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Jungkook stirred, pulled inexplicably from dreams of ash, heat, and endless darkness. It had become the norm in their household, no one really capable of sleeping through the night.
He rolled over and reached out to wrap an arm around his boyfriend's form, but found the place beside him cool and empty. He startled, leaning up on an elbow to look around the room.
“Hyung?” he called out, rubbing at his eyes.
“I’m here,” came Yoongi’s deep voice, husky from tiredness. He was sitting at the foot of the bed, legs crossed as he looked down at Jungkook.
Moonlight was spilling in through the window, casting him in soft white light and deep shadows.
Jungkook shifted to lean back against the headboard, running a hand through his hair — now trimmed and dyed after it had taken more than one attempt to try and wash the blood out — as he tried to blink away the sleepiness in his eyes, “what are you doing? Are you okay?”
“I was just… watching you,” Yoongi murmured, eyes never straying from his form.
“Ah,” Jungkook breathed quietly, draping his arms across his body.
It had been weeks since the events of Bang Asylum, of Yoongi having to hold Jungkook’s body in his arms and completely lose himself to heartbreak and grief. Jungkook hadn’t been dead, but Yoongi didn’t know, and it had completely destroyed him. And when Jungkook had come back, Yoongi could barely pull the pieces of himself back together.
It was a common occurance to find Yoongi just staring at Jungkook, monitoring his breathing or making sure he was still blinking. Sometimes he would watch Jungkook just moving around the place, eyes wide and misty, as if he were watching something incredible happen and couldn’t believe he was bearing witness to it.
And there were times when Yoongi would just look at him and burst into tears, choking out an apology before either fleeing the room or throwing himself into Jungkook’s arms. He was in a state of disconnect with his emotions, completely ruled by them but unable to communicate any of them properly. He was trying so hard, but the issues of his past were compounding on his fresh trauma, crushing him under the weight of it.
“Come here, hyung,” Jungkook spoke quietly, pulling back the quilt and shifting to clear Yoongi some space.
Yoongi silently crawled over, climbing under the covers and pressing himself into Jungkook’s side. His skin was hot and clammy, but his whole body was shivering, teeth quietly chattering as he clenched his jaw.
“Hey,” Jungkook wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close, “How long have you been sitting there?”
“I don’t know,” Yoongi whispered, getting comfortable in Jungkook’s arms and resting his face on his chest, “I got… lost.”
Yoongi continued to tremble as he melted against the warmth of Jungkook, who pulled him even closer and started pressing kisses into his hair.
“You’re feverish,” Jungkook sank his fingers into Yoongi’s hair, “are you okay?”
“I’m just… I’m sorry.”
Jungkook tipped Yoongi’s face up, trying to catch his eye in the moonlight, “you have nothing to be sorry for, hyung. Nothing."
Yoongi just shook his head and shifted up to lean on his elbow, looking down at Jungkook, “I don’t know what to do.”
Jungkook reached up to brush Yoongi’s hair out of his eyes, “you don’t have to do anything, okay? Just tell me what you need.”
Yoongi just looked down at him, trepidation in his eyes.
But Jungkook knew him. He had spent years learning how to understand Yoongi, how to translate the emotions that warred across his face. In their earliest years, Yoongi would get so distressed about his inability to communicate what he was feeling that he would break down, sometimes spending weeks under the surface of where his mind would bury him. So Jungkook had learned, and he knew what Yoongi was so desperately yearning for in that moment.
He grabbed Yoongi’s hand and guided it under his shirt, trailing Yoongi’s fingers along his stomach, “can you feel how warm I am?”
Yoongi’s eyes slipped closed as he nodded, pressing his fingers harder into the firm dips of Jungkook’s body.
Jungkook snaked his other hand up the back of Yoongi’s own shirt, running his hand up and down his back as he let his nails gently drag along his skin, “can you feel me touching you?”
Yoongi just silently nodded again.
“Good,” Jungkook smiled, before pulling Yoongi’s hand up to his chest, “can you feel my chest rising and falling? How my lungs expand and retract with every breath I take?”
A small sound came from Yoongi’s throat as he nodded even faster.
Jungkook moved Yoongi’s hand to rest above his heart, “can you feel my heartbeat? Thudding away under your fingers?”
“Yes,” Yoongi croaked out, his eyebrows drawing together as he squeezed his eyes shut.
“Can you feel how alive I am, hyung?”
Yoongi let out a small, dry sob as he dropped forward, pressing his forehead to Jungkook’s and nodding against him, “I can feel you, baby.”
Jungkook slid further down into the bed, letting Yoongi press the full weight of his body against him, “touch me, hyung. Touch me, and let me feel how alive you are too.”
Whatever restraint was keeping Yoongi in place, whatever mental block was holding him back, it all seemed to snap as he surged forward, claiming Jungkook’s mouth in a searing kiss. It wasn’t soft or gentle, it wasn’t delicate or doting. It was commanding. Aggressive. Laden with pent up frustration and a soul-deep hurt that was hell-bent on burning its way out of him.
Yoongi wasted no time in demanding entry to Jungkook’s mouth, prying his lips open and diving in, consuming every inch of him. Swallowing down every tiny sound he drew from Jungkook as he claimed him.
Jungkook let go of Yoongi’s hand and reached up to grab him by the back of his head, sinking his fingers into Yoongi’s inky locks and dragging him down impossibly closer. Yoongi went willingly, sliding his tongue against Jungkook’s and drawing it back into his mouth.
