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"I don't watch that stuff anymore," Jungkook protests, though he has to admit that sometimes he's tempted to, if it's been too long since the both of them have been physically together in the evening. Sometimes it's nice to search for someone who's build is like Yoongi's, see him from angles that Jungkook couldn't manage himself without a fair number of mirrors in the room. He squeezes a hand over Yoongi's own, keeping him anchored in place. "...though if you're up for watching it together? I remember lots of them being pretty funny. Just really hard to take seriously until it gets, y'know."

Jungkook stares determinedly ahead when Yoongi makes mention of punishment, the tips of his ears going red as he pictures the scene. "What kind of punishment were you thinking?" he asks in an undertone. "Is it still punishment if it doesn't act as a deterrent?"

Watching the way Jungkook flushes is, Yoongi thinks, so appealing, it makes it tempting to lean further into the topic at hand, just to see what he'll do — how he colors red, how his eyes widen, his breath catching before he questions Yoongi. If he wasn't taking it seriously a moment ago, it's much harder not to do so now.

"Well," he says slowly, considering that. "We don't know it won't deter you if we don't try." He's less certain of what they would try. It's not exactly an area in which he has any kind of expertise, and obviously just tying Jungkook up doesn't count as a punishment — even of the kind they'd both get off on. "And I'm not sure. I have to think about it." He considers Jungkook's suggestion. "When you watched, what did you — you know. What did you like?"

It's probably not a conversation they should be having here, the aquarium not far ahead and children running around, but they're being quiet and he has to admit he's intrigued.

Jungkook still can't quite meet Yoongi's gaze, and he's not sure why. Maybe it's because there are too many people around for him to feel like he can afford to without giving too much away. Maybe it's because there are still certain kinks he has that he hasn't exactly discussed with Yoongi, months into their relationship, because he's always been perfectly happy with what they've had and the thought never really strikes him to talk about much more. He chews briefly at his lip now, cheeks flushing to match his ears, and he blinks a couple of times as he glances determinedly off to the side.

"Usually I just liked... I don't know, the sappy, amateur stuff," Jungkook mutters, scratching at his head. "The ones that looked like they were just couples who — couples who loved each other and just wanted to try something more daring. Straight couples or guys didn't matter as much, um. Bondage when it's like — sometimes they use multiple ropes and the patterns are just really — it's nice, like there's lots of designs and stuff. Uh."

His voice lowers to a whisper as Jungkook nearly cringes. "I kinda liked breathplay too?"

It is, Yoongi realizes a touch too late, probably a question he should have saved for later. There's no reason sex has to be something solemn, but it's still serious. At least, even when they're playful about it, he takes it seriously. He just wants to make sure they're both comfortable with what they do. Talking about it like this makes it hard to gauge if that's the case.

Squeezing Jungkook's hand, he steps off to the side, turning so he can look at him, even if Jungkook isn't returning his gaze. "Breathplay?" he echoes, keeping his voice low. "Like... controlling how someone breathes?" He's watched his share of porn, but that's not something he's really explored. It sounds dangerous, frankly, and he's not sure how to approach that — which, he thinks, just means he's going to have to do some research. The last thing he wants to do is take anything too far and hurt Jungkook, but there's little he'd be opposed to at least trying if it made Jungkook happy. "I can learn. That. And ropes. If that's something you want to try."

Jungkook easily follows along, though his gaze still wanders, occasionally crossing with Yoongi's own before darting towards the ground. He's never talked to anyone about the things he tends to watch — and even if Yoongi would be the most obvious person to share such information with, it's still a little nerve-wracking to bring up, not knowing if anything would be a turn-off. Too much to wrap his head around.

"Yeah, kinda," Jungkook murmurs, chewing at his lower lip. "I don't — it doesn't have to be one of those extreme examples or anything, but it's... something about the way that the hands look on the neck, and I've read stuff about how good it can feel, and, I don't know. I guess it's just like. You've really got to have a lot of trust in the other person, and I like that part of it?"

