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“No,” Min Yoongi replied when he finally stopped laughing and Jeon Jungkook let out an exasperated huff.
“ Please, hyung ?!” He was trying not to whine, because this was meant to be a Very Grown-Up Conversation.
“No,” Yoongi repeated again, and he was turning his attention back to his phone, looking away from Jungkook as though the conversation was already over. Jungkook pouted and threw himself down on the bed beside Yoongi, and Yoongi shuffled over a little to make room for him, but other than that, didn’t pay him any more attention.
“If you don’t, then I’m just gonna find the first guy at the party tonight and ask him to fuck me,” Jungkook blurted out and that got Yoongi to look at him.
“Fine,” he looked at Jungkook challengingly. “Do it.” Jungkook huffed, because Yoongi knew well enough that Jungkook wouldn’t , and he grumbled under his breath before twisting around so that he was laying on his back, crossing his arms over his chest. They were both quiet, listening to the rap music that Yoongi was playing on his stereo–Jungkook always liked the music that Yoongi introduced him to, adding it to his phone whenever he heard something new–but right now he wasn’t paying any attention to it.
It had taken a lot for him to come over and ask Yoongi to help him out–and a lot of encouragement from Kim Taehyung–and Yoongi had laughed in his face and then turned him down promptly.
He was going to make Taehyung take him out for drinks this weekend, and maybe he actually would find someone to finally fuck him. One thing was for certain, that in eight months' time when he turned twenty-two, he would absolutely not be a virgin.
“You’re serious about this, aren’t you?” Yoongi asked after some time had passed, and Jungkook jerked his head up to look at Yoongi so quickly he felt a click in his neck, and he nodded rapidly. Yoongi pursed his lips together before shrugging. “Alright,” he muttered before he was looking back at his phone and Jungkook stared at him, trying to process what he’d just said.
“What…As in yes? Alright as in yes?” He asked, his voice beginning to pitch upward in excitement.
“Alright as in yes,” Yoongi agreed and Jungkook twisted around, jumping up onto all fours and knocking Yoongi’s phone from his hand. “Hey!” Yoongi protested briefly but he didn’t say anything further than that, and he just raised an eyebrow as Jungkook shifted to crouch over top of him, his arms braced on either side of his head. “What?”
“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook asked and Yoongi’s eyebrows quirked.
“Why?”
“Well, we’re going to have sex, right?” Jungkook tilted his head to the side, and from the way he was braced over Yoongi, his long hair was falling around his face as he stared down intently at the older man. “So–can we kiss? Just–to get that part over?” Yoongi’s eyes were narrow for a long moment, but Jungkook kept staring down at him hopefully, and eventually, Yoongi rolled his eyes, and one of his hands came up to curl around the back of Jungkook’s neck.
“Come here then,” he muttered and Jungkook smiled widely, his nose twitching before he was leaning down.
Jungkook hadn’t actually expected it to be this easy, and his toes curled in his socks as his nose brushed against Yoongi’s–his cute nose that Jungkook had been staring at for years. Yoongi closed his eyes and tilted his head upward, closing the gap between them and pressing his mouth up against Jungkook’s.
It was a brief press of their lips together once, twice, a third time, and then Yoongi’s hand shifted a little, off his neck and onto his head, his fingers curling through Jungkook’s hair and guiding his head to the side to make access easier. Jungkook followed the guidance well, letting his mouth fall open when he felt Yoongi’s tongue against his upper lip, there was an embarrassing sound stuck in Jungkook’s throat that he only just managed to swallow down. Yoongi gently tugged on his hair when he wanted to kiss to break, and Jungkook reluctantly lifted himself away, his eyes taking a few moments before they opened.
“You okay?” Yoongi asked quietly, petting the back of Jungkook’s head gently as he watched the younger man, his voice that rumbly in a pleasant way.
“Y-yeah,” Jungkook stammered before squeezing his eyes shut before shaking his head and laughing slightly under his breath. “Yeah, I’m good, hyung,” he said and Yoongi nodded before his arms fell back to the mattress, and one of his hands started patting the bed, looking for his phone.
“Good,” he muttered as he found his phone and stretched out one arm so that Jungkook could lay down next to him. Jungkook happily laid down next to him, twisting around so that he could cuddle against Yoongi’s side and watch the anime he had been halfway through.
