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"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.

At first, it feels a little selfish, Yoongi finds, knowing that they probably can't safely linger long enough for him to return the favor. As badly as he wants to get down on his knees for Jungkook in turn, knowing how arousing it is just to give pleasure, he's not sure they can risk it, and he doesn't like not being able to make Jungkook feel good, too.

It's hard, though, to worry over that for long when Jungkook's lips seal tight around him, his tongue working over sensitive skin, and Yoongi's breath catches, teeth sinking into his lower lip to stifle any sound he might make. And when he can feel Jungkook urging him on, when he can see that look in his eyes, the worry slips away. They'll have time later for him to make it up to Jungkook if they can't now. Right in this moment, he knows, Jungkook is enjoying this almost as much as he is. His fingers curling tighter in Jungkook's hair, he rocks his hips — tentative at first, testing, and then more sure, faster, his head dropping back against the wall again. The sounds of people coming and going don't fade away altogether, but they hardly matter. Jungkook's mouth feels so fucking good around him, so warm and tight, and maybe what's exciting isn't just the presence of others in and of itself. Maybe it's this feeling of invulnerability, like they could get away with anything. They could get caught at any moment, but they won't be. The sense of safety is as thrilling as the danger.

Still, if anyone gets too close, he'd be surprised if they couldn't hear the way he's panting now, his free hand skating up to press against his own throat, as if he might be able to will himself into silence with a little pressure. Whatever uncertainties he might have had about this exercise are gone, replaced with desperation for more. He thrusts into Jungkook's mouth again and again, a small whimper escaping him as he gets closer.

Jungkook's eyes flutter at the tug of Yoongi's hand in his hair, the sharp pull of strands sending a shiver down his spine. Yoongi tips over the edge slowly at first, then all at once, giving way to pleasure as he starts to thrust into Jungkook's mouth. The slight loss of control takes some time to adjust to at first, Jungkook's eyes tearing up at the sudden stretch against the back of his throat, but even that creates a heady feeling all on its own, the rush of contentment upon knowing that he can offer Yoongi this much — a warm, tight heat that triggers a slight tremble in Yoongi's thighs, muscles tightening as he draws closer to climax.

Once he has a better sense of the rhythm, Jungkook starts to move to meet Yoongi's pace, sucking and pressing the flat of his tongue up against Yoongi's cock. They need to keep quiet, but Jungkook still does his best to let out the softest of hums, a vibration towards the back of his throat as his hands shift to wrap around either side of Yoongi's ass, squeezing and encouraging. With deep breaths, Jungkook takes in Yoongi's scent, deep and subtle and so much like the nights they spend together tangled up in sheets. This moment is unique, unlike any they've had before, and yet the familiarity remains there, tempering Jungkook's nerves and leaving him at ease.

His fingers dig against Yoongi's skin, breath growing harried as he feels Yoongi start to lose the precise pace, as the edge of Yoongi's voice suggests that he's close. With some effort, Jungkook strains to look up, catching whatever glimpse of Yoongi's expression that he can.

As he edges closer, Yoongi drops his head, gazing down at Jungkook, stunning as ever. It's heady and surreal, standing here like this, far from home and in a precarious position, yet still feeling so comfortable, so good. Jungkook always seems to know exactly what Yoongi wants and needs, the vibration around his cock drawing him closer still to his finish. Close, he mouths, hoping Jungkook will understand. They know each other's bodies well enough at this point that the other boy can probably tell anyway.

"Fuck," he hisses, eyes closing tight, teeth digging into his lower lip for a moment before his mouth falls open again. It takes all his will to keep silent as he comes, hips stuttering, fingers tightening, his knees threatening to give out as pleasure washes over him. For a few moments, in spite of his trying to keep quiet, no one else seems to matter or even exist, nothing beyond the two of them. His fingers trace lower to brush against Jungkook's cheek as he looks down again. He always finds moments like these bring a burst of affection, of love, and all he wants now is sink down to his knees and kiss Jungkook, to hold him close. A setting like this shouldn't be romantic at all, but he finds himself moved anyway, as he always is by how fervently Jungkook wants to make him feel good.

For all that this moment demands silence, Jungkook finds himself transfixed by the light hiss that passes between Yoongi's teeth, bracing himself for the sudden spread of warmth at the back of his throat, swallowing carefully around Yoongi's cock. There's something heady about seeing Yoongi lose himself in orgasm, control ceded as his hips buck, his fingers grip at Jungkook's hair, body stiffening as he lets wave after wave of pleasure course over him. Jungkook's distraction makes it so that he doesn't quite catch everything in his mouth, tongue sweeping out before he hastily reaches behind for a length of toilet paper, grinning up at Yoongi as a thumb makes its way to Jungkook's cheek, sweeping soft and gentle.

