lovestrippedbare | 𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕠

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.

The tell-tale signs are there, and Yoongi knows that Jungkook is there, perched right on the edge. It only encourages him to push harder, taking Jungkook as deep as he can, struggling not to moan. If they call attention to themselves, this tips over from excitingly dangerous to actual trouble. It's hard, though, when Jungkook is hot and heavy against his tongue, when Yoongi knows that he's the reason Jungkook is so close, the reason he's clearly struggling to hold in any sound.

He kneads gently at Jungkook's ass, encouraging, his eyes falling shut again as he savors the taste and the thrill. Come for me, he thinks, looking up again as if he could convey that plea with his gaze alone. Even from this angle, Jungkook is beautiful, a soft sheen of sweat on his skin, cheeks flushed. Yoongi never gets enough of this.

On any other occasion, Jungkook might feel embarrassed about how quickly he's about to come, but this time he thinks he can probably be forgiven for it — when simply sucking Yoongi off in this bathroom got him so close, when their surroundings only serve to further set his nerves alight. His lips are parted, jaw slightly slack as he glances down at Yoongi, just in time to watch the elder's gaze rise and meet his own. There's so much in a gaze, Jungkook thinks, and it seems almost selfish that this view will only ever be his. That no one else will ever get to see Yoongi like this, utterly devoted, skin flushed and almost aglow in the soft light.

Min-ah, Jungkook mouths, the edge of Yoongi's name a soft whine on his breath as he buckles forward, feeling himself come against the soft heat of Yoongi's tongue. He gasps sharply, one hand in Yoongi's hair and the other dropping to his shoulder as Jungkook leans forward, wave after wave of the orgasm cresting over him until he finally slumps against the wall, thighs trembling with the effort to keep himself upright.

How anyone can be so beautiful, Yoongi doesn't know. Jungkook's expression contorts as he comes, and there's a sense of pride that floods through Yoongi, a pleasure of his own. He swallows what he can, pulling back slowly to lick his lips and wipe the back of his hand against his chin, gaze never leaving Jungkook. They should get out of here, but he wants to give him a minute or two to recover first.

Standing carefully, he taps his foot against the ground, trying to rid it of pins and needles as he pulls Jungkook close, arms wrapping around his waist as Yoongi presses a kiss to his cheek. He wants so much to say how he loves him, but he resists, just for now, still doing his best to stay quiet.

Jungkook pulls in a shuddering breath as Yoongi rises to his feet, relaxing into the embrace, riding through the aftershocks as he buries his nose against Yoongi's neck. Coming down from the high can almost be as enjoyable as the act itself, in these moments when Jungkook can feel the way Yoongi cherishes him, his touch tender and protective all at once. In so many other aspects of life, Jungkook feels the pressure to be stronger — but in this, with Yoongi, sometimes there's little better than ceding that strength.

Speaking probably isn't the wisest choice, but still Jungkook breathes lightly against the shell of Yoongi's ear. "Love you," he murmurs, finally pushing off from the stall wall and nearly laughing as he works on clumsily pulling up his pants, trying his best not to draw away from Yoongi's embrace in the process. He shifts just slightly, nuzzling against Yoongi's ear, then his cheek, until his lips are able to seek out Yoongi's, tongue sweeping gently along the line of his mouth. "So much."

As much as Yoongi knows they should go, he doesn't see any harm in lingering just a little longer, letting the both of them steady themselves. He leans into the kiss, a hand raising to cup Jungkook's cheek, lips parting for him as he does. The moments after are some of his favorites, a period of quiet adoration when they can't help getting wrapped up in each other. Even here, everything else seems to melt away, the chatter and footsteps and running water fading into the background. None of it matters. Whatever frisson of danger their location provides, Yoongi still finds himself feeling utterly safe.

"Love you," he whispers as he finally pulls back. "We should..." He nods toward the door, visibly reluctant. As much as he's sure he'll enjoy the aquarium once they're actually looking at the animals on display, he'd rather just hold Jungkook, reveling in the warmth and certainty of their bodies pressed against each other.

There's a part of Jungkook that's tempted to push their luck just a touch more, to linger in the bathroom longer so that they can revel in each other's company, lingering in their embrace in the way that they usually do. But better sense tells Jungkook that they've probably pushed their luck far enough as it is, and there's no way of knowing whether or not the aquarium might suddenly become more crowded, families streaming in after the lunch rush and taking up more of the stalls. So he sighs, cupping both of Yoongi's cheeks briefly, reluctantly pulling himself away afterwards and running his fingers through his hair.

