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There are times, Jungkook thinks, when unexpected changes in plan work out for the best. Giving up on the idea of Busan during winter break wasn't the easiest choice at the time — Jungkook had expected it to be the highlight of their winter, and giving into the pressure of Yeongwook's blackmailing hurt on multiple levels. But distance seemed safest. Planning, biding their time, having Jungkook carefully siphon a portion of his allowance over to Yoongi for safekeeping, every passing day made the trip feel more viable again, until the two of them suddenly realized that Yoongi's birthday would be an easy occasion to leave for, and that was that.

They've picked up memories along the way. The first night Jungkook had Yoongi stay over. The first dinner together with his mother, with her offering countless thanks for helping her youngest with his studies. A trip out to a nameless beach, all seven of them together, huddled and bracing against the last of the winter winds.

Getting to March isn't as difficult as Jungkook expected it to be, and now that they're here, the wait has made everything all the sweeter.

He takes countless pictures with his camera — of their seats together on the train, of the little box meals they buy from the lady with the cart. Of the ramyeon they buy an hour later, when it's clear that the box meals are more packaging than substance.

Of Yoongi, staring out the window of the train car, a soft smile on his face.

At first, Jungkook struggled with the idea of spending much of Yoongi's birthday on the train, but the trip to Busan takes several hours at best, which would have required missing class on Friday. Seeing Yoongi's peaceful expression on the train helps to set a little of that regret to rest, as does the stifled laughter they share as they stumble down the hall to their room in the hotel.

"Hotel Elysee," Jungkook says with a flourish as he waits for Yoongi to swipe their room key. "Is that, like, French?"

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Jungkook's fingers spread underneath the hem of Yoongi's shirt, greedy and insistent as they smooth over his skin, nails scraping before his open palms soothe over Yoongi's spine. "Whenever I heard a little kid running past us, I thought maybe he'd like, peek underneath the stall door," Jungkook snickers, his cheeks flushing at the memory. Out of anyone who could have stumbled across them, Jungkook thinks that kids would have been the only ones that might cause any level of remorse on his end. Adults would have been more belligerent, might have created more of a concrete consequence, but it probably isn't appropriate for kids to bear witness to the kind of intimacy they shared in the stall.

Kisses are one thing. Holding hands — Jungkook would be happy to expose kids to that much, to put into their minds the fact that people of all genders can love one another. But blowjobs are another thing altogether.

"That was fucking hot, though. I can see why people hook up in bar bathrooms now," Jungkook muses to himself, leaning back against the wall as he shimmies his hips against Yoongi's. "Once I'm of age..."

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Yoongi doesn't have any particular interest in bars — they strike him as either too busy or too lonely for his tastes — but with that on the table, he might have to reconsider. He laughs, though, pressing his hips into Jungkook's. "Are you planning out our sex life?" he teases. For all that they've talked a lot about the future today, there's something about the immediacy of this that gets under his skin and excites him. It isn't just some grand plan for a whole life together. It's smaller things like going out in a couple years.

He wonders idly if they could get away with fucking in a bar bathroom. People do it, he knows that much. He doesn't usually like to rush that much, but it could be fun.

Besides, in a bar, they wouldn't have to worry about exposing kids to anything they shouldn't see.

"Not that I'm complaining," he says, drawing back from another kiss. "I'll take you anywhere I can get you."

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"Oh, don't get me started. I've thought long, long down the road," Jungkook says, laughing brightly as he weaves his fingers through Yoongi's hair, scratching lightly at the back of his scalp, pausing with a gasp when Yoongi presses his hips against Jungkook's pelvis. "About when our faces are all wrinkly from smiling so much, when your hair is gray for reasons other than hair dye, and we're still at it like rabbits and people will wonder where we get the energy from. Don't you think it'd be cute? A couple of elderly men stumbling out of a bathroom in Itaewon. I think it'd be cute."

Maybe it's a little bit of an exaggeration to say that Jungkook's done enough thinking about each individual scenario, but there's truth in how far he's thought into the future, how much he already believes in both of them being soulmates. It's impossible not to believe in the concept at least a little, Jungkook thinks, when the both of them complement each other so well. When he feels so much more complete, simply being with Yoongi, in a way that the happiness of being with his other hyungs doesn't quite compare.