Yoongi was best friends with Kim Seokjin, Jungkook’s older brother–technically his step brother, but that wasn’t something Jungkook ever dwelled on. Seokjin’s father had married Jungkook’s mother when Jungkook was nine and Seokjin was thirteen, and Yoongi had come into Jungkook’s life around then, along with Kim Namjoon and Jung Hoseok, Seokjin’s other close friends. Jungkook looked up to all of them, but the way he had felt about Yoongi was a bit different.
Yoongi was so cool .
He was the first one in the group to get a tattoo, shortly after he turned eighteen, he went against his parents wishes, who wanted him to study business and instead got a music degree, and he had always been openly bisexual, which Jungkook had found fascinating . Years later, Namjoon also came out as bisexual, while Seokjin and Hoseok came out as gay, and that all helped Jungkook realize his own sexuality, but it was Yoongi who had always been open and unashamed and Jungkook had looked up to so much it was embarrassing.
His adoration had shifted as he got older, he didn’t have such a big puppy crush on Yoongi, he’d had some boyfriends, he’d gone away and lived in Japan for a year with his best friend, Kim Taehyung, and when they had both come back, he’d been looked at more like a friend and equal than ‘Seokjin’s little brother’ anymore.
It wasn’t as though he had been holding out his virginity in hopes that Yoongi would be the one who would take it, it just–it just kind of happened. There had been a few times when he had gotten close, but something had always happened, usually he had been the one who had made up an excuse or chosen to do something else. It wasn’t that he hadn’t done anything , because he had and he’d enjoyed it , but the full experience just wasn’t something he had gone through with fully yet. And honestly, it was becoming a bit of an annoying thing to hold onto. He was the youngest one in their group, and most of them still viewed him as the baby and being a virgin seemed to reinforce that.
Taehyung was the one who told him to talk to Yoongi. It was well known in their group that Yoongi was the one who enjoyed having sex with multiple partners, and he was also the only one who was single at the moment, other than Seokjin. And obviously Seokjin was absolutely not an option.
He’d half expected for Yoongi to go on a rant about how virginity was a social construct, and how he’d technically already had sex, because he’d talked about two awkward blowjobs he’d given when they were all drinking in the past few months.
He was glad that Yoongi had said yes.
And he owed Taehyung a drink, because he had been relatively certain that the man would actually say no, while Taehyung had insisted that he would agree.
Yoongi had slept with everyone in their group except for Taehyung and Jungkook–he’d even slept with Park Jimin when Jimin had first moved to the city, before he and Namjoon had gotten together. Even Seokjin who had been in love with Jung Hoseok for as far back as Jungkook could remember, but it almost seemed like some weird rite of passage for everyone to have slept with Yoongi. There had never been any hard feelings, since something that they all knew about Yoongi was that he didn’t do relationships, he simply wasn’t interested in them. He didn’t have sex because he wanted a romantic connection, it was just something he really enjoyed, and apparently was good at. Jungkook still remembers when he was seventeen and was meant to be in bed, sneaking out to listen at his brothers door when Yoongi, Namjoon and Hoseok were all staying over, listening to them tease Yoongi and mention things in great detail that made Jungkook squirm.
And now…Now it was his turn to finally find out what all the hype was about.
The next time Jungkook saw Yoongi was at dinner at Seokjin and Hoseok’s apartment, Yoongi arrived late with his hat turned backwards and a love bite glowing on his neck, barely hidden by the collar of his shirt. Jungkook used to get jealous, when he was younger and had no idea how to control his emotions, before that had given way to casual acceptance, as he had come to terms with the fact that Yoongi had never seen him as anything more than his best friends little brother.
Maybe it would be different now, though.
“Who was it this time, huh?” Jimin teased as they gathered in the lounge, Yoongi pushing his way in between where Namjoon and Jungkook were sitting on what was technically only a two person couch. Jungkook happily moved over to make room while Namjoon grumbled under his breath, and Yoongi rolled his eyes, not bothering to answer the question. “Or can’t you keep track?”
“Shut up, Minnie,” Yoongi muttered before shoving pork and ramen into his mouth from the bowl he’d swiped at the kitchen counter.
“You shut up,” Jimin snipped back with no fire in his voice, and Hoseok piped up to intervene before the two went back and forth any further. The pair of them could devolve into squabbles if they were ever left alone–never anything personal, but it could drag on and on if no one put an end to it.