How's my hair? he mouths, arching a brow at Yoongi as he steps back far enough to hook his shoe on the toilet's handle and flushes. He nods at the stall door, indicating that Yoongi should probably leave first, with his complexion having recovered a little more. (Or so Jungkook assumes. He doesn't have a mirror to glance in, but he's pretty sure that his cheeks are still on fire.)

Yoongi's tempted to ruffle Jungkook's hair when he reaches out. Instead, he smooths it back into place, ducking forward to kiss his cheek quickly. It's hardly the most romantic of moments, and yet it's one Yoongi knows he's going to remember for a long time, that he'll look back and remember Jungkook like this, loose-limbed and smiling, longing and goofy all at once.

Unlatching the door, he steps out quickly, pulling it shut behind him. It's one thing at school when the room is usually clear once they part, but here, with other people around, he has to remind himself to act naturally and not to look back and see if Jungkook has followed yet. Luckily, everyone else seems focused on their own business, several of the other men distracted by children. He steps over to the sink, washing his hands and taking a moment to rinse his face as well. His hair could use some attention, he's pretty sure, but running a hand through it is all he can do for now.

All the previous times they've had sex, there's been space and time to recuperate. Jungkook's grown accustomed to luxuriating in the afterglow, often letting himself be lulled to sleep in the protection of Yoongi's arms. Right now, there's none of that, and Jungkook nearly laughs to himself as he leans against the stall wall again, breathing through the buzzing sensation that lies barely under his skin. He rubs at the back of his neck, waiting for a while longer before flushing the toilet again and emerging.

Tempted though he is to take the sink next to Yoongi's, Jungkook heads instead for the other end of the row, smiling at his own reflection in the mirror. To him, the swell of his lips is obvious, but to anyone else, Jungkook thinks he looks relatively tame. Maybe a little warm, given the temperature outside.

He washes his hands, then leans down to splash his face, just in case, using some of the residual dampness to smooth through his hair. If anyone noticed the both of them, no one's acting on it or confronting them, and Jungkook can't help the amused grin that settles on his lips.

Yoongi finds his gaze drifting down the line of mirrors to Jungkook and he has to step back quickly, ducking his head. No one seems to have noticed or cared, but if he can't keep his eyes off his boyfriend, he might still give them away.

Still, as he steps past on the way to the door, he lets his hand brush briefly against Jungkook's, glancing back at him as he goes. There's a frisson of electricity, a sense of daring and invulnerability. He feels untouchable. No one's going to say anything. No one saw them. It is without a doubt the boldest thing Yoongi's ever done and more of a risk, but they did it and, on the other side of it, he feels at once satisfied and giddy, waiting impatiently for Jungkook to join him, though it can't be more than a few moments before he emerges.

"Alright," he says, offering his hand. "Let's go look at some fish."

Maybe it's a good thing after all that Yoongi insisted on returning the favor, Jungkook thinks, because at any other time, the look from his eyes alone would have been enough to drive Jungkook wild. As it is, he shivers when Yoongi's hand brushes against his own, then laughs at his own reflection in the mirror, silence finally broken. He catches the gaze of a person or two on the way out, some of them no doubt suspicious to see someone of his age snickering so delightedly, and quickly clutches at Yoongi's hand once he's caught up.

"Hopefully the fish won't be a let-down after. That," Jungkook says, grinning from cheek to cheek as he swings their arms between them with childish excitement. He can't imagine any aquatic life holding his attention half as well now that his mind is still stuck on the way Yoongi looked in the stall, the way his fingers felt in Jungkook's hair.

Then again, the young children running around help to adjust the mood, Jungkook's gaze catching on a little girl whose shirt is completely decked out in cartoon sharks.

Yoongi ducks his head, stifling a laugh. "Not sure anything is as good as that," he teases, "but I'm sure the fish will try their best." Most of the other people here seem to be parents and children, not many others their age wandering around, and Yoongi wonders if they'll stand out. Probably not, he decides. Everyone else is too engaged in the displays or in minding their wandering children.

