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jungkook isn’t weak, he isn’t.
he just… there’s just something about taehyung’s voice that’s undeniably enchanting.
when they skype, jungkook could almost fall asleep to the soothing sounds of his boyfriend’s voice, the lilt of his phrases, the steady beat of them. the sometimes ragged edge curling around his words. he has, actually, once or twice, only to wake up and scowl when he sees he’s got a text message with a picture of his own drooling face through taehyung’s computer screen.
how it goes gravelly when he wakes up; how it goes high-pitched and rapid when he gets heated, the gasps that take over his throat when he tries and fails to catch his breath from laughing too hard. jungkook likes all of it.
some times more than others.
when he’s in a “mood”, for example. (jimin calls it preheat; jungkook refuses to admit it; he’s not weak; not whipped. absolutely preposterous).
like right now.
jungkook’s sitting in the metro with his hands tucked between his thighs and his body flushing hot, teeth biting into his bottom lip as he looks down. he’s got his earbuds on, tae’s soft voice dripping honey into his ears, making matters worse but also so, so much better.
(taehyung would tease him for ages if he knew jungkook had clippings of his voice recorded and saved to his phone, from voicemails and skype calls. but they help jungkook; help him fall asleep, help him believe his boyfriend’s snuggled next to him on days when he’s gone on trips for work, when the house is empty and jungkook feels just a little too homesick to ignore it.)
he woke up feeling particularly needy this morning; the faint remnants of a brush of lips against his brow lingering in his memory, taehyung long gone for work, was the only touch from his boyfriend he’d gotten for the day. taehyung wouldn’t come back until late in the night, they wouldn’t be able to meet for lunch or anything else, jungkook having classes all the way down the other side of the city.
so jungkook had grumbled; snuffled into the sheets, refusing to get up until absolutely necessary; sleepily made himself toast and smiled faintly as yeontan came tottering around his ankles, fur tickling his skin. gotten dressed haphazardly, warm and cozy in one of taehyung’s largest, fuzziest sweaters, before hiking his backpack on his shoulders and locking the door behind him.
getting to class, not paying much attention to the lecture and getting more than a few elbow jabs to his side courtesy of jimin. staring at his phone forlornly, waiting for anything from taehyung, sighing with the result of nothing. he’s probably having a particularly hectic day.
getting lost in the steam of his hot chocolate, nursing the heat from the ceramic in his palms and relishing in its comfort, blinking and looking up when he got an irate snap of fingers and a slight scowl after a while.
“...huh?”
“jungkookie,” jimin sighs, “i’ve been having a one-sided conversation the second we sat down here.”
jungkook blinks again. presses closer into himself, wishing the heat of his drink would transfer faster into his body. he should probably drink it, but then his hands will get cold.
“oh.”
“what’s on your mind?”
jungkook chews at his lips, shrugs. jimin frowns, looks him up and down. realisation slowly dawns across his features.
“that’s one of taehyungie’s sweaters, isn’t it.” jungkook rubs at his bicep and nods. jimin lets out a huff through his nose. “do you miss him?”
“no?” jungkook tries, then slumps. “maybe a little bit. but it’s stupid; i’m gonna see him tonight…”
he sees his friend shake his head, faint amusement in the gesture.
“jesus, kookie, how do you still not know when your heats hit?”
“they’re irregular,” jungkook defends himself, cupping his mug a little tighter, flushing a little at the mention and, oh. that’s what’s been going on. that’s why he feels a little off. “i can’t keep track of them.”
all jimin does is give him a fond smile.
“would you like to cuddle?”
and jungkook, for all the tough front he likes to put up, jungkook immediately feels himself melt in jimin’s arms when his friend stands to slide into his booth and press against his side, one arm over his shoulders and pulling him in, the other over his thigh, palm burning through the fabric of jungkook’s sweats. jungkook shivers; feels the heat from his friend’s body wash over him, thigh squished against thigh, waist against waist. burrows his nose along jimin’s jaw before settling into the column of his neck, breathing in and feeling himself go lax, head tilted lazily and momentary peace settling in his bones.
jimin isn’t taehyung; won’t ever be, but he’s alpha. his scent washes over jungkook like a wave of home, comfort, warmth.
even so; even so, when they depart, when jungkook’s finished his drink and jimin’s run pudgy fingers through his hair time enough to almost make him fall asleep, the feeling pulls back abruptly, no matter how gently jimin nudges him off, gets him to stand and sweeps his bangs away from his forehead.
jungkook feels his bottom lip tremble against his will. sees jimin go soft, feels his hand squeeze his own.