“Jinnie got a promotion at work!” Hoseok announced happily and conversation shifted easily. Jungkook already knew about the promotion, they’d had dinner with their parents last night–Hoseok had been there as well, of course–and his mother had made mochi for dessert to celebrate. Still, he smiled widely and congratulated Seokjin as the rest of the group cheered for him. Seokjin had been working at the same gaming company he was with since he was in university, interning with them and slowly working his way up until now he now managing his own team.
Taehyung and Jungkook were put in charge of cleaning up, which was common with them being the youngest, and Yoongi came into the kitchen to grab another beer from the fridge while they were doing the dishes. Taehyung looked pointedly across at Jungkook and then toward Yoongi before making some excuse to leave.
Maybe it was to leave Jungkook alone with Yoongi, or maybe it was because Taehyung despised doing dishes.
“Hyung?” Jungkook piped up as Yoongi began walking back toward the door.
“Mm?” Yoongi paused as he snapped off the lid of his beer, looking back at Jungkook.
“Could I come over tomorrow night?” He asked, forcing the words out before he could second guess himself.
“Since when do you ask before you come over?” Yoongi snorted as he sipped from his beer. Jungkook pursed his lips together, not sure how to respond to that since the reason he wanted to go over was to have sex. His brother was in the next room, and even though none of them had a problem with how Yoongi had slept his way around all of them, there was definitely some kind of unspoken rule that Jungkook was off limits. Or maybe it was spoken, Jungkook didn’t know all of the conversations that Yoongi had with Seokjin.
Whatever the case, Yoongi read the hesitance on his face and seemed to understand, because he shot Jungkook a half smirk.
“Okay, I’ll be home after five,” he told Jungkook. “If you get there before me, just use your card to get in.” Jungkook smiled brightly at him, and then shouted out for Taehyung.
“Get your ass back in here and dry these dishes!” Yoongi just smiled, lifting his beer bottle in a half wave before leaving the kitchen, bumping shoulders with a huffy looking Taehyung going back into the kitchen.
Jungkook ended up running later than he expected the next day when he showed up at Yoongi’s, spending a lot longer in the shower after he’d been to the gym than he usually was. Taehyung was thankfully out, he had something on with some of his friends from university, or else he would have been banging on the door and teasing him about how long he was taking. He just wanted to make sure he was stretched and clean –super, super clean.
Yoongi answered the door with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and the lovebite on his neck wasn’t as bright red anymore.
Jungkook wondered if Yoongi would let him give him a hickey at some stage…
“So…Can you rim me?” Jungkook asked as they stood in the middle of the lounge and Yoongi blinked before letting out a laugh.
“I…Okay,” Yoongi shrugged, looking amused. “Are you sure?”
“Yes!” Jungkook nodded determinedly. “I’ve–I mean, everyone talks about how good you are–Namjoonie goes on about it all the time.” Yoongi was still staring at him with a barely concealed smile on his face before he shrugged again. Jungkook had actually thought that maybe Yoongi wouldn’t be open to it–he had been incredibly nervous about asking–which was why he had blurted it out so quickly.
“Do you want to go and shower–”
“I’m already clean!” Jungkook replied quickly.
“Okay, okay,” Yoongi held his hands up. “I was just checking.”
“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t all clean ,” Jungkook couldn’t help his pout, feeling slightly offended that Yoongi thought he wouldn’t have prepared himself, and Yoongi reached and flicked his chin playfully.
“It was just a question, Bun,” he told him and Jungkook tried to keep his eyes narrowed as he was looking at Yoongi, but Yoongi just smiled and jerked his head over his shoulder. “Do you want to go to the bedroom or stay out here in the lounge?”
“Bedroom,” Jungkook replied decisively, and as Yoongi nodded, Jungkook brushed by him in the direction of Yoongi’s room.
There had been a time when Yoongi had exclusively been Seokjin’s friend, but Jungkook was glad that in the past few years, they were friends. He and Yoongi got on really well, actually, they would paint together and went to some pottery and art classes together, and they cooked together sometimes. It was just nice between them, and Jungkook hoped that Yoongi saw him in the same way, as a good friend, and not just as his best friends kid brother.
He wouldn’t be doing this if he thought of Jungkook still as a kid, right?
Jungkook had thought he was all ready for this, but when he was laid back on Yoongi’s bed, and Yoongi was kneeling beside him with a hand resting on his knee, he suddenly felt nervous. Yoongi wasn’t moving quickly, he was looking up at Jungkook and clearly waiting for a signal from him before anything started.
