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when jungkook wakes that morning, it’s not to the incessant buzzing of his phone alarm, nor to the rustling of sheets as yoongi sits up before him. no, jungkook wakes up to the slightest sliver of light peeking from their blackout curtains. next to him, yoongi is still sound asleep with no signs of waking.
usually, mornings are a rushed affair for them both. the flurry of actions and objects that create them are built from the life they live together, from the scramble for the bathroom because they both hit snooze on their alarms, from the ironing board already propped up with the clothes hanging on the side, all the way to the two coffee mugs washed and ready to be filled, to the quickest of pecks shared between them that’s more habit than romantic.
today is different. today is a rare day off for both of them despite it being the middle of the work week. jungkook had secured a major contract at work and used paid time off as a reward, and yoongi had no commissions from clients to work on. ergo, no phone alarms blaring at seven in the morning, no yelling from yoongi to hurry up in the shower, no need to be careful of getting coffee stains on dress shirts.
today was a day off. today was their day off.
jungkook slips out of bed quietly, careful not to disturb yoongi, and heads for the kitchen. day off it may be, but coffee was always a necessity. equal parts sugar, instant coffee, and water, all whipped together with a milk frother and filled to the brim with milk. for fun, jungkook adds vanilla syrup. he hums in delight; he hasn’t been able to enjoy his favorite sweet coffee like this in ages. he’s just about to take another sip when he feels thin, strong arms wrap around his middle from behind, feels a warm body mold to his back.
jungkook giggles. “morning, hyung.”
yoongi just grunts, resting his chin on jungkook’s shoulder and turning his head ever so slightly to place his lips on jungkook’s bare neck.
“do you want to try my coffee? it’s yummy.”
jungkook feels the word whispered against his skin more than hears it.
“but i said it’s yummy! who cares if it’s sweet?”
yoongi opens his mouth, bites jungkook’s neck gently enough to not leave marks.
jungkook sighs. “fine. make your boring americano. have it your way.”
yoongi grunts again, but finally speaks more intelligibly. “no coffee. m’cold. wanna shower.”
jungkook takes another sip of coffee and hums. “then take one? no one’s stopping you.”
yoongi’s arms tighten around jungkook, possessive and demanding. “come with me.”
jungkook blinks and turns his head slightly to look at yoongi. “with you? into the shower?”
“where else?”
jungkook can’t help the smile that grows on his face. “oh, husband dearest. are you propositioning me this early in the morning?”
yoongi stays quiet, but lowers his hands so they play with the drawstrings of jungkook’s sweatpants.
jungkook pinches yoongi’s arm and isn’t surprised when there’s no reaction. “no,” he says firmly. “not in the shower. but... i’m down for something else later in the day. i had an idea you might like.”
yoongi doesn’t stop fiddling with jungkook’s pants, but he does bite jungkook’s neck again, this time a bit harder.
jungkook laughs. “you’ll survive, my sleepy tough guy. go on.”
yoongi grumbles, but extricates himself from jungkook’s figure. his footsteps are heavy as he makes his way to the bathroom. jungkook almost wants to call out a scolding when he spots yoongi throwing his shirt onto their couch as he passes, but decides against it. let yoongi have his silent tantrum.
a few minutes later, jungkook can hear the water running and he finishes the last sip of his coffee. after draining the cup of every last drop, he makes his way toward the bathroom himself. his clothes are removed and placed in the laundry hamper, and he quietly opens the glass door and lets himself into the shower.
yoongi notices immediately and grins widely, finally more awake. “oh? so you decided to take me up on the offer after all?”
jungkook smirks. “not quite. i told you, i have something planned for us later.”
“so why are you here?” yoongi asks, raising a brow.
