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“Hyung.”
Yoongi says nothing, merely hums as he rolls down the condom on his length.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk repeats, a whine coloring his voice as he grips the cold tiled surface of the dorm’s bathroom counter. He shifts impatiently on his feet, even though it’s only been a few moments since Yoongi had pulled out his fingers to roll on a condom.
Jeongguk’s hand gropes blindly behind him to grasp Yoongi’s hip, earning him a slap on his ass from Yoongi.
“A little impatient today, aren’t we, Kook?” Yoongi mutters lowly as he takes his time slicking himself up. He’s already embarrassingly hard, but he also gets a different kind of pleasure in teasing the younger.
“Hurry up,” Jeongguk glares at him through the mirror. He looks captivating like this—his cheeks flushed, hair in wisps all over his face from Yoongi’s earlier ministrations, and muscles straining as he struggles to keep from grinding desperately against the surface of the counter.
Yoongi hums, pretending to think it over. “Hmmm, no.”
“No?”
“Not until you tell me what’s got you all worked up.”
Jeongguk whines, once again trying to reach for Yoongi behind him. Yoongi slaps him again, provoking an alarmingly loud moan from the younger.
“You need to keep quiet, Kook,” Yoongi whispers against his ear, slapping him one more time for good measure. “Tell me.”
Jeongguk draws a steadying breath.
“Had a dream this morning,” he moans breathlessly, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t have to meet Yoongi’s. “Y-you were taking me from behind. Woke up so hard, hyung. Wanted to touch myself but—but there was no time.”
Yoongi’s cock twitches involuntarily, imagining the younger waking up hard and desperate, only to be prevented from reaching his release.
“Hyung—please—been thinking about this all day,” Jeongguk pants, all shame abandoning him as he reaches to grasp his length, trying to relieve the need roiling restlessly inside him.
“Stop.”
Jeongguk freezes, his hand still gripping his cock. He’s so wet, precum dripping endlessly from the tip down the rest of his length.
“Stop touching yourself.”
“Hyung,” Jeongguk moans, but still drops his hand.
“Been thinking about hyung all day? Is that why you were so quiet during that interview, Kook? Been thinking about hyung taking care of you, making you feel good? Is that why you texted me to come out of my room?”
Yoongi slides his hand slowly down Jeongguk’s spine. He feels Jeongguk shiver slightly from his touch, nodding shakily.
“Y-yes. N-needed you, hyung.”
“Been thinking about how hyung is going to fill you up slowly—slowly, until you’re crying—begging for me to go faster? Harder? Been thinking about coming on hyung’s cock?”
Jeongguk trembles as he nods, eyes closed as he lets Yoongi’s words wash over him. He looks absolutely wrecked, tears glistening on his lashes, and Yoongi has yet to have his way with him.
“Thought about you all day, hyung. Thought about your fingers, and—oh god—your cock inside me—hyung, please.”
“Please what, Kook? Use your words.”
Jeongguk lets out a depraved noise that goes straight to Yoongi’s cock. He opens his eyes to meet Yoongi’s, and Yoongi can see the desperation in the younger’s eyes.
“Please, hyung—Yoongi-hyung—fuck me.”
Jesus Christ. The words sound so filthy coming from the younger’s pretty mouth that Yoongi feels his resolve melt away. He guides his cock to press lightly against Jeongguk’s entrance, and stays there without pushing in. Jeongguk shifts impatiently, hips immediately moving backwards to meet Yoongi’s.
Yoongi places his hand on Jeongguk’s hip, keeping him still. “Uh-uh. Stay still.”
He hums, letting the tip of his cock brush Jeongguk’s hole a few times, teasing.
“Hyu—,” Jeongguk begins, his words turning into a cracked moan as the head of Yoongi’s cock finally breaches his entrance. Yoongi pauses, taking a few moments to compose himself and keep himself from coming right then. Jeongguk feels so warm, so tight, that a small shift in movement leaves him gasping.
He gets himself under control, and continues pushing in, slowly. Jeongguk bites the back of his hand, preventing himself from crying out in sheer relief. It feels like forever to Yoongi as he slowly inches forward, watching the other’s expression carefully. Jeongguk whines, trying to make him go faster but is stopped by Yoongi’s hold on his hip. Yoongi goes excruciatingly slow, knowing how it affects the younger. Jeongguk is gritting his teeth desperately, trying to keep from shoving Yoongi’s hand away and finishing the job himself. Yoongi grins as Jeongguk’s other hand tightens its grip on the counter after Yoongi thrusts forward suddenly, and goes back to moving slowly. After what feels like ages, Yoongi finally bottoms out and Jeongguk lets out a breath of satisfaction.
Yoongi pauses, letting Jeongguk adjust. The other breathes heavily, slowly lowering his hand from his mouth.
“You can move now.”
Yoongi pulls back painfully slow, only shifting a couple of inches before sinking back in just as slow. He repeats the action several times, watching Jeongguk’s face on the mirror as the he slumps down onto the counter. Jeongguk makes a small noise everytime Yoongi thrusts in, it couldn’t be clearer that he was fighting to stay quiet, something Yoongi knew was a challenge for him. In all their previous trysts, it almost always ended with Jeongguk coming with Yoongi’s fingers in his mouth to muffle the noise.
“Come on, hyung.”
“Come on, what, Jeongguk-ah?”
“Fuck me.”
“But I am fucking you,” Yoongi keeps his voice light and innocent.
Jeongguk lets out a noise of frustration. “You know what I mean, hyung, please plea—"
A broken moan escapes Jeongguk as Yoongi thrusts in a little harder, the sound cutting off as his hand flies up to cover his mouth again.