“Did you…Are you sure about this?” Yoongi asked gently. “You know it’s totally okay if you’re not…Or if you wanted to start with something else first.” Jungkook swallowed hard, his eyes sliding up to look at the ceiling again before he shook his head.
He wanted this.
He really, really wanted this– everything .
“Please?” His voice came out a lot quieter than he expected to, because even though this was what he wanted, he was nervous.
“How about…How about I use my mouth somewhere else first, hm? We can work up to me eating you out,” Yoongi suggested, and Jungkook’s cheeks flared red with the implication.
“I…Okay,” he mumbled.
“Okay,” Yoongi repeated back and Jungkook appreciated that he hadn’t commented on his bright blush. “Do you want to take down your pants, or do you want me to?” Jungkook swallowed again before his hands shifted to rest over the front of his sweatpants, and then hooked his fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and his briefs underneath, lifting up his ass and shoving them down around his thighs. Yoongi barely glanced down at him before he was looking back up at Jungkook’s face, Jungkook could feel his eyes on him and forced himself to lower his gaze from the ceiling and meet his eyes. Yoongi was smiling at him, in the same comforting way that he had smiled at Jungkook when he’d fallen off his bike, and when he graduated high school–soft and kind and reassuring. “If you want me to stop, you tell me, okay, Jungkook-ah?”
“Yes, hyung,” Jungkook nodded, even though he already knew he wouldn’t be asking Yoongi to stop.
Yoongi didn’t rush into it, kneeling between Jungkook’s thighs and rubbing his palms up and down his thighs, over the slight fuzz of hair that tickled pleasantly, and then up to his hips, pushing up the hem of his shirt just a little. Jungkook tried to breathe normally, but that became even harder when Yoongi slowly leaned down to press gentle kisses on his lower stomach, and his thigh, and then his hot breath was exhaling over Jungkook’s cock and he couldn’t help his low whimper.
When Yoongi’s lips closed around the head of his cock, Jungkook couldn’t stop his whine and the way his eyes rolled back. And then as Yoongi slowly slid down, his tongue gently lapping at his cock and around the base, and one his hands fondling lightly at his balls, Jungkook’s sounds got louder, and his hands clenched at the navy blue duvet cover.
He wasn’t sure how long he lasted, but it was only a few minutes at most, and then Yoongi was swallowing around him, drinking down his cum and wiping at his lips with the back of his hand and Jungkook felt as though he had ascended to a whole other state of being.
Yoongi laid down next to him as Jungkook tried to catch his breath, his pants shoved down around his knees, and Yoongi shuffled his arm until it was underneath Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook’s head instinctively tipped to the side to rest on Yoongi’s shoulder. He didn’t talk, and Jungkook was thankful for that, because his head felt as though it was stuffed with cotton wool. Instead the older man trailed his fingers back and forth on Jungkook’s shoulder and eventually lifted his phone above them so that they could watch TikToks together.
“You asked him to rim you?!” Taehyung’s voice was so loud they drew attention from a couple of people at the table next to them, and Jungkook slapped his hand across Taehyung’s mouth as his cheeks flamed.
“ Shut up !” Jungkook hissed while Taehyung just laughed before licking at his hand. Jungkook jerked it away with a scrunched up nose, wiping it on his jeans as Taehyung kept laughing.
“Well, you’ve always been an overachiever,” he acknowledged while Jungkook dropped his head into his hands. “You’re lucky he didn’t just laugh in your face.”
“Hyung wouldn’t be that mean,” Jungkook made a face at Taehyung while Taehyung just grinned.
“Not to you anyway,” he agreed. “Bet he didn’t kick you out on your ass afterwards either like he does with all his other hookups.”
“You make him sound mean ,” Jungkook pouted as he looked over at Taehyung. “Hyung isn’t mean , you know that.”
“I’m not saying he’s mean, just–you know,” Taehyung shrugged as he picked up his drink. “He doesn’t do attachments and stuff. He’s never had a boyfriend, and he gets annoyed when people get clingy.” Jungkook did know that, he’d heard Yoongi complain about friends with benefit situations that had tried to escalate their situation, but…He didn’t think that applied to him.
They were friends.
“He cuddled me afterward,” Jugkook felt the need to defend Yoongi, and Taehyung’s eyebrows raised.
“Yoongi cuddled?!”
