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Jungkook had made Yoongi swear it didn’t bother him.
Yoongi had done it, and he’d been honest. It didn’t bother him. It was Jungkook’s body and it was gorgeous. He was allowed to do with it whatever he wanted and all that really mattered was that Jungkook was okay with it.
It didn’t bother Yoongi. Really.
At least usually it didn’t. It didn’t bother him during the MV filming when Jungkook lifted his shirt in front of the entire crew. He didn’t care when Jungkook showed his body at rehearsals and stage recordings. The only time he really felt something like disdain curl in his chest was when they were backstage after their performance at the BBMAs. Suddenly it felt like everyone there was looking at Jungkook with an overwhelming sense of lust, like they were trying to undress him with their eyes now that they had gotten a peek, and it damn near drove Yoongi insane.
Jungkook didn’t even seem to notice. He was happy, glowing, so incredibly beautiful and naïve, unaware of all the inappropriate things people were thinking about him. Yoongi felt like each of them was a needle in his own skin. Maybe it was jealousy induced paranoia, but all he wanted was to get Jungkook out of there.
He turned down all the offers for afterparties they got, speaking over Namjoon unapologetically and getting more than a few confused looks from his members and other artists alike. He led the way back to their hotel, claiming to be tired, even though he was buzzing with energy and more alert than ever.
Getting back to the hotel took less than 30 minutes- record timing- and the closer they got to being in private, the better Yoongi felt. Once in the hotel, they headed for Yoongi’s room, as it had a snack bar, and started a Vlive. Honestly, Yoongi could have gone without that too, but after a few minutes of his friends just goofing off and talking to the camera, he found himself relaxing more and more. Jungkook was right next to him, safe, whole, completely dressed, away from malicious stares.
Once the live ended, they all filed out of Yoongi’s room, telling him to get some rest if he’s so tired he sabotaged their chances of going to any afterparties. The only one who stayed behind was Jungkook. His expression was worried.
“Hyung, are you okay?” he asked, toying with one of his piercings nervously.
“Yeah, Jungkook, I just-“ Yoongi cut himself off, realizing he couldn’t just keep quiet about this. He wanted to talk to Jungkook about it. It did bother him. “You have no idea how many people were looking at you like they wanted to eat you back there, do you?”
“Huh?” Jungkook cocked his head to the side, clearly confused, as Yoongi started towards him.
“You’re so innocent, Kook.” Jungkook looked a bit miffed by this, but stood his ground until Yoongi stopped right in front of him. “I know I said I was okay with it if you are, but I don’t think I can take people looking at you like that.”
“Is this about- oh my god…” A small smile split Jungkook’s lips as he looked down at Yoongi. “Hyung, you’re jealous!”
“Call it what you want, bunny boy, but this,” Yoongi slurred as he grabbed the front of Jungkook’s shirt and pulled him closer, “stays down. You’re not flashing anymore people, understand?”
Yoongi had to tip his head back a little to meet Jungkook’s eyes at this proximity, and the younger liked to boast his height, but right now Jungkook’s eyes were wide, lips parted just slightly, and Yoongi knew that look. Jungkook was already gone.
Swallowing dryly, with obvious effort to keep his voice steady, Jungkook spoke. “That’s not okay, hyung. You can’t forbid me from-“
“Just shut up,” Yoongi sighed before he tugged Jungkook in for a kiss by the collar of his shirt.
There was no easing into it. The kiss started out rough from the moment their lips collided. This wasn’t how Jungkook liked it. He preferred slow and sensual kissing- gentle, lazy- not this. But Yoongi couldn’t stop himself. Right off the bat, he forced Jungkook’s mouth open, bit his lip, licked along his teeth, and all the younger could do was moan quietly, desperately tugging at Yoongi’s hair to get him to slow down.
“Ah- hyung! C-careful!” he gasped as Yoongi started backing him into the bed, biting his lip again. “Ow, fuck!”
“Sorry,” Yoongi breathed against his lips. He felt Jungkook sway backwards when the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed and wrapped an arm around his waist to steady him. “I’m sorry, Kook,” he said in between kisses, slowing down, giving Jungkook room to breathe. “I’m sorry that- that I feel so possessive right now, but I do, and… I need you.”
