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Yoongi woke up early the next morning feeling on edge and anxious. The sun had just begun to come up and he knew it was almost time to get up as they had a flight home early. He looked over at where Jungkook was lying next to him. He was curled up into a ball on his side, his face relaxed and his nose doing that cute, scrunched bunny thing it did.
Just looking at Jungkook made everything they'd done last night come rushing to the fore front of his mind and hit him like a ton of bricks. Things had gotten way out of hand; it had to stop.
Yoongi had been weak and so he'd given in. He'd felt strange all day yesterday. He'd done his best to try and avoid Jungkook and focus on enjoying their holiday. The thing with Jungkook was meant to be a one-time thing just to get Jungkook to go to sleep. It wasn't supposed to…..affect him.
When he had woken up and saw Jungkook jerking off next to him he'd definitely been affected. Despite being half asleep he'd gotten half hard almost immediately. Watching Jungkook like that was just so…..wrong. He hadn't known Yoongi was watching him and he wasn't holding back. The pleasure drawn across his features as he stroked himself at a furious pace was enough to make Yoongi feel heat rushing toward his lap at a dangerous pace. And because he was apparently an asshole, he responded to his obvious arousal by teasing Jungkook about his own. Not his finest moment…..
When Jungkook remained stubborn and wouldn't give in and finish, the idea prickled at the back of his mind; do it with him. It had worked the night before; Jungkook's insecurity put to rest by his willingness to be vulnerable too. Not that he exactly had to be convinced this time; his own need was beginning to ache inside him. He knew it was a bad idea but he didn't care.
It got out of hand quickly. When Jungkook had told him to 'shut him up' in that obscenely deep and needy voice Yoongi lost his mind a bit. His hand was around Jungkook's neck and pushing him into the bed in a moment, his fantasy from the previous night come true. That could have been really embarrassing but it wasn't because Jungkook was obviously affected by it. His sounds were much quieter now but Yoongi could hear the now quiet moan that came from him when he grabbed him by the throat. Yoongi didn't know what was hotter; the act of holding Jungkook down or how much he liked it.
Since they'd already been here once before, Yoongi didn't feel the need to be embarrassed or try to hold back which was good because he probably couldn't. Because he was already so damn close to coming from that alone when Jungkook reached up and bit him. Damn, Jungkook had picked up on the fact that he had liked that last night, huh? He would have been more embarrassed by that if he hadn't just been so aroused by it. The delightful press of pain against his skin as he worked himself was enough to have him at the edge.
He was dangerously close to coming himself when Jungkook did, sinking his teeth into Yoongi the whole time. Jungkook had quite the balls because he then leaned up and bit him on the neck. Yoongi wouldn't have been bold enough to try that but he was glad Jungkook was because….damn…
Pain exploded along his skin as Jungkook's teeth sunk into his skin. He'd come embarrassingly fast; like pretty much instantly. The mixture of pain and pleasure and Jungkook's closeness was a lethal combination. Fuck….that was a good orgasm…..
Yoongi shook his head at the memory; he could feel it making him hot in the dark and that was the last thing he needed. It was nice; he was big enough to admit that. He could even admit to himself that he had been aroused by Jungkook. But none of that really mattered; this couldn't continue. It had been fun and hot as hell but it couldn't keep going on. It was Jungkook, after all. They'd go home after all of this and things would be back to normal; that was the only way it could be.
Yoongi got up and went to the bathroom, deciding there was no point in trying to go back to sleep when it was so close to time to get up anyway. When he passed the large mirror in the hotel bathroom he saw it.
Holy shit….that was one of the biggest bruises he'd ever seen…..
He had a huge, purple and blue bruise splashed across the side of his neck where Jungkook had bitten him. There was no amount of makeup that would cover that up.
Shit…..
Yoongi raced out of the bathroom and to his suitcase, praying he had a hoodie packed in there that would hopefully cover up that monstrosity. If anyone saw it they would instantly notice and ask him about it and there was no explanation for it other than the truth.
