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The world feels like it's been a little dimmer since Monday. Generally, Jungkook isn't the type to let himself be too affected by his environment — he'd sooner be the one assessing it from a distance, rather than get caught up in all of its complexity — but ever since becoming friends with his hyungs, more and more of their moods start to siphon in. He's aware, albeit distantly, when they're sad. Feels their anger and frustration as if they were his own. There are times when it gets to be too much, and Jungkook will always take the time to step away, make sure that he can breathe and feel the ground beneath his feet. But there are times when, no matter how much the earth shifts, he feels like he has to watch.

He's not sure why he always feels like he's holding his breath, waiting for the dissolution.

Yesterday went better than expected, Jungkook thinks. To see Jimin's smile as they sat on the train, taking it to the edge of the country, where they could watch the open sea and the planes taking off into the sky. Even if Jungkook knows that he wasn't able to erase all of the shadows from Jimin's mind, there are times when lifting the burden feels like enough of a success. As long as they can get to the next day, and the next still, there will come a time when all of them will be strong enough to shrug everything off, should they need. Jungkook has to believe that.

He knows that there's a bit of a risk in being out so late three nights now in a row, and he's done his best to keep a close eye on his father whenever at home, assessing his moods. This week seems to be a peaceful one, and not knowing when that grace will end, Jungkook takes advantage of it at once. He's long since learned that things like this can be unpredictable, and the only way to ensure happiness is to grasp at it whenever it's within reach.

And he is happy, enjoying the quiet companionship in Yoongi's room, hours of piano practice behind them now. They're mostly working on homework, which isn't as hard to focus on now than it was a week ago.

As being the key word.

Jungkook figures that he's finished enough for the night — he might regret later not working ahead, but for now, everything he needs to present to his teacher the next day is more or less done, and so he slides the notebook away and drops his pen with a flourish. A few steps easily carry him to the bed, and he sits down on the edge of the mattress, holding his arms out in Yoongi's direction.

"I finished, and I'd like to claim my reward," he declares softly, tilting his head with a smile.

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Jungkook meets Yoongi's gaze directly, unable to tear his eyes away as Yoongi continues to touch him, every stroke firm and steady. Even though they've spent a few nights together, Jungkook finds that he's still overwhelmed by the intimacy, always finding something new to notice — the way the planes of muscle across Yoongi's back shift, the time it takes until his hair is plastered against his temples. The way his lips look when they're parted in concentration, soft and relaxed, still wet from a kiss. Yoongi is always beautiful, but there's something even more alluring about him in these moments, shameless and unbridled.

"God, Yoongi," Jungkook gasps, desperately wrapping a hand around Yoongi's neck to pull him closer. "Kiss me first. And — pants, off. I wanna feel you against me first. Your cock against mine."

He knows he won't be long once Yoongi's lips wrap around him; already, Jungkook can feel himself hardening at the thought, rocking his hips instinctively before realizing that doing so isn't exactly a help to his current goal. Laughing under his breath, Jungkook pushes up against an elbow, glances down between their bodies and reaches for the button of Yoongi's pants, popping it free and hurriedly pulling the zipper down.

Giving Jungkook what he wants is so easy. The kiss doesn't last as long as Yoongi would like, since in a matter of moments he's pulling away to remove his pants and underwear. He rolls onto his back to shimmy them off, trying not to let his impatience get in the way. As soon as he's undressed, he's moving back over Jungkook, leaning in to kiss him properly.

"I love it when you talk like this," he says. It is, he thinks, pretty apparent, just from how hard he is and how urgently he kisses Jungkook in answer, but it's still worth saying. He doesn't want Jungkook ever to doubt how right he's getting this, how good he makes Yoongi feel. "When you tell me what you want." He rolls his hips forward, groaning in pleasure and relief at the friction. As badly as he wants more, just feeling Jungkook against him is so good. He reaches down, wrapping a hand around both of their cocks as best he can, his hips rocking forward as he lets out a gasp. "Sounds so good."