Jungkook leans forward, dabbing at his lips before he rests his chin against Yoongi's thigh, cheeks flushed and silent contentment writ on his features. There's nothing about their surroundings that screams romance, and Jungkook almost laughs when he hears the shriek of a child and a pitter-patter of shoes against the floor. Nothing could be better than this, Jungkook thinks, the two of them all wrapped up in each other even with the rest of the world busy and turning around them.

So good, coming for me, Jungkook mouths, not sure whether or not Yoongi will really be able to make out the words, but figuring that the sentiment still comes across in the way his hands smooth up and over Yoongi's hips, touch soothing and gentle.

Yoongi huffs out a near-silent laugh, pulling his pants up as he sinks down to the floor in front of Jungkook. He makes out enough of what he's mouthing to guess at the rest, and it would be out of place here if this weren't simultaneously the strangest thing they've done and utterly perfect. A hand resting at Jungkook's cheek, he leans forward to press a kiss to the other cheek and then to his lips. He's so beautiful, a brightness in his eyes, his cheeks flushed; Yoongi wonders briefly if anyone else might guess what they've been up to. He almost wants that. It's not like anyone could prove it anyway, and he's always been so happy with Jungkook, so proud, that he wants people to know how lucky he's been. Strangers suspecting might be as close as he gets to that for some time.

At the end of the day, though, this is all that matters. Deepening the kiss, he brings his hands to rest at Jungkook's waist, pulling him close. "Love you," he murmurs. With the clatter of a child's shoes against the floor, he doubts anyone will hear him, and it needs to be said. No matter how many times he gets to say it, it still feels important. They're so fucking lucky to have each other. He never wants Jungkook to think he's forgotten that, never wants him to feel anything less than appreciated and adored.

This is one of the parts he likes best, the moments when the desire has passed and he gets to be in Jungkook's arms, sated and suffused with love, when nothing else in the world could even begin to matter. They should probably get out of here, but Yoongi doesn't want to move yet. Instead, he brushes his fingertips along Jungkook's stomach, tugging gently at his waistband, an unspoken question.

There's a certain languidness in Yoongi's movements after he's climaxed, as though his limbs have been sapped of their strength; it triggers in Jungkook a sense of protectiveness, reaching out with his arms and folding them around Yoongi's waist as he lowers himself to the ground, the two of them now eye to eye. Jungkook follows easily when Yoongi tugs on him, sighing between kisses, a soft shiver and hum of pleasure on his lips that comes from the knowledge that Yoongi will be able to taste himself on Jungkook's tongue. He's sure that some people might notice the way they look now, flush high on their cheeks, Jungkook's own hair probably in disarray after so much tugging, but Jungkook can't bring himself to care right now, lost as he is in the satisfaction of having made Yoongi feel good.

"Love you," he whispers in return, bumping the tips of their noses together before pressing another quick kiss to Yoongi's lips. Nothing about the setting should feel romantic, toilets to either side continuing to flush, stall doors banging as they're pushed open and fall back into place. But all that Jungkook can focus on is Yoongi's smile, the slight curve of his lips, the way the corners turn up.

How he could watch that smile forever, Jungkook thinks.

There isn't long to linger before Yoongi's fingers skate across his stomach, skirting around Jungkook's waistband. Jungkook glances down briefly, then back up again, a soft and amused exhale slipping from his lips as he offers a smile, raises his brow. He's hard, there's no doubt about that, but if they don't have the time to address it now, Jungkook isn't terribly concerned.

But he's also not sure he'd be averse to trying, if Yoongi's in the mood.

Is it Yoongi's smartest idea? Probably not, but he thinks he's done stupider things, too, and it's difficult to care when just ghosting his fingers lower makes it clear that Jungkook is already hard. Not that Yoongi would expect anything else; this is utterly ridiculous and ridiculously hot at the same time. They should quit while they're ahead probably.

Instead, Yoongi draws Jungkook into another kiss, unfastening the button of his jeans, tongue sliding into his mouth, hand sliding into his underwear. He gives a little hum of appreciation as his fingers wrap around Jungkook's cock, stroking just to feel him before he pulls back, nudging Jungkook to stand. He's never left Jungkook hanging before, and his better judgment has gone out the window anyway, so he's not about to start now. Besides, as distracting as the noise around them might be, it's also a good cover for any small sounds that slip out of them, letting them get away with this, and he likes that, always torn between wishing they could be more public about their relationship, the way straight couples are, and enjoying the thrill of the illicit.

