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"Are you nervous?"
Yoongi keeps his mouth shut as Taehyung speaks, trailing a finger lightly down the older's body. He pouts, of course, at the lack of response- he's already reached the rapper's stomach and Yoongi has to fight a smirk because Taehyung's fingers don't leave the right feeling against his skin and it comes across as nervously playful instead of sexy or seductive. Hoseok is sitting beside Taehyung, lips pulled up in a smile. He's already lost, getting nervous the second someone came into contact with his thighs and opting to quit instead of sporting a boner over his bandmates. They would've gone in age order, but Yoongi had insisted that he needed to know what he was getting himself into beforehand and Hoseok had folded.
Of course, once he'd seen how it worked, he'd easily announced his impending win and Taehyung had taken it as a personal challenge.
The latter repeats the phrase again, attempting to use the same weak-spot he'd found on the other rapper again. However, it's no use and his confidence deflates- visibly- and Yoongi ruffles his hair. Taehyung sulkily declares Yoongi no fun, and the older almost feels bad. Almost. Until he remembers how incredibly creepy his dongsaengs are for attempting to pull him into such a game, and laughs instead.
"You kids are too inexperienced for this, I told you I'd win." Yoongi coos, earning himself an eyeroll from Jungkook and a guffaw from Jimin and Hoseok. Taehyung is clearly trying his hardest to wipe the pout from his lips still.
"I wanna go next!" Jimin demands, taking Yoongi's place as Hoseok takes Taehyung's. "I can beat Yoongi-hyung, no doubt."
He lasts until Hoseok's nails scrape lightly along his neck before he's bowing out and tramping off to 'go to the bathroom real quick'. Amateur. Who does he think he's fooling? The older has to bite his tongue to keep his comment from slipping out, knowing all too well that an embarrassed Jimin is never an easy Jimin to get rid of, or calm down.
Some of the stylist noona's give them strange looks, and Yoongi supposes he can understand because it is certainly a new way to spend time before a show, but Bangtan have never been the types of guys to sit around and make small-talk. It would be another fifteen minutes until they were up, and since the maknae line (ft. Hoseok) seemed to be particularly mischievous today.
Namjoon and Jin are off socializing- the leader and the oldest who seemed to gravitate towards the younger wherever he went- fulfilling their proper duties and making BTS seem less like 'ruffian too-hyper rookies' and more like 'could pass for polite if they tried rookies'.
Jungkook doesn't say anything as he takes the newly-vacated spot, only grinning a little to himself and making an off-handed comment about 'I'm not as easy to scare off as Jimin, hyung', and he really isn't. Hoseok tries like hell and Yoongi has to give him some credit there. Jungkook barely squirms when Hoseok chuckles out an "Are you nervous?" as his fingertips ghost over his crotch, though he glares hard enough to make the dancer's smile widen considerably and a smug aura to radiate from him. Even if he lost, the glare showed him just how close he was to winning, and that was good enough.
"I bet I can beat hyung too." Jungkook levels Yoongi with a look of determination, though the older doesn't miss the excited smile that he fights hard to keep down. It takes the haughtiness of his tone down quite a few notches. However, Yoongi offers him a scoff and obliges his need to prove himself.
"Tell yourself whatever you have to, Kookie-ah."
Jungkook's eyebrows furrow in concentration and the rapper thinks it's darling how focused he is, how determined he is to break him. He can pass it off as a mixture of teenage rebellion and some kind of maknae complex that all the youngers seem to have- wanting to push their hyungs until they got pushed back. It was fun most days, but sometimes they could push their bounds too far, overstepping them by miles and having to backtrack before they got into too much trouble. The youngest, however, usually managed to escape the wrath of his hyungs no matter how far he stepped. There was something in that cheeky grin and the challenging glint in his eyes that begged push me back- push me harder instead of any form of apology or humility.
Yoongi is so busy pondering this, he almost misses the frustrated growl ("Are you nervous?" Yoongi can hear the implied 'god fucking dammit' in his tone and stifles a laugh) Jungkook makes when all he gets is the slight twitch of muscle after scoring his nails along the skin peeking out between the rapper's shirt and his pants. His palm slides along the fabric covering Yoongi's crotch and the older raises an eyebrow. The question never comes, however, and the maknae seems lost in thought as his hand continues to slide lower, along the inside of Yoongi's thigh and down his calf.
"Are you done yet?"