“go home, bub,” jimin tells him with a grin.
and that’s where jungkook finds himself now; on the way home, sitting alone in the metro, flush with neediness and want, cold loneliness engulfing his entire being while he listens to his boyfriend’s voice croon in his ear, soft and deep.
“... and i can’t wait to see you smile in person again,” a lick of lips, “hear you laugh with me,” a dopey giggle, “can’t wait to hold you in my arms again…” a sigh, the sound crackling in his earbuds and so close to the speakers jungkook can almost feel the breadth of air against his eardrum. “miss you always, baby. i love you always always always.”
then he listens to taehyung give wet kisses into the microphone, sloppy and short and loud, and it should gross jungkook out. it should break him out of his reverie, his weird subdued trance he always gets into right before a heat, but it doesn’t.
instead, jungkook flushes, mortified, when the sound only makes him grow lax against his seat and dampness seep between his cheeks.
he squeezes his thighs against his hands tighter; sucks in a sharp, quiet breath, eyelashes fluttering wildly as he tries to keep composure. he’s in public, for chrissake’s. he wears liners on the daily, but it’s still uncomfortable, jungkook leaning his head on the window with a dull thud as he feels another trickle of slick wet his underwear.
the track’s stopped playing, but his playlist’s moved on to another one, one with a deeper, rougher, sleep-addled voice. jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, but makes no move to switch tracks on his phone.
“morning, bun, ” taehyung’s voice growls through his tinny earbuds, feeling so, so close, “it’s a little early, but i have a meeting at eight… what can you do. aah, wish i could be sleeping in with your arms around me instead.” a small chuckle, his boyfriend huffing and clearing his throat in an attempt to get rid of his rasp. it fails, and jungkook. okay, jungkook is weak. “only three more days and then i come back home. and then i’ll get all the cuddles i want, right? ” another laugh. “i love you, baby. i hope you have a good day. give lots of pets to tannie for me, yeah? i’ll call you tonight. i love you.”
jungkook holds in a whimper, then. because he can’t really focus on the words, mind fogged over by the lilt in his boyfriend’s words, the familiar timber that only seems to get him needier and redder in the cheeks, but when he does, it just takes him back. to those long stretches of days without taehyung, the apartment empty.
the metro halts at his stop. jungkook nearly bolts out of his seat to head home.
he needs taehyung.
taehyung isn’t home yet, of course. jungkook throws his backpack somewhere onto the ground when he gets in, reminds himself to fill up yeontan’s bowl with kibbles, then speeds to their bedroom.
toes his socks off, takes off his sweater only to grab another one of taehyung’s because the previous one had stopped smelling like his boyfriend halfway through the day, and burrows into their covers. rolls onto the left side of the bed, surrounds himself of taehyung taehyung taehyung. another trickle of slick, and jungkook groans into the pillow, curling into a ball.
he’s not usually this bad during preheat. he’s subdued, yes, and clings to taehyung at every chance he gets, yes, but horny ? that’s not usually due until three days later, once the heat finally kicks in.
it’s that stupid—stupid voice of his, jungkook thinks blearily, mind conjuring up those tracks he’d saved. so—so deep, warm, perfect, so. good.
jungkook doesn’t notice himself dragging his fingers downwards until he feels the first brush of his digits against his clothed hole with a wide-eyed “oh,” the feeling sending a zap of heat course through him.
he won’t gush so much, he knows, not this early in. it’s still more than when he’s out of his cycle, though, and jungkook is a stickler for cleanliness and not yet out of his mind with lust, so he hops off the bed and quickly pads to their closet to fetch a hand towel and lay it over their mattress. he kicks off his sweats, huffing, because yeah, he guesses he’s doing this, and lays over the towel, feeling a shiver go up his spine as the air cools over his skin.
his fingers go back between his cheeks easily, idly rubbing over his clothed rim. jungkook whines, and juts his face into taehyung’s pillow, inhaling. vanilla, oats, cinnamon.
jungkook blinks rapidly, face falling. he wants taehyung.
he fumbles for his phone with his free hand, the device left on the nightstand. clumsily pushes the volume button up, opens his music library and clicks on the first file he sees. taehyung’s voice filters through the air, and jungkook immediately relaxes.