Just knowing how wanted he is is arousing in its own right. Maybe, too, it's still the element of novelty, of getting to hear Jungkook say things he never imagined he'd hear from him in this context. He drops his head and kisses Jungkook's shoulder. "When you're so dirty just for me." The other boys might guess what they get up to, but he doesn't think they can imagine — doesn't want them to try — just how unabashedly filthy Jungkook can be. His teeth graze over soft skin, and he has to stop moving his hips. He doesn't want Jungkook to come before he can get his mouth on him.

When Jungkook feels Yoongi's erection press against his own, the words in his mind completely stutter to a stop, replaced by a deep moan in his throat. It's heady to feel just how hard Yoongi is, as hard as Jungkook's sure that he is himself — proof that their emotion goes beyond interest, beyond emotion, and deep into a raw need Jungkook isn't sure he's felt anywhere else. He whimpers when Yoongi takes them both in hand, gaze desperately dropping down between them. There's a part of him that wants to take a picture of this — wants to know what it looks like from all angles, see the way their bodies fit. And yet another part feels too selfish and possessive to let anything else in on this secret.

On the nights that are just for them.

"I want — everything," Jungkook gasps, his chest heaving and turning a reluctant look on Yoongi after the kiss, when his hips still. "Want you to jerk me off just like you do when I'm not here. Want to see your lips around my cock, feel your voice around me. Want..." Jungkook pants, another wave of warmth spreading across his cheeks as he raises a hand, gently cupping Yoongi's cheek, thumb tracing over the bone. "...to see my come on your face."

He smiles then, a breathless laugh on his lips. It's impossible to list all of what he wants, images flying into his mind one after the other with his muse in his arms. "If I'm dirty, it's only because you're so fucking hot."

"I must be pretty fucking hot then," Yoongi says, smirking as he lifts his head for another kiss, hand slowing around them. As desperately as he wants more, he wants to hold out, too, to make this last for both of them. It's not easy when Jungkook talks like this, gets him all worked up, but when he comes, he wants Jungkook to be the one who takes him there.

Littering kisses across jaw and neck, he lets go of his hold on their cocks so he can start making his way lower down Jungkook's body. "I want all of that," he says, mouthing at his collarbone again. He reaches up to take Jungkook's hand, to lower it to the bed, letting go to wrap his fingers around his wrist instead. There are so many things they want to do and try; he figures there's no time like now to get started.

"Want you to use my mouth, Gguk. Want to tie you down... but not with rope. That's too rough." He presses a kiss to his hipbone. He's tried not to think about this too much, if only because the thought occurs to him too often in inconvenient places like class, but he can't help it. It's been on his mind since Jungkook first mentioned it. "Ribbon. You'd look so pretty all wrapped up for me."

There's something dizzying about ceding control, as much as Jungkook yearns to take charge, as much as Yoongi seems willing to bend to Jungkook's every desire. Perhaps it has something to do with the way it frees so much of his mind, no longer burdened by choice. Perhaps there is also some inexplicable comfort that comes from the trust inherent in handing over every decision to Yoongi, knowing that Yoongi won't abuse it or take advantage.

Or maybe it's more of a basic desire to see the heat in Yoongi's gaze when all possibilities are laid in front of him.

Jungkook tries his best to stay still after the kiss, his hips trembling from the restraint. "So hot," he whispers, eyes falling shut as Yoongi traces down the line of his neck with kisses, over across the collarbone, drawing heat with his lips as he finally settles by Jungkook's hip. Desire twists deep in Jungkook's stomach, but with the tempo set, he knows not to rush.

Perhaps tonight, the goal is to draw everything out as long as possible.

The mention of ribbon brings a soft whimper to Jungkook's lips. He opens his eyes, craning his neck just slightly, the rest of his body still under the weight of hands against his wrists.

"Do you have any here?" he murmurs, slightly dazed with the thought. "Ribbon?"

Yoongi pauses in his descent to consider that. It's not easy to think straight right now, his mind filled with all the things he wants to do now and in the future. This, though, seems particularly important. "I might," he says. It's not impossible. He seems to remember ribbon used to tie gifts in the past, and that might still be in his closet. The idea of digging around for that right now when he could have Jungkook in his mouth instead isn't entirely appealing, but it could be worth it. Now that they're talking about it, he wants this. It's not like they couldn't do it another time, but the way Jungkook sounds at the idea of it makes Yoongi ache.