Yoongi breathed a sigh of relief when he found a hoodie in the bottom of his suitcase. How ironic that it was stuffed underneath his discarded jizz covered clothes from the past two nights. Thankfully, it was clean and he pulled it over his head, feeling his cheeks blushing.
Yoongi made sure the hood covered up the damage and was doing his best to act normal as the others began to wake up. Thankfully everyone was tired and a little hungover so they didn't pay him much attention. Well, except for Jungkook…..as soon as he woke up his eyes searched the room for him when he noticed that the bed was empty. He looked like a lost little puppy, his eyes big and round and piecing Yoongi like an x-ray. Yoongi quickly looked away. He'd been so consumed with the overwhelming thoughts of how he felt about all of this that he hadn't given a thought to how Jungkook might be feeling about the situation. He'd just assumed that Jungkook was hopelessly horny most of the time, that he just needed to get off and Yoongi was convenient for the situation. But now…..damn…..Jungkook looked attached.
Yoongi felt a wave of heat and to his horror, longing at the thought. Yoongi shook his head and forced himself to pack his bag. Jungkook could just get himself unattached to him. He had to; there was no possibility of doing what they had been doing in the future.
It was a thousand degrees in the plane on the way home and Yoongi was forced to sweat in his hoodie, covering up his bruise. The heat made him feel anxious and annoyed; he was just in general so out of sorts. But he had to admit that part of him kind of liked the wound; when he touched it, it still stung, the pain a reminder that everything last night had actually happened.
Once they get back home things go back to normal. Well, kind of normal…..It's normal in the sense that he and Jungkook aren't sharing a bed anymore and they therefore don't mess around anymore. The bruise on Yoongi's neck takes forever to go away and even though it takes gobs of foundation every day to cover it up, he's sad when it fades away. He realizes that's fucking stupid but now it seems as if he really has to get over whatever this weird thing he's feeling is.
Except…..he can't. He keeps thinking about those nights with Jungkook and every time he does it still brings a wave of heat rushing through his body. It shouldn't have been as intimate as it all was; it shouldn't have inspired feelings but it did. Yoongi realizes now that it was stupid, so very stupid to have done it because now that he's seen Jungkook aroused and needy and felt his mouth on him he can't unsee and feel those things. He wants to do it again and he definitely wants more. He wants to touch Jungkook for real; he wants to hear the sounds he makes while Yoongi touches him without having to force him to be quiet.
All of this pent up arousal and want and need brings another conflicting emotion; guilt. He's known Jungkook since he was barely more than a kid; he's like a brother to him. Wanting him this way feels so wrong; he feels dirty. He suspects strongly that Jungkook wants to do it again; he's pretty sure Jungkook wouldn't turn him away if he gave into his feelings. But that only makes it worse; Yoongi feels like he has to the older, more responsible one. There's no way they could ever have that kind of relationship.
He and Jungkook don't exactly avoid each other but there's a definite divide there. Yoongi doesn't trust himself to be alone with Jungkook so he makes sure they are never in the same room together alone. They barely speak to each other and they never touch unless they have to while dancing. And then it's super awkward; heat rushing through their bodies from the slightest touch while they try not to look at each other and pretend to act normal.
One night Yoongi hears Jungkook's moans through wall. It seems so foreign to him now that there was a time not so long ago that he heard those sounds as Jungkook touched himself and actually laughed about it. Because now when he hears it, he lays in bed, his body positively humming with need. He dares to wonder if Jungkook is thinking of him while he's touching himself and making all of those dirty, delicious noises.
Yoongi can't hurt anyone but himself by indulging so he reaches his hand into his pants and begins to pump himself, fast and furious. He hadn't done it since that night with Jungkook and his body is so taut with need it feels like he could break. He was purposely holding off; telling himself that he needed to let his feelings with Jungkook pass before he could let himself give in to pleasuring himself so that he didn't give into those dangerous thoughts. But now that it's clear those feelings aren't going away, Yoongi gives in.