With a nervous laugh, Jungkook reaches for both of Yoongi's hands, giving them a slight squeeze. "We definitely don't have to do that stuff though, if you think it's weird. I mean, it probably is weird. I don't know if I'd actually like it if I tried."

Yoongi stands and listens, letting Jungkook get his thoughts out, giving himself a chance to turn it over in his head. He doesn't completely understand it, but he can see the appeal of trusting someone that much, of being that trusted. It's not like Yoongi doesn't know Jungkook has that faith in him, but it's still touching to hear.

"I love that you trust me that much," he says, quietly earnest. "I do. And I... I don't know if I get it. I mean, I get... the trust part and... the control part, too, so I guess I kind of get it." It's his turn to flush as he talks. They've played around a lot with those things over the last few months, but he's never really voiced how much he likes taking the reins sometimes. He doesn't need it every time they're together, but there are days when he just likes feeling in control and knowing that, if nothing else, he can make Jungkook feel good. This, he thinks, is part of that. If he wants to be in charge, he also has to be ready to help walk Jungkook through things like this. They're a team, a partnership. He wants to get that right.

Pulling one hand free of Jungkook's, he lifts it to gently cup his cheek. "And maybe you wouldn't like it, but you won't know unless we try, right?" So he'll do his research and he'll do what he can to bring those fantasies to life. "So let's try it."

It's a little overwhelming, but from the moment Yoongi's hand settles on Jungkook's cheek, he can't tear his gaze away. All of their relationship really centers around that concept of trust, Jungkook thinks. That ability to lay everything bare in front of Yoongi and to know that he'll never use that knowledge against Jungkook, never use it to hurt him, never use it to manipulate or coerce Jungkook in any fashion. Jungkook knows Yoongi well enough to understand that the elder doesn't always seek out opportunities for new experiences, doesn't always think beyond what he already knows and loves — and the fact that he seems eager to do so now, simply because Jungkook is curious, leaves Jungkook feeling like he might be the luckiest person in the world.

The luckiest that he knows, at the very least.

"Min-ah," Jungkook says softly, smiling, feeling his cheek press against the warmth of Yoongi's palm. "I really wish I could kiss you right now."

His eyes roam over Yoongi's expression, brushing over the soft flush of Yoongi's cheeks. Control, Jungkook reminds himself. Yoongi had mentioned enjoying the sense of control, and god, Jungkook wants nothing more than to cede it, the two of them halves that fit together seamlessly.

"Really," he adds, nodding in the direction of the aquarium entrance. "There'd better be an empty stall in the bathrooms."

Yoongi returns his smile, relief sweeping over him. He didn't want to push too much out here in public, but he didn't want to leave that conversation hanging either. It wouldn't have been fair to Jungkook to let him mention something he was clearly uncertain about and not see it through. He looks so much more relaxed now, his expression softer and less nervous, and Yoongi feels like he's done something right.

Besides, what's the worst that comes of it? They'll be careful and, if they find they don't like it, they don't have to do it again.

He shakes his head, chancing a half step closer to Jungkook. "If anyone can't already see I'm in love with you," he murmurs, "they're blind." Standing like this, holding hands, caressing Jungkook's cheek, he knows they're doing a terrible job of hiding their relationship, but he doesn't care. Jungkook's comfort comes first. Stepping back again, he tugs gently at Jungkook's hand, steering him back onto the path. "But I agree, there'd better be." He glances over at Jungkook, mischief darting across his expression, sweet smile tugging into a smirk. "You're going to need a safeword."

"Lots of blind people in the world," Jungkook murmurs, glancing around with a small smile, trying to see if anyone is staring in their direction. It seems, for the most part, that everyone's involved in their own affairs, many of them wrangling children, others clearly glancing around in the way that tourists do. There's no obvious lingering glares, and it helps to set Jungkook more at ease, even if not enough yet to kiss Yoongi out in the open so close to a family-friendly attraction.

Just enough for him to wrap his arm tightly around Yoongi's own, keeping in step with him as they meander towards the aquarium's entrance.

Stumbling a little when Yoongi ventures to his next thought.