“Hyung…” Jungkook’s voice sounded uncertain, worried, and his hands moved from Yoongi’s hair to his neck and cheek. “You don’t need to feel like this. You know I’m yours.” Yoongi stared into his starry eyes and felt his heart melt at the words.
He kissed Jungkook again, sealing their lips together and pushing the younger backwards until he sat down on the mattress, Yoongi going down with him. The kiss broke a few times; they lost contact as they shifted around, but as soon as they were settled with Jungkook flat on his back and Yoongi leaning over him on all fours they were kissing again. Jungkook had eased it into something milder, hands cupping Yoongi’s face and setting the pace, as Yoongi’s own hand slid under his shirt, making Kook shiver slightly.
He was sensitive, so sensitive. His muscles tensed under Yoongi’s touch. Even the softest brush of skin when they were like this made Jungkook squirm and sigh, and Yoongi was always in awe. He swallowed the quiet sounds Jungkook made as he caressed the younger’s side, lifting his shirt up to expose his front.
Jungkook was especially beautiful here. And now everyone knew that.
Yoongi was aware that he shouldn’t feel this way, knew he had no reason to feel this way, but he wanted the world to know Jungkook was his.
He broke the kiss, eliciting a whine of protest from Kook, and just hovered over him for a second, half to catch his breath and half to enjoy the view. Jungkook was already looking wrecked- sweating, flushed, and rumpled, all from Yoongi’s touch.
“You’re amazing,” Yoongi panted, sitting back on Jungkook’s thighs and starting to unbutton the younger’s shirt. “So gorgeous, Kook.”
“Hyung, stop it! Y-you’re embarrassing me!” Jungkook hid his face with his hands as Yoongi worked the buttons undone slowly up to his collar. He peeked out once Yoongi was done, then hid again when he saw the older taking in his naked chest and abdomen. “Don’t look at me like that,” he said into his hands quietly.
“Like what?”
“Just stop!”
“Stop what, Jungkook?”
“Staring at me!”
“Should I look away?”
“Wha- no!”
“Hm?”
“I mean… Just kiss me, will you? Please?”
“Of course, baby.”
And Yoongi leaned down to kiss Jungkook, but not where the younger was expecting him to. Kook yelped when he felt Yoongi’s mouth on his nipple, sighed beautifully when Yoongi flattened his tongue against it, and arched off the bed when Yoongi started sucking gently. So sensitive, Yoongi thought.
Jungkook had one of his hands weakly fisted in Yoongi’s hair, tugging lightly and making Yoongi hum at the pleasant feeling, thus making himself moan. It sounded suspiciously muffled though, and, knowing how shy Jungkook got sometimes, Yoongi blindly reached up and tugged Kook’s hand away from his mouth.
“Let your voice out,” Yoongi rasped as he moved to Jungkook’s other nipple, pressing the one hand to the mattress to keep the younger from trying to hide his moans again. If Yoongi was being completely honest, the sounds Jungkook made were half his fun. “Be as loud as you want,” he said and sucked the pink knob into his mouth.
“Ah, fuck-“ Jungkook hissed sharply. It then morphed into a broken moan, accompanied by a buck of Jungkook’s hips that didn’t quite manage to reach Yoongi’s crotch. “Hyung! Hyung, I’m…”
Yoongi pulled away to look at the younger. “What is it? You okay?”
“No!” Jungkook moaned. “I’m so hard, it hurts, I-“
“You are?” Yoongi asked, surprised, and looked down only to find an obvious tent in Jungkook’s tight pants. “Already? Does hyung make you feel that good, Kook?”
“Ye-“ Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat, “yeah. Wanna come, hyung, please…”
The words hit Yoongi like a brick in the face. He was ready to give Jungkook just about anything right at that second, but he stopped himself, thought about what more he could do with this. A devious idea crossed his mind and he placed both of his hands on the younger’s waist.
“Of course, baby boy. But can you come just like this?” he asked, demonstrating what he had in mind by leaning down and licking a stripe up the younger’s sternum. Jungkook took in a ragged breath and Yoongi smiled, proud that he was able to make a mess of Jungkook with so little effort.
