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Jungkook locks lips again, their kiss slow then turns steamy and passionate, almost out of breath. It’s so good, Yoongi knees buckle, losing strength in a matter of seconds. The fear of slipping out of Jungkook’s grip rises, but before it could go any further, Jungkook presses closer to Yoongi, slotting his leg between Yoongi’s until his knee presses against his crotch, one hand on his hip, while the other slips under his shirt to undress him.
A soft noise coming from Yoongi vibrates between their lips until Yoongi breaks the kiss, placing his hand on Jungkook’s chest to pause the moment.
“We’re still in the doorway…” he mumbles.
“It’s just us. I don’t mind,” he smirks a bit, licking his lips as his eyes trail up and down at his hyung.
“I do!” he whines. “And I have to take a shower first. I’m all sweaty.”
“You look and smell delicious, hyung.” Jungkook says as he leans over to his ear. “I can just eat you whole right now…until there’s nothing left.” He ends his statement with a nibble on his ear, making Yoongi shiver.
“No. Shower first. Now move out of the way.” The elder gently pushes him away enough to slip out of the trap, scurrying to his bedroom. “You can wait in my bedroom in the meantime.”
…
Yoongi took 45 minutes to shower. Not only because he was nervous, but he forgot how good it felt to finger himself. Feeling his fingers barely reach that special spot that leaves him in bliss, breathless and begging for more. He’s not in a rush because he knows Jungkook will make him cum with no issue, and Yoongi can’t wait for it. But that’s just 5%. 95% of it is a mixture of happiness and nervousness.
Because Jungkook is going to be with him. He can’t wait to make Jungkook feel good and reciprocate his feelings in return. It’s been so long since the last time, and after everything, Yoongi knows that wasn’t love. Nowhere near it. What he feels with Jungkook, it’s more than love. It’s life.
He opened Yoongi’s eyes to what life is and how beautiful it can be. He wants to see more of it, as long as Jungkook’s by his side.
It leaves him teary-eyed. For a moment, he forgot why he was stretching himself in the first place; the pleasure gone for now, faint, while emotion is overwhelming. He continues prepping, teasing himself to feel the lingering pleasure before the main event.
…
Meanwhile, Jungkook’s heart was racing for the past twenty minutes. He sat completely still and waited like a good puppy. After ten minutes of waiting, he wondered if maybe he should have accepted the invitation after all. After smelling himself, perhaps he did need to shower.
His mind wandered for a solid 45 minutes until he saw the bathroom door open.
His heart started to race again when Yoongi walked out in a bathrobe. Before he knew it, Jungkook stands and walks towards Yoongi, hands immediately on his waist. Yoongi blushes even more when they lock eyes. Stars and softness swirl in them, and it makes Jungkook’s heart sing. Jungkook leans in for a soft kiss, and Yoongi latches his hands onto his clothed chest in the process.
“Don’t you need a shower?” Yoongi asks, breaking the kiss for a millisecond to ask.
“No. Do you mind?”
“I don’t, but if you need to…”
“Do you want me to?”
“Not necessarily, but…I know what we’re about to do-”
“Then I don’t need to shower.” he grips his fingers a bit tight. Yoongi squirms in his hold.
“A-are you sure?”
“Very.” It comes out as a whisper. He kisses him again, a bit more slow this time. Yoongi’s stiff at first, but soon melts into Jungkook’s embrace. The taller’s arms snake around his waist, releasing a grunt of his own as Yoongi makes the first move. He deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue into his mouth to gather more of a taste, pushing himself onto his tippy toes, and pressing his body into Jungkook’s.
Not a moment to waste, Yoongi gasps in the kiss when his body is hoisted in Jungkook’s arms. Immediately he links his arms and legs around his body like a koala on a tree as Jungkook makes his way to the bed. Jungkook breaks the kiss to lay Yoongi on the mattress gently, his limbs resting elegantly on the duvet. Yoongi moves one hand on his stomach, while the other remains on the side of his head. His heart is going to explode; the mixture of feelings he experienced in the shower blossomed now in view. Jungkook’s view.
The younger takes his time, drinking in the view of his hyung. Soft and adorable, just as he always is to him, whether he’s behind a desk, in the copy room, now here. In his home. In his bed.