That snaps Jungkook out of it, however, and he glowers at the floor as a fierce blush colours his ears (Yoongi is sure it's on his cheeks too, but the makeup caked onto his face prevents it from showing). The rapper snickers as he exits the small changing room, not missing the withering look his dongsaeng shoots him as he leaves.
When they arrive back at their dorms, Yoongi can feel a pair of eyes practically burning holes into the back of his head as he steals the first shower spot. He takes his time, stripping off the too-hot articles of clothing only to step into an even hotter stream of water. Dark eyes flutter shut as he lathers shampoo into his hair and lets the water hit his back, massaging the tenseness away. He's so immersed that he doesn't realize that someone's entered the room until there are hands snaking around from his back to slide along his sides, nails dragging along the slick skin teasingly. He's about to curse, about to deliver a swift elbow to the face of the offending person when he hears a teasing voice at his ear.
"Are you nervous, hyung?"
Yoongi stiffens a little, turning his head slightly to see a smug-looking Jungkook pressed against his back. It's tentative, but bolder than Yoongi had expected from him and yeah, alright, the kid's got balls.
"Why would I be nervous? If anything, I'm confused as to why you thought you could come barging in here without so much as knocking."
"I knocked twice." His tone is matter-of-fact and Yoongi sighs.
"Don't waste water, then." The older boy squirts some shampoo onto his hand and begins to lather it into Jungkook's hair, pushing him under the water's spray as he works the maknae into a humming, relaxed state. He's willing to bet that this wasn't Jungkook's intention in coming in, that he'd been planning on embarrassing Yoongi and sneaking back out to tell the others, but when it didn't pan out Yoongi really didn't want to deal with the look of disappointment that was sure to follow.
It's not like they didn't share showers sometimes anyways.
He'd never shared with Jungkook before (since usually the ones who rose late were the ones to share in order to save time, and both tended to be early risers when it came to getting in a good shower), but that didn't mean this had to be weird or anything.
Right?
He's moments from drifting off to sleep when his door cracks open, dragging an annoyed huff from his already partially open lips. The rapper's annoyance builds in intensity as he feels a hand slide along his neck, along his chest and under the loose tank-top he had decided not ten minutes before to wear to bed. There's a creak and someone's on his too-small-for-two-people bed, curling into his side as his shirt gets hitched further up.
"Can I fuckin help yo-"
"Are you nervous yet?"
"Jeon Jungkook do I look like I'm nervous or do I look like I'm exhausted?"
"Well..." Jungkook is grinning at him now, teeth shining even in the muted bluish darkness encasing the room.
"It's not rocket science," Yoongi grumbles, tugging the younger into a more comfortable position beside him and peeling those too-touchy hands off of him. "I'm exhausted. If you must pester me, at least pester me in your sleep."
Jungkook whines quietly in irritation, turning his head away pointedly, but not leaving.
Yoongi is immersed in a game on his phone, determined to beat this level before the day was up and dammit he was so close, when an unwelcomed, unwanted weight presented itself in the form of Jeon Jungkook plopping his chest down atop his hyung's extended legs, nuzzling into the spot where his shirt had oh-so-conveniently ridden up to reveal a bit of his hip and abdomen.
"Hyung," He began, tone sing-songy and teasing. "Are you?"
"Am I busy? Yes, Jungkookie, I'm very busy on official hyung business..." He furrows his eyebrows in an attempt to concentrate harder on his touch-screen and less on the hot breath ghosting across sensitive skin.
At least he can pretend like he's succeeding.
"You don't look busy. You look, hmm, what's the word I'm looking for, hyung?"
"Annoyed?"
"No."
"Inconvenienced?"
"Hyung."
Yoongi peeks over his phone to roll his eyes at the younger. No matter how itchy Jungkook's increasingly intimate touches were making him, he sure as hell wasn't going to give the younger any satisfaction. As Jungkook skulked off to go pout, presumably, Yoongi came to a decision.
This needed to stop.
He waits until the others have gone out, leaving himself and the too tired to leave maknae to bask in each other's presence. Which meant Jungkook slinking off to his room because the movie Yoongi's watching is boring him into another dimension and he doesn't have the patience or energy to try and understand it.
Perfect.
Yoongi rises to his feet, silently padding after Jungkook until he's standing in the doorway, staring down a confused maknae.
"Yes?" He calls from his bed, eyebrows pulled together in an innocently not understanding way that contrasts so heavily from how he's been acting that Yoongi almost backs out.
Almost.