“L-like that, hyung. Fuck me like that,” he breathes, the words coming out muffled.
Yoongi continues to thrust into him, continues to watch his expression through the mirror.
“Like this, Kook? Want me to take you like this, or do you want me to go a little harder?” He punctuates the last word as he suddenly slams forward, eliciting a loud, drawn out moan from behind Jeongguk’s hand, the sound echoing in the silence of the night.
They both freeze, listening for sounds of other members waking up. When a few seconds pass and they hear nothing, Yoongi begins to thrust again. He reaches into the shower to his right and turns on the water to attempt to muffle the dull sound of skin slapping against skin, and the sounds coming out of him and Jeongguk. He’s unable to keep from moaning himself—Jeongguk looks so good, feels so good, that he can feel the pleasure inside him rising.
Jeongguk doesn’t seem to be doing any better, both his hands are now bracing himself on the counter, knuckles white as he bites his lip. He can’t seem to keep his eyes open for longer than a few seconds, so caught up in the feeling of Yoongi pounding into him recklessly.
“Yes—yes, hyung—like that, like that,” he pants as his head flies back at a particularly hard thrust of Yoongi’s.
“Tell me how it feels, Kook—is this what you saw in your dream? You bent over, letting hyung have his way with you?”
“Feels so good, hyung—yes, yes—”
Yoongi can feel himself getting closer to the edge, the feeling building up inside him as he doesn’t stop pounding into the younger.
“Hyung feels good, huh? You like hyung making you feel like this? You want hyung like this?”
He leans forward, wraps an arm around Jeongguk’s waist and pulls his torso upwards so that his back is now pressed against Yoongi’s chest. Jeongguk lets out a cracked moan, letting Yoongi know that he’s got his prostate. He slams in harder, relishing the sounds the other makes as he writhes against him.
“Ah, there—just like that—y-yes, hyung—always want you, hyung—ah, yes yes yes—” Jeongguk moans, his voice alarmingly loud but at this point Yoongi is too far gone to care. Let them hear, let the others come—he doesn’t care, what matters is that this doesn’t end, that he and Jeongguk continue to race towards the edge, moans mingling together as Jeongguk’s hips push back desperately against his, both chasing their release.
“You close, Kook?”
“Yeah, hyung, close—so close—don’t stop don’t stop please don’t stop,” Jeongguk is babbling now, losing himself completely. Yoongi is from doing any better himself, the sounds falling from his mouth almost obscene as he continues to slide in and out, his thrusts aimed towards the spot that makes Jeongguk sound like that. He reaches down to wrap a hand around the younger’s cock, twisting his hand as he slides it down. Jeongguk’s head falls back against Yoongi’s shoulder, his hand reaching back to tangle in Yoongi’s hair.
Yoongi is seconds close to coming, but he fights to keep himself in control—he needs Jeongguk to come first, needs to take care of Jeongguk before he lets himself go, needs to hear the other lose control before he does.
“Kook—Jeongguk-ah, look at me. Keep your eyes open.”
Jeongguk wrenches his eyes open, looking a little dazed as he watches Yoongi through the mirror. Yoongi strokes Jeongguk’s cock faster, pounds into him faster, harder, deeper. Tears are now falling down Jeongguk’s cheeks but he doesn’t close his eyes, he keeps looking at Yoongi.
“Yoongi—Yoongi-hyung—”
“Gonna come for hyung, Kook? Gonna come on hyung’s cock like you did in your dream this morning? Gonna fall apart for me, baby?”
Jeongguk lets out a whine at his words, and if Yoongi wasn’t so close to coming, he would have teased the younger at his reaction the pet name. This time, however, he uses it to his advantage. He leans forward, his lips against Jeongguk’s ear.
“Come for me, baby.”
Jeongguk comes unbelievably hard, Yoongi’s name falling from his lips as he spills into Yoongi’s hand and onto the tiles. Yoongi loses himself immediately after, the dam inside him bursting as he slams into Jeongguk one last time before he empties himself into the condom.
It takes almost three minutes for them to calm down, breathing hard and holding onto eachother for dear life as they come down from the high. Jeongguk looks absolutely ruined, his hair standing up in tufts at the back of his head, bangs sticking to his forehead as sweat drips down his body. There are tear tracks on his face, glistening as he continues to pant. Yoongi thinks he’s never looked better.
“We really need to do that again, hyung,” Jeongguk says, slumping himself down the counter again.
Yoongi silently agrees with him, but instead squeezes Jeongguk’s hip to let him know that he’s pulling out. After he gets rid of the condom, wrapping it in several layers of tissue before throwing it into the trash, he turns off the shower and grabs a wash cloth to clean himself and Jeongguk up with.
“We really need to be more careful, Jeongguk,” Yoongi says seriously, looking up at him. “It’s a miracle we didn’t wake any of the others up.”
Jeongguk bites his lip, looking guilty. “I know, I know. Sorry, hyung. I’ll try to be more quiet next time.”
He says this last part with a smirk, as Yoongi raises an eyebrow at him.
“We’ll see.”
“Shower with me, hyung?”
“I—no, it’s getting late, Kook. I’m going back to sleep. Don’t forget to wipe the floor before you leave.”
Jeongguk’s face falls, but immediately brightens again as he shrugs. He waits for Yoongi to slip his clothes back on before getting into the shower.
Yoongi is already out the door when he hears it said softly.
“Thanks, hyung.”
He shuts the bathroom door behind him but doesn’t let go of the handle. He hears the sound of the shower being turned on, and Jeongguk humming.
He breathes deeply, fighting to stop himself from going back in.
No, Yoongi. One can only have so much in this world, and Jeongguk is too much, far too much for him to have.