“B-but…” Jungkook stuttered. He apparently decided actions were better than words and instead of finishing, he ground up, pressing their crotches together.
They both moaned brokenly, Yoongi practically seeing white and pressing his forehead to the middle of Jungkook’s chest to collect himself. His skin was warm and supple and Yoongi could feel the faint thump of his rapid heartbeat. Once the blinding wave of arousal had subsided, the older looked up at Jungkook.
“That-“ he breathed, “was bad. Do you want me to come in my pants?”
Jungkook gave him a lopsided smile. “That would be cute,” he snickered.
“Oh, you little brat.” Yoongi tightened his grip on Jungkook’s waist, making the younger shift and squirm underneath him. “Do you want to come or don’t you? Should I just leave you to take care of it by yourself?”
Realistically, Yoongi would never do that. He knew he was entirely incapable of leaving Jungkook alone when he was like this. But the threat was worth it to see Jungkook’s expression turn from mischievous amusement to a distressed pout.
“Then touch me,” Jungkook whined piteously, hands suddenly coming up to tug at Yoongi’s shirt.
Yoongi smiled and complied, taking the offending piece of clothing off. He felt the younger’s hands trail up his front and shivered a bit, ticklish. Jungkook laughed quietly and settled for gripping Yoongi’s shoulders and pulling him down for a kiss. Yoongi realized too late the kiss was just a cover for Jungkook’s true intentions as the younger began grinding into him, pressing their clothed erections together and making them both moan.
“Shit!” Yoongi spat, breaking the kiss and pulling away. “Here’s how we’re gonna do this.” He wouldn’t last long if Jungkook kept doing that and that just wouldn’t do. He was switching gears. “You,” he said, moving to kneel between Jungkook’s legs, “are going to do whatever I tell you to do.” He made quick work of Kook’s jeans’ button and zipper and started tugging them off swiftly. “You’re gonna take what I give you and not whine about it. You understand?”
Jungkook looked at him uncertainly as the older threw his jeans somewhere to the side, but finally nodded. “O-okay.”
Yoongi squeezed the inside of his thigh, smiling smugly, and then got off the bed.
“Huh- Hyung?” Jungkook questioned, distressed, and sat up to watch Yoongi make over to his suitcase and start rummaging through it. A few seconds later Yoongi was back on the bed with a bottle of lube in hand. He leaned down to kiss Jungkook and pushed the bottle into his hand.
“Open yourself up,” he rasped, pulling back once again and sitting on the edge of the bed, leaving a confused Jungkook staring between him and the bottle in his hand.
“B-but I-“ he stuttered, face flushing redder by the second.
“Listen to hyung and don’t be shy.” Yoongi got up off the mattress again and observed Jungkook’s half naked form. “I want you to do as you’re told and you’ll be rewarded at the end, okay? I won’t make you do anything you don’t like.”
He placed a hand on Jungkook’s head and ran his fingers through the soft brown locks of hair, until the younger relaxed and sighed a content “okay”. Yoongi then promptly turned around and went over to the couch on the other end of the room where he sat down unceremoniously and fixed his gaze on the blushing Kook.
“Now,” he said, quiet, intimate, soft, but commanding, “get on your knees and turn to the side just a bit. A bit more. That’s right. I want to have a perfect view.” Jungkook obeyed, though still a bit unsure and shy. “Take off your underwear. Don’t touch yourself.” Jungkook’s underwear was tossed gingerly to the edge of the bed, leaving his hard on straining against his stomach, head red and leaking. Kook’s breathing became more and more labored as he fisted the sheets, trying to keep from grabbing his length and disobeying Yoongi. “Open the bottle. Use a lot. That’s right, baby. Good.”
Yoongi felt a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, but tried hard to fight it off. He didn’t want to throw Jungkook off so he pressed the knuckles of his hand to his mouth and observed. The younger poured a generous amount of the gooey substance all over his palm and fingers, spreading it around and warming it. Yoongi could feel himself now fully hard in his pants.
