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It’d be wrong to say things completely changed after that day - the day that they’d first kissed after he’d been so worked up for so long, it’d been like a breath of fresh air if he was honest - although, that wasn’t to say things hadn’t progressed at all. Yoongi was still the most adorable man Jungkook had ever seen, the elder still caused routine stress to his heart because of this also. However, the changes that did occur were more subtle than anything, he found himself being a tad more confident in expressing his adoration and in turn he earned himself more fond looks, touches and, much to his delight, the occasional soft peck to the lips.
He wasn’t entirely sure what they were, the last incident having ended in some more soft kisses and no real discussion, but he couldn’t really complain. He wasn’t pushed away, he was only brought closer so he couldn’t find it within himself to really care. He was grateful to be allowed this opportunity, especially given the life they lead and he knew, no matter what became of them, this would remain solely under wraps, their careers being their first priority - as not only did their own work hang in the balance but so did the five other members with which they worked.
So, he was fine, really he was. He was content with sweet, clandestine kisses stolen at the dead of night or behind others backs. He was happy with fond smiles and soft looks shared between the two.
Well, that was until he found himself down the dark rabbit hole that was the internet yet again. The hole that had made him yearn for more from his hyung seemed only to work it’s magic again.
However, on this occasion, he wasn’t found looking at the comments that set his blood aflame, jaw clenched and eyes hard as he contemplated what was wrong with people, to say such nasty things about the people he loved. Although, they were still comments regarding the band or, more specifically, Yoongi. He had found that he rather liked to see the cute comments where the fans seemed to be as enlightened as he, perhaps because they were expressing so openly what he could not, but it didn’t fail to deepen his fondness for the elder male.
Except this time he found more than he was really bargaining for.
‘ SugaHon3y : Suga is real cute but I bet he’d look cuter getting fucked ’
He could only blink, eyes transfixed on the lewd comment. Of course, he knew that some fans lusted after them - he was the youngest of the team but he wasn’t fucking stupid - but he hadn’t really thought that it would go to this side of the spectrum of it all. He had been deliberately refusing to think of the more sexual side of things regarding his relationship with his hyung, he didn’t want to get ahead of himself until he was sure that it was something they both wanted but… He really hadn’t been expecting that comment.
His mind was flooded with images, all more lewd than the last, images he had been repressing for his own sanity were suddenly all he could think of. Yoongi would look good, so insanely good getting fucked. He could imagine it, the way that pale skin would flush so prettily under his touch. The noises he would let out and.. Yeah, he really needed to shut this train of thought down before more than his mind became too invested.
However, like most things in life, it wasn’t that simple. It seemed that the comment had opened the metaphorical pandora’s box inside of his head. He’d suddenly become aware of his desires at the most inopportune and random times, even when he felt assured that it wouldn’t.
They’d be in the kitchen, Yoongi helping Seokjin out, and he’d be admist basking in his hunger-driven thoughts when Yoongi would bend across the side to reach something and, well, food would be long gone from his brain, replaced with the glorious but extremely inappropriate image of bending his hyung over just like that, right over the kitchen bench and holding down those hips as he thrusted into the smaller man.
Let’s just say dinner was an awkward ordeal for him after that.
They’d finish dance practice, all hot and worn out and the, honest to god, only thought in his mind would be of going home and going to sleep and then… then Yoongi would just have to go and lay flat on his stomach right in front of him, his legs spread some and his ass looking… looking good enough to eat, good enough to bring his lips and tongue to what he was sure would be skin as pretty as the rest of him, make the elder become covered in more than just his sweat. He really had to restrain himself from continuing with that thought though, for the sake of not having to walk out of there in front of everyone with a very obvious and very awkward hard on.
His hyung’s habit of sticking out his ass whenever he could get away with it didn’t seem to be helping him either, each time it just succeeded in reminding him how nice of an ass Yoongi had, which would then lead onto all of the things he could do to said ass.