It shouldn't come as a surprise to Jungkook that Yoongi doesn't want to leave him hanging — in intimacy, they've always been reciprocal, both of them enjoying the act of giving pleasure just as much as receiving it. Still, Jungkook can't help the way his breath catches during the kiss, barely clinging onto the better sense that tells him to stifle his moan, eyes briefly fluttering shut as Yoongi takes Jungkook into his hand. Jungkook wonders if anyone in the bathroom has noticed how much time they're taking, if there's any staff from the aquarium keeping an eye here, but it's hard for him to refuse when Yoongi's already encouraging him to stand.

Jungkook allows himself a short moment to wrap his hand around the back of Yoongi's neck, pressing forehead to forehead, one last kiss to the bow of Yoongi's lips before he slowly gets to his feet, keeping noise to a minimum and mindful of the way his head swims.

Faced with the prospect of being the recipient now, even simply glancing down at Yoongi lingering below, Jungkook realizes how difficult it's going to be to keep himself silent. After a pause, he grabs at one of the tassels of his hoodie, biting down on it to keep his mouth occupied. It's not the right tautness to be a gag, but maybe it'll be just enough of a reminder for him to stifle even the barest of moans.

Gazing up at him, Yoongi grins, charmed and pleased by the way Jungkook has to bite at the string on his hoodie. He wants to tease him about needing to have something in his mouth to keep quiet, but that's going to have to wait. (And, anyway, having something in his mouth hasn't always kept Jungkook quiet to begin with.) He shouldn't waste time, but he gives himself a few moments just to look up at his boyfriend, hands steadying at his hips, gratitude curling warm around his heart. To have found each other at all was a miracle. That Jungkook is someone he can share this with is more special than their surroundings would suggest.

Leaning close, thumb stroking gently along Jungkook's hip to remind him to keep quiet, Yoongi takes the head of his cock into his mouth, tongue laving around it, sweeping over the tip. He spends a few moments like this, letting Jungkook acclimate to keeping as quiet as this requires, before he takes him deeper, eyes falling shut. There's pleasure in giving, too, in feeling the way Jungkook's muscles tense under his hands, in knowing how good he's making Jungkook feel, in the familiarity of his taste.

So much for keeping his mouth occupied. Jungkook's jaw falls slack immediately when the heat of Yoongi's mouth surrounds him, a soft gasp slipping between his teeth as he throws a hand back, carefully pressing the palm flat against the stall wall to brace himself. Having Yoongi's mouth on him is nothing new — they've done this countless times, perhaps even hundreds by now — but the surroundings, the context feels sharply different, the noise surrounding them heightening Jungkook's awareness and sharpening his senses. Jungkook bites down sharply on his lower lip for the first few seconds, breathing heavily as he wills himself to calm.

Fuck, he mouths, blinking once he trusts himself to keep silent, gaze slowly turning down and settling on Yoongi's face, already flushed, lips sliding along the length of his cock. The sight alone is enough to make Jungkook harden further still, breath catching as he weaves his fingers through Yoongi's hair, watching the way dark lashes fan over pale skin.

It takes Yoongi a little while to acclimate. Fellatio is nothing new now, but he's unaccustomed to the sound of anyone else around them. What's kept them quiet in the past has always been possibility — the off-chance they might get caught. Right now, it's a hell of a lot more immediate.

But Jungkook relaxes a little and looks down at him, and all Yoongi wants is to make him feel good, to make him happy. This might not be required for that, but it sure as hell can't hurt. Head bobbing steadily, he hums quietly, sighing as his hands slide back to cup Jungkook's ass. He works his tongue along the length of him, trying to keep the pressure as steady and tight as he can, his eyes falling shut again. In the middle of something so strange and new, the familiar taste of Jungkook on his tongue is surprisingly comforting.

Jungkook isn't sure how Yoongi manages to remain so calm, expression even as the press of his tongue and lips. For his part, Jungkook feels like he's on the cusp of falling apart, panting lightly and one hand still gripping the wall of the stall, the other weaving through Yoongi's hair, the grasp of his fingers tight but undemanding. It's hard to imagine that passersby wouldn't hear if anyone decided to pay closer attention — Jungkook feels the breath heavy through his teeth, hears the slick slide of Yoongi's lips over his cock, the low thrum of his voice.

Fuck, he mouths, head tilting back until he's able to rest it against the the stall, eyes briefly trained on the ceiling. He can feel his thighs tensing, his whole body tightening as Yoongi brings him closer to the edge, and he tugs lightly on Yoongi's hair in warning. With the sounds of strangers filtering all around them, Jungkook's heart races; he's not sure he'll be able to last much longer.

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