“...you’ll never guess what happened today, baby!! guk, this morning lola had her three kits! all healthy, all in good shape and so so cute, i wish you could see them! we’re gonna check them up some more just to make sure everything’s in order, but the mother’s in tip top shape too so we should be able to let her and the litter go soon. i’m really relieved—”
jungkook softens. he remembers that day, taehyung having worried himself to the bone over the mother lynx him and his team had discovered injured and pregnant during a run in the forest. it’d been an ordeal but they’d managed to get her health back and deliver the litter safely. taehyung had come back home smiling wide and bright and kissed jungkook silly.
right now, though, all he can focus on is the timbre of taehyung’s voice, the way his words wash over him in a blur of comfort and need. he feels the spot of fabric over his rim soak with more slick, whimpers and pushes his finger into the wet. rubs up and down the cleft of his ass, clenching and squirming and his cock chubs up in his underwear, staining the front of his briefs. he’s getting himself wet all over.
“—you know, guk, you kinda remind me of a lynx,” taehyung giggles, fond. jungkook moans and spreads his legs. “you’re strong and small, feisty; you’ve got those big eyes, that cute nose, cuddly deep down. you’re my little lynx, hehe. ”
jungkook fists his sheets; sloppily pushes the back of his underwear downwards, just under his asscheeks so he has access to his rim. the skin on skin contact sends a jolt of arousal coursing through him and jungkook can feel his thighs shake already.
“hah— tae— taehy ung , nhh— ”
he doesn’t completely dip in; teases himself, spreads his arousal around, moaning high and soft and snuffling into his boyfriend’s pillow. with his senses mounting higher the more riled up he gets, jungkook can smell taehyung stronger, the comfort of his familiar scent surrounding him all over. he gushes another little trickle of slick, and gasps when it causes his finger to slide in during the next push, ass hiking into the touch reflexively. jungkook widens his eyes at the sudden pressure, the little bit of fullness engulfing him.
“oh, o-oh, mhh, hh, hah—”
“hey baby,” taehyung’s voice croons softly. jungkook whines; stretches himself sloppily, back arched, free hand curling around the edge of his boyfriend’s pillow. “ it’s been a while, hasn’t it. how’re you doing? did that project for your econ class go well? you’ve been stressing so much about it, but i know you did well. you always do. my hard-working man.”
a giggle, fond and deep, and jungkook shivers at the compliment, the praise; wets a second finger with the slick seeping down his rim and pushes inside, keening at the pressure.
he’s always been receptive to good words, to praise; right now is no exception. his hips buck when he grazes his prostate and his cock brushes down against the sheet, smearing precome over the fabric. jungkook jolts at the friction, bites his lip to hold in his next gasp. he feels hot, hot all over, skin beginning to glisten with sweat and stick to the sheets.
taehyung’s voice continues, low and soothing and so close. jungkook is so close, it sounds like he’s right there—
“getting off to my voice, baby?”
jungkook feels himself still to a shock. twists his head towards the sound, blinking bleary eyes and—
taehyung’s there. taehyung’s there, leaning against the doorframe of their bedroom, a smile curling his lip and his eyes looking adoring and mishievous. he’s here, hungry eyes watching, and jungkook’s been caught red-handed, ruddy embarrassed flush spreading from his ears to his neck to his shoulders.
“you—you—”
“jimin called me,” taehyung explains, leaning up and crossing forward. jungkook’s phone continues playing track after track, the two voices blending together. jungkook flushes further, hiding his face in his boyfriend’s pillow. “said your preheat started, seemed pretty bad so i got off work early. didn’t expect you to be this needy, bun.”
jungkook feels a large hand lay over the small of his back, then, touch searing. he pushes into the touch minutely, breath hitching.