Instead, the older keeps his mouth shut, moving closer until he's at the bed, hesitating only briefly before crawling in and hovering over the bed's increasingly more concerned owner. Yoongi leans in close, pressing one arm along Jungkook's chest to hold him down while the other supports the rest of his weight. After staring for another long moment, he draws his tongue across far from chapped lips slowly before speaking.
"Are you nervous?"
Jungkook squirms under his weight.
"Well? Isn't this what you wanted?" Yoongi presses, sliding his knee up subtly between the other's legs and ghosting his lips across his ear. "You couldn't have expected to get away with all the shit you've been pulling lately, Kookie-ah. And more than that..." He nips at the soft skin between the maknae's ear and jaw. "You should've known better than to try and push me." The last words come out in a low growl and Yoongi is beyond satisfied at the soft whine it earns him, followed by hitching breath (probably once he noticed that he'd made such an embarrassing noise).
"I... I'm not nervous." Jungkook insists, though, something dangerous sparkling in his brown eyes.
"Really now? Then you shouldn't have a problem keeping quiet, right?" Yoongi rationalizes, biting back a smirk as he trails a finger along Jungkook's jawline. The younger gasps quietly, but otherwise manages to keep quiet. So far. Yoongi slides his finger further down, tracing along the tendons in his neck and swirling around his adams apple before sliding into the dip at the boy's collar bones. He keeps his touches feather-light, applying the barest hint of nails on the most sensitive parts of skin, watching intently for any kind of slip-up.
Jungkook's body twitches and jerks at certain touches, and Yoongi smirks up at him when he swallows hard, biting- dare he say- nervously, at his bottom lip.
"What's the matter, Jungkookie- can't keep quiet easily anymore?" He keeps his tone sweet in the most degrading way he can manage, drawing another breathy noise from the maknae's lips. He continues to press on, however, taking to dragging his nails up the taller boy's abdomen (having pushed his shirt up on the first go down his chest). The action earns him a quiet little "Ah-" that Jungkook valiantly tries to swallow down.
"What was that?" Yoongi sneers, hooking his fingers lightly underneath the top of Jungkook's shorts before pulling back and doing it again, moving his fingers slightly lower than the previous time with each repetition until he hears Jungkook curse under his breath.
"Cursing shouldn't suit you, baby boy."
Jungkook groans from somewhere deep in his chest and he tries to pretend like the sound wasn't dripped in lust. The combination of 'shouldn't' instead of 'doesn't' and the nickname is too much.
"Shouldn't?" He manages to keep his voice relatively level.
"It shouldn't, but I couldn't help but notice- as an observant hyung- that that word sounded nice whispered by such a pretty, innocent face." The way Yoongi says it, so sweetly but with a sarcastic undertone and that slight growling rasp- the one that makes his breath hitch and his heart stutter- has heat pooling in Jungkook's abdomen at record speed and god please don't let his hyung notice. Of course, his hyung does in fact notice and grinds his leg up a little, experimentally. Jungkook nearly chokes on his own spit trying to bite back the moan the action rips from him.
"Is my baby boy nervous?"
Jungkook grits his teeth and shakes his head before sucking in a breath (ignoring the way his lip trembles as he does so) and doing his best to snap that no, he isn't nervous but his tone comes out desperate and a little impatient and he knows he's honestly lost. However, Yoongi starts to get up then, shrugging noncommittally as he announces that he's tried his best then, and wow Jungkook sure was good at this game, but the maknae sure as hell isn't getting left with blue balls for his hyung's amusement and with a growl of his own, he tugs Yoongi back into the bed, rolling them over so he can properly straddle the older boy and take in the look of shock plastered across his face.
"You've got guts to be throwing your hyung around like this, kid," Yoongi states, hands moving to Jungkook's shirt and pulling him in closer- mere inches from his face. "But since you've been so diligently pursuing me- now that you've got me, what do you expect to do with me?" And Yoongi knows by the look in Jungkook's eyes that Jungkook had been betting on Yoongi losing his temper, which makes the slow grin that spreads across the maknae's face that much more infuriating. Now it's Jungkook's hands pushing down on Yoongi's chest, teeth and tongue sliding along sensitive skin as he whispers into Yoongi's ear.
"Don't worry hyung, your baby boy's gonna to take good care of you."
Yoongi finds the tables turned even further when his own breath hitches in his chest and he curses softly as Jungkook presses butterfly kisses all the way to Yoongi's lips before finally capturing them with his own. The kiss is burning and rough around the edges because Jungkook isn't as innocent as Yoongi thought him to be and Yoongi's tongue is already proving that it's not only filthy when he's spitting raps. The taller boy moans into the kiss, tangling his fingers into his hyung's hair and grinding his ass down into Yoongi's hips. The rapper bites down hard on Jungkook's lip in retaliation, growling in some semblance of a warning because Jungkook is getting ahead of himself- however it only seems to encourage the younger as he continues to work his hips, building up a solid pace that finds the older growing too hot too fast.