He sighs through a kiss, gaze softening when he pulls back. "Take me everywhere, then," he murmurs, lifting a brow.

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Yoongi grins, though there's a tenderness in it as he gazes as Jungkook. "Oh, we're gonna be fucking adorable," he says. He has no doubt that Jungkook's vision of the future is, if slightly exaggerated, entirely within their reach. They're going to have the rest of their lives together like this, young and in love no matter how old they get, and probably still horny. Maybe less physically agile, but still, how could he ever get enough of Jungkook's skin under his hands, warming beneath his palms as he runs them down his arms? How could he stop wanting to kiss him like it's the only way he knows how to breathe?

"And I will," he murmurs, leaning into a kiss, his hands slipping under Jungkook's shirt. "Anywhere and everywhere." He tugs his shirt gently up and over Jungkook's head, stopping just shy of pulling it off entirely. Instead he lets the fabric tangle around Jungkook's wrists, gathering it in his hands to keep Jungkook's bound — clumsily, admittedly, and it wouldn't take much at all for him to pull free, but he doubts Jungkook will want to. He really did start back in the direction of the hotel with simple cuddling in mind. Now, though, he wants more, and maybe it's because of how fucking vulnerable he felt just before they made it back or maybe it's the thrill of having a place that's entirely theirs, but he's feeling particularly dominant. "But first, here," he says, tugging Jungkook against him before he steps back toward the bed, leading him. Once they reach it, he lets go, stepping away to find his bag. They're going to need a couple things to continue.

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Fucking adorable is probably the best way to put it, Jungkook thinks. They're going to be that couple that would irritate everyone endlessly, if not for the fact that they're also charismatic and sociable — the couple that everyone resents for experiencing such a smooth, easy relationship with someone they're so deeply in love with. Jungkook himself has never been resentful of such couples, but he's pretty sure that's only because they're still young, they're still of an age where the possibilities in front of them seemed endless. In another decade, their peers might be a little more jaded.

He's quickly distracted from the thought when Yoongi's fingers sneak under the hem of his shirt, pushing up the fabric and pulling it over Jungkook's head. The sleeves and cuffs tighten slightly around Jungkook's wrists when Yoongi gives the shirt a deliberate tug and twist, almost creating makeshift handcuffs in the process. Jungkook's cheeks color immediately, his heart skipping a beat as he lets himself be tugged along towards the bed.

"Wherever Min Yoongi goes, Jeon Jungkook follows," Jungkook murmurs with a soft smile, casting a slightly bashful glance at the ground. As soon as he's sat on the mattress, Yoongi pulls away, but Jungkook holds himself impossibly still, not making a single move to shift the shirt that's bunched around his wrists.

Distantly, he wonders if there's anything else that Yoongi packed for this purpose, though there's also something appealing about working with what they've got.

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There's such a sweetness to Jungkook in this moment, his voice rich and warm and full of love, and Yoongi loves him so much his heart aches. He wonders again, as he digs into his backpack, how he got so incredibly lucky. To find this kind of love so young, to know that, whatever else life holds for him, he'll have Jungkook at his side — things were so hard for so long and now it's like the sun's come back out from behind the clouds and sometimes he doesn't know if he knows how to handle that. Doesn't know if there's any way to ever show Jungkook the depth of his love, of his gratitude. He'll just have to keep trying.

It's the work of a few moments to find the lube he's looking for, along with a couple of ribbons, and place them on the nightstand. He's grateful for that, too, for the speed and efficiency with which he's able to get back over to Jungkook, sitting beside him. "And I go where you lead, too," he says, lifting a hand to Jungkook's cheek, leaning in for a soft, sweet kiss. It doesn't escape his notice that Jungkook hasn't budged, has left his hands still bound, and a moment later, he drops his hand to rest on his wrists. It isn't just the sense of being in control that Yoongi enjoys so much; he likes this maybe more than any of the rest of it, the feeling that Jungkook trusts him so completely, without reservations.