“i’m— i didn’t mean to, i just—” he sniffs, blinking rapidly at the fresh, warm whiff of oats and cinnamon right above him. he realises he still has two fingers burrowed inside himself and he shuffles, trying to hide but spreading his legs because his body has other ideas now that his boyfriend is right here and— “i just—”
“shh, s’okay, baby,” taehyung says; takes jungkook’s phone and shuts it off before placing it back on the nightstand and going to card fingers through jungkook’s hair while his other hand starts petting over his skin. “you can’t help it, s’alright. you just missed me a little bit more today, huh? i missed you too. we’ve been pretty busy these last few days too. haven’t had some time for just us both. it’s okay; you’re gonna have all of me for the next few days, won’t you?”
jungkook melts into it all, limbs going lax and purring at the soothing tone of taehyung’s voice. it comforts him and heats him up all at once, because he’s finally here like jungkook’s been craving and he lets himself go out of it, doesn’t care with the next spurt of slick that dampens his fingers and makes it past his knuckles and down his sac.
he hears taehyung suck in a sharp breath at that; feels his fingers curl a little tighter in his hair, the other hand travelling lower.
his boyfriend leans down; jungkook feels a press of lips against his temple, feels him nosing at his skin lightly.
“always smell so nice, baby,” taehyung breathes. “my pretty baby.”
he cups jungkook’s ass and gives a light squeeze; jungkook moans, curls his fingers reflexively and bucks. taehyung coos.
“you wanna finish like this once?” taehyung asks him; brushes fingers down the side of jungkook’s neck, leaving pleasant tingles in his wake. “come for me nice and sweet with those lovely fingers of yours? i know you can hit deep, bun. show me?”
and jungkook; jungkook can’t say no. doesn’t want to, wants to keep taehyung close and show him he can be good, he can—
“will you—will you—”
“will i take care of you after? ‘course, baby. do anything for you.”
those words do it for jungkook; taehyung’s voice low and gravelly, full of promise and it has him raise himself up on his knees, adding a third finger and sinking into his hole far and harsh. taehyung makes an appreciative noise at that, and jungkook whimpers.
“always stretch so nice. fuck.”
“y-yeah, for, nh, for you, t-tae, oh— ”
“for me? for my cock?” he’s getting dirtier; there’s a growl in his words, permanent now as jungkook’s arousal coils headier in the room, the wet sounds of his fingers going at a fast, desperate beat. “stretch yourself nice and wet so i can reach you all deep, the way you always like it?”
the scent of cashmere, peony and the ocean air grows; jungkook nods into the pillow jerkily, pressing the pads of his fingers into his swollen prostate. there’s a little pool of precome on the sheets below him, sticking to his stomach.
“yes, yes please, please, wanna—wanna feel you, oh! ”
his orgasm rushes through him. his boyfriend gives a low, satisfied hum as jungkook shakes all over, fingers pushed as far deep as they can go and cock spurting ropes of come. squeezes at his backside, gently removes jungkook’s hand from his pinkened rim and brings it to his mouth. jungkook feels his eyes widen and his hole gushing slick anew when taehyung begins to lick at his fingers, tongue curling around them and cheeks hollowing.
“fuck,” taehyung moans; jungkook hears him smack his lips before diving back for more, spit dripping over his digits. “taste as good as you smell, bun.” then there’s a little grin, conniving and predatory and promising and jungkook’s already feeling the heat rush down south once more, ready for a second round. “not done with you yet, though, am i, baby?”
jungkook surges upwards, gripping tight at the back of taehyung’s neck and giving him a bruising kiss, tasting himself. scents him, nose brushing over his cheek, lashes fluttering, taking in the comfort and warmth and his cock brushes up against taehyung’s still-clothed stomach and it’s so good and jungkook is needy.
“i sure hope not,” he breathes over his boyfriend’s lips, eyelids heavy. feels taehyung's breath hitch, dirtied hand going down to squeeze his side. “kisses first though.”
a softer smile, gentler squeeze. a small peck. jungkook feels safe .
“kisses first.”