Jungkook was left conflicted, personally he had no problem with things staying as they were. He was happy that someone like Yoongi would even give him the time of day, let alone those achingly soft looks, those adorably sweet smiles, those little kisses and touches. He liked Yoongi for who he was, not for the way he looked and the thoughts left him conflicted over his own motivations regarding the other man.
Those particular thoughts were soon to be resolved. It would start out just as all of the other ‘incidents’, this time Yoongi had a lollipop between those soft looking lips, and a sizable one at that, lips stretching over the treat as he sucked down upon the red sweet, lips staining with its cherry colour, and well, he couldn’t help but be reminded of certain other things, especially when the elder caught his eye. The look he’d given him had been one of satisfaction, having caught the younger in the act of clearly ogling his hyung, the quirk to his eyebrow and slight twitch to his lips as he pushed the candy deeper into his mouth had all but broken his brain. He’d almost forgotten about the smaller man’s (more evident than ever now) oral fixation for a while. Let’s just say he wouldn’t be forgetting it again anytime soon.
It seemed he wasn’t the only one to be plagued by these thoughts then. That was comforting.
It also seemed to become Yoongi’s goal to make him as sexually frustrated as he could. He’d sit himself on his lap, wiggling in place as if to get comfortable. He’d run teasing fingers across his arms, chest, eyes alight with something dark and daring, provoking him to take the next step. He’d make eye contact just to very slowly and purposefully lick something from the corner of his lips at the dinner table, placing a hand on his thigh gently as they ate as well.
It was beginning to really get to him, forcing him into many a cold shower to try and ease some of the frustration.
Having become fully aware that he was not the only one to have these desires - Yoongi had made that pretty clear with all the teasing he had been doing. He was resolved to finally do something about this tension between them.
He’d expected a conversation, perhaps a nice bit of making out. What he hadn’t expected upon finding himself at his hyung’s room was to see the elder spread out (entirely reminiscent of his fantasies) and knuckle deep in his own ass. Well, he definitely knew that he wasn’t the only one frustrated with all the tension between them now.
He was frozen, eyes transfixed on the sight before him, his imagination hadn’t nearly done the sight before him any justice. There was just something about seeing him finger himself too, his wrist worked at an awkward angle to plunge his fingers inside, he could just imagine it, the pleasure he was taking into his own hands but also the frustration, he wasn’t naive, he’d heard it was particularly hard to hit that particular spot with your own fingers and he had seen the evidence of that in the way the elder had been squirming, quiet mewls of both frustration and pleasure falling past lips.
Only to fall short with his interruption, as the rest of his body stilled in place, frozen as they stared at each other and... like hell was he walking away from such a sight without being told to do so.
“Hyung…” his own voice surprised him a moment, deeper and rougher than usual, showcasing how affected he was by the sight, “Do you want me to leave, hyung? Or…” he clears his throat, eyes dragging across all he could of that body, “Or do you want some help with that?”
He sees it, the way that skin begins to flush slowly after hearing his words, one of his own eyebrows raising as he realises the man who had been teasing him all along was suddenly shy , eyes averted as he bit on that plush lower lip a moment before finally meeting his eyes again.
“I…” the elder seems to struggle a moment, swallowing thickly and squirming on the bed, only bringing more attention to the fact that he hadn’t removed his fingers and had in fact began to move them slowly inside of himself again - Jungkook could barely contain his groan at the realisation. “Yeah… Stay… Kookie…”
That was really all the confirmation he needed to approach the male spread across the bed, only stopping a moment to make sure the door was locked behind him before advancing on the elder, stopping at the edge of the bed to just stare down at Yoongi, making him writhe and move his fingers again, his lower lip finding its way between teeth yet again at the heated attention.