“ Yes ,” Jungkook retorted. “Now, can we talk about how you’re trying to get in Seokjin and Hoseok’s pants?”
The next time wasn’t planned at all, and it was at Jungkook’s apartment. Namjoon, Jimin and Yoongi had come over for dinner, and while Jungkook loved hanging out with his friends, Namjoon and Jimin always ended up laying all over each other and giving each other big, gooey eyes, and so he didn’t mind when they left, and it was just him and Yoongi in his apartment. They cleaned up the dishes from dinner together, and Yoongi unlocked Jungkook’s phone because he’d known the code since Jungkook was in high school, and put on some music and they went into the lounge and played some Playstation. Yoongi wasn’t big on gaming consoles, he didn’t have any at his place, but whenever he was at Jungkook’s, or Seokjin or Taehyung’s, he was happy to play.
He wasn’t any good, though, and Jungkook was really good, and so Yoongi resorted to tickling Jungkook or moving to sit on his lap and block his view whenever Jungkook started winning by a large margin.
Jungkook still won, and Yoongi ended up flying off the track or crashing more times than they could count, and Jungkook crowed with victory. Usually, Yoongi would flick his nose, or just roll his eyes, but this time he pouted. It was playful and Jungkook knew he wasn’t really upset, but as Yoongi crossed his arms and moved to the corner of the couch, he couldn’t help his next words.
“I could blow you to make it up to you?” He offered, and Yoongi’s eyes flashed wide before he let out an abrupt laugh.
“Shit, Jungkookie!” He snorted, and Jungkook blushed a bit but shrugged.
“I could?” He offered again, because in all honesty, he wanted to. Yoongi had made him feel good when Jungkook had just dropped his request on him–and Yoongi’s mouth had felt so good, of course it had, and hopefully one of their next times it would actually be lower and he wouldn’t be too embarrassed for Yoongi to actually rim him but–
He really wanted to do this.
“I thought this was about you, huh?” Yoongi’s cheeks were a bit flushed, either from the proposition or from the soju they had been drinking earlier.
“This is !” Jungkook fired back. “I want to–I want to learn ! I want to do stuff a-and learn how to–how to do stuff to others!” Yoongi looked amused, but he was slouching himself further down on the couch with his legs spread wide, and he didn’t look like he disliked the idea. “Please?” He added with a tilt of his head and blinking, because he remembered hearing Seokjin grumble one time that Yoongi was a complete sucker for Jungkook’s big eyes. Jungkook wasn’t above taking advantage of that. “Please?” He repeated, sticking out his lower lip in a pout that was much more convincing than Yoongi’s.
“Well…If a pretty boy is offering to go down on me, I’m not going to say no,” Yoongi finally said and Jungkook perked up. He was almost so distracted by the fact that he was actually going to give a blowjob –and not just to anyone, but to Yoongi –that he almost missed what Yoongi had said. And the fact that he had called Jungkook pretty . He paused for a moment before shuffling to the edge of the couch and then lowering himself down onto the floor, on his knees, and when he glanced back up at Yoongi. Yoongi was watching him with dark eyes, and the tip of his pink tongue was pressing against his lower lip.
Jungkook could feel himself getting hard in his own sweatpants, even though nothing had even happened .
He wiggled himself closer and hesitantly put his hands on Yoongi’s knees, looking up at Yoongi from underneath his eyelashes and Yoongi was staring right back at him. It was intoxicating to have Yoongi’s attention so hyper-focussed on him, it made his stomach warm and his limbs feel loose in a way that he hadn’t felt in a while. It used to happen all the time when he was younger, every time Yoongi teased him or ruffled his hair, and Jungkook thought he’d gotten over those feelings of puppy love a long time ago.
“Can I…?”
“Yeah, baby,” Yoongi exhaled, making himself comfortable and lazily unbuckling his belt with one hand. Jungkook blinked, and he was completely hard.
Hoseok called him baby, and sometimes Taehyung did as well. It was fond, and sweet, and sometimes it made Jungkook a bit grumpy because he knew that they were teasing him, but–Yoongi didn’t call him baby. He was Jungkookie, or Koo, or Jungkook’s personal favourite ‘Bun’.
But baby …
Oh, he liked that a lot.