It feels so damn good and that's all he wants to focus on for a few minutes. That and of course the sound of Jungkook's moaning coming through the walls. As he listens to him, Yoongi let's himself imagine that it's Jungkook touching him instead of himself. He comes in an embarrassingly short time.
As he lies there coming down from his orgasm, Yoongi listens for Jungkook's moans through the wall but he's quiet now too. Now that he's come, Yoongi is overwhelmed by the strong feelings of loneliness and wishing Jungkook was there next to him to hold him. He'd hoped that doing it with Jungkook, even separated by a wall, would make him feel somehow connected to him. But it didn't; he just felt dirty and cheap.
It goes on like this painfully for weeks until late one hot, summer night. Yoongi couldn't sleep; his mind wouldn't shut down. And on top of that he was painfully aroused but he refused to give in to for some reason. How ironic that he'd teased Jungkook for this very thing and yet here he was, unable to sleep without a good night jerk off.
Eventually he gave up and got up; it was nearly three in the morning. He went to the kitchen to get something to drink on his way to watch television. He was not expecting to run into anyone at this hour; especially not Jungkook.
Heat rushed through Yoongi's body along with panic. He'd been so careful to avoid being alone with Jungkook and now he was alone with him in the middle of the night, sweating from the exertion of holding himself back from rushing over and touching him. Because seriously…..Jungkook was barely dressed. His tiny tank top showed every bit of his strong biceps and he was wearing those ridiculous tropical shorts he'd bought at the beach…..the ones that were clearly about three sizes too small for him. If he leaned over, Yoongi was sure that half his ass cheeks would be showing; he didn't know how they possibly contained his impressively big dick. He was just standing there eating ice cream out of the container, lit up by the light from the refrigerator. He had to get out of here…..
Yoongi was turning around and about ready to flee from the kitchen when Jungkook noticed him.
"Couldn't sleep either?" Jungkook asked, friendly, behind him. He sounded so normal…..so much like they hadn't been barely speaking for weeks.
Yoongi didn't trust himself but he didn't want to be rude either. He felt like he was sweating everywhere; his body trembled with nerves and energy. He tried to smile.
"Yeah, it's too damn hot to sleep" Yoongi said as he reached a shaky hand into the refrigerator to get a bottle of water. Yeah it was sure hot…..he was too hot to sleep.
Yoongi leaned up against the counter at a respectable distance from Jungkook and his hot pants. Jungkook kept eating the ice cream; big heaping spoons of it that he popped into his mouth before slowly dragging the spoon out of his mouth and across his tongue. He had to be doing it on purpose, right? Heat flooded through Yoongi's body, imagining that tongue and those lips running across his fevered skin.
"All that sugar isn't going to help you sleep" Yoongi said, uncomfortable, trying to laugh, wanting to sound as if that was really the reason Jungkook should stop eating it and not because it was making Yoongi feel like he was about to spontaneously combust.
"Yeah, you're probably right" Jungkook agreed, "But it helps with the heat."
Yoongi couldn't help himself from watching as Jungkook scooped up another lump of ice cream and put it into his mouth; Yoongi swore that he drug the spoon out even slower, a few drops of ice cream dripping onto his lower lip.
Yoongi was about to make an excuse and flee the room when Jungkook left his spot and in an instant he was standing right before him. Yoongi's heart felt like it leapt from his chest into his throat. He was close…..so close. His face was inches from Yoongi's, his eyes full of intense heat. His body was pressed gently against Yoongi's and he could feel the outline of Jungkook's half hard dick through those ridiculous pants against his leg. It was all Yoongi could do to not reach out and touch him; he gripped the counter with white knuckles. He was so fucked…
"Want some?" Jungkook whispered, his voice low and deep as he reached a spoon of ice cream toward Yoongi's mouth.
Yoongi took the spoon hesitantly into his mouth; aware that Jungkook was watching his eyes move. How could he not be? He was literally inches away. A shiver went through his body at the contrasting cold of the strawberry ice cream on his tongue and the heat in the rest of his body.
