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lovestrippedbare) wrote2019-03-09 03:19 pm
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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?"
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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"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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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 β 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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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."
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It's an odd sensation, having his tongue in someone else, but it's good, too, being pressed so close to Jungkook he can feel every movement, every twitch of muscle β a different kind of closeness. Even simply within the confines of sex, there are so many kinds of intimacy, and excitement in exploring something new. Every little reaction, every gasp or moan, gives him a road map of what to keep doing. After a little longer, he slows, experimentally pressing just the tip of a finger inside Jungkook alongside his tongue, stretching him out a little more. His free hand squeezes gently and then trails lower to stroke along his thigh. Like this, talking isn't easy, but that doesn't matter; he's rarely been all that chatty anyway. It leaves him room just to listen and feel.
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"Yoongi," Jungkook gasps, letting his head hang as his toes curl, knuckles pressed against the sheets. He's both overwhelmed by touch and desperately in need of it, requiring all of his willpower to keep from dropping and rutting against the sheets, or pushing further back on top of Yoongi's finger it's hard to know which he needs more. Instead, he lowers his head again, back arched and desperation writ in every muscle, trying his best to encourage Yoongi to come closer still. "Please."
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Part of him wants to keep going, to see if he can get any deeper, but he draws slowly back, reaching for the lube instead. "Please what?" he asks, a little breathless himself, especially now that he can sit back a bit and get a better view of Jungkook. He's so beautiful, every muscle straining, desperation pulling taut every line and curve. "What do you want?" Granted, he knows, he's supposed to be making the decisions. That, he reasons, entitles him to decide he wants to hear Jungkook say what he needs. He's so tempted to keep touching him, but he restrains himself, just to see Jungkook squirm a little more.
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"I want..." Jungkook hesitates, biting on his lower lip. To list out any of his wants feels like it can't do justice to the feeling, the sharp need Jungkook has for Yoongi to pull close. But to not give an answer would be insubordinate Yoongi's in control, Jungkook ceded it to him, and unless there's a good reason, Jungkook can't hold back from giving Yoongi what he asks for now.
"You."
Is it too vague? Jungkook nearly turns his head to look at Yoongi, pausing only when his eyes notice the fall of Yoongi's shadow on the sheets. But the answer is truth in its purest form. Yoongi could do just about anything and Jungkook would content, so long as it involves Yoongi. So long as it involves the both of them, together.
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While a more specific answer would have provided more direction, Yoongi can't pretend this isn't, no matter how obvious, perhaps the most satisfying response. He shifts forward, ducking his head to press a kiss to the small of Jungkook's back. "I love you," he murmurs. Maybe at some other time, he'd remind himself that there's more to the world than this, but there isn't. Not really. He loves Jungkook and Jungkook loves him, and everything else is incidental. He nudges Jungkook's hip, encouraging him to roll onto his back. As badly as he wants to fuck him already, he's not about to do so without preparing Jungkook, and he wants to see him, to watch him, to be closer. "Turn over for me."
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Sitting up slightly, Jungkook pulls his knees together and carefully leans off to his side, laying on top of the mattress before he finally turns around. It's such a simple request, hardly even made clumsy by the ribbons around his wrists, and yet everything seems to stutter to a halt when Jungkook looks up and finds Yoongi again.
"Oh," he breathes, shocking himself when a tear slips free from his eyes. "Hi."
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His heart skips a beat at the sight of him, and then he sees the tear sliding down Jungkook's cheek, and anything he might have done next is forgotten. There's nothing in Jungkook's posture or expression that suggests distress, but still Yoongi surges forward to gather him close, gently brushing a thumb over Jungkook's cheek. "Hi," he murmurs. "Hey. Are you alright? Not too tight still?" There is, admittedly, a small flicker of worry in his chest that he's done something wrong, but he dismisses it. They trust each other for a reason. Jungkook would tell him if there was anything he needed to stop or adjust. Still, even if he's not exactly crying, Yoongi has to be sure. Besides, there's a certain measure of relief in just holding Jungkook again, bodies tangled together so he can keep the younger boy close.
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"I'm so good," Jungkook whispers, closing his eyes and almost burrowing himself against the touch. The whole of his body feels like it's aching, yearning for the touch that's been teased, dangled out of reach, sliding into shore now that Yoongi has gathered Jungkook into his arms. "Perfect, almost. Really happy, really good. I know that sounds kinda stupid, I just... really love you."