“Uh uh, what do you think you’re doing?” his tone was rough with a teasing edge as he bent, stilling the fingers working away inside of the elder, fingertips just skimming pale flesh as he incircled that wrist with his hand firmly, “I thought I was going to help you out, hyung, or…” he bit his own lip now, deciding whether or not to test it out, for as obvious as it was that the elder currently had the desire to bottom it didn’t mean that he’d necessarily like to be dominated in the way that Jungkook really wanted to do right now, “... or does hyung get off on that? Just having me watch you make a mess of yourself?” and well, there was no taking it back now, not that he’d want to with the reaction it had gotten, the smaller letting out what could only be described as a whimper, lips pouting out and eyes wide as they stared at him before shaking his head lightly.
“Touch me…” and damn, Yoongi is already beginning to sound wrecked and so, he has to ask, has to know whether he can fully indulge himself in what he wants to do with the glorious beauty before him.
“Hyung, I have to ask… Can I... Can I…” he’s at a loss for words, for as confident as he may seem he hasn’t actually indulged this part of himself so thoroughly and only in his mind, but he knows he has to ask, he can’t do what he wants otherwise, it would be wrong. “What do you want?”
That seems to clear his mind a bit, gaze softening, the hand previously gripping his thigh reaching up to skim across his arm, “Don’t worry, Kook-ah…” and as wrecked as his voice still is, there’s something inherently comforting about it, something warm and sweet that sets his heart thrumming in his chest, “I trust you, if I don’t like something I’ll tell you, yeah? This is for the both of us to enjoy.”
The relief is overwhelming for a moment and he can’t help but lean down and down, connecting their lips in sweet kiss. A sweet kiss that would slowly dissolve into something more heated, teeth nipping at lips and then tongues meeting in the middle, sweetness replace by heat and hunger and lust.
“I’ll make you feel good, Yoongi…” he murmurs out, against those soft pink lips, becoming pinker by the second as they swell beneath the pressure of his own mouth,
“I’ll make you moan for me, hm? You know I think you’re cute but I bet you can get even cuter, even prettier than you already are…” the words escape him as he moves on from the kiss, lips working down jaw and neck, down and down until he finds where that delicate neck meets those broad shoulders, sucking harshly, grazing his teeth along the skin just to hear the whine it pulls from those lips and to see the pretty hue that blooms beneath his mouth slowly.
Finally, he eases his grip on that wrist, pulls that hand, whose fingers are still within that glorious ass, and listens keenly to the whimpers it pulls from Yoongi, he tuts, licking his lips as he pulls back from that neck to gaze at the pink puckered flesh of Yoongi’s hole, wet with lube and fluttering under his gaze, and it probably says something about the type of person Jungkook is that he wants his mouth on it, wants to suck and lick away at the flesh, have those toned but still oh so thin thighs shake and tremble on his shoulders as he eats him out.
“What do you want, hm?” he speaks up when he snaps out of his stupor, pulled back by the delightful sight of his hyung letting out more of those soft little whines, lips pursing a little and eyes practically begging for more as he shifts on the bed, “Do you want my fingers to fuck you open? Maybe you’d like something more, my tongue? Or is what you’re really craving my cock? Tell me, hyung, ask for it and I’ll give it to you, make you feel so good.”
He’d only dreamed that Yoongi would enjoy this type of talk but wow, when he looks down he sees how the others hard cock leaks after his little speech, sees how he bites on his lips to hold back, how he reaches up to grip onto his shoulders tightly as if searching for something to ground him.
“Want you, come on, Kookie... Give it to me…” the words are practically whined out, his back arching and his hands pulling at his shirt to bring him down, and... that wasn’t something he thought about before but there’s something of a rush in this, in Yoongi being so desperate and bare whilst he’s still fully dressed and in control, it makes him lick his lips, his eyes becoming heavier lidded and his lips twitching upwards, his more brattish tendencies seeming to pick up on something, wanting to milk this for what it’s worth, moving to grip those wrists and pin them down on the bed, pulling himself up so he’s hovering above the smaller.
“You have to be more specific, I want to hear you say it, yeah?” He chuckles, a dark thing for a moment at the mix of irritation and desperation that lights up those cat-like eyes at his words.
“Kookie… You know what I want…” the words are huffed out, eyes pleading.
“... but I thought you said this was about pleasing both of us? Don’t you think you’re being a little greedy, just thinking about getting yourself fucked open? Thought you wanted to be good, hyung, thought you wanted to please me?” silently he hopes he isn’t going too far, because he’s rock hard in his sweats, the entire atmosphere being so arousing to him.
“I… I… Sorry, Kookie…” he certainly hadn’t been expecting that reaction, those eyes going wide, chin ducking towards his chest in his bashfulness, “I’ll be good, just want to be good for you, I promise…”
Oh… He really really thought Yoongi couldn’t get any cuter but looking at him searching for his validation, so eager to please whilst overcome with that desperate want to get fucked, well he finds it so fucking endearing it hurts.
“I’m sure you will be. Now tell me what you want, go on?”
There’s silence a few seconds, in which he takes the liberty of freeing one of those slim wrists only to trap it with the other, the hand trailing down to skim over the underside of the other’s small dick and down until his thumb is massaging the slick hole teasingly, hearing the way the other keens, thinking he’s getting what he wants, pushing in just a bit before pulling out and he has to refrain from groaning at how wet it is inside - it seems they both liked it messy, and he was undoubtedly pleased by that.
“Ah.. want your cock, Kookie, want you to fuck me…” the words are quietly murmured, that shy streak becoming evident now, and he really can’t resist from pushing a little further just to see how he’ll react.
His hand leaves Yoongi’s entrance, raises to smack down on the pale flesh of Yoongi’s spread inner thighs, revelling in the choked of moan that pulls from him, “Thought you said you were going to be good, hyung? I can barely hear you.”
“Kookie-ah, please--” and his voice is much louder now, but he smacks again, clearly urging the use of more words, “Please, just want your cock, want you to fuck me, waited so long…”
Jungkook finally grins, pulling back only to tug his own shirt over his head, to kick his sweats off, wanting to feel more of that skin when he fucks the elder, no matter how arousing he’d found the power play of being dressed whilst Yoongi was naked.
He almost coos, seeing how Yoongi jerks, looks to him with something near panic in his eyes, as if Jungkook could leave him like this.
“Don’t worry, you were so good, hyung, I’m gonna fuck you so well, yeah?” he purrs it as he moves closer, brushing the sweaty strands of hair from that forehead to smirk down at his elder, “Where are your condoms and lube, hyungie? Need to get myself ready for you.”
After having the items pointed out to him, he makes quick work of grabbing them, taking the condom and carefully opening the packet. With one hand he reaches down, strokes his hard length a few times before rolling the thing on and cracking open the lube to coat himself, despite the vivid memory of how wet Yoongi was already - it couldn’t hurt to be careful.
He hadn’t noticed the eyes on him until he moved back to go and settle between those wonderful legs, and when he did he couldn’t help but smirk a little, it was a bit of a confidence booster seeing him stare so hungrily at his naked body.
“You like what you see, hyungie? Did you like watching the big cock that’s gonna fill you up, hm?” He couldn’t help but tease, hands falling to those narrow hips and, with little effort, lifting the smaller and tugging him up the bed, letting go only to quickly yank a pillow and place it underneath him, another satisfying spike of arousal settling in when he hears that gasp - does Yoongi like being manhandled too? That was something he’d definitely explore another time. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you so prettily begged for.”
Then finally, finally, he reaches down to position himself, rubbing the head of his cock against the hole a moment before slowly pushing in, biting his lip at the tight, wet heat that surrounds him, the hand still on those hips digs in harshly with the effort not to just thrust in madly. He is sure to ease in, no matter how rough he had desired to be with the elder, he would hate to really hurt him right now.