"I'm not sure where..." He glances away, scanning the room for ideas, eyes widening a moment later. "What about ties?" That should be long enough to comfortably bind Jungkook's wrists, at least, and he knows he has a couple. It won't be as pretty as ribbon, but it's at least softer than rope, and he's too aroused by the thought to get caught up in the aesthetic details.

He'll never be able to wear one again without thinking of Jungkook, but that seems like an instant improvement for any situation that requires him to wear one anyway.

With one more kiss to Jungkook's hip, he pulls away to head over to his drawers, padding across the room as quickly as he can. Being away from Jungkook — from the warmth of his body, especially on a chill night — is hard, but he makes quick work of digging a pair of ties out of his drawer, unfurling one from each hand as he approaches the bed. "Will that do?"

Either way, he makes a mental note to buy some ribbon for later.

There isn't time enough to be distraught by the sudden rush of cold left in Yoongi's wake, not when Yoongi suggests the use of ties, not when his brief departure leaves Jungkook with so much for his eyes to drink in. Jungkook tilts his head, lips parted as he unashamedly stares at Yoongi's ass, at the pale expanse of Yoongi's back before the other boy turns back around. Unconsciously, his tongue sweeps across his lips at the sight of Yoongi's cock, flushed and hard, heavy between his legs. Jungkook smooths a hand over himself, palm to erection and over to the sensitive skin off to the side of his thigh.

Wishes he could save this image for himself to return to again and again.

He blinks a second later, remembering what stole Yoongi away to begin with, ears burning as soon as his gaze drops to the pair of ties.

"Oh," he breathes, a smile immediately spreading across his face. There's a momentary thought that, should Yoongi ever wear those ties again, they'll be steeped in the memory of tonight. Jungkook can't think of anything better. His gaze flickers back up to meet Yoongi's, head swimming. "I love that."

Slowly, he lowers himself back onto the bed, arms carefully sliding to either side.

"I want you to have your way with me, Yoongi-ah."

There's a moment, as he turns around, where Yoongi hopes he's had the right idea, that Jungkook's enthusiasm for the idea means tonight is the right time to try this after all and he isn't just rushing him into something. Any doubt, though, is swept away the moment Jungkook smiles.

Anything that makes him smile like that is a good idea.

Climbing back onto the bed to kneel beside Jungkook, Yoongi runs a hand along his arm, fingers gently encircling his wrist. Just hearing that seems to set his body alight, bright and taut with desire. It's all he can do to resist stopping here and now to kiss Jungkook again. There's something so enticing about the idea of it, though it takes him a moment to put words to it. It's not that he can do whatever he wants to Jungkook; he wants his permission for everything anyway and it's not like Jungkook has exactly been saying no to anything. It's the trust. It's knowing how much faith Jungkook has in him.

"I want you so bad," he says, soft, and moves his arm a little closer to the headboard.

He's never thought to be thankful for the shape of his bed before, but the design of his headboard makes this easy enough. Tying one end to one of the poles holding it up, he wraps the other end carefully around Jungkook's wrist, creating a loose knot. "Is that okay? Tell me if it's too tight or you change your mind."

The touch against his wrists is achingly gentle, warmth against the flutter of his pulse, and Jungkook finds himself transfixed at the way Yoongi's fingers look as they hold him in place. Never in his imagination did he think that Yoongi would be rough, exactly — but neither did he picture this, never did he expect to have even rope declared too rough.

Over the years, Jungkook feels that he's been forced so many times to remain standing under the brunt of force; in moments like these, he's almost at a loss for what to do with the opposite. But perhaps it's best that way, for the difference between what he experiences here and at home to be like night and day.

"I want you more," Jungkook immediately declares, all brightness where Yoongi's light is gently diffused. With his hands held apart, only the air brushes against his skin now, an absence of friction even when Jungkook raises his hips.

He tugs experimentally against the wrapped silk, making sure that his hands won't slip free, and turns a grin back on Yoongi afterwards. His pulse pounds in his ears. "So okay," he breathes, already looking to the other wrist. "I'm not going to change my mind. Or if I do, you shouldn't — you shouldn't let me touch you until you're ready."