"I want to tie you up," he says, watching as he tugs gently at the shirt. "Is that okay?" He doesn't doubt that it is, but he wants to hear it, to always give Jungkook a choice. He only wishes he'd had a chance to do a little research so he could attempt the kind of bondage he knows Jungkook is curious about. Next time, he tells himself. When they do that, he wants to be sure he's doing it right.

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There was a time when Jungkook felt a fair amount of shame about his preferences in intimacy; ceding control to a partner isn't very masculine, isn't the sort of thing that Jungkook imagines his stepfather would take well. But being with Yoongi has made it possible for all of those thoughts to take a backseat, less important to Jungkook than the feeling of security when he's with Yoongi. Allowing Yoongi to dictate the specifics of their intimacy feels like it deepens the bond between them, gives them countless memories to pore over. Jungkook watches intently as Yoongi emerges with a pair of ribbons, feeling his pulse race at the very sight of them.

That Yoongi brought them at all suggests he's been thinking about this weekend as much as Jungkook has. Jungkook can't help the smile that flashes over his face, bright and eager, cheeks dusted a deep pink as he nods in response to Yoongi's question.

"I'd love nothing more," Jungkook says, barely above a whisper as he meets Yoongi's gaze, his hands tensing slightly in anticipation. "Tied up prettily, just for you."

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Yoongi wasn't sure if they'd make use of the ribbons at all this weekend, but he's glad now that he brought them, less because of his own desires, more because of the way Jungkook lights up. He's so eager and excited, a tremor of anticipation running through him, and Yoongi relishes it. As much as he enjoys the physical aspect of what they do, this gets to him just as much in its way, knowing the effect he has on Jungkook, knowing how happy he can make him.

Though the physical part doesn't hurt either, a current of desire pulling through Yoongi at Jungkook's words and the accompanying mental image. He leans close, kissing him, tugging the shirt gently free of his wrists before he reaches to undo Jungkook's pants. "So pretty," he agrees, brushing another kiss against his lips. "All for me." That, he finds, makes how they choose to be intimate all the better, Yoongi finds; no one knows about their kinks or experiments, no one knows what they do. It's a secret they share, another thing that's theirs and no one else's, the same way no one else gets to see Jungkook like this, wide-eyed and flushed and ready to be thoroughly ravished. No one else gets this kind of trust. It's hard to resist the thrill of being that kind of special to someone. Of being special at all, but especially to Jungkook.

"Alright," he murmurs, finally drawing back, though he could lose himself in kissing Jungkook for ages. "Lie down."

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Jungkook lets the words wash over him, eyes fluttering to a brief close — lie down, Yoongi says, and it shouldn't have such a deep impact on him but it surely does, making Jungkook's heart race and his cheeks flush. When he opens his eyes again, his gaze is dark, unfocused for the briefest of moments before Jungkook nods, barely daring to breathe as he shifts back on the bed and lies down on the center of the mattress, giving Yoongi ample space to work with on either side. He licks his lips, hands briefly tensing and unsure where to go — should he raise them close to the posts of the bedframe, making it easier for Yoongi to get started? Or will Yoongi decide to tie him up in some other fashion?

In the end, Jungkook waits for the explicit direction, lifting both hands together, palm up, wrists exposed for Yoongi to direct.

"Tell me what I should do," he whispers, blinking as he cranes his chin up, exposing his neck for Yoongi to access.

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Yoongi's heart skips and stutters as he looks at Jungkook, jolting almost painfully at the sight of such patient vulnerability. Even if Jungkook trusts him so deeply, there's something brave about it, he thinks, putting so much faith in someone else. It's a particular kind of bravery that Yoongi thinks now he's been very afraid of until Jungkook. Maybe when he was younger, innocent and naive, he didn't know better. Maybe it's just hard to put his heart on the line after all he's lost, knowing how easily, how completely, he can be devastated by a single person's absence. He doesn't know what he'd do if he lost Jungkook, too, but for the first time in years, the risk feels worth it.

That doesn't make it easy. But Jungkook, laid out on the bed for him, waiting, his palms up like an offering, like he's offering up his entire self — he is offering up himself in every way — he makes it look easy. Makes it look desirable, even, to be that vulnerable.