"Ah?" Jungkook stammers, face flooding over with color. A safeword — yes. Of course. It's probably something that he should have thought about before now, if Jungkook's honest, with how many restrictions in the bedroom the both of them have already played around with. Even if Jungkook's never seen the need before, if they plan on being discreet, if they plan on roleplaying, all of these are situations that demand a safety net to catch them both. "...have you been thinking about — do you have any suggestions?"

Yoongi grins, shaking his head. "I mostly said it to make you blush," he teases. It is something they should think about probably — maybe should have done so before now, for that matter, but Yoongi hasn't really felt the need for it. No is sufficient, if rarely uttered. But if they're going to try new things, they should be prepared.

Still, Jungkook is adorable like this, flustered, cheeks gone pink and eyes wide. "But it seems like a good idea, right? If we're gonna..." He shrugs. It won't do much good if he's restricting Jungkook's breathing, a thought that makes him a little nervous, but it might be useful in other situations, especially if they try roleplaying. Besides, it's better to be ready and never use the safeword than to need one and not have it. None of that seems like a good idea to mention aloud as he steers them toward the ticket window. The line is short and he lets go of Jungkook's arm to dig out his wallet. "You know. Something you wouldn't usually say."

"You're mean," Jungkook complains, whacking Yoongi's arm with his free hand. Predictably, Yoongi's mention of Jungkook's blushing only makes his face flush deeper, embarrassed at how easily he's cracked — especially considering how Jungkook's often the one to bring up such topics unannounced. The least he could do is prepare for them to be fired back in his direction.

Taking a small breath, Jungkook shifts his hand once Yoongi lets go, bringing it up to rest by the small of Yoongi's back. He stares briefly at the glass that separates them from the ticket vendor, wondering if the microphone is two-way and able to pick up on their hushed conversation.

"It does seem like a good idea," Jungkook mumbles with a nod. "Probably should've come up with one already. Never felt like I really needed to, I guess. Hm. What's something I wouldn't usually say though? Something about school?"

Yoongi has to bite back a laugh as he steps forward, ordering two tickets for admission. Thanking the vendor, he ushers Jungkook away from the line. It's only fair, he figures. Jungkook has made him blush often enough as it is.

"Well, it's not like we've done anything where we'd really need one, right?" Yoongi asks. "All you'd have to do is say no." It's not like he'd push if Jungkook wasn't in the mood for some reason, and they both know it. Yoongi's tried to be as respectful as he can of Jungkook's needs and desires. Sex shouldn't be something where either of them are uncomfortable with what they're doing. Even breathplay — Yoongi may not be entirely sure he understands the appeal, but it doesn't bother him. He might even find he likes it. But that's something where this definitely becomes necessary. "Something about school could work, though. Or 'Chopin sucks.'"

"Because you're trustworthy," Jungkook points out, the both of them holding out their tickets to the workers at the entrance, vision slowly adjusting to the darker shadows inside the building. "And you can read my tone of voice." Jungkook has to wonder how common it really is for real couples to come up with a safeword — if there really are situations where one partner can't read the other's voice well enough to know to stop. It's hard to imagine Yoongi ever overstepping his boundaries with Jungkook, doubly so when he's always been so careful to check in when they're together, making sure Jungkook's comfortable before venturing into anything new.

Jungkook glances around, searching for the nearest bathrooms and taking Yoongi's hand once more, heading in their general direction.

"I am not going to besmirch Chopin for this," he warns pointedly. "Would much rather cite algebra and cope with the risk of getting random hard-ons during math class."

It's not like it's a surprise to hear himself described that way, if only because Yoongi knows Jungkook wouldn't want him to do some of the things he wants if he couldn't trust him. For that matter, he doubts he'd want to have sex at all. Trust is necessary for these things, he thinks, at least for him and, he's sure, Jungkook. They're not the kind of people who could happily have one night stands. Sex is too much about intimacy, about love.