And then Yoongi’s pants and the boxers he was wearing underneath were pushed down, and Jungkook shuffled closer on his knees, and Yoongi spread his thighs, and it took everything in Jungkook not to just face plant into Yoongi’s crotch. He knew what to do–in theory, anyway–because he lived with Taehyung, and because he watched porn and did his research, but he’d never actually been face-to-face with someone else’s cock before. He was tentative as he wrapped his fingers around the base of Yoongi’s cock. It was smaller than Jungkook’s, and it was so pink , and while Jungkook had had a habit of shaving since he was about seventeen, Yoongi tidily trimmed his pubic hair. It was dark and slightly coarse as Jungkook’s fingers brushed against it as he adjusted his grip on Yoongi, and Jungkook really liked it. He thought it suited Yoongi well. He didn’t realize how long he was taking just to inspect Yoongi before the older man cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow.
“You know you need to actually put it in your mouth for it to be considered a blow job, right?” He teased and Jungkook rolled his eyes.
“I know ,” he grumbled before he leaned forward with parted lips, and took the head of Yoongi’s cock into his mouth. It tasted a little salty but mainly like nothing, just like skin, which…Jungkook didn’t know what he was expecting. He licked over the head with the tip of his tongue and heard Yoongi’s breathing hitch above him. He looked up as best as he could, but Yoongi’s eyes were closed, and Jungkook focussed back on what he was doing.
He knew it wouldn’t have been the best blow job that Yoongi had ever had–he imagined that Yoongi had probably lost count of the amount he’d had–but Yoongi started making little huffing, groaning noises under his breath and his thighs spread wider on either side of Jungkook and at one point when Jungkook was testing how far down he could go, Yoongi reached forward to bury his hand in Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook really liked that. He’d always liked it when people played with his hair–Hoseok and Jimin did it a lot–but he’d never really thought about having his hair pulled .
He liked it a lot .
“Bun– fuck ,” Yoongi hissed as Jungkook managed to keep to a steady rhythm, hollowing out his cheeks and letting saliva dribble down Yoongi’s cock and dampening his pubic hair. “I’m gonna cum–where do you–”
“In my mouth, hyung,” Jungkook’s words were muffled from where he refused to take Yoongi out from between his lips. “In my mouth.”
“ Shit , Jungkookie,” Yoongi panted and his fingers were still in Jungkook’s hair, and Jungkook liked that–the way Yoongi said his name in a raspy, deep voice, and he wanted to say that again and again. So he worked harder, licking loudly at Yoongi’s cock, and more saliva leaking from the corners of his mouth, and he was a bit embarrassed by just how loud he was, but Yoongi didn’t seem to mind, so he kept going. Plus, he kind of liked how loud he was, it sounded obscene and sloppy, and he couldn’t help but rock his hips upward, trying to chase after any kind of pressure. “Jungkookie– baby, fuck, ” Yoongi started to fuck forward into Jungkook’s mouth, which made Jungkook gag in surprise and Yoongi instantly forced himself to stop but Jungkook’s hands slapped down on Yoongi’s thighs and dug his fingernails in.
“Mm- mm ,” Jungkook looked back up at Yoongi, and Yoongi was so pretty . He’d always thought Yoongi was pretty, but his head fell back and his cheeks were pink and his lips were swollen and parted as he let out a long groan.
He was so hot .
Jungkook’s young self would definitely be cheering him on right now.
Yoongi came in his mouth, and it was warm and salty and not the most pleasant but Jungkook had always been determined to be the best and so he swallowed everything Yoongi gave him. He pulled back slowly afterward, feeling a bit light-headed and his lips were swollen, sitting back on his heels and looked up at Yoongi in a daze. He hadn’t expected Yoongi to be staring back at him with glowing eyes, his chest heaving from his heavy breathing. They stared at each other for a long moment before Yoongi slowly pulled himself into a seated position and leaned forward to gently wipe his thumb against the corner of Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook blinked as he looked down to see a smear of Yoongi’s cum, which Yoongi offered to him and Jungkook’s tongue peeked out to lap it off Yoongi’s thumb.
“Good boy,” Yoongi breathed and Jungkook felt like he could fly.
Yoongi went down on him next, just a few days later after they had gone out for dinner. Namjoon and Jimin left earlier than the rest of them because they were going to Busan early the next morning to visit Jimin’s parents, and when the rest left, Yoongi never left his side even though his apartment was in the opposite direction, acting casual about the way he was clearly going home with Jungkook. They were talking about a movie that was coming out next week that Yoongi and Taehyung both wanted to see while Jungkook was uninterested and Yoongi was trying to convince him that it was good.