To be that sure of someone else. Of Yoongi.

"Stay like that," he murmurs, heart lodged in his throat. He doesn't want to stop staring and he wants to be closer and he can't bear to move away, but he slips forward just enough to grab a ribbon. He kneels at Jungkook's side, reaching for his hands, lifting them to press gentle kisses to his palms. He could tie Jungkook to the bed again, like he usually does, but seeing him like this, something different couldn't hurt. So he twines the ribbon carefully around Jungkook's wrists, binding them together in front of him, feeling himself getting harder even from this slow, simple, deliberate act. "There," he says when he finishes, giving a quick kiss to Jungkook's bound wrist. "Is that okay? Too tight?"

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Jungkook's breath catches in his throat when he feels the softest brush of Yoongi's lips to his palms, light enough that it barely even tickles, though somehow the contact seems to sear itself into Jungkook's awareness nonetheless. Even if Yoongi didn't already express so constantly with his words, the touch alone would be enough to convince Jungkook of how much he's loved — and that, in turn, makes it easy for Jungkook to open himself up to Yoongi, easy to put his own life into Yoongi's hands. Beyond the trust inherent in the exchange, there's also a relief for Jungkook as well. He doesn't have to overthink every choice, every action. He can trust Yoongi to lead him the right way.

Not that there's much of any possibility of this weekend going wrong, Jungkook thinks, at least certainly not while they're within the boundaries of the four walls here. They chose this space for the safety it offers, the privacy that they never otherwise get to experience. Here, Jungkook doesn't have to hold back when Yoongi overwhelms him, doesn't have to stifle his voice. No one's going to interrupt them. There's no judgment.

There's only the two of them.

Jungkook shakes his head, eyes never leaving Yoongi's gaze. "It's perfect," he murmurs, his body already starting to relax, starting from the wrist and letting his arm lie slack. "Feels really nice."

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Yoongi smiles, always relieved to hear that. It's a delicate balance, tying Jungkook up; too loose is as likely to take away from the experience as too tight is. In the end, he'd rather err on the side of not tight enough, but he'd prefer even more to get it right. "Good," he says, giving himself a moment just to look, to see how Jungkook relaxes, pliant and easy, a flower unfolding. Yoongi could spend forever looking at him. Yoongi could spend all night making him unravel, too. He climbs up the bed to lean down and kiss Jungkook, deep and slow, fingertips trailing down along Jungkook's arm to his thigh to palm him through his jeans. His own are too tight and he's too clothed anyway, and he sits up moments later to shed his shirt, peeling it off and tossing it to the floor with a little huff of a laugh.

Knelt beside Jungkook, he reaches to unfasten his jeans, to start sliding them down, fingers grazing deliberately along his thighs, thick and strong and Yoongi wants to kiss and bite and bruise, but he wants Jungkook naked more, first. "Always so beautiful for me," he says, soft but sure. He is, he thinks, only this confident in bed or at the piano. There's something about having all this vulnerable trust in front of him that makes him want to live up to it, to make Jungkook feel as good as humanly possible. "So good." He nudges Jungkook's ass gently, prompting him to lift his hips again, so he can ease his underwear off, too. It hasn't been that long since he was on his knees in the museum bathroom, Jungkook's cock in his mouth, and still the sight of him sends a thrill of desire through Yoongi, makes him want to suck him off again. He has other ideas, though. He slips between Jungkook's legs, leaning over him to press a kiss to his thigh. "If anything gets to be too much," he says, glancing up, "tell me." He's said it a hundred times, but it's always worth saying, he figures. Just because he wants to do something doesn't mean Jungkook does.

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Intimacy has a way of drawing out a very distinct energy from Yoongi, one that never fails to draw Jungkook in. There's surety in his movements, even as he pauses at every step to ask if Jungkook is still comfortable, if Yoongi's managed to avoid pushing too far. Still, he radiates confidence in a way that Yoongi rarely does otherwise — at the piano and by Jungkook's side seem to be the two places for which that confidence is reserved. Maybe they're not all that dissimilar, Jungkook thinks, as he watches Yoongi's hands brush along his skin, deft fingers freeing buttons and smoothly sliding fabric down. Here, Jungkook is Yoongi's instrument, the recipient of gentle fingers, their mingled breath forming a melody that punctuates the silence.

