from Yoongi’s lips to kiss down his neck, Yoongi moaning and whimpering under him. “So beautiful,” he praises, licking a stripe along Yoongi’s sweaty skin, “You’re incredible.”
Ad Jungkook’s hips move and his lips kiss, Yoongi’s hands hold tight to his back and he whimpers into Jungkook’s ear. In this moment, when he feels so connected to his boyfriend, more so than he has before, he can appreciate how truly incredible he is, in all ways. Yoongi deserves the entire world and deserves to know how beautiful and amazing he is. Jungkook wants to show him, no matter how long it takes. He’ll do anything to help his boyfriend see his worth.
Months, years, decades, he wants them all. A million moments they can spend together. A million moments stretching forward. It’s only been two months but Jungkook has never been this happy, felt so connected. He knows he’s falling in love with Yoongi, and knows he can, so, so easily. It’s that thought that has his hips stuttering and his teeth nipping at Yoongi’s earlobe.
“Kookie, feels so good,” Yoongi whimpers under him, “Can’t -” he breaks off on a moan that sounds a little like a sob. “Gonna come.”
Jungkook lifts his face from Yoongi’s neck to see his eyes wet with tears, a few leaking onto his cheeks. “Me too, baby, it’s okay.”
The sight of Yoongi’s eyes rolling back in his head and his lips parting again as he moans Jungkook’s name and comes, untouched, between their stomachs has Jungkook tipping over the edge as well. He groans, burying his face back in Yoongi’s neck as his hips jerk and his vision blurs. Fireworks and snow flurries paint the inside of his eyelids as he fills the condom.
They’re quiet after, Jungkook barely supports himself on his forearms so he doesn’t crush Yoongi as they try to catch their breath. He presses a soft kiss to Yoongi’s shoulder before lifting his head again and looking down at his boyfriend. Yoongi’s shoulders are shaking and his face is scrunched up, tearing leaking from his eyes. Jungkook pulls out as gently as he can, Yoongi whimpering as he does, and crouches over him.
“Baby, Yoongi what’s wrong?” He runs his hands along Yoongi’s arms, his chest, his legs. Did he hurt him?
Yoongi sniffles and opens his eyes, they’re red and classy, tears leaking from under his lashes. “Jungkookie,” his voice is raw, “That was…”
He trails off and Jungkook is panicking. “I’m so sorry, did I hurt you? Was it too much?”
Yoongi makes a sound and it takes Jungkook a moment to realize it’s a giggle.
“That was, fuck, Jungkookie, you made me feel so good.”
Jungkook sits back on his heels. The condom is still around his rapidly softening cock and he feels extremely confused. “You’re crying because...I fucked you too good?”
Yoongi giggles again, turning his head to the side to see him better. “It was just a lot,” he says wetly, bringing up a hand to wipe his eyes.
“Good a lot or bad a lot?” Jungkook has to confirm.
Yoongi smiles at him and reaches out his hands for Jungkook to lean in for a kiss. “Good a lot, very good.”
Jungkook pecks his lips and shoves himself off the bed. “I thought I hurt you or something, jeez.” He pauses on his way to the bathroom for a towel and turns back. “Can’t wait to tell Taehyung and Jimin I fucked you into tears.”
Yoongi’s indignant squawk follows him into the bathroom where he quickly throws away the condom and cleans up. He brushes his teeth and wets a hand towel in the sink. When he returns to the bedroom Yoongi is just where he left him, spread naked on the sheets. Jungkook takes a moment to look at him. The flush is dying down, fading back to pristine porcelain. But Jungkook can see spots of color on his chest, thighs, neck and collarbones. Pretty pink flowers where he had nipped and sucked at that perfect skin. He can’t help the smile that curls his lips as he crawls back on the bed and cleans Yoongi up with soft swipes of the towel.
A few minutes later they’re curled together in Jungkook’s bed, lights finally off, facing each other across the sheets. Their hands are intertwined between them and they’re both still naked. Yoongi is cuddled naked in his bed, eyes closed as he smiles serenely, head sinking into the pillow.
“Was that really okay?” Jungkook asks after a few moments. Yoongi’s eyes pop open to stare at him in the semi-darkness of his room and Jungkook continues. “I wasn’t trying to force you or push you if you weren’t ready.”
Yoongi smiles at him softly, scooting a little closer so he can tangle their legs together. Yoongi’s skin is so smooth and warm against his own. “It’s okay, Kookie, I think I was ready. Especially because it’s you.”
Jungkook smiles back, squeezing Yoongi’s fingers. “I want you to know you can trust me,” he insists, “You never need to be shy or nervous around me. I think you’re perfect exactly how you are, I think you’re beautiful.”
Yoongi’s cheeks turn a little rosy, barely visible in the dimness, as he ducks his head. “You’re beautiful too,” he whispers, “I wish I had your confidence.”
Jungkook barks out a laugh. “Honestly, I fake most of it,” he admits before pulling Yoongi into a kiss.
They stay like that for a while, kissing lazily, bodies pressed together under the blankets as sleepiness makes their limbs heavy. Eventually, Yoongi pulls back to gaze up at him through his lashes. “I really like you, Jungkook.”
Jungkook grins, nose scrunching and teeth on display. He pulls Yoongi close, crushing him against his chest. “I like you too, Yoongi, I really, really like you.” Yoongi hums and cuddles into him, tucking his face into Jungkook’s neck. He drops a kiss to the crown of Yoongi’s head and tugs him closer into his arms, burying his nose in the candy pink locks as he drifts off to sleep.