It really didn’t matter if it was good–if Yoongi asked Jungkook to go, then he would, and he would have the best time.
When they stepped into Jungkook’s apartment, Yoongi touched Jungkook’s waist in a soft way that had Jungkook’s stomach squeezing, and he turned around before he had even bothered to turn on the light and Yoongi stepped up close behind. He pressed Jungkook against the wall beside the shoe rack, and Jungkook all but melted as Yoongi leaned in to kiss him. His lips were sticky–both of them had been drinking soju and Jungkook could taste the peach that Yoongi prefered on his tongue–and Yoongi’s hand moved to circle around Jungkook, resting at his lower back.
“Your waist is insane,” Yoongi said between kisses. “You know that, right?” He didn’t really give Jungkook any time to respond before the kiss was getting deeper, but Jungkook didn’t care. He was glad the lights weren’t on because he knew his cheeks and ears would be bright red, especially when he let out a squeak as Yoongi bit into his lower lip.
Yoongi fell to his knees right there, tugging open Jungkook’s belt and pulling down his jeans and Jungkook almost collapsed when Yoongi’s hot mouth closed around him. Jungkook returned the favour once they’d reached his bedroom–after stopping by the kitchen for a drink of water and then the bathroom to wash their faces–feeling more confident this time.
“Use your hand, Bun,” Yoongi sighed as he shuffled back slightly on the bed, one of his socked feet rubbing against Jungkook’s side. Jungkook listened, balancing himself on one elbow while the other hand wrapped around the base of Yoongi’s cock. He could take all of Yoongi in, right to the back of his throat, but if he did it too often, then he could feel his gag reflex starting to kick in, and Yoongi seemed aware of that. “That’s it,” Yoongi whispered and Jungkook could feel the way Yoongi responded, his thighs tightening on either side of Jungkook as he began to moan louder. Jungkook kept doing it, wanting to hear Yoongi’s sounds continue, and he knew his movements were a bit sloppy, trying to focus on sucking and licking at the head of Yoongi’s cock while setting a steady rhythm with his hand, but Yoongi seemed happy.
Jungkook wanted Yoongi to call him baby again, the first time still echoed in his ears when he was going to sleep or alone in the shower.
“Jungkookie , shit ,” Yoongi gasped as the circle of Jungkook’s fingers tightened around his cock and spit dribbled down to make the movements more slick. Jungkook was trying to slide down as far as he could as fast as he could without choking himself and he seemed to be doing well because Yoongi was starting to shift beneath him and he planted his feet on the bed on either side of Jungkook. “Jungkookie, baby, fuck ,” the way he was rocking his hips made it clear he was holding himself from moving too much–and Jungkook was grateful , but he hoped it would get to the point where Yoongi could fuck his face.
Or, technically anyone, because it wasn’t as though he and Yoongi were dating, this was just practice –
Jungkook shoved those thoughts away as he swallowed around Yoongi because now was not the time.
Yoongi came down his throat and then tugged Jungkook up to lay beside him after as he caught his breath. Usually when Yoongi stayed over–which hadn’t happened a lot , but it wasn’t unheard of either– usually they would share the bed but very much keeping to their sides. Tonight, Yoongi fussed and pulled at Jungkook until he was spooning Yoongi from behind, and Jungkook fell asleep happily with his face buried in Yoongi’s neck.
And the next morning he finally found out what rimming felt like as they shared a shower. Yoongi knelt down behind him while Jungkook kept his hands on the damp tiles and his feet almost skidded out from underneath him as Yoongi’s mouth did all kinds of things to him.
“ Oh, fuck !” Jungkook practically screamed out when Yoongi reached between his legs and only had to tug on his cock a handful of times before he was coming all over the tiles. Yoongi looked smug when he stood up and resumed washing himself.
“Wait, you’re sleeping with Yoongi?” Jimin gasped out from across the table.
“Catch up,” Taehyung said with an amused look.
“Shut up,” Jungkook grunted.
“Namjoonie was wondering who Yoongi was sleeping with,” Jimin murmured, looking as though something was making sense to him that Taehyung and Jungkook were completely clueless about.
“What do you mean?” Jungkook had to ask, even though he was a bit nervous about the reply. Jimin shrugged before he was snagging a piece of chicken from Jungkook’s plate, and Jungkook pursed his lips unhappily but didn’t argue, waiting for Jimin’s response.