And Jungkook responds, as he's sure that every piano has under Yoongi's touch. He lifts his hips, feeling warmth rise to his cheeks as he lies bare underneath Yoongi's fingertips, shivers when he feels Yoongi's lips brush warm against the now cool skin of Jungkook's thigh.

"I will," Jungkook murmurs, even though that answer doesn't seem to do their bond justice. You won't might be the more accurate reply, but there's a part of Jungkook that also wants to reassure Yoongi that he's not simply here to receive whatever Yoongi could theoretically do to him. He's here, instead, because he trusts that Yoongi will know exactly what to do to bring both of them pleasure. And that means acknowledging that even for the two of them, there are boundaries that both of them get to set.

"Feels good already," he breathes shortly after, feeling his cock twitch under the simple weight of Yoongi's gaze.

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It took time to get here. In the early days of their relationship, Yoongi was as nervous as he was excited to explore, always a little worried he'd do something wrong — push too far, hurt past the point of pleasure. He felt a flutter of that again earlier today, thinking about how it would feel to choke Jungkook. Even knowing Jungkook wants it, there's trepidation over the possibility of getting it painfully wrong. The last thing Yoongi wants to do is to hurt Jungkook in a way he doesn't actively want. Figuring out where those boundaries are was a process. Now that he's more sure of them, his confidence flourishes, as if all those restrictions, the lines he shouldn't cross and the ropes that bind Jungkook both, somehow contrive just to set them free.

He nuzzles gently against Jungkook's thigh, smiling into his skin. "Good," he says softly. "That's all I want. Make you feel good." Not that his own pleasure is negligible, but Yoongi isn't worried about that. He gets off on knowing how good he makes Jungkook feel, knowing how irresistible he is to the younger boy. Where one leads, the other always follows.

Stroking his hand along Jungkook's hip, he draws lazy circles with fingertips and tongue against his skin, sucking kisses intently along the inside of his thigh. He doesn't want to bruise too deeply, but he likes leaving marks only the two of them will see, lips skimming over fading bruises from recent nights. This is theirs. Whatever else anyone does to them, however Jungkook is harmed, there's this, softly purpling declarations of love writ along his legs, sometimes scattered over his chest.

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"You're the best at that," Jungkook breathes, and maybe he's a little more talkative than this role should allow, maybe he's giving Yoongi too much direction when it should Yoongi in the driver's place — but Jungkook finds it impossible to hold back. Being with Yoongi has always been about tearing down all of their barriers, one by one. He remembers in those initial days, being so frightened of saying something wrong, of being ousted from their little group for being too impetuous, too dumb, too young. But with Yoongi, there had always been a reprieve, the two of them sitting by that rickety old piano, less need for words when there were melodies rising and falling between them.

Over time, Jungkook found himself letting down more of his guard, until now, with the two of them entangled, Jungkook doesn't have the faintest idea how to hold himself back. He groans, breath passing through his teeth in small gasps, as Yoongi's lips brush over his thighs. None of the bruises are hard enough to hurt, yet Jungkook swears that he knows when Yoongi passes over every single one, even those that are out of sight from this angle.

It makes him feel like art.

"Min-ah," Jungkook murmurs, eyes fluttering to a brief close as he sighs, settling his weight further down against the mattress, limbs languid and heavy, seizing only when he feels Yoongi's lips and fingertips brushing over his skin. "I love you."

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It always makes Yoongi's world a little brighter, his heart a little faster, to hear those words. He smiles against Jungkook's leg, and he doesn't need to look up to imagine the look on Jungkook's face — the quiet contentment, the long lashes as his eyes close, the gentle languor of desire. He pushes himself up, slipping higher up the bed until he's positioned over Jungkook, leaning down to kiss him. It's impossible to resist him like this, impossible to ignore the pull of his heart and how all he wants is to be close, close, closer. "I love you," he echoes, drawing back again, painting kisses along Jungkook's jaw and down his neck. "I love you so much, Gguk-ah."