“Go on. One finger first,” he said, voice even and seeming unimpressed on the outside, as opposed to how hot he was actually feeling on the inside. Jungkook reached back around himself, back straightening and arching as he used his clean hand to spread himself and pressed one slicked up finger to his entrance. He gasped at the feeling and Yoongi swallowed, watching the younger’s chest heave, shirt slipping off one shoulder slightly.
“Look at me. I want to see your face, Jungkook,” Yoongi said, no longer able to keep the ragged note out of his voice. “Fuck, let me look at you.”
Jungkook looked at him through his lashes, eyes lidded with arousal and gleaming. “H-hyung,” he muttered. “Can you- can you at least turn off the lights?”
Yoongi couldn’t help his smirk this time. “How am I supposed to see you like that, Kook?” Jungkook let out a small sound like a whimper, ducking his head to hide his face bashfully. “Okay. It’s just me and you here, don’t worry.”
He got up and felt the sting of his cockhead rubbing against his underwear and jeans. He was so hard.
Yoongi took a second to breathe and get his bearings as Jungkook kneeled frozen on the bed, observing him timidly and waiting for his next move. Yoongi started towards the door, slow and tense. It was fucking hard walking with an erection and the knowledge that Jungkook was watching him was seriously affecting Yoongi. Finally he reached to door of the hotel room and glanced at Jungkook before flipping off the lights.
Suddenly, the whole room was submerged in darkness. Only a dull yellow glow filter through the windows and illuminated the planes of Jungkook’s body just barely. It highlighted his strong arms, toned abdomen, and muscular thighs which were constricting and trembling, maybe from exertion the position caused him; maybe from anticipating Yoongi’s next move.
After taking a few moments to appreciate the view, Yoongi came to the conclusion that this lighting wouldn’t be enough. He wanted to have a clear view of all the things Jungkook was going to do for him. he wanted to revel in the sculpture-esque beauty of the younger’s body and to know that he had it all to himself.
With significantly less effort than earlier, Yoongi made over to the side of the bed, a burst of dopamine pushing him to work faster. He kept his eyes on Jungkook as he stopped next to him and turned on the nightlight. Once the soft light illuminated the space around them and Yoongi could see, he realized Jungkook hadn’t moved an inch since Yoongi had gotten up from the couch. He was stuck in the pose Yoongi had instructed him to take, hands on his backside, spreading himself open, some lube that had gotten on his skin making it glisten enticingly.
A hot wave of delight washed over Yoongi as he stepped right up to Jungkook on the side of the bed and smirked when the muscles on Jungkook’s back tensed, goosebumps erupting all over his arms.
“H-hyung, what are you-“
“What a good boy,” Yoongi drawled. “So obedient for me, aren’t you?” He slowly traced a finger down the line of Jungkook’s spine, observing it arch like a bowstring ready to snap as his touch trailed lower. Jungkook’s breath was one long shaky inhale, until Yoongi’s hand stopped, restricted by the shirt hanging loosely off the younger’s shoulders, and it turned into a soft whimper. So, so sensitive.
“Hyung, t-touch me! Please!” Jungkook breathed raggedly, pushing back into Yoongi’s touch, but the older dropped his hand away. Jungkook whined. “Hyung!”
“I will, baby boy,” he assured as he left Jungkook’s side and made back towards the couch. Before he sat down he thought to close the curtains too. “I promise I’ll touch you later. But now I want you to touch yourself.” After taking a seat again, he fixed Jungkook with a hungry look and undid the button of his jeans. He made no further move to free his aching cock, but the simple action was enough to make Jungkook, who was watching Yoongi like a hawk, shiver full-body. “Go on now. Get started.”
Jungkook dry swallowed once, fluttered his lashes twice, and took a deep breath before pushing a slicked up finger inside himself. His face twisted and a strained sound fell from his lips. Slowly he pushed in almost to the knuckle and sighed.
“Take your time. Adjust to it,” Yoongi said, palming over his crotch lightly, enough to stimulate, but nothing more.
Jungkook shifted a bit, first his hips, then the digit he had inside all while his breathing was getting more and more laboured. “Hyung,” he whispered, not really addressing Yoongi, but rather using it as a substitute for a curse.