Jungkook only grins widely around a significantly higher pitched moan when he feels the growing bulge in the other's pants, self-satisfaction and a burning urge to get between the older's thighs driving him to shimmy a little lower down, tugging at Yoongi's sweatpants as he moves. Yoongi can tell he's expecting to be denied, to be told to cut it out or for the tables to be turned once more, but he's not gonna lie- there have been multiple occasions as of late where Yoongi has imagined those pretty lips wrapped around his length, cheeks hollowed and eyes filled with the same lust he sees in them now. There's no way in hell he'd pass this up.
And frankly, there weren't many ways Jungkook would allow himself to be swayed from doing it either.
The older doesn't even bat an eyelash when his pants are tugged off, though Jungkook is nearly drooling at the sight before him. He reaches a hand up to palm at Yoongi's erection through the thin fabric of his underwear, moving more confidently than he feels. The lack of sound coming from the older is starting to make him wonder if he's doing something wrong, so when he finally looks up he's relieved to see the cause- Yoongi's biting down on an already swollen lip, eyebrows furrowed, eyes clouded with something sinful and black and directed right at Jungkook and he can't hold back the moan that tumbles past his lips at the sight.
After a few moments of teasing and an increasingly more restless Yoongi, Jungkook pulls the older's underwear off- taking the opportunity to strip both Yoongi and himself of their remaining clothes- before wrapping a hand around his length and pumping slowly. He slides his thumb along the tip every third or fourth stroke, smearing the already beading pre-cum around and making the older boy buck up into his touch.
In a perfect world, designed just for Jeon Jungkook, he would sit there and watch his hyung fuck up into his hand and then replace said hand with his mouth and let Yoongi fuck his mouth until he was a shaky, moaning mess all because of his baby boy and maybe, just maybe, he'd get to cum in his mouth.
However, the real world Min Yoongi was not one to be all that vocal and Jungkook knows that he doesn't have time to try and force it out of the older before the rest of his hyungs return and ruin their fun.
So he begins to suck hickeys onto the creamy skin of his hyung's inner thigh as he pumps him faster, mouthing increasingly closer until he's licking at wherever his hand isn't touching. Yoongi's hand moves to curl into his hair, cursing loudly and making Jungkook's hips rut into the bed at the sound.
"Such a good boy, fuck," Yoongi gives a little hum that finishes off as a breathy 'ah' and it's all the encouragement Jungkook needs to take Yoongi fully into his mouth. He's tired of wasting time and even more tired of not being able to taste, feel, experience the scenario that's been plaguing his thoughts whenever he's jerked off for the past what feels like forever but has only really developed into the monstrosity it currently was the past few months. Yoongi feels better that he could've dreamed on his tongue, hot, heavy and salty and so distinctly Yoongi that he's cursing himself for not doing this sooner.
The older's grip tightens in his hair, but Jungkook is surprised at how well he manages to control his hips. To be honest, Yoongi is surprised at himself as well because every fiber in his body is screaming at him to fuck the boy's mouth raw, but the way Jungkook is taking such care in his ministrations stops him every time. It isn't until Jungkook's tongue slides along the ridge of the head one too many times that Yoongi decides he's going to cum before he even gets a chance to touch Jungkook and he forces the younger boy's mouth off of him. The maknae decides to make a show of it, however, sliding off with a hard suck and a wet pop that sends another bead of pre-cum leaking out of Yoongi's cock.
"Tell me what you want." Jungkook barely catches the words as he moves to straddle Yoongi again, pausing thoughtfully atop his thighs before leaning forwards to lick at the older's lips.
"I want you..." He pauses to give a sloppy open mouthed kiss. "I want hyung to fuck me."
"Are you sure?" And while Yoongi really doesn't have to be told twice, he wants Jungkook to make sure he's serious before proceeding.
Jungkook's answer comes in the form of arms hooking around his shoulders and rolling them over so that their positions are switched. He ruts his hips up needily, keening when their dicks brush together.
"I'm positive. Yoongi hyung, please."
How could Yoongi say no to that?