His hand skims along Jungkook's hip to his waist, his own hips rolling gently against Jungkook's. He needs to get the fuck out of these jeans, but he's having trouble tearing himself away. How is he supposed to when his boyfriend is so beautiful, when there's such love in the way he looks at Yoongi? He'd forgotten, he thinks, what it's like to be lucky, what it means to be so loved and to know it. It's been too easy to let himself doubt, to expect restrictions and conditions on affection from the others, even where he logically knows they don't exist. But Jungkook looks at him and he knows it's unconditional. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs. "So..." He shakes his head, uncertain how to put this feeling into words, and focuses on kissing his way back down Jungkook's body instead.

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Jungkook's cheeks bloom over with warmth; even before he hears Yoongi say those words, Jungkook feels the sentiment in Yoongi's touch. You're so beautiful, he says, like Jungkook's the best thing Yoongi's ever laid eyes on, like he's precious and irreplaceable and a feat of nature, when Jungkook so often feels plain, ordinary, average. Here, he feels revered, and in some ways the ties that bind him down feel less like restraints and more like art — like he's being carefully held on display, laid bare for Yoongi to love. His heels dig against the sheets, the fabric puckering slightly under his weight, like the folds of lily petals scattered.

Next time, Jungkook thinks, maybe he'll buy Yoongi some flowers.

"Love you so much," Jungkook murmurs, his eyes fluttering to a close as he narrows his focus to the feel of Yoongi's lips, to the kisses that travel up and down the line of Yoongi's body, sending shivers to the end of every nerve. His hands, at first slack, now tighten into fists, shaking slightly with still more restraint. A part of him wants to pull at the ribbons, fingertips aching for a feel of Yoongi's skin, the curve of his jaw, the line of his back. His chest rises and falls with a slight whine as Yoongi's kisses travel further down, now more distant, and Jungkook aches with the want and anticipation alike.

"You're the beautiful one," Jungkook whispers, eyes blinking open again, lips parted as he watches Yoongi travel further down.

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Yoongi is fairly convinced that, of the two of them, Jungkook is more attractive. Maybe it's just personal bias, because it's harder to imagine himself as beautiful, even when he's confident enough in his looks; maybe he just sees something so many others seem to miss. But then, he's sure the same is true for Jungkook, that he sees in Yoongi what Yoongi can't see for himself. Who's more beautiful doesn't really matter. All that really counts, Yoongi thinks, is hearing those words and the soft, loving ache in Jungkook's voice and knowing how fervently he means it. Comparison is meaningless. It's enough — it's everything — just to know how much he's loved and adored.

"Biased," he teases, nipping at Jungkook, though there's a softness in his gaze, a fondness in his voice. He swats gently at Jungkook's hip. "Turn over for me?" He wants to try something, to taste him, and it won't be easy with Jungkook on his back. Besides, he didn't think to bring a blindfold or anything that could be used as one, and anticipation is half the fun of keeping Jungkook tied up like this. Even as he waits, he can't stop touching him, easing back to sit on his knees out of the way while his hands run over every bit of skin he can reach.

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"Just because I'm biased doesn't mean I'm wrong," Jungkook says, and where he might normally raise his chin in defiance, now he lowers it almost in worship, though a smile teases at his lips all the same. There probably isn't any convincing Yoongi of the level of beauty that Jungkook sees in him — Yoongi has a way of underestimating himself, of denying compliments that go too far. It isn't that Yoongi necessarily lacks all confidence, but he still has a way of diminishing his own reflection, as far as Jungkook can tell.

He hopes that that will change with time.

Blinking at Yoongi's request, Jungkook tilts his head briefly in curiosity before complying, licking his lips as he turns and realizes, suddenly, how this new position is still more vulnerable than those which came before. From here, Jungkook can't even watch Yoongi, save for the slight shadow that casts over the rumpled sheets; instead, he's forced to rely on touch as an anchor, shivering at the feather light glances of Yoongi's fingertips over his skin.