He grins as he lets Jungkook lead him along. "Like you don't already," he teases. He knows for a fact that some of his texts have been responsible for that, after all. Not that he can really talk. "I mean, that would work, right? Algebra. Or... polynomial, I don't know." Thinking about math when Jungkook is taking him somewhere they can finally kiss isn't easy. Besides, he hasn't taken algebra in a while.

"Algebra works," Jungkook muses, his voice a little more distant now for the attention that he's paying to their surroundings, strategically letting go of Yoongi's hand before they step into the bathroom. It's busy, as perhaps is to be expected for the weekend, but it's also large — two full rows of stalls beyond the urinals, with most people weaving in and out of the closer row.

Jungkook briefly glances over his shoulder, meeting Yoongi's gaze for a second and biting down on his lower lip, chewing it as he heads for the second row of stalls. A couple of fathers are chasing around after their young sons, and it makes for enough distraction that Jungkook doesn't think anyone will notice when he neglects to lock the door behind him, heading into one of the last stalls down the line.

Thankfully, everything seems fairly clean.

Yoongi lingers for a moment in front of a sink, expression fading into one of practiced disinterest before he ducks around a toddler who is, at least, attempting to run, even if it comes out more like a waddle. It's only a matter of seconds, really, and then he's heading down the row of stalls until he reaches Jungkook's. At least at school, they rarely have to deal with this, the bathrooms usually empty during class, but harried parents are less likely to be nosy or pay attention to how many shoes are visible beneath the door.

Besides, he can't pretend there isn't something he finds exciting about sneaking off right under everyone's noses.

Shutting and locking the door behind him, he reaches immediately for Jungkook, pulling him into a kiss. His hands frame Jungkook's face before one slips back into his hair. On one hand, he hates all the waiting they have to do when they go out around other people. On the other, it makes moments like this all the more satisfying.

It's a little bit different than what they've experienced at school — a lot more ambient noise around them, footsteps venturing to and fro. Perhaps Jungkook should feel nervous about all the people roaming around them, but somehow the noise seems to set him at ease; he doesn't hesitate as he lets Yoongi pull him closer, a quick sigh on his lips before they meet Yoongi's in a kiss. It can't have been more than several minutes since their last, out in the chilly waves of the ocean, and yet it feels like it's already been an age too long. Jungkook loops an arm around the small of Yoongi's back, weaves the fingers of his opposite hand through his hair, closing around the strands and giving a slight tug.

You're cute, he mouths silently when they pull back for air, arching a brow mischievously before nudging Yoongi against one of the side walls, letting it brace their weight as he rolls his hips against his boyfriend.

Part of him knows that they should make the most of their time in the aquarium.

Part of him is curious to see how much they can get away with, one hand already slipping underneath the hem of Yoongi's shirt, skimming over bare skin.

Yoongi nearly laughs, nearly groans, small noises stifled against Jungkook's lips. He probably shouldn't make digs at Jungkook's ability to stay quiet, he thinks absently. He's the one who can barely hold in the sounds that rise so instinctively. When Jungkook presses against him like that, the friction sending a shudder through him, it takes a considerable amount of Yoongi's willpower to swallow a shaky gasp.

Maybe he doesn't need to worry too much with how many other people are around, not paying attention to anything but themselves, any noise Yoongi makes disappearing under the sound of footsteps and water running and kids babbling away. Still, trying to keep quiet is part of the fun.

Hands sliding down, he pulls Jungkook's hips against his own, rocking back against him. The wall is cool against his back, mercifully sturdy, as Yoongi hooks his fingers in Jungkook's waistband. This isn't what they came here for, but he doesn't care. They'll have time to look at fish and pet sting rays later. Right now, he just wants to let himself get entirely wrapped up in his boyfriend.

Jungkook's breath catches when Yoongi tugs on his waistband, pulling their bodies closer together, hips rocking up against Jungkook's body. Had they a little more privacy, Jungkook knows that he'd be caving already, giving way to moans and soft whines; here, the constant sound of movement around them forces Jungkook to be more conscious of the sounds he makes, allowing himself little more than the harsh breaths against the shell of Yoongi's ear.