"Good isn't it?" Jungkook asked, pulling the spoon slowly out of Yoongi's mouth getting a bite for himself. Yoongi was so damn aroused that even this felt sexual.
When Jungkook gave him another spoonful, Yoongi had his mouth open, waiting for it this time. It was not lost on him that Jungkook stared at his open mouth for several long seconds before forcing the spoon in.
This painfully charged exchanged went on for a few minutes. Back and forth, back and forth…..all the while he was aware of Jungkook's dick pressed into his leg and his breath blowing hot on his face. When Jungkook pulled the spoon out this time, Yoongi couldn't resist the pink droplets that were sliding down his chin.
"How do you always manage to be so sloppy with your food?" Yoongi asked in a whisper. He didn't give Jungkook a chance to answer the rhetorical question. He reached his finger up, sliding it across Jungkook's chin, scooping up the mess before sliding his finger through Jungkook's plump lips and into his mouth. He knew he was asking for it at this point; his overexerted self-control was waning fast.
Jungkook immediately slipped his lips around Yoongi's finger and began to suck on it. Yoongi could hear a moan vibrate through his closed mouth as his tongue wrapped around Yoongi's finger, sucking on it with wet, hot heat. Yoongi couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have his dick wrapped up in those sensations instead of his finger. He had to bite back a whimper as heat rushed to his lap. One of Jungkook's thighs was pressed dangerously close there and Yoongi wondered if he noticed.
Jungkook licked and sucked on Yoongi's finger long after the ice cream was gone. When Yoongi finally pulled his finger out of Jungkook's mouth, his eyes popped open. His eyes were heavy, drunk with need as he looked at Yoongi with a little whimper at the lack of contact. He seemed to debate internally for a moment before he dropped the ice cream and spoon on the counter and gripped Yoongi's shoulders hard, desperate.
"Yoongi" Jungkook whined, dragging out his name slow and needy, leaning in toward his ear, "Put me to sleep…..please."
And as if there was any doubt to what Jungkook meant, he leaned forward so his now fully hard dick was pressed into his leg.
Yoongi was not a saint; there was no way he could possibly refuse such forwardness. His hands came to grip Jungkook's hips tightly, pulling him somehow even closer to himself so every curve of their bodies fit together, hot and trembling with need.
His face was still pressed against Jungkook's his lips against Yoongi's ear. Jungkook ran his tongue tentatively along Yoongi's ear. The gentle, hot touch made a shudder run throughout his whole body. Jungkook was finally, finally touching him; he could finally touch him back. Maybe it was wrong; maybe he should have said no. But he simply couldn't anymore.
Yoongi turned his head and caught Jungkook's lips in a hard, biting kiss. He'd been thinking constantly about Jungkook's dick but he didn't realize until this moment how much he'd wanted to actually kiss him. His lips were as soft and plump as they looked; they pressed slowly against Yoongi's for a second before he was moving fast and furious. It only took the very gentle press of Yoongi's tongue against his lips for him to open his mouth and admit Yoongi entrance. He took in the slide of his tongue against Jungkook's before he was pressing harder and harder, trying to take in more and more of Jungkook.
He was jolted slightly when Jungkook broke their kiss, panting and gasping. He didn't have long to worry about it; Jungkook's lips instantly attached to his neck, biting and sucking a path down the side of his neck. Yoongi's fingers dug into Jungkook's hips; he was literally trembling. The pain that stung along his skin fueled the desire shaking his whole body. His hips reflexively pushed forward, pressing into Jungkook's thigh and making him whimper.