When he bottoms out, he’s sure to still his movement, his breathes growing a little harsher for a moment, gaze directing itself to look over Yoongi’s face, carefully inspecting for any signs of pain, only to find the elder’s eyes tightly shut, his breathing deep and even until those hands reach up to pull him closer, to nuzzle into his neck, breathily admitting against the skin, “... I wish I could say you were all talk but… mm… you fill me up so well, Kookie…” and then he’s shifting his hips urging Jungkook to move to which the younger happily obliges, slowly pulling almost all the way out before fucking back into him, starting of a pace of deep thrusts, rolling his hips easily with each thrust.
And Yoongi… Yoongi’s breath catches and he lets out little breathy moans with each thrust, grip tightening on those shoulders, head falling back as he allows himself to bask in the pleasure of being stretched so full, of the delicious drag of Jungkook finally fucking him the way he’d been imagining for weeks now.
He starts of slow but is eager to pick up the pace, balls slapping against ass with each deep plunge, his hands moving from hips up thighs, pushing and stretching the elder until he’s even more bent, lifting his hips and changing the angle so that when he thrusts into him he goes deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside and revelling in how Yoongi clenches around him, how he moans louder, eyes widening and head lolling backwards in pleasure, he turns his head briefly, kisses the smooth flesh of thigh that he can reach, nipping briefly, before bending over him more his hips moving harder after hearing how the flushed man begged for it to be so.
“You like it? Like being such a good hyung for me? You take me so fucking well, like you were made for it.” the words are almost growled, his own brows furrowed in concentration as he works on fucking deeper and harder, hitting that spot inside just to see how Yoongi writhes, keens and begs for more. He can’t help the satisfied smirk that crawls up on his lips as a more breathy sound leaves the pale man, obviously enjoying his words. “You’re doing so good. You’re so fucking pretty, so cute, squirming on my dick like you need it.”
Yoongi gasps, his hands moving from shoulders trailing down to where his hands still tightly grip milky thighs and tugging, trying to pull them off with a distressed whimper. “Hold my hands, Kookie, please, I need it, wanna hold your hand when I come.”
Jungkook almost freezes at that, can feel his heart clench in his chest, his rougher thrusts softening, bottoming out and just grinding in there, rolling his hips so his dick just rubs at that spot deep inside as he allows Yoongi access to his hands, allows him to intertwine their fingers and hold on tight. Jungkook almost dies from how endearing his hyung can still be, even with a his cock deep in his ass.
He basks in the drawn out moans that pulls out, smiles as he feels the hips beneath him stutter as if conflicted between grinding into that almost overwhelming pleasure or getting away from the pain that comes with so much.
“You can come whenever you want to, baby, go ahead, you can let go for Kookie.”
That seems to do it for the elder, and he can only watch and feel in fascination as those darling pink lips fall open in a deep moan, as those eyes close and he tightens so torturously around his length, coming untouched.
It doesn’t take long for him after that, beginning to thrust again throughout the aftershocks of Yoongi’s orgasm, the ever so tight walls clenching around him as he loses momentum, thrusts wildly, enjoying the way the man beneath him can only whine and whimper and struggle beneath him as he’s brought to the brink of oversensitivity before he comes, falling down onto the smaller male.
They lay like that a few moments, hands still tightly clasped together before Yoongi huffs, removes his right hand from Jungkook’s to push at his chest lightly, “You’re crushing me, Kook-ah…” and even without looking Jungkook knows he’s talking in a pout so he shifts, slowly pulls out of the elder, letting go of him completely to discard of the condom and reach down blindly - grabbing onto his own shirt - to wipe at the mess on the elders stomach. He then unceremoniously flops onto the bed beside him and smiles as he sees that hand seeking his out again, holding onto it and resting their joined hands on Yoongi’s soft tummy.
“Better?” He manages to ask, peeking up, almost shy now that the heat of the moment is over, so that he can gaze at the beautiful man beside him.
“Much better.” is his reply, the words still managing to sound sweet, even with the new-found hoarseness of his worn voice and he manages to shift, turning to lay his head on Jungkook’s shoulder. “I’m glad we did that…”
“Yeah… me too.” He had all he needed now, Yoongi and him wrapped up together, he was content.