Carefully climbing over Jungkook, Yoongi eases to the other side of the bed, repeating the process with his other wrist. "I'm always ready for you to touch me," he says wryly. "Even when we shouldn't. Even at school. There." With both ties in place, he sits back on his heels to look at Jungkook, drinking him in, the way he strains against the fabric, testing it. The sight of dark silk against golden skin is entrancing, and Yoongi brushes his fingertips over the tie and down Jungkook's arm.

"So beautiful," he murmurs. Reaching down, he strokes himself a few times, eyes falling shut, lips parted. It's so tempting to keep going. He could sit here and get himself off with Jungkook watching, unable to do anything about it, until he comes all over his chest. He can imagine how he'd pull against the ties then, desperate to be touched, too, and it's a heady thought. Still, Yoongi holds out, unable to resist lowering himself over Jungkook again instead. Already he has half-formed plans for what he wants to do, but he starts with a kiss, hips rocking against Jungkook's as he deepens it. The friction makes him whine, aching for more still.

Already, the mention of being ready for Jungkook's touch makes it torturous that he can't simply reach out for Yoongi now, instead glancing back at either wrist, his fingers balling and releasing. He's only slightly appeased when Yoongi's hand nears, dark eyes watching as Yoongi's fingers brush against his skin, just a tease of heat down his arm before the chill of the room replaces it again.

He might be able to cope with the feather-light touch, but what immediately has Jungkook pulling at his restraints is the sight of Yoongi touching himself, pale palm against flushed skin. Jungkook lets out a soft whimper, silken ties tight against his skin as he struggles, desperate to get a closer look. Wanting to hold Yoongi close, to feel how exactly the shudder might pass through his body as he comes. He can't tell whether or not it's a boon or a curse when Yoongi closes the distance instead.

It might have been nice to watch Yoongi come to completion, to have the memory documented for the evenings they spend apart. To have the images in mind, should they ever hear one another over the phone.

The thought doesn't linger for too long though, Jungkook letting out a soft moan as Yoongi spreads his weight over Jungkook's body, rocking against his hips. "Min-ah," he murmurs between kisses, unable to keep his body fully still as he grinds up against Yoongi. "I love you."

"I love you," Yoongi echoes, ducking his head to kiss Jungkook's jaw, working his way down to his neck. "So much." The way Jungkook rubs against him, the friction it creates, leaves him whimpering in turn, desperate for more, determined to hold out. If he doesn't put a stop to it, he's going to get carried away and end things too quickly.

Easing back down the bed, he moves his hand down to Jungkook's hip to steady him, mouthing at his chest. "How do you feel?" he asks, glancing up. He wants to take his time, but he's eager to get going in earnest, to see Jungkook struggle to touch him, so he keeps moving lower. "Tied up for me. Is it good?" He's pretty sure it is, judging by Jungkook's half-dazed, wholly lascivious expression, but he wants to hear it from him. Getting him to talk about it is part of the fun.

Without waiting for an answer, he begins pressing kisses along Jungkook's inner thigh, teeth scraping gently over sensitive skin before he sucks at it, wondering if he can leave a mark here, too.

His eyes flutter shut at the sensation of teeth dragging along his jaw, followed by the soft press of lips, the occasional peek of Yoongi's tongue. It's interesting, being forced to focus on sensations anywhere but his hands. Elsewhere, his skin isn't as sensitive, can't pick up on the little details he loves so well — fine strands of hair, the heated beading of sweat. He can't focus on how Yoongi feels so much as what Yoongi does.

"It's good," he breathes with a soft chuckle and the barest hint of a shudder. "And the worst thing ever. I want to touch you so badly, Yoongi. I can see... everything. But I can't—"

Jungkook lifts his head, tugging helplessly at the ties before he falls back again. Laughter catches in his throat, fading into a groan when Yoongi pulls skin between his teeth. His erection strains, dragging against his abdomen without relief.

He shakes his head, drawing a snap of static between his hair and the pillow. "You're such a tease," he breathes.