“Start moving and add another when you think you’re ready for it. Okay?”
Kook immediately started pumping his finger in and out, eager for some friction, something to get off on. “Ow,” he panted, starting to rock forward slightly so his flushed, leaking cock occasionally brushed against his thighs. “Ah!” A minute later Jungkook was pushing another digit in and letting out a long moan at the stretch Yoongi knew he was feeling.
“That’s it. Good, go on,” Yoongi encouraged, voice sounding more gravelly than he’d expected. He was really starting to feel the negative effects of being hard with little to no stimulation for so long. “Shit!” he hissed as he unzipped and the slight friction made his dick jump. “Yes, Kook, you look amazing, baby.”
Jungkook whined at the words, thrusting his fingers in and out as far as he could reach. “I’m…I-“ he stammered, unable to string together a coherent thought. “Th-third…”
“Third one already, baby boy? You’re so eager,” Yoongi rasped and then moaned as he grabbed himself through the fabric of his underwear. “God, fuck, you look so good, over there, all by yourself.” Jungkook’s responding whimper as he pushed the third digit in made Yoongi laugh breathily. “Amazing,” he panted. Finally he pushed his clothes off and was left completely naked, erection stiff and painful.
Fisting his length, he observed Jungkook squirming on the bed with his skin flushed and shining with sweat, shirt sticking to his damp skin. Yoongi stroked a thumb over his cockhead, moaning at how good it felt, but didn’t start pumping. He had to save himself for Jungkook.
The younger’s head was thrown back, throat out on display, and hair sticking to his forehead and neck as he fingered himself enthusiastically, getting more and more desperate with each time he thrust in and struggled to reach. “Ah, h-hyung, please… I can’t!” he whined. “I want… you.”
“Fuck, dammit!” Yoongi sprang up from the couch, hard on all but forgotten for the second it took him to cross the distance to the bed. “Get this shirt off,” he practically growled, getting up on the mattress and shuffling towards Jungkook. The younger hurried to comply and, though he let out a piteous sound when he had to pull his fingers out, tore the sweat soaked shirt off immediately.
Next thing they knew, Jungkook was on his back, being pushed into the mattress as Yoongi claimed his lips hungrily. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, you drive me insane,” he rasped between kisses.
“H-hyung…hyung, please,” Jungkook said, wrapping his legs around Yoongi’s hips, willing him to give them what they both craved. “Please, I need you…”
And that was all Yoongi needed. He thrust in all at once, balls deep, so hard Jungkook screamed as his entire body hitched up higher on the bed. A few seconds felt like an hour to Yoongi while he waited for Jungkook to adjust to the fullness. The younger’s arms snaked around Yoongi’s back as he breathed in and out deeply, each exhale a whimper. He pressed a soft kiss to Yoongi’s lips as a go ahead, unable to do anything more than that, and the older began moving carefully.
Pulling out almost all the way, and then sliding back in, slow, but deep was the rhythm Yoongi established. Jungkook’s nails dug into his shoulder blades each time he bottomed out. He breathed shakily at each pull out and mewled when Yoongi brushed his prostate. He had moved from pressing gentle kisses to Yoongi’s lips to mouthing lazily under his jaw line, just breathing, moaning, and getting lost in the pleasure of how their bodies joined together.
Strings of whimpers, pants, and slurred iterations of Yoongi’s name spilled past Jungkook’s lips, complimented by the curses and words of adoration Yoongi whispered. “You’re beautiful. Amazing. So good for me. I love you,” he muttered close to the younger’s ear with every thrust in, and got a wry whimper in response each time.
Jungkook’s strong thighs tensed and squeezed around Yoongi’s waist, trembling with the effort, but not letting up and keeping them close. The longer Yoongi fucked into him, the more pliant he got, turning to putty. They were fast approaching the edge, racing even, and through the haze of sex, Yoongi’s mind supplied an idea and he stopped, much to Jungkook’s displeasure.
“Kook, baby,” he breathed heavily, “let go for a second.”