With a deep breath, Jungkook tugs on Yoongi's hair again, gently guiding him to expose his neck, where Jungkook starts to pepper with soft, searching kisses, lined up against his pulse point. "Min-ah," he whispers, stifling a groan as he rocks his hips against Yoongi's again. He should really slow down, really make sure that they're both ready and willing before they stumble too far to hide evidence of their interest. Only the reminder of how careful Yoongi always is forces Jungkook to pull back, briefly resting his forehead against Yoongi's.

"I kinda want to suck you off," Jungkook admits in an undertone. "Too much?"

It's probably not smart, and Yoongi knows that, vaguely aware that they could get into real trouble if they're not careful. The last thing they need is to get caught in the act. Still, he finds himself shaking his head. "Not too much," he says, hushed. He's going to have to do better at keeping quiet to get through this, but he doesn't care. It's worth the risk.

Or, really, the risk is part of the appeal. He doesn't think they're in any real danger, this end of the restroom quiet and little used, and there's something exciting about the sense of getting away with something they shouldn't be doing, a thrill in the transgressive. He's felt it before when they sneak off at school, but this is something else entirely. They probably shouldn't linger too long, but they have time, no one waiting for their return. Leaning forward, he chases another kiss, heart racing, hoping it's enough to communicate how much he wants this, though he doesn't dare try to speak.

Yoongi's permission is enough for Jungkook to smile, wide and bright — almost enough to interrupt the kiss the Yoongi presses to his lips. Instinctively, Jungkook's hand shifts to cradle around the back of Yoongi's neck, fingertips briefly massaging against his hairline before Jungkook draws his palms down against Yoongi's chest, along his sides, until he's able to hook his thumbs underneath Yoongi's waistband.

They've never given themselves permission to be quite as bold as this, to go any further than a kiss when they're able to hear people milling about around them. The excitement is enough to spur Jungkook on, nerves mingling with desire as he tilts his head and leans in to lightly scrape teeth against Yoongi's neck, fingers fumbling with the button of Yoongi's jeans and carefully nudging the fabric down to rest by his thighs. Jungkook takes Yoongi's length gently in hand, cradling the warmth as he laves his tongue over Yoongi's skin.

Want you, Jungkook mouths against Yoongi's skin, hand squeezing from base to tip as he starts to lower himself closer to the floor, sparing a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure no one's looking. The gap underneath the stall walls is thankfully low, not much to be seen unless one purposefully leans down to try. Both of the adjacent stalls look empty, freeing Jungkook to glance back up, tracing his gaze over the veins along Yoongi's cock.

He leans in, pressing a kiss against the soft skin.

How it's possible for Jungkook to be both hot and soothing at the same time, Yoongi isn't sure, but he finds comfort in it all the same. Likewise, the prospect of having his cock sucked in public is at once nervewracking and powerfully arousing, though the latter wins out as Jungkook sinks to his knees. No one's going to go around looking under the doors of closed stalls and people are busy with their own lives; no one cares what anyone else is up to, even if they could hear anything beneath running water and the hum of hand dryers. Besides, it's hard to overthink things when Jungkook touches him. Everything seems so much simpler at a time like this. Maybe that's foolish, maybe he should be more worried, but how is he supposed to care? Jungkook kneels in front of him, kisses him, and Yoongi can feel the way he responds as much as he can see it, already half hard in Jungkook's hand.

He's wanted to do this so many times before, never much caring which of them was doing what, the prospect of sucking Jungkook off as exciting as this is. It just isn't feasible at school, with too little time available before their teachers start to wonder why they're taking so long, and classmates pay closer attention than strangers do. In those cases, logic and nerves always won out over desire. Here, though, there's nothing to hold them back.

Reaching out, Yoongi runs his fingers gently through Jungkook's hair, mouthing I love you. Gazing down, he swallows hard, willing himself to breathe quiet and even. Even so, the soft press of lips, warm and sweet against his length, leaves his breath catching in his throat.