"Mm-hmm," Yoongi says, pleased with himself and not troubling to hide it. Every sound, every shiver. just fuels him. He drags his tongue along Jungkook's thigh, lifting his head to look at him, gaze raking along the length of him before he meets his eyes. "You didn't think I was going to tie you down and then give you what you want immediately, did you?"

As far as he can tell, though, this is what Jungkook wants, something so good it's just this side of torture, to be entirely at Yoongi's mercy, made to wait on his whim. As much as Yoongi wants to make him come, he wants this, too, to draw it out and also to continue where he is, making a mark where no one but himself and Jungkook will ever be able to see it. Even if it doesn't last long, they'll know it was there. That he was here.

He misses the feeling of Jungkook's hands on him, but there will be time for that later, he figures. If anything, it might be all the better for having had to wait.

"I'd be disappointed if you did," Jungkook breathes, giving both ties another tug, causing the silk to dig in a little against his wrists. While not exactly comfortable, Jungkook can't say that he entirely dislikes it either — the way that sensation is just a touch cut off, the way his skin prickles. It makes him wonder just how much further they can take things. A blindfold, maybe. A hand pressed against his throat.

Jungkook's head lolls back as he imagines it, a tremble passing through his thighs at the heat there, searing against the contrast of the evening air.

"Yoongi-ah, please," Jungkook pleads, half for the effect and half in true desperation, gasping when his cock throbs again at a stronger pull of skin between teeth. "God, your mouth... sometimes I swear I could come from your kisses alone. Will you."

He cants his head, getting a better look at Yoongi, the curve of a grin on those lips. "Will you touch yourself? Just. If I can't, I..."

That's all the confirmation Yoongi needs to know he's doing this right — or, more pertinently, that he's doing what Jungkook wants of him. Yoongi might be the one with full use of his hands right now, but the control is shared. He'd stop whatever he's doing in an instant if Jungkook asked him to.

Instead, he says please like a prayer and Yoongi almost caves on the spot, ready to do whatever's asked of him. The request itself makes that all the easier. He still delays a little, lifting his head to admire the mark he's made, brushing his fingers gently over the dark red stain he's left behind. His hand traces over Jungkook's hip before he finally pulls back, sitting between his legs.

He thinks, briefly, that he should refuse, at least for a little while, if only to hear Jungkook beg. Even that one plea, even the thought of it, though, has him aching for some kind of relief. "You don't want me to touch you instead?" he asks. It's difficult to look at Jungkook, to see the way his cock presses against his abdomen, and not want to bend over him now, to trace every vein with his tongue, and he only has so much willpower. What little he has left goes to resisting that; there isn't enough to keep him from touching himself, too, fingers wrapping around his hard length. He bites his lip, stroking firmly, a whine in his throat. "Fuck, Jungkook."

There's too much to take in all at once, the cool brush of air against damp skin as Yoongi withdraws, the deep red flush that's already risen to the surface of the skin. Jungkook licks his lips, suddenly heady with the thought that only Yoongi can ever touch him there — only Yoongi will ever leave a mark that looks like that, clearly left from the lingering touch of lips and tongue.

But no amount of a mark can keep Jungkook's eyes from roving over to Yoongi as he starts to stroke himself, legs pale and lean, fingers long and gripped tight. He drinks in every last detail — the perfect lines of Yoongi's body, shadows cast from various angles, the contrast of skin to skin. The way his lip looks, pursed underneath the press of teeth.

"Of course I want you to touch me," Jungkook murmurs, dizzy from the sight, his vision swimming. He can feel himself leaking already; the absence of touch is almost painful. "But watching you is... everything. Fuck, Yoongi. I wanna taste you so badly."

Touching himself isn't the same, isn't as good, as having Jungkook's hands on him, but it's still good, still a relief after so much waiting. Knowing that Jungkook is watching only makes it better. Head dropping back, he takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly, shaky with desire. For a moment, he thinks how they have all night together, how he could bring himself to completion now and still be ready for Jungkook to touch him later.

So it's tempting to keep going until Jungkook says that. He's half-forgotten that he's meant to be withholding right now, driving Jungkook wild by keeping him from what he wants. It doesn't count, he decides, if that's what he wants, too.