"Like this?" he whispers, sliding his knees slightly apart as he settles, back arched in anticipation.

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Yoongi exhales slowly, gaze traveling along Jungkook's body. "Yeah, like this," he says. On one hand, he finds, he thinks he prefers it when Jungkook is looking at him, when their eyes meet, and he misses that a little. On the other, there's no denying Jungkook looks good from behind. He's breathtaking at any angle, but this is one Yoongi doesn't often get to experience. The slope of his shoulders, the dip at the small of his back, the swell of his ass — all the lines and curves he mostly sees clothed, laid bare in front of him. More than that, the readiness with which Jungkook complies, all of it brings his breath up short, a gentle reverence in Yoongi's expression as he settles himself between Jungkook's legs again.

Bending over him, he presses a kiss to the back of Jungkook's neck. "And just because you're right," he says wryly, "doesn't mean I'm wrong. You're stunning." Nipping gently at his shoulder, Yoongi makes his way steadily down Jungkook's back, trailing kisses along his spine. He's all too aware of how close they are, of how badly he wants Jungkook already; desire twists and coils in his gut, warm and tight, and he's pretty sure Jungkook has to be able to feel it, too, pressed against him as Yoongi is. "And so good," he breathes, "so good for me." He runs his hands over Jungkook's ass as his lips wander lower still, hesitating a moment before he licks lightly at Jungkook's entrance, more curious than intent. Immediately he glances up, looking for the slightest sign of discomfort or disapproval from Jungkook, or else a sign to continue.

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Jungkook's vision swims as he feels his heart thudding away in his chest, left with almost no visual cues to go on. All he has is are the slightly shifting shadows cast across the sheets, falling in time with the sink of the mattress as Yoongi draws near. They have to do this more often, Jungkook thinks to himself — not that he prefers this to being face to face with Yoongi, but it's new, it's different, and it's intimate in a slightly different way than everything they've tried before. He's not sure why this idea never came to him earlier; he's certainly seen pictures and watched videos with couples pressed front to back, but it always seemed like there was no way it could compare to being face to face.

And yet.

Stunning, huh? Jungkook distantly wonders how he must look now, knees bent and body pitched forward, bowed in something like worship. He doesn't have the mind to protest Yoongi's claims, lost in soft gasps as Yoongi's lips brush down the line of his back, reminiscent of soft kisses exchanged before bed, but so much more. Biting back a slight whimper, Jungkook fights the temptation to push himself back against Yoongi, instead tightening his hands further into fists, small half-moons against his palm. But as Yoongi's kisses continue to trail lower, Jungkook's eyes widen, breath turning slightly shallow until he shivers at the touch of a tongue against his entrance.

"Oh. Wow," he breathes to himself, blinking in surprise. He's not sure his cheeks have ever felt so warm.

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Wow sounds good. There's very little Jungkook could say right now that wouldn't sound good, admittedly, but the soft breathiness of his voice and the way he trembles ever so slightly beneath Yoongi are encouragement enough. He has a vague idea that, if fingers feel good, a mouth might feel as good or better; god knows that's true when it comes to Jungkook's mouth on his cock. Besides, he likes the idea that, as much they already know how to make each other feel good, there might also still be things to learn, to explore together.

He nips playfully at Jungkook's ass, glancing up, but he can't quite see his face from this angle. He can only imagine — eyes wide or shut tight, cheeks flushes and lips parted. Yoongi runs his hands along Jungkook's thighs, steady and soothing, and ducks his head again to lick him, tongue lapping lightly at the puckered rim of his asshole, kitten licks against the sensitive skin. "How's that feel?" he asks, fingers of one hand brushing higher to echo his tongue, running teasingly over his entrance. He's not about to press one inside until he gets some lube, but even the thought of doing so just serves to remind him of how hot and tight Jungkook's ass is, how much he wants to be inside of him. More than that, though, he wants to take his time and make sure Jungkook feels good. "Is it okay?" It's not like he expects to be good yet, but if Jungkook isn't enjoying it, Yoongi figures, then they'd both be better off if he goes back to what he knows he's good at.