The more Jungkook looks, the more flustered Yoongi feels. His pale cheeks are a deep red, spreading to his ears and his neck, he moves his arms to hug himself in an attempt to hide. His eyes avert elsewhere.
“D-don’t stare so much..” Yoongi mumbles.
“Why?”
“You’re making me nervous.”
“I’m sorry, I…can’t help it. You look…beautiful…” Jungkook admits his turn to blush.
“Don’t lie.”
“I’m not,” Jungkook insists, reaching to gently grip his chin to make him look up at the taller. “You always look beautiful but…now…you look so…”
He’s lost for words. It’s enough for Yoongi to make him squirm.
“Hyung,”
“Y-yes?”
“C-can I ask for a favor?”
Yoongi's heart skips a beat. “S-sure. What-what do you need?
“Could…you could um…” Jungkook stutters, his cheeks paint a rosy red. “Could you maybe…wear your work shirt?” He forces himself to say while gently slipping his hand under his robe to rub his thigh. He needs to touch somewhere to ease his embarrassment.
Yoongi blinks. Maybe a couple of times. His nerves completely froze, and his heartbeat interrupts. “You want me…to wear my dress shirt? Why?”
“You look so pretty in it. Is that bad?”
“No, just-” he gulps. “I didn’t think you’d be into roleplay.”
“I-I don’t think I am? I just want to see you in it…that’s all..”
“Okay,” he said without thought, sitting up. “Yeah-let me-go put it on…”
…
It was hard for Jungkook to exist as Yoongi buttoned up his dress shirt. A leotard dress shirt, to this day, he prays in blessings to whoever invented this. He tried to keep his whines to himself as Yoongi did this with his back facing the younger. Jungkook successfully swallowed them down as he waited for him to finish. But it was hard to keep his composure when Yoongi’s ass looked like a divine platter . Perfectly round and plump like a peach on a sunny day. His cock tenting in his dress pants, twitching for any form of attention.
“Okay…” Yoongi breathes before facing Jungkook. His eyes glued to the sheets, flushed to his chest. His fingers play with the folds to keep himself from launching out the window. Meanwhile, Jungkook’s trying not to combust.
Yoongi isn’t sure why he wanted him to wear this in bed. If anything, he’d rather not dirty one of his clean shirts that could be used for a workday, but–
“Hyung?” Jungkook calls, shifting closer to the elder.
“Y-yeah?” Yoongi turns to the younger, only to find himself closed in from his body, and soft lips pressed onto his. A moan slips out of his mouth as Jungkook parts his lips open, kissing deeply instantly. On instinct, Yoongi closes his eyes as he rides through the moment.
He holds onto his forearms as he kisses back, feeling his world tilt as Jungkook’s body crowds him more until Yoongi lays his back in bed. His heart picks up pace, gasping in the kiss from one of Jungkook’s hands unbuttoning a couple of buttons to slip inside. Trailing his fingers across his chest, gently caressing one of his nipples. Zings of pleasure swarm around his chest the more Jungkook played with them. Yoongi moans in the kiss, arching his chest into his touch.
“Kookie…” Yoongi keens after breaking the kiss. “Feels good…”
Jungkook trails kisses to his neck, parting Yoongi’s legs with his own to spot between them. Continuing to tease one nipple, he wetly kisses different spots around his neck, focusing a moment long to leave beautiful marks around like a necklace. All the while Yoongi releases soft moans, eyes fluttering close as he lets pleasure take its course.
The pleasure grows the more Jungkook plays with his nipples, twisting and pinching to his liking. Gradually, Yoongi’s moans and whimpers turn a tad louder, hips moving upward for some kind of friction. Once Jungkook seemed satisfied with his markings, he makes his way to his hips, moving his hand from his nipple to his crotch, cupping his hard cock a bit rough. He looks up at the elder at the right time his hips bucking into his hand, huffing out a soft noise.
“Cute…” Jungkook mumbles, stroking his layered cock slowly, a reminder of how small and cute feels in his hold.
“J-Jungkookie…” Yoongi mewls, moving his hand to his mouth to cover, but Jungkook reached to remove it.
“I want to hear you.”
“No…it’s embarrassing.” Yoongi’s heart speeds up the more Jungkook looks at him.
“It’s just me. No need to be nervous.” the younger slips his finger into the leotard. “Can I?” leotard.
Yoongi looks down, his expression lust and wanting. He nods after a moment of silence.
Yoongi sighs when he feels a cold breeze hit his cock, then engulfed by Jungkook’s hand. He shivers when Jungkook strokes him with some pace. He was hard when he stepped out of the bathroom, but now, he’s even harder from Jungkook giving him attention. His cock twitches even more from watching. Jungkook’s eyes are glued to his cock, his red puffy red lips part, coated in spit from his tongue dragging across both.
This is overwhelming, but he wants more, so he thrusts his hips into his hand.
“Good?” Jungkook asks.
“Yes,” Yoongi says. “More please,”
Jungkook smiles. “Don’t worry hyung, I’ll give you more.”
…
Yoongi’s moans bounce off the walls. Holds his legs up, wrapped around the back of his knees, head tilting back into his pillows as Jungkook swallows his cock to the base, thrusting three fingers deep into him. Hard and fast. Deep enough to curve his fingers into his prostate and scissor him open to stretch him even more. It makes Yoongi’s hips buck into his mouth, choking on a moan.
He opens his mouth in an attempt to call for Jungkook, but he can’t. Nothing but a dying whimper escapes his lips, shivering from the overwhelming pleasure. This sensation travels around his body like a wave crashing into shore and then pulls back into the current.
Meanwhile, Jungkook deepthroats Yoongi, sucking hard yet slow to take in every inch, familiarizing himself with every vein, every curve. He lets go of his cock while keeping his fingers inside him, probing into his prostate while licking over the slit. The action makes Yoongi arch his back off the bed, moaning loudly.
“Jungkook~!” Yoongi digs his nails into his flesh to stay in position.
“Does it feel good?” His voice comes out raspy.
“S-so good, so good,” he pants, trying his best to push his hips into his fingers.
“Your cock is so cute, hyung.” Jungkook praises, kissing the shaft, all the way down to his balls to suck on. Yoongi whimpers. Pleasure all over, it’s too much. “Gonna eat you up…”
Yes, Yoongi thought. Eat me .
Eventually, Yoongi moves Jungkook off him and reaches for his drawer to grab lube and condoms, he rolls onto his stomach, spreads his legs, and raises his ass. Hopefully, it’s enough to signal to Jungkook that Yoongi wants more . He’s ready for Jungkook’s cock to drill inside him, make them both feel good.
It took some time for Jungkook to be fully inside him, but it was a little easier with the lube and condom. Thank god he stopped by the convenience store during lunch to get them.
He feels so full, so safe, and so comfy with the boy’s body draping over him. His soft kisses all over the back of his neck, down to his shoulders, and then to his cheek. Yoongi turns his head to the side to kiss him. He moans in the kiss when he feels Jungkook slowly thrust into him, even more after adjustment.
“Oh, fuck,” Yoongi breaks the kiss to cuss. Pleasure overcoming pain.
“You feel amazing, hyung.” Jungkook breathes, gripping the sheets under them as he tries to keep his composure. “So tight,”
“S-so big,” Yoongi mewls, arching his back to meet his thrusts. “Please–harder.”
“Are you sure?” Bits of concern coats his pleasurable tone.
“Yes, please, Kookie…W-want you to feel good.”
Hearing those words makes Jungkook’s heart sing. He kisses his cheek before sitting up, hands traveling to his hips to hold onto. He pulls all but the tip out and slams back in. Yoongi’s eyes widen in time with a surprised moan, body jerking forward from the force. Jungkook does it again, and again, and again until there’s rhythm.
Jungkook thrusts with vigor, balls deep inside Yoongi, in reckless abandon. His thighs slap the back of Yoongi’s, his ass, leaving Yoongi a moaning mess. Loud and strong, body weak to the pleasure. Submitting to it.
“Fuck,” Jungkook grunts, gripping his hold on Yoongi’s waist, pulling him back onto his cock. His tight walls sucking him in, never to let go. “It’s like your ass doesn’t want- mn- to let me go.” He says with a mixture of a groan.
Yoongi couldn’t respond at that point–quickly becoming a slave to the pleasure. Gasping from each harsh thrust, the overwhelming sensation of his dick rearranging his guts the best way possible. He knew that his dick was big, but this? This was too much. The bed creeks, the headboard taps against the wall repeatedly, he didn’t care about noise complaints, not when he’s feeling this good.