"Fuck, yes," he breathes, nodding. "Want your mouth on me. Gguk..." His breath coming soft and shallow, he looks up at Jungkook through heavily lidded eyes, trying to determine if it's even possible for Jungkook to suck him off now at that angle. It's hard to think straight, though, and he decides that they'll just figure it out. With a soft whine, he slows and stops touching himself to crawl up the bed over Jungkook, leaning down for a kiss. "Do you think you can?"

Jungkook can't help but wonder if there's a part of Yoongi that's drawn to the performative aspect of touching himself with an eager audience. It almost feels inevitable with the way Yoongi's head tilts back, exposing the long line of his neck, his entire body on display. Perhaps, Jungkook thinks, it's similar to the slight buzz of his skin now, the way he feels so exposed, no option to even pull his arms in to guard himself. Around anyone else, it'd be terrifying.

With Yoongi, it's addictive.

For a moment, all other thoughts leave Jungkook's mind as he watches Yoongi crawl closer, palms sinking shallowly against the sheets, wrinkling them as he approaches. Yoongi is perilously close, enough that Jungkook can feel the warmth of his body, if not actual contact — only his lips find purchase as Yoongi leans in for a kiss. Jungkook's teeth drag lightly against Yoongi's lip, a futile effort to keep him close.

"I- I think I can," he says on an exhale, head swimming at the thought of sucking Yoongi off like this, tied up to the bed, hands held away. "Want to try. Want you to use my mouth."

Just the idea of it, just those words, leave Yoongi aching, desire pulling tight in his abdomen and down his spine. He's not sure he's thinking clearly at all, just letting how much he wants this guide him through figuring it out.

Easing up onto his knees, he straddles Jungkook's chest and reaches down to run a hand through his hair. Not that long ago, it had never even occurred to him that tying Jungkook up was a thing he might want to do. Now he kneels over him, taking in the sight of Jungkook under him, vulnerable and dazed and so eager, tugging thoughtlessly at his bonds, and he knows they'll be doing this again. "Still okay?" he asks, brushing his fingertips against Jungkook's wrist. Already there's a little red around the edges where his writhing has the tie chafing against his skin, but it doesn't look bad yet, not enough for them to stop, not if they don't want to.

"If it gets to be too much," he adds, then pauses, unsure how to continue. It's not like Jungkook's going to be able to talk with a mouth full of cock, but they need some kind of signal so he doesn't overwhelm him beyond what he can handle. "Tug on the ties three times, okay? Quickly, like knocking. And I'll stop." He wraps his hand around himself again, the other clinging to the headboard, as he leans forward to brush the head against Jungkook's lips, a groan slipping from his lips at the sensation.

Edited 2018-12-20 22:39 (UTC)

When Yoongi asks how Jungkook is faring, he nods instinctively. No matter how torturous the wait can get, there's no doubt in Jungkook's mind that all of this is okay. More than okay. There's so much to drink in during every second; Jungkook never wants it to stop. Until now, moments of intimacy have fallen under either extremely — some shared under the rush of excitement, passionate and at times almost frenzied, while others are slow and tender, the fire never fully stoked.

This feels different — fire under his skin, a storm in his veins, all while everything remains just slightly out of reach. It's a different kind of desire, an ache that drives deep into his spine.

Three tugs, he reminds himself, relaxing both hands for emphasis. Glances up to meet Yoongi's gaze where he's stood above, and shifting higher on the mattress to give Yoongi easier access. His lips part readily when he feels the brush of Yoongi's cock, tongue instinctively swiping out to taste, a soft moan slipping unbidden.

Energy suddenly renewed, Jungkook leans forward to take more of Yoongi's cock between his lips, pushing himself forward until he can feel a tickle of hair against his nose. Even having only been denied for a couple minutes at most, the sudden contact creates a rush; Jungkook keeps his lips tightly shut, tongue pressed up against veins and working his best to make things tight. Not once does he look away from Yoongi's eyes.

They all joke about Jungkook being a fast learner, but Yoongi is pretty sure this is his favorite of all the skills Jungkook has picked up along the way, or at least tied for first with piano. His mouth is so tight and hot around him and he takes him so deep, and all Yoongi can do is grip the headboard, watching first the way his cock disappears between slick lips and then Jungkook's eyes. After so much waiting, it's such a fucking relief to feel anything at all around him, let alone this.