Jungkook seemed to take this an invination. As Jungkook took a large bit of Yoongi's skin between his teeth, he began to rut against Yoongi's leg. Hard….fast…..Jungkook was moaning and panting, only muffled slightly by Yoongi's skin. Yoongi was so hard and desperate; he sought the same kind of contact. After a little bit of sloppy fumbling Yoongi's dick was pressed against Jungkook's thigh and began to rut against him. His head fell back as a moan escaped his mouth; how could that possibly feel so good? Even through the layers of clothes, the sensation sent waves of pleasure through him. Jungkook took advantage of Yoongi's more open neck, biting up it before licking down it slowly.
Even through Yoongi's desire he could sense Jungkook was getting close to coming. He was moving so hard and fast against Yoongi's leg he wasn't surprised; he could hear the shortness in his breaths, the moans getting more whining. Yoongi didn't want him to come yet. He threw caution to the wind.
He pulled himself away from Jungkook long enough to grab him by the arms and turn him around. Jungkook whimpered pitifully as Yoongi pulled away. Yoongi could see his hips reflex forward at the loss of contact. He actually pouted; pink, plush lip stuck out.
Yoongi pressed Jungkook into the counter, leaning in toward his ear. "I want to touch you," Yoongi whispered in ear, panting breath against his skin. He wanted to wrap his fingers around that huge dick he couldn't get out of his mind; he wanted to make him come. But he had to know if was okay; this was going to change things.
The sound that came from Jungkook's mouth should have been illegal. A little, whining whimper that sounded innocent but was anything but. "Yes, hyung….please" Jungkook moaned, wiggling underneath Yoongi's strong hold against him.
As worried as Yoongi had been lately about how he should be responsible enough to not give into these feelings, he would have thought the 'hyung' would have put him off but it didn't. It actually had the opposite effect. It made him feel like Jungkook really trusted him.
Yoongi let his hands run along the side of Jungkook's body before they came to rest on his hips. He hooked his fingers underneath the hem and pulled his underwear and shorts down at the same time. With a little difficulty; they were so damn tight. Jungkook moaned, his face scrunching up in so much pleasure he actually looked pained as his dick sprang from the confines of his clothes. Yoongi wrapped his fingers around Jungkook's length and began to pump it hard and fast. Precum had already started to leak out of the tip and Yoongi ran his thumb across the wet tip. Jungkook's face fell forward into Yoongi's shoulder, half biting him and half muffling the sound of his moans into his skin.
Yoongi pressed his body more into Jungkook's, confining him against the counter; not enough to hurt but enough for him to feel as if he couldn't move as Yoongi stroked him. Yoongi's own dick ached from neglect but he was too focused on Jungkook to pay it attention. He was too focused on how Jungkook's dick felt, huge and hard in his hand, how his teeth felt as they bit into Yoongi's skin, sounds of his moans vibrating across his skin. He was too busy watching Jungkook's face, drawn in complete pleasure all because of Yoongi's ministrations.
Jungkook was close; his moans and gasping breaths were nearly insensible. How he found the ability to speak at all was surprising really.
"Yoongi…..wanna….touch….you too" Jungkook breathed, opening his eyes for a moment to look at Yoongi with heavy, lust filled eyes.
Yoongi's dick gave a twitch in his pants; he was desperate to be touched. "Do it" Yoongi said, his voice deep and desperate as he felt, releasing his pressure on Jungkook's body so he could reach him. Jungkook pushed his shorts down with shaky fingers. They fell to his ankles as Jungkook's hands grabbed his ass, squeezing tight and earning a surprised gasp of breath from Yoongi. Jungkook was openly staring down at him; despite the situation they were already in Yoongi felt a blush color his cheeks. He wasn't as big as Jungkook but you wouldn't know it by the lust filled way he was looking at him. When Jungkook wrapped his fingers around him and began to pump him, Yoongi had to bite his lip to keep from letting the curses springing from him be too loud.
It was really a toss-up between who was going to come first this time; Yoongi felt embarrassingly close the second that Jungkook touched him, moving with the perfect speed and pressure as if he already how Yoongi liked it. He'd been pent up for so long, so deeply, achingly desperate for Jungkook it would be hard to hold on for long. Each stroke along his dick sent shockwaves of pleasure through his whole body. Even though he could barely breathe as it was, he leaned in toward Jungkook's mouth and captured his lips in a deep, frantic kiss as he matched Jungkook's speed as he worked him. He could feel the moans from Jungkook's mouth hum across his tongue.
