Hearing Yoongi describe Jungkook as being made for him nearly brings Jungkook to the point of tears again. He's sure that some people might consider it reductive for Jungkook to be so eager to consider himself shaped around another person, but to Jungkook, there could be nothing greater than to have been made to love someone, to be the perfect counterpart to someone he's lucky enough to spend the majority of his life with. "Made for you," Jungkook breathes in acknowledgement, voice slightly broken as he hangs onto Yoongi like his life depends on it.
Maybe in some ways, it does.
Even with Yoongi's prompting, it takes Jungkook a moment to realize how he's fallen back on habits, biting down on his cheek to try and contain any noise that might give them away. Finding time for intimacy hasn't been all that difficult — they're both far too determined to let curfews and guardians hold them back — but it's always been stolen time, stolen space, a vague sense of getting away with something that wouldn't be welcome if they were to be discovered. Here, Jungkook remembers that there isn't a single soul who would bother to stop them. Here, the space is designed specifically for people like them, lovers seeking refuge and escape.
So he lets himself go. Sometimes his whimpers are quiet and overwhelmed, and sometimes he can't hold himself back from a cry when Yoongi hits just the right spot, their bodies in sync, no space left between them at all. "Feels so good, love it when you fuck me, your hands on me, ah—" Jungkook gasps, maintaining eye contact with Yoongi as he tilts his head just so, pushing his neck against Yoongi's hand, ceding control. Yoongi is the very air Jungkook breathes. "Close, I'm close."
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Maybe in some ways, it does.
Even with Yoongi's prompting, it takes Jungkook a moment to realize how he's fallen back on habits, biting down on his cheek to try and contain any noise that might give them away. Finding time for intimacy hasn't been all that difficult — they're both far too determined to let curfews and guardians hold them back — but it's always been stolen time, stolen space, a vague sense of getting away with something that wouldn't be welcome if they were to be discovered. Here, Jungkook remembers that there isn't a single soul who would bother to stop them. Here, the space is designed specifically for people like them, lovers seeking refuge and escape.
So he lets himself go. Sometimes his whimpers are quiet and overwhelmed, and sometimes he can't hold himself back from a cry when Yoongi hits just the right spot, their bodies in sync, no space left between them at all. "Feels so good, love it when you fuck me, your hands on me, ah—" Jungkook gasps, maintaining eye contact with Yoongi as he tilts his head just so, pushing his neck against Yoongi's hand, ceding control. Yoongi is the very air Jungkook breathes. "Close, I'm close."