“i said i wouldn’t do anything in the shower. i never said i wouldn’t be joining you at all.”
at that, yoongi’s eyes soften. he holds out an arm, reaching for jungkook but not taking the extra step to bridge the distance.
jungkook gives in easily, as he knew he would. he steps toward yoongi, closes the space between them, and gently places a kiss on yoongi’s lips. the hot water crashes down on them from above, but it doesn’t stop yoongi from smiling against jungkook’s kiss, doesn’t stop him from running his hands up jungkook’s shoulders to his head and pulling jungkook in closer toward him. he runs this tongue against the closed seam of jungkook’s lips, feels his heart beat when jungkook grants him access.
for a few minutes, their mouths move furiously, consuming each other with a heat that rivaled the water surrounding them, but just as quickly as the passion came, it disappeared. they break apart and come back together, exchanging softer, much kinder kisses that are deep, yet loving.
when yoongi finally lets go of jungkook, the two part properly. despite wanting to look away, jungkook finds himself unable to escape the piercing stare of yoongi’s eyes. they’re sharp, but for jungkook, they are also tender. a blush easily blooms on jungkook’s cheeks under all the attention.
to distract himself, jungkook grabs the shampoo bottle closest to him and grins. “may i?”
yoongi chuckles. “be my guest.”
the act of lathering up the shampoo in his palms and running them through yoongi’s wet hair is therapeutic for them both. jungkook pays close attention to yoongi’s scalp, using the pads of his fingertips to massage and press the shampoo between the strands, satisfied when he does it well, while yoongi closes his eyes at the ministrations, lost in the sensations jungkook is bestowing upon him.
when yoongi is all done, he offers to do the same for jungkook, but he gets shut down with a wink.
“i’ll need something else from you later today,” jungkook says cheekily.
the two shower, separate and together at the same time, exchanging soft, fond kisses throughout the process. they’ve probably set a record for longest shower ever taken, but they don’t care. they’re clean, they’re warm, they’re so utterly besotted with one another.
it was the perfect way to start their morning.
after they’ve dressed and yoongi has rightfully placed that discarded shirt in the living room into the laundry hamper where it belonged, the two gameplan for the rest of the day, deciding to prioritize relaxation above all else.
they decide to go out for breakfast, down to the cafe that’s just a building over from theirs. instead of ironed slacks and stiff shirts, they’re both comfortable in soft joggers and oversized hoodies. they sit at a table near the window, watching the bustle of people and cars on the street, hands threaded together atop the table as they sip and munch.
at one point, yoongi reaches his fork over the grab some cream from jungkook’s shortcake onto his fork, and jungkook opens his mouth expectantly, waiting for yoongi to feed him. instead, the cream is dolloped on jungkook’s nose and yoongi can’t help the laugh that bursts out of him when jungkook goes cross-eyed trying to see.
from there, the two wander around, talking and joking aimlessly, enjoying each other’s company. they stop by a convenience store and pick up banana milk at jungkook’s request, they pet a friendly stray cat that rubbed its fur cutely against yoongi’s leg, and they get lost at one point and thus have to use google maps to get back home, laughing at their mistake.
when they arrive back home, it’s almost time for lunch. jungkook excuses himself to the bathroom while yoongi takes it upon himself to eat up leftover dakgalbi they had in the fridge. no need to put in effort for cooking on a day like this.
the two eat in silence save for some light music jungkook put on their bluetooth speaker. yoongi scrolls through his twitter feed, sometimes pausing between bites to type something scathing to a random stranger, always happy to ragebait, while jungkook takes pictures of his food and searches for the best filter to upload on instagram, tagging his husband while he’s at it.
when they’re done, the two half-heartedly do some chores, just to say they did something productive today. yoongi handles dishes while jungkook gathers trash. it’s a harmonious balance. even with the rush of water from the spout, yoongi can hear jungkook from the other room, singing a melody yoongi remembers writing back when they were still in college for their first anniversary.
after that, the two want nothing more than to do more of nothing.
“movie marathon?” yoongi suggests.
jungkook nods his head excitedly, cheeks flush.
yoongi is in charge of shutting the curtains and dimming the lights, while jungkook picks a movie they’ve seen before, something they both like.
the first half of the movie goes by quietly, with jungkook curled into yoongi’s chest, feet tucked under him, while yoongi’s arm is heavy around jungkook’s shoulders. but then, jungkook starts shifting every so often, starts leaning more heavily on yoongi and tugging lightly at his shirt. eventually, yoongi’s attention shifts from the screen to his husband.
“yes?” yoongi asked, amused. “anything you want?”
jungkook brushes his lips against the shell of yoongi’s ear, whispers coyly. “i want you inside me.”
yoongi’s eyes gleam at the prospect jungkook was suggesting. “easily done,” he whispers back. “wanna wait for me in our room while i shut this down?”
“no, i’m still watching.”
“then?”
jungkook smiles innocently. “i told you i’d want something from you later, right? this is later. just sit back, hyungie, and don’t move. i’ll take care of it all.”
with only that one sentence as his instruction, yoongi does his best to follow through, but it’s hard not to move when jungkook insists on tempting him so.
his husband knows his power well. after all, it’s what got yoongi to notice him in the first place when they were placed in the same seminar in college. so it’s no surprise that jungkook uses the same prowess to keep yoongi’s eyes stuck to his figure.
jungkook stands in front of yoongi, blocking the view of their television screen. he pulls off his hoodie and joggers, leaving himself in just a thin t-shirt and his underwear. the latter is next to come off though. yoongi’s eyes first focus on jungkook’s cock, already standing at attention and shining wet with precum, but then he’s immediately diverted by the glint of metal behind jungkook when he turned.
“jungkook,” yoongi breathes out, sinking lower into the couch, “you didn’t.”
jungkook smirks. “i did. been wearing it since lunch.”
“fuck,” yoongi growls out. “turn around, let me see.”
with a wink, jungkook does just that. he turns and bends forward a little, shoving his ass further into yoongi’s line of sight. not that he was looking elsewhere, because there plugging jungkook’s hole is a purple-jeweled butt plug that yoongi knew was keeping jungkook wide and gaping for him.
before yoongi can open his mouth, or even move a finger, jungkook shuts it down with his words.
“like i said, don’t move. i’ll take care of everything.”
jungkook faces yoongi once more, drops to his knees in front of yoongi and starts tugging at yoongi’s pants. yoongi helps him out by lifting up slightly, so that jungkook can pull them down to his ankles, leaving yoongi’s underwear out in the open. smugly, jungkook notices the wet spot on them and feels his mouth water at the prospect of sucking at the fabric. it’ll have to be another time, because jungkook already has a plan in mind.
jungkook folds down yoongi’s underwear, lets his cock bob up and lay against his stomach. jungkook was pleased to see yoongi already hard and wet for him; it only made things easier for him. jungkook wraps his hand around yoongi, giggles when yoongi hisses at the cool of jungkook’s palm hitting his hot member.
“someone’s excited,” jungkook teases, sliding his hand up and down, letting the precum make the glide slick and easy.
yoongi groans in response, and jungkook is happy to see his husband is controlling his hands, trembling as they are. “don’t make me wait too long. don’t be cruel.”
jungkook’s smile is anything but angelic. “i wouldn’t dare.”
it doesn’t take long for jungkook to deem yoongi ready. jungkook turns around once more to face the television and removes the plug from his hole, letting out a light moan as he does. he doesn’t need much prep, just a minute or two of feeling around his walls, making sure he’s still stretched enough. yoongi watches in a daze, having moved one hand to stroke his cock lazily. when jungkook’s done, he smacks yoongi’s hand away and grabs his cock, lines it up with his hole and sinks down on it with a breathy groan.
yoongi widens his legs as jungkook sinks lower and lower, taking in more of his cock, and relishes in the feel of that tight heat around his throbbing cock. jungkook’s walls squeeze around him, sucking him in deep as jungkook lowers himself to the base. when jungkook is fully settled on yoongi’s cock, he hums and clenches his hole, giggling a bit when yoongi lets out a yell.
“fuck! damn it, jungkook,” he bites out, “i’m trying to restrain myself here, you know.”
“i know,” jungkook says cutely, as he leans back against yoongi’s chest, “i just wanted to tease a bit. we’ll be here for a while.”
“yeah?” yoongi’s tone perks up at that last statement. “wanna be my little cockwarmer tonight? keep me jailed within your sweet hole with nowhere else to go?”
jungkook shifts so that his lips are pressed against yoongi’s throat, starts sucking on the sensitive skin there. “mm. wanna be a good hole for you, daddy. want to keep you warm.”
yoongi places his hands on jungkook’s stomach, presses down a bit and waits for jungkook to twitch. he isn’t disappointed. yoongi can only laugh when jungkook shoots him a small glare. “just teasing, baby. after all, we’re here for the night, right? let’s watch this movie.”
jungkook sighs. “oh, fine. but behave.”
yoongi grins wolfishly. “no promises.”
from there, the couple watches three movies back to back. disregarding the audio from the speakers, a tranquil sort of silence settled upon them. jungkook’s done this before, sat upon yoongi’s cock for hours without moving. it’s more than something of a sexual nature; it’s intimate, a resonance between the two that only full forms when they’re joined so closely.
for yoongi, there’s comfort in the warmth, in those hot walls clamped around him, unable and unwilling to let him go. it makes yoongi’s longing for jungkook grow stronger, even as they’re clinging to one another. yoongi’s arms wrap around jungkook’s middle possessively, like a dragon hoarding his precious treasure. yoongi doesn’t mind curbing his desires, his carnal lust, for these moments when he can simply be one with jungkook, can just have jungkook all to himself with no outside interference.
for jungkook, there’s comfort in the weight of yoongi’s body behind his. while jungkook often feels cold, yoongi’s body runs hot, like a fireplace in the middle of winter. yoongi’s body isn’t just a source of comfort, but also strength, security, the only one willing to take jungkook for who he is without change. curling up against yoongi like this, feeling his hard member reach the deepest parts of him, feeling claimed and wanted, jungkook could never give up this feeling. yoongi’s presence was everything to jungkook.
it helped that jungkook and yoongi did their best to stay as still as possible. they felt every inch of one another, but they also savored these times when the world was static around them and they could truly feel loved both inside and out.
eventually though, the flames lick at them, and they can’t help but rove their fingers over each other, can’t help but press swollen lips against one another and entwine their tongues. jungkook lifts himself off yoongi and sinks back down when he’s facing yoongi fully, refusing to go without kissing yoongi for too long. at yoongi’s prompting, jungkook braces himself for when the other stands, wrapping his legs easily around yoongi’s hips as his strong husband carried them into the bedroom. from there, yoongi sets jungkook down gently onto their mattress and began to worship every bit of skin he could touch.
when yoongi finally plunges into jungkook, now the one leading the play, he basks in the vision jungkook makes. sweat-soaked skin that’s blooming with marks of red and purple, waves of inky, black strands that lay flat like a halo surrounding jungkook’s fallen figure, puffy red lips that have been bitten and sucked raw by yoongi himself, and eyes that are whole, accepting, and oh-so-seductive in their call for him.
yoongi answers it well, making jungkook sing all through the night.
when the moon is high in the sky, the couple are finally wrapped around one another, heartbeats loud but calm. jungkook folded himself well into every crevice yoongi offered, still simmering from their coupling, while yoongi breathed in the scent of jungkook, emanating around the room like an aphrodisiac created solely for yoongi.
they’ve already cleaned themselves up well, so all that was left was to melt into each other and allow themselves to succumb to rest.
“hyungie?”
“mm?”
jungkook smiles against yoongi’s neck. “i had a really good day today. thank you for it.”
“don’t thank me,” yoongi replies sleepily, eyes fluttering all the while, “we deserved today. it was exactly what we needed.”
“yeah... hyungie?”
“mm?”
a small kiss is placed on yoongi’s nose.
“i love you.”
“mm.”
jungkook giggles as yoongi nods off without answering, finally having lost the battle to stay awake. no matter, jungkook thinks, pulling the covers over them gently, there’s plenty more days to say what they need to say.
yoongi’s not going anywhere, and neither is he.
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