He laughs lightly at himself, torn between that and crying even more he might do both. Jungkook blinks back the tears as he opens his eyes, lips parted and flushed.
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"It's not stupid," he says softly, thumb stroking gently along Jungkook's cheek. It's a relief to know that nothing's wrong β that it's the opposite, that, in spite of his own remarkable ability to trip over his own feet while standing still, he's gotten this so right. They needed this weekend, he thinks, a chance to get out of Seoul, away from their families, a chance just to be them with nothing in the way. Arms and legs ensnared as he leans his forehead against Jungkook's, he closes his eyes. "I love you. More than anything. And I mean that. If I β if I can make you this happy... It's not stupid. It's all I want."
He presses a kiss to Jungkook's cheek. There's a lot out there that Yoongi wants. He's young and ambitious and clever, and, in spite of his better judgment, he has bigger dreams than he cares to admit, sometimes even to himself. Still, curled up with Jungkook like this, he thinks he'd trade any and all of it for more of this.
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He sighs.
"I got really lucky," he mumbles, nuzzling his face closer still to Yoongi's chest, trying to hide the way his cheeks burn in embarrassment. "Not like I did anything to deserve the person I looked up to most knowing you like this, it's really... like winning the lottery. No, more than that. Kind of like it was just meant to be. Us finding each other."
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"It was," he says softly, fingers running gently through Jungkook's hair. "We're supposed to be together. And you deserve everything. You have no idea... I love you so much." He'd give Jungkook the world if he could. He'd find for him anything his heart desired. It's hard sometimes to express just how intensely this love burns in him, how utterly it consumes him. Even with so many fierce friends, he's felt so alone, and now it's like he'll never have to be alone again. The person he loves best in all the world loves him best, too. He's not sure anything could be better than that.
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He just needs the right circumstances. He needs the right reasons to try.
"I have some idea," Jungkook murmurs, curling still further into Yoongi's hold, turning his head until he can feel the soft thud of Yoongi's heart. He brings his hands up, still bound, and traces his knuckles gently down the line of Yoongi's sternum, before turning his head to press soft, fluttering kisses against Yoongi's skin. "I have some idea, because of how much I love you."
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Running his hand down Jungkook's back, he closes his eyes, enjoying the soft tease of kisses against his chest, reminding him how badly he still wants Jungkook in this moment. "I just mean..." He sighs, a hum of pleasure in his throat. "I'm lucky too." It feels so small compared to the enormity of what it is to be caught up in something like this, a passionate romance like he never thought he'd ever know. But then, he figures, Jungkook probably thought the same thing. Words are limited, or at least his are, no matter how hard he tries. Even music falters in the face of this. He's not sure he'll ever find a way to convey it properly, but then, Jungkook already understands. Far from Seoul, he thinks maybe he's never felt quite so at home.
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He's a better person now for having known Yoongi.
"I guess," he allows at the end, because maybe Yoongi's at least a little lucky to have his crush returned, however questionable his taste might be in Jungkook's eyes. Any of the other boys in the group would be more impressive in some way than Jungkook. Hoseok's got his dancing, Jimin's the sweetest. Namjoon's smart, Seokjin's funny, Taehyung is alarmingly handsome.
Jungkook's all clumsy limbs. But he'll work on that.
"I guess you do have an eager and willing boyfriend right next to you, waiting to be fucked," he says with a laugh, breaking the tension of the moment.
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"Eager," he murmurs into his skin. "Willing. Beautiful. Don't give me that look." He doesn't have to glance up to suspect that Jungkook's expression is less than credulous, no matter how often Yoongi's told him how stunning he is. If he has to say it a thousand times more, he will. "Sweet... and funny... and kind." He laves his tongue over a nipple, catches it gently between his teeth. "Ridiculously horny." Like he's one to talk. "Thoughtful. And enthusiastic. Good. Generous." This time, he does look up, however briefly, as his kisses move further down Jungkook's stomach, hovering just above his hip. "I could keep going, but I don't want to keep you waiting. Wanna taste you, Gguk." Wants to fuck him, too, but if he's going to do that, he has to prep him first, one hand steady at Jungkook's thigh as the other reaches blindly for the lube. His heart is thundering in his chest, almost an ache in his throat, like every inch of him is ready to burst with desire and with love.
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"Ridiculously horny," Jungkook laughs, arching his back slightly, his hair mussed and messy against the pillowcase. "That one. That one, I fuck, Yoongi, I want you. Want you, want you, love you."