The younger did as told, though grudgingly, and unhooked his ankles from behind Yoongi’s back. As soon as he did, Yoongi pulled out completely, eliciting a sharp whine, and repositioned them. He hitched Jungkook’s legs over his shoulders and pushed back in in one swift motion. Jungkook’s voice echoed in the room, but Yoongi didn’t let him catch his breath. He thrust in and out, shifting angles until he found the spot he was looking for and aimed there until Jungkook was babbling incoherently, grasping at the sheets.
“Hyung! Yoon-gi-hyung!” he mewled, utterly gone.
Yoongi squeezed his thighs, listening to the rhythmic slap of skin on skin as he chased his release.
“Do it, baby… Come for me…” he drawled, hips stuttering in their movement and pressing flush to Jungkook’s ass one last time before he hit his climax. A long broken moan escaped him, starbursts of white blooming behind his closed eyelids. In the background of the blinding wave of pleasure, he heard Jungkook call out and suddenly he was tightening around Yoongi’s length, milking him for everything he had.
After what seemed like minutes of pure bliss, Yoongi finally came to and found himself faced with an angel. Flushed and tousle haired, Jungkook looked at him through heavy lidded eyes. His slightly parted lips quirked up in a tired smile when he noticed Yoongi looking at him.
“Hyung,” he muttered, expression blissed out and more beautiful than anything Yoongi had ever had the good grace to lay eyes on.
“How are you feeling?” Yoongi asked. Or tried to. His voice was gravel on a cheese grater.
“Good,” Jungkook sighed. “Great,” he amended, laughing, and brushed the hair out of his eyes with a hand. “How are you feeling?”
Yoongi hadn’t expected Kook to turn the question back on him, but he knew what the younger meant right away. That didn’t make it any less shameful to talk about.
“I’m sorry, Kook. I know I swore it didn’t bother me.” He paused long enough to tap Jungkook’s thigh in warning and then pull out. Nonetheless, it was still less than enjoyable for the younger. “I know jealousy is… not a good thing to have in a relationship. But I can’t really control it.”
Jungkook laid on his side, pillowing his head on his forearm, and observed Yoongi, waiting for him to continue speaking.
Under the younger’s intent stare, Yoongi felt guilty and ashamed. “I-I’m gonna go get… something,” he stammered, heading in the direction of the adjoined bathroom. “Something to, uh, clean up with, I mean.”
He spent a solid two minutes in the bathroom, trying to gather courage. Jungkook hadn’t moved when Yoongi came back.
“Hyung, we have to talk about this. Just tell me how you feel,” he said, voice used, but soft.
Yoongi sat down next to him on the bed and started cleaning him of the lube and come soiling his skin. “I did tell you. It’s like… I realize that this possessiveness is wrong, but I can’t seem to do much to stop it. And I know this is your decision and it’s hardly even that big of a deal, I mean it’s just a flash of abs, but… It does bother me when people look at you like they did after the show earlier.”
Completely unabashed by Yoongi’s ministrations, Jungkook hummed pensively. “And how do you feel right now?”
Yoongi paused. “What do you mean?”
“Do you still feel possessive and jealous?” he asked, eyes big and innocent.
Yoongi had to stop and think about it. Looking at Jungkook like this, fucked out and content, had him feeling more at ease than he had been all night. All he felt was love and happiness. Business as usual. He had never really experienced a bout of such negative feelings before when it came to his relationship with Jungkook. The younger just… made him happy.
“No, I don’t,” Yoongi said as Jungkook turned on his other side to face him.
“Then maybe this was what you needed? A little jealousy is normal in a relationship, hyung. As long as it doesn’t grow into a bigger problem. But most importantly, I don’t mind because I know you only have good intentions.” Jungkook smiled his beautiful smile full of pearly teeth, though a bit tiredly, and Yoongi felt so much fondness bubbling up in his chest. “You know I’m yours, just how I know you’re mine. But if you need a reminder after every performance… I think that can be arranged.”
Even with the idiotic grin on his lips, Yoongi couldn’t help but kiss Jungkook. It was clumsy and full of teeth, didn’t last more than a few seconds before they broke away, laughing.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
“Can’t wait!"