Love you, Jungkook mouths in return, though he's not sure how well Yoongi can see with his lips partially pressed against Yoongi's cock, potentially obscured from view. It isn't uncommon for Yoongi to already be hard by the time they veer towards physical intimacy, but perhaps the nerves and the proximity to the public keeps the excitement slowly at bay. On Jungkook's part, he isn't straining against his jeans yet, ears perked instead for any hint of sounds they should be afraid of, the approach of anyone who might catch them in the act. But some of that nervous tension buzzing in his ears starts to fade away the moment he finally has Yoongi in his mouth, tongue easily tracing around the base of the head, eager to bring Yoongi's erection to fullness.

Not being able to make a sound creates an interesting dynamic. They've been quiet before, of course — on the rarer occasions when Yoongi's spent the night at Jungkook's, it's practically a necessity, between Jungkook's mother's propensity to check up on her son on occasion and his stepbrother's much less generous reasons for stopping by. But intimacy in the privacy of their rooms has always felt like something they should be entitled to — that a better, less judgmental world would give them. This is different, and Jungkook can't help but wonder if he'll look back on this in a decade with a roll of his eyes, marveling at the liberties they're taking now.

But isn't being young the time to make such mistakes?

Jungkook's hand wraps gently around the base of Yoongi's cock, applying slight pressure, fingertips gentle against skin. His gaze flickers up, lingering around Yoongi's mouth, around the slight purse of the corners. How Yoongi always manages to look so beautiful, even in the unflattering light of a public bathroom, Jungkook doesn't know. But it feels appropriate to be down on his knees now, almost as though in worship.

Yoongi draws in a sharp breath, head tipping back against the wall, nerves starting to ease as Jungkook takes him in his mouth. The sound of people milling about is distracting, but worries fall away with that familiar heat. He reaches out to run his fingers through Jungkook's hair, gentle, not wanting to pull or hurry him or do anything that might provoke a noise. It's one thing to be quiet at home. If he thinks about it, the stakes are higher there, where discovery could result in their being kicked out of their homes, but it seems both easier to manage in the comfort of their beds and more annoying that they should have to. Here, knowing the risks, the need for silence just adds to the excitement.

It isn't easy, Yoongi's breath growing shallow as his cock hardens and he does his best to hold his hips absolutely still, no matter how badly he wants more. Right now, how they proceed is really up to Jungkook. Gazing down at him, looking into his eyes, steadies Yoongi, but he still doesn't dare say a word or make a sound. It's only been a matter of months since they started messing around, but Jungkook is, Yoongi's pretty sure, preternaturally skilled at giving head, perhaps because he genuinely loves doing it. Or maybe it's just that, having only been with each other, they've learned exactly what the other likes, their skill at it honed to meet one person's desires. Fingers stroking through Jungkook's hair, he watches, enthralled, need beginning to overcome any lingering trepidation.

The sensation of Yoongi growing harder and heavier against Jungkook's tongue is intoxicating, and Jungkook has to remind himself to stay quiet, their surroundings too sensitive for the slip of a moan. Instead, his fingers grip around the bulk of Yoongi's thigh, blunt fingernails digging against skin as Jungkook starts to bob his head forward, breath labored as he chases after the tremble of Yoongi's body that he knows so well. Briefly, his eyes close, focused on dragging his tongue from side to side, on pressing Yoongi's cock tight against the roof of his mouth — every possible effort made to keep the sensation tight, to make things feel as good as they can for Yoongi.

Giving pleasure has always been just as important to Jungkook as receiving it, if not more so — one of the many ways that his relationship with Yoongi has always been fully reciprocal. There's no question that both of them revel in making the other feel that heightened pleasure. When Yoongi takes control, it's never in an effort to take and take, never greedily seeking out his own climax — instead, Jungkook always finds himself taken by the amount of devotion that he can see in Yoongi's gaze.

That both of them want nothing more than each other's happiness makes even the most shallow exchanges of intimacy all the more tender. Jungkook's fingers splay over the jut of Yoongi's hipbone, then wrap around the curve of his ass, nudging. Encouraging Yoongi to move, to take, imploring with the quick glance Jungkook makes up to meet Yoongi's eyes.

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