He's too chatty for his role, but Jungkook thinks that maybe those boundaries have relaxed a little just now anyway, the both of them forthcoming with emotions that crash through in waves. He feels Yoongi's love in every kiss, in the heat of his tongue "Ah," Jungkook gasps, his fingers curling instinctively, wanting to tug at Yoongi's hair. "Love you, I love you so much. Want you."
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"I love you," he murmurs, opening the bottle and quickly coating his fingers with lube. He wishes he were better with his words, that he could list off occasions and incidents that would help Jungkook to believe, the way Jungkook has done for him in the past. Frankly, everything's a little hazy, though, the air thick and charged with desire, and he's not much of a talker at his most coherent. Teasing a finger in slow circles around Jungkook's asshole, he presses more kisses to his thigh, slowly, gently working his way inside. As much as he can tell that Jungkook wants this, he's not about to rush him through this. The last thing he wants is for any of this to hurt. Carefully fingering Jungkook, he kisses the base of his cock, trace his tongue along a vein. "You have me. I'm here."
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"I've got you," he whispers off the end of a moan, drawing in a deep breath and hissing as Yoongi's tongue laps against his cock, all wet heat. "I've got you. I have you." Even now, after a full day spent together, sleeping heads bobbing on shoulders to the rocking of a train, Jungkook can't help but marvel at all of it. The past few months have been nothing sort of a dream; sometimes he wonders still if he'll wake up one day and find himself as he was before, small and quiet and lonely.
It feels both like yesterday and a lifetime ago.
"Never letting you go," he huffs on a smile, fading soon into a moan as he presses himself down against the reach of Yoongi's fingers. "Fuck, you feel so good."
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"You feel pretty fucking good yourself," he says, glancing up, eyes heavy-lidded, working another finger into him. "So hot, practically fucking yourself on my fingers like that." It won't be very long, he's pretty sure, before Jungkook is ready for him, which is a relief; he's almost painfully hard, desperate to be inside of him, longing for release and for the intimacy of burying himself deep in Jungkook. His cock practically jumps at the thought. As much as he likes to tease and get Jungkook all worked up, he has no intention of keeping him waiting for long. Or himself, for that matter, wanting a real taste of him. He lowers his head again, taking Jungkook into his mouth, moaning softly. It won't do to get him off just yet, not when Yoongi wants him coming around his cock, but he's come to love the familiar taste and weight, taking him slow and deep.
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Years ago, he had wondered about physical intimacy, small and shy in the darkness of his room as he watched videos in fascination. It had all seemed so complicated, so messy and uncomfortable Jungkook couldn't quite imagine enjoying the act itself, couldn't imagine it being any better than how things felt when he worked himself. Now he thinks he understands with their limbs tangled up in the sheets like this, they practically feel like one.
And being close to Yoongi is so much more satisfying than anything else Jungkook's known.
"God, I don't know don't know what I want more. Your mouth, your hands, your cock," Jungkook laughs when he manages to catch a breath, sighing as he arches off the bed, back curved as though it, too, is drawn to Yoongi through some gravitational pull. "All of it."
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Looking up at him now, Yoongi takes him in, the messy hair, the flushed cheeks and bright eyes, the way he writhes against the sheets when Yoongi's fingers get deep enough. He twists his wrist slightly, scissors his fingers apart. "So hot like this," he murmurs encouragingly. "So good for me. Think you need another?" As much as he aches for attention, he does his best to be patient. This isn't something to rush through. It's not like they haven't hurried through it, taking whatever chances they can get, but even then, Yoongi knows the importance of prepping Jungkook thoroughly. If there's any pain to be had here, it should only be for the purpose of highlighting the pleasure. He ducks his head, nipping at Jungkook's thigh, and it's all he can do not to rock his hips against the bed, every small sound spilling from Jungkook leaving him dizzy and wanting.
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"I think I'm I'm good, I'm ready," he insists, eyes fluttering to a close again as Yoongi's fingers brush precariously close to that spot they've both come to know well. Jungkook shudders, muscles in his body tensing until he reminds himself to relax; that however much he might want to heighten sensation for Yoongi, Yoongi will also be watching to make sure he doesn't hurt Jungkook. Any hitch in breath, any sudden jolt in Jungkook's body, these are things that might easily worry Yoongi and pull them out of the moment.
"Want you inside me," Jungkook breathes, relaxing as he opens his eyes, heavily lidded and irises blown dark. "Please."
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