And when Jungkook forces Yoongi’s hips onto the bed, thrusting with everything he has, hitting his prostate dead on, made Yoongi scream. His body convulses under him, grabbing onto the sheets for dear life as he sobs into the sheets, his moans loud and muffled.
“J-J-u-ung..!” he tries to call his name, but his mind wipes blank thrust after thrust. His eyes roll to the back of his head, his mouth completely open, and droplets of drool stroll to his chin.
“Y-Yoongi hyung,” Jungkook moans, eyes fluttering close from the pleasure. One of his hands slips under his hyung’s stomach, pressing his hand over his lower abdomen. He can’t help but smirk when he feels the imprint of his dick going in and out of him. “D-do you feel that? Do you feel me deep inside you? I can feel myself fill you up to here.”
“D-don’t!” It comes out as a whine, squirming under him. “D-don’t press…!”
Suddenly Jungkook pulls back to flip Yoongi onto his back. He wants to see him, see how good he’s making him feel. The moan that escapes Jungkook’s mouth when he sees how fucked out he looks. His cock throbs inside Yoongi, it makes his body jolt.
“Beautiful…” Jungkook breathes, trailing his hands up his body. Yoongi’s eyes close from the feeling, his chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath. “So fucking beautiful.”
Yoongi gasps when Jungkook rips the buttons open, revealing his hard, pink nipples. Before Yoongi could protest or cover them, Jungkook dives in, using his mouth to nip and suck on them. All while continuing his rough pace. A whirlwind of pleasure hits Yoongi to the core. His eyes roll to the back of his head, back arching off the bed and into Jungkook’s mouth, unable to control his body if he wanted to.
The pooling, twisting heat in his lower abdomen grows. His moans turn to whimpers at the feeling of Jungkook’s tongue swirling around his nipples. His cock painfully hard, leaking precum all over himself. He’s close. He’s going to cum untouched, something that’s never happened before. He’s a little scared, but desperate. He wants to cum so bad, he needs to cum.
“K-kook-I- mn ~”
“I-I cu- ugh~!”
“Cu-mm- mm !”
But no matter how hard he tries to voice it, he couldn’t. The pleasure-it wouldn’t let him think, wouldn’t let him speak. Somehow, Jungkook knew. He picks his head up from his chest, eyes half lidded, full of lust, and his hips slows.
“G-going to cum?” he asks, breathing a bit heavily. Yoongi could only nod, reaching for Jungkook, needing him close as possible.
Jungkook hovers over him completely, letting his hyung wrap his arms and legs around him.
“W-want your cum…please…” Yoongi pleads, lifting his head to kiss him deeply. “C-cum in me…”
“Hyung…” Jungkook whines before thrusting once more. “Fuck, hyung.”
It doesn’t take long for both of them to cum. The more he thrusted inside Yoongi, his small cock rubbing between them, it was only a matter of time before Yoongi came between their stomachs. His eyebrows pinched together, eyes close tight and screams his name. His cock spurts thick streams of cum, soaking his dress shirt. All while Jungkook groans, hips stutter as he fills Yoongi. Both rocking into each other through their high, until they couldn’t anymore.
They collapse in bed, Jungkook on top of Yoongi. He feels light, body heavy, mind completely wiped. He never felt this good before.
Yoongi’s in a daze, eyes idle to the ceiling. His breathing is heavy and quick, his heart beating hard and fast. It was a little hard to regulate when this kid is laying on top of him, but he doesn’t mind. Not now anyway. He needs Jungkook close as possible.
Yoongi wraps his arms around him, gently leaving pepper kisses all over.
“You okay?” Jungkook asks. “I-I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Yoongi shakes his head. “Good…” It was all he could say.
It makes Jungkook smile. “Good.”
…
They wake up the next morning. It’s the weekend.
Yoongi’s ass is sore and sticky. His hips and legs are stiff. He needs a massage, stat. He also feels something heavy on top of him. When he opens his eyes, fluttering them open to fight sleep, he finds Jungkook right beside him. Snoozing away.
He looks so peaceful. Chubby cheeks pressed against the pillow as he softly snores deeper in dreamland. Yoongi’s heart stutters.
Like a bunny. His bunny.
A bunny that Yoongi wants to snuggle with, away from the world. Forever to hide in their burrow until the world burns, begging for their return.