The older boy fumbles around with a hand under the mattress until he remembers that he isn't in his own room and gives Jungkook an expectant look. The younger catches on quickly and reaches for a drawer, pulling out a small bottle with a label that makes Yoongi wrinkle his nose because who the hell disguises their lube as contact solution- but Jungkook is grabbing at Yoongi's hands and sucking three fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around each digit with care and suddenly the rapper doesn't care anymore.
Jungkook lets his hand go a moment later, mentally high-fiving himself because Yoongi looks absolutely predatory and it's all because of him. Yoongi takes the extra few seconds to warm the lube up with his hands before he places a teasing finger at the boy's entrance, prodding here and there before slipping a finger in slowly.
He expects Jungkook to cringe, to frown, to do something that isn't stare expectantly like he's waiting for more until it dawns on him that holy shit he's done this before- to himself and if he wasn't painfully hard before, he sure is now. Regardless of the new realization, though, he takes his time with each finger, stretching him properly and scissoring his fingers off and on. Jungkook opens his mouth to ask what the hell Yoongi's looking for because he sure is poking around a lot but Yoongi grins to himself and curls his fingers up and Jungkook's body jerks, back arching, a high-pitched moan that sounds suspiciously like the older boy's name mixed with a few choice curse words falling from his lips.
Jungkook wonders why he never managed to be able to do that to himself, then realizes a couple seconds later that he doesn't care because Yoongi's fingers are curling again and his vision goes white.
"Hyung," The maknae whines and Yoongi knows it's him trying to respectfully imply that Yoongi hurry the fuck up. He couldn't agree more. The boy finds a packet being shoved into his hand and is immensely grateful that Jeon Jungkook thought ahead. He rolls the condom on and pumps himself a few times with a lube-slicked hand before pressing inside slowly. He peppers kisses along Jungkook's chest, face and neck as he moves in an attempt to distract a bit from the pain. The rapper doesn't move once he's fully inside, giving the boy below him a chance to adjust.
He waits a little too long, apparently, because Jungkook squirms and growls out for him to move while trying to fuck himself on Yoongi's cock from a position that certainly doesn't play to his advantage.
"Hard, hyung, I want you to make me scream."
Yoongi groans, sliding his hands along the boy's chest as he finally starts to move at a pace that makes the bed thud dully against the wall with every thrust.
"I'll do whatever you fuckin' want, baby boy." He finds himself babbling, curses and praises falling from his lips and accentuating every roll of his hips.
"Fuck me, Yoongi hyung," The phrase becomes something of a mantra, mixing and jumbling the words between short moans that match Yoongi's pace. He can feel it building, he can feel the burning radiating from what feels like everywhere because while Yoongi fucks him his hands are everywhere, they're on his throat and at his thighs and on his dick and it's too much, too good, and Jungkook almost wishes he had the stamina to draw out his orgasm because it's so perfect he doesn't want it to end.
Yoongi is hitting his prostate with every upstroke and even when the pace he's set falters- it's like the best kind of music. It's primal and filthy and raw, the sound of skin on skin mixed with sounds Jungkook never had any chance of holding in. The rapper's spitting out words like they're a lifeline, like he's on stage doing a solo rap performance, like he's trying to say everything that comes to his mind before he can stop himself because he knows it's what Jungkook wants. Yoongi has never liked being vocal, never liked the sound of his voice when it's wrecked and fucked out and desperate, but Jungkook gets louder and more desperate with each noise Yoongi makes and as long as he gets to hear that, he doesn't fucking care.
"Cum for me, Kookie. Put on a show." He demands, pumping the boy's cock faster and harder until Jungkook gives a broken moan that's everything Yoongi wants in life- he wants to put it in a mixtape and he wants to play it in his dirtiest dreams and the image of the taller boy cumming so hard what doesn't hit his stomach hits his chin is enough to send Yoongi over the edge immediately after.
He doesn't pretend to not be grossed out when Jungkook pulls him down on top of him. He doesn't hesitate to tell him that he's disgusting and that he needs to at least pull out but Jungkook won't budge, nuzzling into Yoongi's neck- which is a little too free of marks for his taste. Jungkook tells Yoongi that and promptly sucks a deep red hickey onto the offending skin.
"That's gonna be hell to cover up- you want me to be stuck in turtlenecks?"
"No, hyung. I want everybody to know what happened."
Yoongi raises an eyebrow and Jungkook continues.
"Now everyone will know that you lost after all."
That earns Jungkook a swift smack on the back of the head, but Yoongi is smiling to himself because if he got all that out of losing a silly game, then maybe he would make a habit of sucking at playing them from now on.