He leads the way toward the nearest display, where little kids press up against the glass so close it begins to fog with their breath, excited to see the jewel-toned fish swimming past. "See, they're very pretty," he says, lips twisting into a smirk as he glances over at Jungkook. Fish don't come anywhere close to holding Yoongi's attention the way he does.

Jungkook snorts, coughing a second later so that he doesn't come across as too rude to the parents sticking close to their children. He's always loved Yoongi's wry tone, his blasé attitude that shows in the curve of his lips. They've known each other long enough now that Jungkook understands that underneath the surface is someone who cares, and often more deeply than the rest of the group. Still the outward appearance has an undeniable appeal to Jungkook, who feels more often than not like he cares too much.

"Yes, they're very pretty," Jungkook parrots back with a slight raise of his chin, though he inevitably finds himself staring at the fish not long later. It's not uncommon for Jungkook to come across a small fish tank in someone's house, whether at a relative's or sometimes at seafood restaurants, and they've never been very exciting to him in that context. But what he tends to forget about aquariums is how much of an overall shift in ambiance they entail. The halls are dark, flecks of light bouncing off the walls, and it feels almost like stepping into another world.

(The shrieks of the children break the spell just a little.)

"Do they like... have to really carefully plan out the tanks, you think? To keep fish from eating each other?" Jungkook wonders aloud, stepping close to the glass.

Yoongi glances away to examine the signs pointing to different exhibits, curious what else might be hiding in the aquarium. He's not in any rush now, content just to drift between displays and see what's there, but they'll have to pick a direction to drift in.

"Definitely," he agrees. "Different fish like different environments, too, so there's that, but mostly I don't think they'd want fish eating each other in front of the kids." His voice drops lower as he speaks, not wanting any of the children gathered around to hear. Admittedly, a couple of the kids would probably find it fascinating instead of upsetting. Kids are weird like that sometimes. Still, better not to earn the wrath of any parents. "Looks like they have a whole shark area too."

"...gotta wonder how you start a conversation like that with the kids. Because they'll have to know eventually, right? Plus stuff like nature documentaries," Jungkook muses to himself. While they're a long way out from being capable of supporting kids, the fact that both of them have expressed interest in parenting has lingered in the back of Jungkook's mind, piquing his interest in moments like these. "I guess you could do it like in The Lion King, where you explain it's all one big circle... bigger fish eats smaller fish, but eventually big fish die and feed. Uh. I don't know what the equivalent of grass is, underwater. Seaweed?"

Shaking his head before he gets too lost in the topic, Jungkook glances over to where Yoongi's investigating the signage, perking up when he sees the shark exhibit. "Ah, sharks! We should go see those." He tugs on Yoongi's hand, guiding him away from the most crowded part of the path. Under his breath, Jungkook starts to sing as he walks.

"Baby shark, doo doo doo-doo doo-doo..."

Edited 2019-05-17 16:42 (UTC)

Yoongi lets out a sound that's as much groan as laugh, head tipping back in feigned exasperation. "Now it'll never leave my head," he says, putting up no protest as he follows Jungkook in the direction of the sharks. Still, he finds himself considering Jungkook's question. How do people explain to kids that fish eat other fish? Kids are so strange sometimes, maybe they just accept it. At least they have plenty of time before they have to figure out how to do that themselves.

Even if the idea of it still warms him. Someday, he thinks. Someday it'll be their turn.

"I think it's seaweed, yeah. Or kelp. Coral?" he muses, glancing at the displays as they pass, all the brightly colored fish flashing past. "All of the above."

"Mama shark, doo doo doo-doo doo-doo," Jungkook continues singing, bumping his hip against Yoongi as they walk, which might be more than a little obnoxious, but Jungkook finds that he doesn't mind. It isn't long before one of the kids nearest them picks up on the melody and follows along, her arms outstretched over her head, miming the image of a shark fin over her head.

Tempted though Jungkook is to break off and dance with her, he settles for making a face at her instead, puffing up his cheeks for the papa shark portion of the song and stamping his feet with a little more conviction. It sends her squealing and running off.

"Mm?" Jungkook mumbles, standing upright again and doing his best to recall the conversation. "Kelp — ah! Yeah, kelp. I guess coral works too. But then, you have to get into like, well all the coral in the world is starting to die because the planet's getting too hot, and that's — man, I don't know how you'd explain that to a kid."

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject