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“Morning.” Yoongi steps into the kitchen with a yawn, carrying himself on numb legs as he mumbles sleepy words that don't even make sense. The smell of flour– flour? is the first thing that greets him, and then, his eyes focus on a blurry figure that's supposed to be Jungkook.

The boy is giving him his back, swaying his hips to the beat of a song as he whips something inside the bowl in his arms, and Yoongi can hear the music coming from his earbuds even from the doorway. It's a little too early to think– about anything, and Yoongi has never been a morning person yet he finds it easy to look at the tank top hugging Jungkook's tiny waist. Easy to hum and wonder how good would Jungkook's firm muscles feel under the palm of his hands.

It’s definitely too early for this, isn’t it?

Yoongi takes a big breath to clear his mind, stretches his back and closes his eyes with the force of another yawn as he tries to get rid of the sleepiness numbing his body. But not before taking a subtle glance at Jungkook's shoulders; a glance that becomes bolder as he watches the way his muscles shift and bulge with every whip.

"Hey kitty! You're awake!" Jungkook chirps cheerfully, and Yoongi cracks one eye open at the pet name, grunts and lifts his arms over his head even though he knows it won’t help his cause.

Jungkook's little smile is worth it at least, and Yoongi shuffles to the kitchen table and slumps on the nearest chair, not even bothering to reply.

He knows it's late for everyone else’s standards but today is his day off, what else is he supposed to do if not sleep?

The other too as different standards however, and he bounces towards Yoongi before kissing the top of his head. “I was waiting for you to wake up hyung,” He smiles and takes off his earbuds. “Seems impossible but I had the time to go to the gym, come back and shower.”

Yoongi scoffs and takes a sip of cold coffee that was meant to be drank hours ago. “I swear you come from a different planet.”

“Me? You’re the one who slept for fourteen hours straight hyung.” Jungkook points a finger at him, putting down the bowl in favor of cupping Yoong’s face and leaving a pouty kiss on his lips. “I was sooo bored hyungie. I didn’t want to wake you up but I thought that– maybe– if I started cooking the smell would have brought you back to life.”

The sulk on Jungkook’s face makes Yoongi feel a little bad for having left the younger all by himself, and he strokes his sides affectionately before gulping down the rest of the coffee in one go. “Thanks baby.” Yoongi says hiding behind the cup, but he doesn’t miss Jungkook’s little satisfied grin.

He’s even made him coffee when he absolutely hates it? Looks like Jungkook wanted to spend his morning with him after all.

For a moment Jungkook stands still without saying a word, waiting for who knows what, maybe hoping Yoongi would notice something, but when Yoongi doesn’t say anything he takes the bowl back in his arms and continues stirring the yellowish mix, humming a song under his breath.

Before Jungkook can put his earbuds back Yoongi clears his voice, and he immediately draws the other’s attention. “What are you making anyway?”

“Pancakes I guess.” Jungkook lifts his shoulders, and he was definitely expecting a different question.

“You guess?”

And Jungkook answers with a shrug. “That’s what the recipes say at least.” He mumbles. “I don’t know if they’ll turn out good though.”

“They’ll obviously turn out good Kook, what are you saying.” Yoongi gets up from his chair and wraps his arms around Jungkook’s waist, nuzzling his nose beetween his shoulder blades. “Thanks for everything.”

“Anytime hyung.” Jungkook singsongs, and he wiggles out of Yoongi’s hold even after all the elder’s efforts to keep him in his arms.

Besides the silly grimace on his face Yoongi slumps back on the chair and lays his forehead on the table, still somewhat sleepy. He turns his head, squishing a cheek on the surface only to lift an arm and trace the printed letters on the bag of flour, and looking up he sees Jungkook has laid down the bowl once again to fiddle with a pan.

Although he isn’t listening to music Jungkook keeps swaying his hips, left and right, left and right until Yoongi’s eyes glue to his red shorts and firm thighs, and after greasing the pan he goes to the sink to wash his hands. And it should be something completely normal, but when he dries his hands on his butt Yoongi doesn’t find it all that funny.

It’s morning, terribly late but still morning, and Yoongi shouldn’t feel butterflies in his stomach when he sees the wet handprint on Jungkook’s shorts or the little droplets of water sliding down his legs. He shouldn’t bite back a groan when Jungkook pushes up his track pants and leaves nothing to Yoongi’s imagination.

The coffee in his stomach starts to burn his insides anyway, and Yoongi keeps looking at Jungkook’s firm butt and tan skin making the red of his shorts dull and boring. He doesn’t even know how he’s managed to keep them up that way, but Yoongi doesn’t prod, enjoys the sight and watches as the muscles of his thighs bulge at every sway of his hips.

Maybe he’s laid his face on a spot of coffee, maybe he’s just started drooling.

But Yoongi doesn’t mind. And he would never admit it, but when Jungkook makes the whip fall on the ground the first thing he registers is the sound of the tool hitting the ground. Because what comes next is the sight of Jungkook bending down to pick it up, and normally he would've just crouched on the ground, but here he is, ass in the air and in full view for Yoongi to latch on it; the scene replaying in slow motion in Yoongi’s mind just for him to get hotter than he should.

Jungkook turns around with the whip in hand, and the smirk on his face tells Yoongi that it hadn’t been an accident.

That crooked smile on the younger's baby face makes Yoongi want to slam his head on the table but his desire to keep looking is stronger however, and he does exactly that as he waits for whatever Jungkook has in store for him.
He’s not disappointed when Jungkook goes on his tiptoes to reach the cabinet on the wall, and it’s with a blush on his cheeks that he devours the image of Jungkook’s tank top hugging his waist, his arms looking longer and stronger as he grabs something in the cupboard.

God, he’s just woken up, but Jungkook just won’t let him have a nice relaxing breakfast.

This time Yoongi lowers his eyes when Jungkook looks back at him, his throat dryer than ever, and he doesn’t notice Jungkook is approaching him until he does; pulling back the same chair he’s sitting on only to fit himself on the little space left behind Yoongi, almost pushing him off of it.

“Woah Jungkook- what are you doing?”

“Hugging you?” Jungkook replies as he rests his chest on Yoongi’s back, wrapping his arms around him before leaving a light kiss on his neck. So light that it makes Yoongi shiver.

“You’re acting strange.”

Jungkook snorts, puts the jar of Nutella in his hand on the table. “What about being the perfect boyfriend makes me strange?”

It makes sense, yet it doesn’t. Jungkook is definitely acting strange.

Before Yoongi can reply Jungkook bends forward a little more and leaves no space between their bodies, and through his thin shirt Yoongi can feel the hard planes of his chest. Something else not as hard but definitely going there as it pushes against his ass.

Again, Yoongi doesn’t get to utter a word that Jungkook gets up and walks back towards the stove, and unfortunately or not he stays long enough to hear Yoongi’s little gasp.

Jungkook’s shoulders shake a bit, probably in laughter, and there’s no mirror in the kitchen but Yoongi knows he’s become redder than the younger’s shorts.

Once Jungkook has put the pancake mix on the pan he sits on the counter next to the stove, facing Yoongi, and he doesn’t bother to use one of the many paper towels next to him. Instead, he lifts his shirt and wipes his forehead with it. And what’s Yoongi gonna do? Say no?

He knows Jungkook can see him staring, that his muscle kink is painfully showing, but Yoongi doesn’t find the strength to look away; he’s weak in every sense of the word.

“Can’t you use towels like everyone else?” Yoongi says, voice dripping with sarcasm, but it’s not like he hasn’t enjoyed the show.

In fact it had been very very obvious to Jungkook, who just cocks his head to the side and pouts. “I’m not everyone else though, hyung.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes but doesn’t reply, and his stomach rumbles when Jungkook effortlessly flips the pancake from his spot on the counter. And not in hunger.
Two minutes more and his breakfast will be ready; two minutes more to look at Jungkook’s thighs spreading on the surface and looking bigger than ever.

God, Yoongi feels so bad for his pants, it looks like he’s going to rip them apart.

It doesn’t happen however, (if it did Yoongi would have thought to be in the beginning of an amateur porn), and Yoongi straightens up when Jungkook approaches him with a plate in hands. Even from the smell it seems delicious, and Yoongi’s mouth starts watering as soon as the pancake comes under his nose. He doesn’t waste a second to grab a butter knife, and he spreads an alarming quantity of Nutella on it before digging in, eating as if he’d been starving for days.

“Oh- Jungkook- this is so good.” Yoongi practically moans through bites of food, and when he turns to give Jungkook a kiss he only finds air, sees him back at the stove as he cooks another piece. “Good job starlight.” He says anyway, and he’s relieved to see Jungkook’s shy smile at his words.

“Be ready for round two hyung!”

He’s at his third pancake (maybe fourth? he’s already forgotten) when Jungkook sits on his laps with a pancake in his mouth like a dog carrying a frisbee. Yoongi lets him, even though his bones will probably give up sooner than his will, and he starts stroking Jungkook’s back affectionately. A bit more interested every time he traces a bulging muscle with his index finger.

It’s only then that Yoongi notices his attire, and he furrows his brows in question. “Haven’t you showered? Why are you wearing gym clothes?”

“It’s hot.” Jungkook simply replies, but Yoongi can see a devilish smirk on his face from the corner of his eye.

“You have other clothes.” Yoongi reasons.

“Yeah, but these make me less hot.” Jungkook says confidently, and Yoongi knows he’s lying anyway but he shakes his head and keeps silent.

Multitasking has never felt easier, and Yoongi keeps eating his pancake as he draws patterns on Jungkook’s skin, his fingers travelling from his shoulder to where his tank top reveals way too much of his ribs. Not that Yoongi complains.

When his finger keep dancing on the side of his chest Jungkook starts wriggling on his lap, dangerously close to Yoongi’s crotch, and it’s not like the elder hates the idea, but having sex in the kitchen with pancakes shoved down their throat isn’t exactly ideal.

“Can you stop?” Yoongi sighs exasperatedly.

And Jungkook does. “It’s just- so hot hyung.” He whines, and it’s hot like it’s supposed to be in July but it’s not that hot. Brushing his ass on Yoongi’s crotch surely doesn’t help either.

It doesn't last long that he begins wriggling once again, this time shimmying on Yoongi’s lap as he frees himself of his already scanty shirt, and Yoongi looks attentively at the way his muscles move next to each other, at the way they make the skin taut over his shoulder blades. Yoongi looks and looks, and time passes slowly as he runs his eyes over Jungkook’s honey skin but it’s just his mind playing him dirty. As it has been doing for the past week.

Yoongi focuses on the dip between the muscles of his back, where his spine draws a straight line, and it looks just like a desert landscape: his muscles shaping the forms of his body as if they were sand dunes.

“Hot.” Jungkook says once again, and Yoongi agrees. Jungkook is terribly hot, in both senses of the word, especially when he lays flat against Yoongi’s chest.

He tries not to think about his pectorals, his abs, his perky nipples or the belly button piercing. He really tries, but when Jungkook puts his hands together at the back of their heads Yoongi just can’t not see his biceps and the bulging veins running under the skin.

There’s no need to think, no rational thought would have stopped him from stroking Jungkook’s chest, so he does it anyway, and he’s glad to have done it when a faint moan reaches his ears.

He’s glad- but isn’t that what he’s been avoiding for the whole week? He can’t just giving like that, even if Jungkook’s body is all that he’s been thinking about. Even if Jungkook’s parted lips looks so kissable. Even if he looks terribly good without his shirt-

Yoongi stops, clears his throat and tries to shake off the electricity running through his body.
Now it’s really getting hotter.

“Okay,” Yoongi says hurriedly as he pats Jungkook’s butt, prompting at the younger to get off him. “Get up baby.”

Jungkook gets out of his little bubble with a surprised gasp, and he quickly stands up, not without looking at Yoongi as if he’d just admitted to be a lizard. He seems shocked, confused as he rubs his own nape, and he opens his mouth to ask something that doesn’t come out.

Yoongi stands up too but he’s still so shaky with unresolved sexual tension that his arm twitches without he even notices, and in a second the jar of Nutella shutters on the ground.

“Hyung!” Jungkook shouts, and he seems more heartbroken over the fact they’ll have to buy a new jar instead of worrying about Yoongi’s nearly broken foot.

“It was an accident!” Yoongi shouts back, and he tries to avoid the shards on the floor.

Jungkook stops him however, before he can step bare foot over a piece of dirty glass, and it’s not like his sock will prevent him from hurting himself but he shuffles a little closer anyway. “Come here.”

Yoongi looks up to see his extended arms. “I can walk on the chairs and–”

“Come here.” Jungkook repeats, and Yoongi takes a step forward so that Jungkook can lift him up, and he lets out a silent gasp when he feels Jungkook’s face on his stomach and his clammy hands on his thighs. He gulps down a lump he didn’t know was in his throat when Jungkook makes him jump a little and slides his hands under his butt, and he circles his arms around his neck as he adjusts his position.

“Everything okay hyung?” Jungkook says under his breath, and he looks worried as he inspects Yoongi’s face.

Yoongi tears his eyes away from the ground to look at Jungkook, and it’s silly, but when he looks into his eyes he blushes like a virgin being touched for the very first time, sexual tension building up once again as he realizes how close their faces are.

They’re really close, just a little more and their lips would be touching, and Yoongi wants it with all his body. His face feels hot, his chest burns where it touches Jungkook’s, and fuck- he really can’t do this anymore.

At first Jungkook makes to try again, clearly worried by Yoongi’s lack of response, but then he seems to understand the glint in his stare, and he carefully walks away from the crime scene without breaking their contact.
When they’re far enough Jungkook doesn’t put him down however, and Yoongi knows where this is going. Sighs in relief when Jungkook squeezes his ass.

“Hyung...” Jungkook whispers on his lips, and it’s enough for Yoongi to shake in his arms.

They lean forward, forward, until they’re breathing each other’s air, until their lips are barely brushing.
And then, their lips crush together.

It’s a bruising kiss, that leaves both of them searching for more, and Yoongi moans into Jungkook’s mouth when he grabs his ass hard enough to leave the mark of his hands. Teeth clicking and tongues swirling around each other.

“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck.” Yoongi starts chanting when Jungkook’s fingers dig deeper into his skin, and if he wanted a nice relaxing morning, well- he’s changed his mind now.

“Your butt fits perfectly in my hands.” Jungkook says unabashedly before latching his mouth on Yoongi’s jaw, sucking and lapping the reddened skin. “I couldn’t wait anymore.”

“What for?” Yoongi asks even though he already knows, but with the way Jungkook’s breath tickles his ear there’s not much space left for any other thought in his brain.

It’s easy to fall apart in Jungkook’s arms, and Yoongi does exactly that when the other whines against his neck. “Fucking you like this hyung,” Jungkook nips at the skin. “One more day and I would’ve used up every tissue in the house by myself.”

Yoongi nuzzles his nose on Jungkook’s cherry hair. “That’s not really sexy.”

“You’re the one who’s afraid of his own muscle kink. That’s not really sexy.”

Here it is, Yoongi’s (not so) secret.

It’s been a harsh week, a horny week, and for no reason apart that Yoongi felt needy 24/7 he just couldn’t stop thinking of Jungkook’s hands holding him down or his firm body pushed against his own. Somehow he just couldn’t shake it off; every time he looked at the younger every cell in his body urged him to get closer and closer, and every touch felt hotter and stronger on his skin. Dirty thoughts started swirling in his mind and he felt shivers running under his skin just at the thought of what Jungkook’s body could do, of how nice it would feel on top of him. When he’d tipsily admitted his fantasies to Jungkook his days had become hell. He’d been expecting to be rejected but something lighted up in Jungkook’s eyes, and what were fantasies playing in the recesses of his mind started feeling more and more tangible as Jungkook did everything in his power to show Yoongi what his body could do. Even opening jars started feeling hot- Always, always so hot, and Jungkook’s just wouldn’t stop teasing: undressing without a reason, doing push-ups in the middle of the room, pushing Yoongi against his body whenever they were close.

In all honesty Yoongi liked that, a lot, and he felt like a teenager going through puberty once again.
But then Jungkook started suggesting things that Yoongi did not even want to hear. Standing sex? What if they fell?

“Reverse kinkshaming does not work on me you fucking tease.” Yoongi rasps as he fists a hand in Jungkook’s hair, tilting his head until they come face to face, giving a kitten lick at his lips before tugging his lower one with his teeth.

Jungkook chuckles but the sound quickly dies in his throat when Yoongi starts running his tongue over his lips. “Can I call you kitty then?”

“No.”

“Then what about fucking you like this hyung?” Jungkook murmurs on his lips, half lidded eyes that make Yoongi’s lungs empty with a shudder. “I bet you’d love it. Feeling my muscles under your hands while I hold you in my arms...”

Yoongi moans at the suggestions, feels his stomach tangle up on itself. It’s a welcomed feeling, and Yoongi turns to kiss Jungkook’s ear. Desperate to do something. Anything.

When he runs his tongue over the shell of his ear Jungkook buckles his hips in surprise, making Yoongi jumps in his hold as the elder grins against the heated skin, and Yoongi keeps tracing patterns with the tip of his tongue until Jungkook pushes him flush against his chest. He tugs at the golden earring with his teeth before pushing his tongue through the hoop, and the broken whimpers he elicits from the younger are what fuels him to grind against his stomach.

“You won’t let me fall right?” And it sounds stupid as he says it but Yoongi needs Jungkook to tell him they’ll be fine.

Jungkook promptly shakes his head, crooking his neck to kiss Yoongi’s adam’s apple. “Promise hyung.”

That’s all Yoongi needs. He trusts Jungkook with his life, how bad could this get?

And a second later, as Jungkook slides his hands under his pants to run a finger over his entrance, Yoongi thinks it can only become oh so terribly pleasurable.

“No underwear hyung?” Jungkook teases, and Yoongi shuts him by pulling his hair.

“You should thank me instead of making fun of me.” Yoongi mumbles as he litters Jungkook’s neck with small kisses. Kisses that keep getting harsher and more bruising, leaving angry little marks on the skin. “Be good for me? Make me feel good baby?”

So rather than tease him Jungkook closes his eyes and lets Yoongi play with his ear once again, moaning loud as Yoongi runs his tongue over every curve.
The muscle is hot as it pushes against the cartilage, and the wet feeling coating the skin is strange and new but it makes Jungkook’s insides shake and shrink on themselves. Long for more.
For a moment Jungkook stays frozen and enjoys Yoongi’s attentions with ragged breaths, but when the elder rubs his nose on his ear and whispers a quiet “mh?” Jungkook remembers he still has his hands on Yoongi’s ass and not using them properly.

He doesn’t waste the opportunity and takes the matter in his hands (quite literally), and Yoongi feels one of Jungkook’s arms shake in strain when he lifts the other to push Yoongi’s shorts as down and possible.

“Oh fuck Kook.” Yoongi mewls loud into his ear, and as if the message wasn’t clear he rakes his nails on Jungkook’s back.

Jungkook hisses at the burning pain but he lifts Yoongi a little more, kissing his bony collarbone as he rubs his fingers against his rim. “Do you like my muscles so much hyung? You want me to fuck you that bad?”

His little show of dominance makes Yoongi snort at him, who would normally beg for Yoongi to give him what he wants with tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, but today is different, and Yoongi chokes on his chuckle when Jungkook spreads his cheeks just as his teeth sink into the taut skin.

“God yes Jungkook, just fuck me already.”

That’s all that Jungkook needs, and he starts walking out of the kitchen with Yoongi in his arms. “Lube.” He says when Yoongi arches an eyebrow in question.

“Wait, we’re going to our room?” Yoongi asks.

“Yeah, but if we ever touch the bed I’m going to leave both of us naked and hard.” Jungkook states, and Yoongi would have laughed, but the thought of Jungkook fucking him everywhere but the bed makes him moan shamelessly.

Yoongi doesn’t even notice they’re in the room with how focused he is on kissing Jungkook stupid, and he feels Jungkook’s legs bend and shake as they kiss but he realizes Jungkook has grabbed the lube only when he’s being pushed against the wall. Hard. Yoongi likes it.

“Did it hurt hyung?” Jungkook’s voice comes with worry, but Yoongi makes sure to kiss it away.

“I’m feeling fucking fantastic, fuck-“

“I wanna suck you off first.” Jungkook interrupts him, and he lets the bottle of lube fall on the ground as he goes on his knees, Yoongi’s back sliding on the wall until Jungkook’s arms keep him still. He makes Yoongi throw his legs on his shoulders and he glues the palms of his hands on the wall as his arms sustain Yoongi’s weight. “Can you get yourself out of your short hyung?”

Fuck, Yoongi already feels like coming. It’s a challenge, a real one, how is Yoongi supposed to do it when he can’t even control himself? “Just put me down.”

“No, imagine we’re playing the floor is lava.”

“Then you’re burning your kneecaps beautiful.” Yoongi jokes, but Jungkook doesn’t listen, and he furrows his eyebrows until Yoongi sighs and rolls his eyes. “Okay, yeah, I’ll try.”

“That’s the spirit!” Jungkook says before giving Yoongi’s milky thigh a gentle bite, and he watches Yoongi’s eyes go wide at it, the elder blushing red as he wriggles and tries to slide his shorts further down.

But Yoongi doesn’t know how to do that without falling, he’s not gonna get both of his hands off from the wall nor Jungkook’s shoulder. “This is impossible, I don’t want to play the floor is lava c’mon.”

“Hyung don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.” Jungkook spurs him. “Use both of your hands, trust me.”

It takes a second for Yoongi to agree once again and he throws his head back on the wall before sliding his hands on his stomach, hissing in frustration before gathering the courage to move properly, going lower until he grabs the elastic band of his shorts. His cock springs free as soon as he lowers them, and Jungkook hurries to give it a kiss before Yoongi can keep moving, and the elder arches his back at the fleeting sensation. Suddenly he feels himself being lifted, and when he looks down he sees Jungkook’s arms trembling under him.

“Hurry up.” Jungkook prompts, and Yoongi doesn’t know how he does it, but Jungkook’s reassuring grip on his skin makes him feel safe, and when Jungkook squishes him against the wall even more Yoongi finally gets one leg out of his pants and hurries to free the other one.

Yoongi sighs in relief when he sees his shorts fall on the floor. “Fucking finally, I’m never wearing pants in my life again.”

“I agree.” Jungkook smirks, and he buries his face on Yoongi’s lower stomach, nosing at Yoongi’s cock before he can even reply.

He’s never been a vocal one, especially with Jungkook in the same room as him, but this time it’s different, and everything Jungkook does makes Yoongi want to scream and pull at his own hair. He jerks forward when Jungkook takes the head of his cock in his mouth, and he threads his fingers through Jungkook’s locks as he starts swirling his tongue around it.

“Feels so good Kook.” Yoongi gasps when Jungkook sucks and lifts his eyes to meet Yoongi’s, and his gaze is so filthy and sensual that Yoongi has to look away with red cheeks.

Jungkook keeps going however, and he starts bobbing his head up and down, lips sliding on Yoongi’s length and coating it with saliva. When Yoongi finds the strength to look down he sees Jungkook’s already reddened lips stretched around his cock, and he pulls him back by the hair, growling when Jungkook release his cock with a squelchy sound. And it doesn’t make sense, Jungkook is there on his knees looking like a statue sculpted by a god and blowing him as if he were really in the middle of lava but Yoongi wants to kiss him so bad.

Instead, “You’re so gorgeous.” Yoongi says, and he flutters his lashes when Jungkook goes down on him once again, leaving open mothed kisses on the length and putting his tongue flat against the underside before licking his way up. When he dips his tongue into the slit Yoongi pulls harder at his hair, and he guides his head until Jungkook takes him in his mouth once again, moving as Yoongi’s hands tells him to. “L- like this.”

Yoongi watches with sultry eyes as Jungkook goes lower at every bob of his head, and he can’t suppress a moan when Jungkook takes the whole length into his mouth, nuzzling his nose on Yoongi’s groin. He goes slowly but determined, and he looks at Yoongi as he tries to take him even deeper, moaning around his length until the head touches the walls of his throat. The elder shakes in sensitivity at the feeling, and he doesn’t care if he can’t get rid of the frown between his eyebrows; he’s too deep in pleasure to care about anything else that isn’t the warmth of Jungkook’s mouth.

The pace that Jungkook builds up is fast enough for Yoongi to choke on his own strings of moans, but the warmth of Jungkook’s mouth is extremely addicting and so are his eyes as they stare right through Yoongi. He feels insatiable, intoxicated and hazy as he watches the younger open his jaw to accommodate him better, and he lets Jungkook do everything he pleases, jerking subtly every time Jungkook takes him deep enough to brush against his throat.

It really doesn’t take a lot that Yoongi pulls Jungkook back once again. “Okay, now fuck me.” He pleads, feeling his cock throbbing painfully as Jungkook gives it another kiss.

This time when Jungkook lifts them up he lets Yoongi stand on his own feet, stretching his arms behind his back and clearing his throat.

“What about the lava?” Yoongi teases. “Want to get rid of me now that you’ve sucked my dick?”

“Just give it a minute and it’ll comeback.” Jungkook says with raspy voice, and even though it was a joke he gives Yoongi a stern look. Yoongi knows he’ll never do that anyway.

Yoongi lays his back against the wall again, feeling the underside of his thighs warm and sweaty from where Jungkook had been holding him, and he takes in Jungkook’s swollen lips and hard cock straining against his shorts. He immediately pulls the younger by his pants, and he’s quick to make them slide on the ground this time, kissing him slowly and lasciviously as he circles his arms around his neck.

And then Yoongi pulls Jungkook flush against his chest and licks his lips when he feels their cocks brush one against the other, fucking his mouth with his tongue and smirking as Jungkook trails after his tongue every single time.

“Hyung let me kiss you.” Jungkook whines as he noses at the juncture between his head and neck. “Feels nice.”

Yoongi smiles sweetly before giving in, one last teasing kitten lick before slotting their mouths together.

Jungkook sighs into the kiss and it’s enough for Yoongi to feel on fire. “Love you- so much.” He says between kisses. “Fuck me until I’m crying.” And he means it, he’s been repressing his needs for too long.

The younger pulls back with an incredulous expression on his face but after looking into Yoongi’s eyes he immediately gets in motion and takes the bottle of lube to coat his fingers.
It’s now that Yoongi regrets not letting Jungkook fuck him when he’d asked, he’s so impatient that he doesn’t even feel pain when he slams his head on the wall.

“Turn around.” Jungkook says, and Yoongi does so, so eagerly that Jungkook laughs and plants a kiss on his shoulder. “Good hyung.”

Yoongi almost turns to whack him on the head, but before he can even try he feels a finger prop against his hole, pushing inside as Yoongi starts moaning. The feeling is not enough however, Yoongi wants so much more, and he pushes back against his hand to ask for more. Jungkook gives him, slides in two other fingers before scissoring him slowly, going in and out until Yoongi starts writhing against the wall. Yoongi feels like going crazy, Jungkook’s fingers are not what he needs anymore, and he wraps his hand around Jungkook’s wrist with shaky fingers.

“Want more?” Jungkook smiles on the back of his neck, and he places little kisses everywhere he can. Needless to say Yoongi nods and moans, gasping when Jungkook slides his fingers out. “I’ll make you feel so good hyung.”

“Yeah, so good baby.” Yoongi moans when he hears Jungkook coating his length with lube, closing his eyes in pleasure when he feels the tip pushing against his hole.

“Ready? I’m going to fuck you so hard.” And the words are enough to make a strangled sob come out of Yoongi’s lips.

Then Jungkook is pushing inside, and Yoongi slumps on the wall when he feels the drag of Jungkook’s cock inside him, breathes harder at the feeling of Jungkook filling him up. “Oh, Guk-ah.”

“So tight hyung, feels amazing...” Jungkook whimpers between his shoulder blades, but he doesn’t let Yoongi take another breath that he’s moving, thrusting slowly and building up his rhythm as Yoongi squishes his face on the wall in pleasure.

Suddenly Yoongi regrets not having done this sooner. His skin burns everywhere Jungkook touches him and that’s exactly why Yoongi moves his arms to grab Jungkook’s, bringing his hands on his sides. From there Jungkook gets the clue and starts roaming his hands on his chest, on his back and everywhere he can, and their warmth added to the feeling of Jungkook’s groin hitting his ass makes Yoongi’s legs go weak.

“Oh come on hyung, we’ve not even started.” Jungkook pants, giving a tight squeeze to Yoongi’s ass, and the sound of skin hitting skin is so filthy that Yoongi turns his head to hear it better. Turning around he meets Jungkook’s hungry stare, and even breathing becomes hard when Yoongi feels surrounded by the feeling of Jungkook. Jungkook and only Jungkook.

Yoongi tries to support himself by resting both hands on the wall but Jungkook’s thrusts are hard enough to jostle him and make him collapse on it, and he keeps his ruthless pace even though Yoongi slams on the wall with every thrust. It hurts a little bit but Yoongi loves the sting that stays on his skin.

“Guk-ah, hyung feels so good.” Yoongi moans, and he feels Jungkook’s silent gasps breaking on his skin. “Fucking me just how hyung likes it.”

Jungkook whimpers at his words, at the pleasure in Yoongi’s voice, and it comes as a surprise when he grabs Yoongi’s wrists and brings them backwards. Yoongi’s back arches in bliss when Jungkook drags his cock just where it sends shivers running through his spine, and Jungkook keeps pounding into him at the new angle as he pulls Yoongi’s arms.

“Fuck, fuck Kook right there, ah!“ Yoongi chokes on a moan when Jungkook thrusts in just right, and he pushes his ass back in time with Jungkook’s hips, the pleasure doubling. He feels helpless with his hands restrained in Jungkook’s but he loves how sweet every push makes him feel, and Jungkook’s cock feels even better now that he’s using his arms as a support to pound his hips even harder. “Filling me so well nghh-”

The air has gotten hotter and Yoongi feels it heavy in his lungs. Breathing becomes even harder when Jungkook pushes him flat against his chest, and maybe it has to do with the way one of Jungkook’s hand wraps around his neck.

“Yeah yeah, do it Kook. Choke me oh god.” Yoongi starts pleading without Jungkook has done nothing more than lay his hand on his neck. “Want you to choke me baby.”

“Are you sure hyung?” Jungkook asks as he adjusts his hand on the curve of his neck, and he’s always been the one with hands around his neck but that’s why Yoongi trusts him to take care of him. Yoongi nods eagerly but Jungkook doesn’t move. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“Yes, yes Jungkook! Please.”

And Jungkook finally complies; he brushes his fingers against the skin before applying the smallest of pressure, and then he uses his thumb and index to push harder, and Yoongi flatters his lashes as Jungkook keeps pounding into him with the same fast pace. Yoongi can’t think now that his blood is mostly flowing from his neck to his lower body, but his free hand moves on his owns and grabs Jungkook’s ass cheek, feeling the tense muscles under his palm. His face has just started prickling when Jungkook loosens his clutch, and Yoongi doesn’t even realize he’s the one moaning when he feels the sound loud in his ears.

“Are you alright?” Jungkook slows down when Yoongi stars panting, and even though Yoongi nods he keeps rolling his hips against his ass so slowly that Yoongi almost lets out a sob.

“More Guk-ah.” Yoongi insists.

But Jungkook goes slow and deep, brushing against his prostate with every thrust. “Catch your breath, I just want you to feel the best as possible.”

Yoongi wants to reply that Jungkook moving faster would feel amazing but he doesn’t have the strength to argue, and he just takes everything Jungkook has to give him. The friction of his cock delicious against his walls.

Then he speeds up again, and again he tightens his hold on Yoongi’s neck. Again- until Yoongi feels tear rolling down his eyes, his head getting heavier as his mind gets lighter.

The younger gives him every seconds he needs to recover and Yoongi loves how his arms are the only think keeping him from falling. He’s dizzy, his face buzzing an itching from the blood returning to flow in his veins, but Yoongi lets out an insatiable mewl when the pleasure hits him all at once and almost makes his knees buckle.

For a moment Yoongi doesn’t feel anything but bliss as it washes away the tiredness from his limbs, and then Jungkook’s body heat, his hard cock stretching him, his little moans in his ear; everything comes back, and Yoongi’s vision colors once again when every sensation feels more- Just more.

“Jungkook, I want to look at you baby.” He says when he focuses on the warmth of Jungkook’s chest, on his fingers delicately rubbing his neck as he leaves gentle kisses next to them.

Jungkook stops with his lips on the skin but Yoongi can feel the smile growing on his face.

Suddenly Yoongi feels empty, and then he has his back on the wall once again.
In front of him Jungkook looks as beautiful as always, and Yoongi wipes a drop of sweat from his temple with his thumb. They kiss again, Yoongi sighing into the kiss as he feels Jungkook’s chiseled chest under his hands, and when he brushes his nipples Jungkook jerks forward and sandwiches Yoongi between himself and the wall.

“Still so sensitive as you fuck me stupid…” Yoongi teases, but instead of teasing back Jungkook kisses him sweetly, taking his upper lip in his mouth and squeezing Yoongi’s sides until he opens his mouth in a gasp. Jungkook slides his tongue inside and they kiss languidly, so lazily as Yoongi brushes a finger against Jungkook throbbing erection.

Jungkook breaks the kiss only to dive in with renewed passion at the sensation, but Yoongi turns his head when the younger goes for his lips, smiling a little devilishly when he pouts. “I like it when you kiss me.”

“I like it when you fuck me.” Yoongi says back, and his stomach shakes at Jungkook’s subtle grin. “Want to do something about it?”

“I think the lava is coming back for you hyung.”

Yoongi rubs Jungkook’s chest, grips his biceps. “Then save me.”

Before he can process it Yoongi has his head above Jungkook’s, an unfamiliar but very much appreciated sight, and he feels Jungkook’s arms back under his thighs, his hands on his ass. Yoongi takes Jungkook’s hard cock in his hand and guides it towards his entrance, sinking on it as Jungkook keeps him from falling.

Wrapping his hands around his neck Yoongi lets Jungkook push him against the wall until every ligament in his body hurts, and he’s never been that flexible but as Jungkook fucks him hard and fast Yoongi doesn’t dwell on it. Yoongi feels safe with the wall against his back, with Jungkook strong arms under him and his defined chest against his own. Even his neck feels sturdy under his hands, and Yoongi can’t do much apart from feeling how nice every muscle is under his fingertips. He lets one hand wander over Jungkook’s chest, tracing his abs with a finger and watching as Jungkook follows the movements with half lidded eyes, and he caresses the skin with shaky breaths.

“I like your body so much baby.” Yoongi whispers before placing a gentle kiss on Jungkook’s lips, so in contrast with the way he’s pounding into him. “You look so good as you fuck me.”

Jungkook hides his face on Yoongi’s shoulder but the elder takes one of his nipples in his fingers and starts twisting it, rubbing until it perks up. The moan that leaves Jungkook’s mouth makes him groan, and Yoongi kisses the side of his head as he keeps up his movements, Jungkook’s pace becoming close to frantic.

Then before Yoongi can comply he feels a cold gush of air on his back, and he latches on Jungkook’s necks now that the wall is no longer behind him to support him. “W-what are you doing?”

“Fucking you until you cry hyung.” Jungkook replies with a smile, and he looks so cute as he says those words. Exactly like the love of his life as he kisses him and slides his hands on Yoongi’s back.

Can Yoongi have just a good fuck for once? Can he stop being sappy for once? Apparently the answer is no, and he can’t help but feel his heart fill with a surge of love for the younger. Why does his eyes have to be so big anyway?

“I fucking love you so much Jungkook- fuck-”

Jungkook laughs against his lips, and he halts his thrusts only to kiss him ever so gently. “Love you too hyung.”

And then he starts moving again, starts thrusting hard and deep inside Yoongi as he tightens his grip on the his neck. The angle is just right, and Yoongi throws his head back in pleasure as he moans a chant of Jungkook’s name, feeling the muscles of his arms throb on the underside of his knees. Yoongi knows he’s not muscular nor chubby, he kinds of weight like a feather, but Jungkook holds him so effortlessly that just at the thought Yoongi feels his stomach tighten up.

“I have a fucking god as a boyfriend, can’t believe it.” Yoongi says before a moan shakes him, and Jungkook loses his rhythm at that.

“Hyung-“ Jungkook whines, and maybe he wants Yoongi to stop or maybe he wants him to continue but he doesn’t say anything else and bites Yoongi’s collarbone, and there’s no way the elder could have kept a whimper from leaving his mouth.

“I love looking at your body,” Yoongi starts. “When you work out, when you get out of the shower, when you wake up and you look so soft yet so… Wanted to feel you inside me for so long Kook.”

Jungkook whimpers once again and Yoongi knows from the stutter of his hips that he’s close. He goes to wrap his fingers around his own length but Jungkook stops him and pulls him close, until Yoongi’s cock brushes on the planes of Jungkook’s stomach at every roll of his hips. Yoongi loves the warmth surrounding him, how nice and safe he feels as Jungkook fucks him with nothing more than his body to support him. He roams his hands all over Jungkook’s back and leaves angry red marks and the indents of nails on the skin, then he threads his fingers through the short hair of his nape under Jungkook’s whiny prompting.

When Yoongi feels like he’s sliding down Jungkook lifts him up with one swift move, repositioning him in his arms and keeping up the quick roll of his hips, and Yoongi moves his head to lay his forehead against Jungkook’s. Breathing each other’s air only makes them dizzier, and Yoongi nips at his lips ever so gently, loving Jungkook’s little whimpers. He squints his eyes when the clenching of his stomach becomes unbearable, and Yoongi starts feeling his eyes getting wetter once again as his orgasm approaches.

“Kook, I’m so close.” Yoongi purrs, and Jungkook nods, tilting his head to kiss Yoongi better, sliding his tongue around Yoongi’s.

The friction of Jungkook’s cock feels amazing, Jungkook’s hands on his body feel amazing, and Yoongi feels a tear slide down on his cheek from how overwhelmed he is, from the way the warmth of Jungkook’s body burns his skin so deliciously.

“I’m- I-“ Yoongi stutters, sobs when it feels so tight.

But Jungkook smiles on his lips, thrusts into him with the last of his strengths, and his broken pace together with his words is what pushes Yoongi over the edge. “Come on my stomach hyung. Love it when you come on me.”

Yoongi does too, and with a last strangled moan he comes on Jungkook’s abs, panting and clenching around Jungkook as he becomes more sensible to every touch. “Baby, baby...” Yoongi says against his neck, feeling his hips coming to a halt as Jungkook spills his come inside him. “Love you, love you.”

Jungkook rides his orgasms until his legs can’t sustain them anymore, and he stumbles over his feet until the back of his legs hit the mattress, collapsing on it with Yoongi on top.

It takes an insane amount of time for them to recover and neither of them says a word; they just cuddle in the comfort each other’s arms.

Jungkook feels warm, the kind of warmth you feel waking up buried by heavy blankets on a rainy day, and it’s oddly specific you’d say, but when Yoongi rests his head on Jungkook’s chest his heartbeat reminds him of the light pattering of the rain when it hits the windows.

It comes natural to run his hand on Jungkook’s chest but Jungkook has something else in mind, and he moves Yoongi's hand over to swipe a finger on his stomach, gathering Yoongi’s come on it. Yoongi is too tired and worned out to think of Jungkook's next step, but he shakes in his own skin when Jungkook brings his finger to his lips and swirls his tongue around it.

“Guk-ah…” Yoongi moans as he locks eyes with Jungkook, and without further thinking he crawls on all fours and hovers Jungkook’s body, bending down to lick a stripe of sweat from his neck. “You’ll drive me crazy one day.”

“Thought you were already crazy for me.”

“Shut up.” Yoongi snorts before hitting Jungkook’s chest, but his own action backfires him and Yoongi feels the need to brush his hand against the skin. He really is crazy for Jungkook.

Jungkook closes his eyes and enjoys Yoongi’s warm hands on his skin but soon it’s not enough anymore, and Yoongi bends down once again to kiss and lap at Jungkook’s chest.

“Hyuuung, you’ll make me hard again.” Jungkook whines, but his hands fly to grab Yoongi’s hair when the elder goes down.

“Not my fault you look so good.” Yoongi kisses lower and lower, and he doesn't care if it’s his own come that sticks to his lips.

When he gets to Jungkook’s belly piercing he tugs at it with his teeth, and he feels so good when Jungkook arches his back and pushes his body against his face.

Good, but also annoyingly sticky. “Oh no, disgusting.” Yoongi grimaces when he swipes a finger on his cheek and finds his own come on it.

“You were literally kissing it a second a go.” Jungkook retorts, and he's right, but Yoongi doesn't like it on his face.

“Help me get clean.” Yoongi says sitting down on Jungkook’s lap, and he feels the younger’s come sliding down his legs. “What a mess.”

Jungkook giggles and sits up under him. “Yes, my messy hyung.” He coos before leaving an open mouthed kiss on Yoongi’s cheek, and that's not what Yoongi meant with “help me get clean”.

“Kook, c’mon!”

But it only spurts Jungkook to keep going, and he collects the come in his mouth before grabbing Yoongi by his nape and pulling him forward.

It’s dirty, so messy.

Jungkook swirls his tongue around Yoongi and lets the come mix with their saliva, a disgusting squelchy sound every time their lips slide against each other, but Yoongi doesn't stop until Jungkook does. They stay like that for some more, breathing each other's air and swallowing the dirty mixture, and Yoongi begins to feel so light-headed that he starts laughing uncontrollably on Jungkook’s lap.

“Hyung, why are you laughing?” Jungkook asks, but he soon starts to laugh too, and they end up sprawling on the bed once again, feeling dirtier than before.

“God i’m so messy.”

Jungkook scoops him up in his arms, and he nuzzles his face on the crook of his neck, smiling against the skin as he throws a leg over his. "So so so much.”

“You’re not exactly giving me a hand here.” Yoongi huffs.

“Oh, you want another hand?” And when Yoongi sees Jungkook going for his crotch he karate chops his wrist and pinches his cheeks.

“Brat.”

“Not my fault you like me so much.” Jungkook teases, but Yoongi doesn't say anything at that. It’s true.

So terribly true that Yoongi doesn't feel like cleaning himself now that he has Jungkook wrapped around his body.

A comfortable silence falls on the room and Yoongi threads his fingers through Jungkook’s cherry red locks with a pleased smile on his face, breathing slowly as Jungkook hums a melody under his breath.

Yoongi is about to fall asleep when he feels a timid touch on his shoulder, and he turns his head to look at Jungkook’s bashful smile. “Hey starlight.”

Jungkook lights up at the nickname, and he presses his lips against his shoulder in a gentle kiss. “Did it feel good?” Jungkook says shyly, and Yoongi shivers at his hot breath breaking on the skin.

He starts threading his fingers through Jungkook’s hair once again, trying to be as reassuring as possible- f the big smile on his lips isn't already an indicator. “I loved it so much.” Yoongi whispers on his forehead, and he keeps caressing the other’s hair until he feels more than hears a breathy laugh. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing in particular hyung.” Jungkook says holding his laugh, and he circles his arms around Yoongi’s torso a little tighter. It’s hot but it really doesn’t matter now. “It’s just that you waited so long for this just because you were afraid I’d let you fall.” He squeezes him in his arms. “As if I’d let that happen…”

Yoongi snorts but leans back to grab Jungkook’s face in his hands, and he drops a sweet kiss on his nose before flicking his forehead.

“Ouch! Why did you do that?”

“Don’t make fun of me, it’s not like you can defy the law of physic.”

Jungkook seems offended by that, even though Yoongi is definitively right. “For you I could hyung.”

“Ugh that’s such a sappy thing to say.” Yoongi grimaces, but he ends up laughing immediately after.

“As if you didn’t proclaim your love for me as I was fulfilling your sexual fantasies.” He scoffs.

Yoongi laughs, and when he looks at Jungkook he can’t help but feel even more in love. “Okay, we’re both disgusting.”

“Disgustingly in love.” Jungkook finishes, and Yoongi starts tickling him until the younger tears up, until his heart feels so full that it aches.

Before they actually clean themselves the hands of the clock have almost completed a rotation, and when Yoongi turns to look at Jungkook wearing his most revealing underwear and low-necked shirt he sighs so loudly that the younger turns around. Smiling.

“Are you actually going to dress like this whenever I’m around?” That technically meaning always.

Jungkook laughs, and he walks towards the elder until he’s close enough to tilt Yoongi’s chin upwards. “Yup! We had so much fun hyung!” He chirps and tickles Yoongi’s chin. “Want to do that again and again and again-“

“Okay, I think you can stop-“

“And again and again.” He concludes a breath away from Yoongi’s lips, and at that toothy grin how can Yoongi say no?

He sighs once again, a smile lifting the corners of his lips, and it would be stupid to refuse his offer. Right? “Next time we’re doing on the bed.”

“What?” Jungkook’s shrill voice fills the air, and another eternity goes by before they’re able to detach themselves from each other’s body.

Yoongi feels good, and as he stares at Jungkook big thighs and exposed butt he can’t help but sob and curse himself and his own damn love for Jungkook’s muscles.

He’s never gonna survive this, right?

“Hyung?” Jungkook brings him out of his thoughts, and Yoongi focuses on his shy smile before anything else.

“What is it?”

“I love you hyung.”

“Love you too baby.” Yoongi says expecting a kiss, but in front of him Jungkook stands still and looks at him with a suspicious grin. “Uh… Kook?”

“Who gets to the kitchen last clears the mess!” He shouts as he runs away, and they’ve been living together for years now, but Yoongi will never get tired of Jungkook’s silliness.

It doesn’t seem so bad as Jungkook always manages to put a smile on his face however.

“Hey, that’s not fair!”

In the end they clean the kitchen together, like good boyfriends do.

In the end, Jungkook fucks him bent on the kitchen table. Just like good lovers do.

And not even in a thousand years Yoongi will shut up about how amazing Jungkook’s muscles feel under the palm of his hands

Neither of them worries about it though.

“Hold up hyung!”

“What is it this time?”

“Want to look at me lifting weights?”

“… Just five minutes.”