Jungkook bit Yoongi's lip hard as he came, his head falling back as he moaned so loudly Yoongi had to cover his mouth with his free hand for fear the others would wake up. Yoongi was torn between watching Jungkook's face, thrown back and drawn in such obvious, deep pleasure, and watching his dick, spilling come all over Yoongi's hand as he came. The only thing that kept him from coming himself right then and there was that Jungkook's movement on him had stilled as his orgasm washed over him.
Jungkook was panting and shaking as he came down from his orgasm; Yoongi let his hands go to his hips, holding him as his legs shook weakly. Seeing Jungkook this completely ruined, looking so completed fucked out was intoxicating. While Yoongi was still studying every emotion that passed across Jungkook's face, he felt his hand began to move quickly around Yoongi's dick. He bit his lip hard, fingers squeezing Jungkook's hips tightly.
The heat was pooling in his stomach, deep and strong. He knew Jungkook was watching him as intently as he had been watching him, wanting to see what he looked when he came unraveled underneath his touch. Normally that would be enough to make him shy or nervous but not now; he wanted Jungkook to see how deeply he was affecting him.
So Yoongi let go completely, his usual need for control dissolving. He didn't try to hold back his whimpers or panting; he let every sound come out as it needed to. He didn't try to make his face a mask to hide how he was really feeling; he let his need and arousal be completely written across his face. And he didn't try to hold back from coming. He hadn't even realized he'd been trying to stop it until he made a conscious effort to let go and he was coming almost immediately.
And it felt like falling…..in the best way possible. His orgasm washed over him fast and hard, Jungkook wrapped his free arm around his back and holding onto him while still pumping him fast through his orgasm. Pleasure exploded through his body, his head getting dizzy with relief as he spilled come all over Jungkook's hand.
He was shaking just as much as Jungkook had been when he finished; he was still panting hard when his eyes found Jungkook's. Yoongi was worried it might be a little awkward now that they had both come. In the kitchen of all places, their pants around their ankles, come splattered everywhere; it was a bit ridiculous. But almost at once Jungkook wiped his hand across his shirt so he could reach out and grab Yoongi's face between his hands and pull him to himself for a slow, lingering kiss that made Yoongi's toes curl despite everything that had just happened. It made Yoongi feel as if he were floating; floating away on a cloud of happiness. Normally he didn't go for such gushy, romantic sentiments but that's exactly how he felt.
When they broke apart from the kiss, Jungkook pressed his forehead against Yoongi's breathing warm, strawberry scented breath against his skin. Yoongi wrapped his arms around Jungkook, pulling him close.
"I've been thinking about doing that ever since we were at the beach" Jungkook admitted. He bit his lip, his cheeks flushing a little pink at his confession.
The idea made Yoongi shiver a bit; he was thrilled at the idea that as he'd be pulsing with need for the past few weeks, Jungkook had been doing the same.
"Me too" Yoongi admitted. "I've been avoiding you because I didn't trust myself…didn't trust myself not to touch you."
Jungkook grinned, obviously pleased with Yoongi's confession. "You can touch me now….all you want" Jungkook said, his words still deep.
Yoongi did just that because why the hell not? He let his hands roam all along Jungkook's arms, back, chest, stomach, grazing his spent dick as he kissed a moan from Jungkook's mouth. "This is crazy, isn't it?" Jungkook asked with a nervous, excited laugh when they broke apart, holding Yoongi's face tightly in his hands.
That's what Yoongi had been worrying about all along; that the idea of being with Jungkook like this was crazy. Crazy in the sense that it couldn't possibly end well. It was crazy…..but crazy in the best sense of the word.
"It is" Yoongi agreed with a smile before he leaned in and kissed Jungkook deeply again.