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Jungkook jumps at the sensation of teeth against his skin, however gentle. Not being able to anticipate Yoongi's actions has his blood rushing through his veins; he can practically hear his heartbeat in his ears as he licks his lips, tempted to glance back, but too willful to try. The whole point of this exercise is to let Yoongi dictate every action, and if that means that for now, he won't be able to know what comes next, so be it. The surprise made this moment all the better, Jungkook thinks, his head swimming with the thought that there's no part of him that Yoongi wouldn't touch — be it with his hands, his lips, his tongue. With a soft exhale, Jungkook lets his head hang just slightly, cock growing heavy as his hands tighten further still.

"Yeah," he breathes with a quick nod, ducking his head in embarrassment. Is it normal to like it when someone licks there? (Does it matter whether or not it is?) "It's — I — if you wanted to do that again, I'd be okay with that. It feels nice." Jungkook laughs at his own clumsy words, not wanting to switch the dynamic just yet, but needing some way of giving Yoongi feedback enough to make the next decision. "I'm okay with anything you want, Min-ah."

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Jungkook laughs and Yoongi brightens, a warm rush of happiness through his chest at the sound. It's small and brief and adorable, and Yoongi loves him so fucking much. Sometimes he thinks they're sun and moon — not opposites, but necessities to each other. He orbits Jungkook, and if the other radiates brightness, then Yoongi reflects it, all the brighter himself for being at Jungkook's side. The moon is beautiful in its own right, and the sun is sometimes too much, but without the moon, life on earth would be a mess, and without the sun, the moon would hardly be more than a lifeless rock.

It's a little dramatic, sure, and Yoongi wouldn't go quite that far, but he knows he's happier, livelier, for being loved by Jungkook. That there isn't anything he wouldn't do to make him happy, to hear him laugh. So he doesn't go right back to what he was doing, giving himself a moment to turn over Jungkook's words. It's explicit approval, but that doesn't necessarily mean Jungkook is enjoying it that much. But the way he lowers his head, the way his words come out breathy and shallow, making Yoongi's own head swim with desire — they're both still figuring out if this is something they enjoy or a one-time experiment, but it's enough for Yoongi to feel confident enough to continue.

"What I want is to make you feel good," he says, drawing back slowly and slipping off the bed. He needs to get out of his pants, stripping down and reaching for the lube he left on the counter so he doesn't have to leave the bed again. Moving back behind Jungkook, he can't quite resist touching himself, a soft moan leaving him as he strokes himself a couple times. As badly as he wants to keep going, though, he restrains himself; getting off on his own isn't anywhere near as good as doing it with Jungkook. He takes a deep breath and leans down again, spreading Jungkook's ass with his hands, licking more fervently this time until he's working his tongue into him. What he lacks in experience, he hopes, he makes up for in enthusiasm.

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"Like that's hard," Jungkook retorts, words drawing contrast once again with the stillness of his body, only the slightest tremble in his thighs as he waits for Yoongi to return. He closes his eyes, making it easier to pick out the shifts and movement — the way the mattress bounces back up, suggesting that Yoongi's made his way off of the bed. The sound of a zipper sliding, of fabric shifting. Jungkook draws in a shallow breath, knowing that Yoongi might be as bare now as Jungkook is himself; the thought makes him shiver, noticing the slight chill of the room. Hotels always seem to run a little colder than their homes, and Jungkook glances down at his forearms, seeing goosebumps rise on his skin.

Yoongi moans, and it's all that Jungkook can do to keep from following suit, licking his lips and waiting, head ducking slightly until it nearly rests by his closed fists. He shivers again when Yoongi's hands find him, warm and soft as they knead against his ass, and Jungkook hardly has the time to relax before he gasps again as Yoongi licks into him, hot and wet and searching, almost demanding. It's not nearly as much of a stretch as when Yoongi uses his fingers, but there's something about the sensation that goes straight to Jungkook's head nonetheless. With a soft moan, Jungkook ducks his head further still, gasping as his forehead meets the knuckle of one hand.

"F-fuck," he whispers, shifting to spread his knees further apart on the bed. "Feels good. Hot."