The way Jungkook watches him, too, is so heady and, at the same time, a relief in its own right. If anything goes wrong, he thinks he'll be able to see it in his gaze even without any signals. It makes this feel safer, makes him feel comfortable enough to experiment. One hand dropping down to the back of Jungkook's head to help support him, he rolls his hips, slow and careful, groaning at the way Jungkook sinks down around him. "Fuck, you feel so good," he murmurs. "You're so good at this."

It takes a moment before Yoongi moves — an extended period where their gazes meet, and in that moment Jungkook swears that there are words shared, even in the midst of silence. He relaxes with the feel of fingers threading through his hair, supporting him as Yoongi rolls his hips, cock sliding forward and back against Jungkook's lips. The movement spurs Jungkook to move his tongue, lapping and sucking as well as he can, the tip of his tongue tracing along the swell of the head. His own body aches for want of touch, and Jungkook moans as his own hips buck slightly, tailbone clumsily sliding against the mattress. Fingers close into fists; wrists gently pull against their restraints.

Jungkook isn't sure which he clings to more desperately — the compliment or the heavy weight against his tongue. Either way, he breathes in deep, chest heaving as he pushes down over Yoongi's erection, tears welling in his eyes as he feels the tip hit the back of his throat. He pulls one thumb in under his fingers, fighting off any impulse to gag, instead letting a growl reverberate deep in his throat.

He's not sure how easily he can get Yoongi to come, but he certainly wants to try.

Yoongi exhales sharply, grip on the headboard tightening so he won't pull Jungkook's hair instead. Tempting though it is to tug, he wants to give him room to move if he needs to, to pull back some if it gets to be too much. Judging by Jungkook's reaction, though, he's not sure that's going to be a problem. There are tears in his eyes, but if anything, he looks like he's enjoying this almost as much as Yoongi is. It makes him feel better about pushing him a little more, hips rocking as he tries to find a rhythm and the right depth, a desperate moan pulled from his throat as Jungkook takes him deeper.

"So good," he whimpers. "Fuck, Gguk, you're so beautiful. So hot." He can feel every noise, every swallow, lost in the sensations and the sight as Jungkook sucks at him. He lets go of the headboard, reaching down to wipe a tear from Jungkook's cheek, thumb running gently over flushed skin. With the perfect wet suction of his mouth and the way Jungkook sounds right now, he's not sure how long he's going to make it, but he intends to enjoy every last second of it. "Is it good? You like that?"

He's pretty sure of the answer, but he likes the noises Jungkook makes and the enthusiasm with which he responds. There's something utterly intoxicating about this, the juxtaposition of control and vulnerability, of having Jungkook at his mercy and knowing he's loving every moment. With Jungkook gazing up at him like this, even through the haze of pleasure, it's hard to feel anything but loved and more wanted than he's ever been in his life.

Jungkook whines around Yoongi's cock by way of response, not daring to pull back, not wanting to interrupt the slight keen that he hears in Yoongi's voice. Everything is heady, from the deep taste of Yoongi on his tongue to the hands wrapped tight around the headboard. His shoulders are already aching; he'll probably need to stretch him out first, the next time they try this. Because, if their enthusiasm serves as any indication, there will be a next time.

When the pad of Yoongi's thumb brushes against his cheek, Jungkook's eyes slide to a close, enjoying a touch just slightly warmer than his own skin. Without sight to distract him, he takes his time sucking at Yoongi's cock, making sure to lean in whenever he feels the tilt of Yoongi's hips. He whines at the questions — of course he likes this, how could he not — and tries to imagine how Yoongi's ass might feel now, whether or not his thighs are trembling at all, the usual tells that have Jungkook working with renewed energy.

Without touch to guide him, Jungkook can only open his eyes again, staring under wet lashes and taking Yoongi in deep again, swallowing around him, a soft rumble in his throat. Just watching the way Yoongi's lips part, rosy and still swollen from earlier kisses.

He's so beautiful, gaze both distant and penetrating, lost in the thick of desire.

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