“When Joon and Yoongi were hanging out the other week he got a call from Steph,” Jimin said, his lips greasy from the chicken. “And he didn’t answer,” he shrugged. “You know they hook up quite a bit.” Jungkook was aware, Yoongi and Steph worked with a lot of the same people in their corner of the music industry, and they’d been sleeping together on and off since they were in their late teens. “Joonie asked him and Yoongi just said he’s not interested in sleeping with anyone else at the moment.” Jungkook tried not to smile too big from where he was across from Jimin, but both he and Taehyung gave him a knowing look. “He tried to ask who Yoongi was sleeping with, but he wouldn’t answer.” Jungkook appreciated that as well, because it wasn’t something he wanted to advertise–not unless he figured out a way to tell his brother. “It kind of sucked because Joon was going to ask if he wanted to hang out with us soon, but obviously he’s not interested.”
“Hang out?” Jungkook couldn’t help how his eyes narrowed.
“Well…You know,” Jimin shrugged with a smile. “We’ve both slept with him before and there’s been a few weekends that we’ve all… Hung out together.”
“Wait, why didn’t we know about this?” Taehyung interupted.
“Well, it’s not really something we advertise,” Jimin retorted while Jungkook tried not to show his anoyance. Yoongi could obviously sleep with whoever he wanted to–and he did–and he should just be happy that for some reason Yoongi had decided to slow that down and focus on Jungkook. He didn’t know what that meant , but there was a big part of him that had been actively ignoring the possibility of Yoongi sleeping with anyone else.
Come to think of it, there hadn’t been any hickeys or unexplained scratches on Yoongi recently, and he hadn’t ducked out of any of their dinners or game nights like he often had when he was meeting up with someone.
“Hold on!” Jimin suddenly yelled out, getting a nasty look from the group of girls who were seated at the booth across from them. Jimin just rolled his eyes back before looking at Jungkook. “So you’re not a virgin anymore?” His voice was still loud and Jungkook threw a wadded up napkin at him.
“Kind of?” He mumbled and Taehyung was looking at him curiously too.
“What do you mean?” Jimin asked.
“We haven’t had, like, actual sex yet,” his cheeks were flaming. “We’ve done other stuff.”
“Has he used his mouth on you yet?” Jimin asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows and Jungkook let out a groan while both Jimin and Taehyung laughed.
“...Yes,” he admitted when they both stared at him and it was clear that they weren’t going to let him escape without an answer. “And it was good, really good, are we done now?” He asked and Jimin giggled while Taehyung didn’t bother trying to hide his loud laugh, but thankfully they allowed the conversation to move on from there.
“I’m thinking about getting a dog,” Jungkook said as he looked up from the manga he had been reading, over to where Yoongi was reading a book. It was a book about sex, which had perked up Jungkook’s ears when he had first heard that, but then he read the blurb on the back and attempted to read the page Yoongi was on and that quickly lost interest. It was something about the theory of sex and apparently written by a therapist, and Jungkook really didn’t care about that.
“A dog?” Yoongi asked after a moment, closing his book in his lap with his finger between the pages to save his spot.
“Yeah,” Jungkook nodded his head firmly. “I–I mean I work good hours, and I usually go for a run most days anyway.” Admittedly he’d been slacking on that a little, especially on the days when he was seeing Yoongi, which was becoming more and more often. “And hyung works from home, I can always take them there if I’m working longer hours.” Seokjin would complain about it but Jungkook knew it would all be for show, he would do anything for Jungkook. Besides, they had both wanted a dog growing up–Seokjin would probably spoil any dog Jungkook got almost as much as Jungkook did. “I could look after one!” Jungkook’s voice pitched upward as Yoongi’s silence dragged on. “I know you all think I’m a baby but I could–”
“There’s a rescue not far from my work,” Yoongi interupted and Jungkook blinked. “Come and pick me up sometime this week and we can go and have a look.” Jungkook nodded silently and Yoongi’s attention moved back to his book, opening it up and returning to reading.
Jungkook wasn’t even sure why Yoongi was at his place–he’d just shown up yesterday morning with breakfast and invited himself in. He stayed that night, and even though they kissed a few times, they didn’t have sex–or fool around in any type of way. Yoongi wanted to be spooned again that night, and Jungkook was more than willing to do that.
He was a bit confused, but he also just didn’t care. He liked Yoongi in whatever way he could have him.