Yoongi hooked his knee between Jungkook’s legs and pulled them apart, shifting to settle in between them. Jungkook couldn’t help the moan that the sudden pressure pulled from him as he wrapped an arm around Yoongi’s waist and pulled him flush against him.
Yoongi inhaled sharply as he bit down on Jungkook’s lip and pulled back, Jungkook following him up before Yoongi let go and shoved him back down.
“Baby,” he breathed as he mouthed along Jungkook’s jaw, “I need you.”
“I know,” Jungkook tightened his hold on Yoongi’s hair and rolled his own head to the side, granting Yoongi more access, “take what you need, hyung.”
Yoongi dipped down, licking and dragging his teeth along the column of Jungkook’s throat, “I need you.”
“I’m yours,” Jungkook hissed as Yoongi bit down on his collarbone.
“No,” Yoongi ran his tongue back up Jungkook’s throat and pulled the skin between his teeth, sucking hard before releasing it, “you’re no one’s but your own.”
Jungkook writhed, his skin alighting under Yoongi’s ministrations. He could feel the press of Yoongi’s hardness, pushing down — yet infuriatingly unmoving — against his own. It was sending Jungkook out of his mind.
Yoongi grabbed Jungkook’s jaw and turned him to look at him, “do you hear me? No one’s.”
Jungkook nodded and leaned up, desperate to kiss him, to feel Yoongi’s mouth on his again, but Yoongi just pushed him back down with the hand on his jaw and stared at him, “words, baby. Use your words.”
Jungkook shuddered, melting underneath Yoongi’s heat. He was surrounded by it. Drowning it. He needed Yoongi to consume him entirely.
Jungkook looked up into Yoongi’s eyes, “I’m no one’s but my own.”
“That’s right,” Yoongi pressed his thumb against Jungkook’s lips, “this? what I’m doing right now?” Yoongi dipped his thumb into Jungkook’s mouth, collecting the wetness from his waiting tongue and smearing it over Jungkook’s bottom lip, “you chose me to do this. You allow it. And it is an honour.”
Yoongi finally rolled his hips, and Jungkook whined.
“Please,” Jungkook licked at the thumb that was still pressed against his mouth and tugged at Yoongi’s hair, “please touch me.”
“I’ll give you anything you want, baby,” Yoongi pulled his hand back and pressed a small kiss to Jungkook’s lips, “tell me, and it’s yours.”
Jungkook bit down on the urge to tell Yoongi he could do whatever he wanted. They had started this for him, afterall. But it was clear that Jungkook had slightly missed the mark when he assumed Yoongi needed to take in order for him to find comfort in how alive they were. Yoongi didn’t want to take, and he didn’t want to be taken from. No, instead he needed to give.
So, Jungkook switched tactics.
He wrapped his legs around Yoongi’s hips and ground up into him, surging up to lick at at his mouth, “you want me to use my words, hyung?”
“Yes,” Yoongi breathed, gripping at the pillows around Jungkook’s head.
“Then listen up,” Jungkook tugged hard on Yoongi’s hair, eliciting a grunt from him, and wrapped his other arm around Yoongi’s neck, “I want you to fuck me until I see stars, hyung.”
Yoongi groaned, nodding as he rolled his hips into him.
“Fuck me until I know nothing but your name.”
“Anything you want, baby,” Yoongi murmured as he reached down to palm at Jungkook’s length through his sweatpants. Jungkook gasped at the contact, and all he wanted to do was demand that Yoongi take them both in hand. But he had one final card to play to tip Yoongi over the edge and out of his own head. He took a breath and refocused.
“I want you to fuck me like our lives depend on it, hyung.”
Yoongi froze, eyes darkening as he pulled back to stare down at him.
Jungkook held his gaze, tongue flicking out to lick along his own lips as he waited. Yoongi’s eyes tracked the movement, before moving back up to burn right through him.
It took every ounce of his self-restraint to not buck up into Yoongi’s hand. To let the full force of what he just said sink into Yoongi’s mind. Yoongi needed many things in the wake of all they had endured, but what he needed in this moment was to pour that fear into something they could both control, and experience a very real reminder that Jungkook was alive and responsive to his touch and his words. And Jungkook was more than ready to give it to him.
Jungkook tugged him back down close and whispered against Yoongi’s lips, “you heard me.”
Yoongi’s eyes blazed, his hand shifting up from Jungkook’s hardness to grip tightly at his hip, and Jungkook saw the exact moment that some kind of decision was made.
Oh, Jungkook was in for it.
“Pants off,” Yoongi practically growled as he pulled away, crawling over to reach for their bedside drawer, “now.”
Jungkook scrambled, pulling off his sweatpants and shirt and tossing them across the room. He leaned back, fully nude and achingly hard, ready to take whatever was about to happen.
Yoongi slammed the drawer closed — its contents rattling and the lamp atop it shaking — and shoved Jungkook’s legs back apart, kneeling upright and fully clothed between them as he looked down at Jungkook.
Jungkook felt his heartbeat skip as excitement coursed through him. He didn't entirely recognise the Yoongi that loomed before him. They had thoroughly explored many different avenues in the bedroom over the course of their relationship, and Yoongi had often exhibited a dominant streak within him, but this was different. It wasn’t sex driven by desire or lust. Nor was it the delicacy of love and cherishment. This was a torrent of emotion that neither of them seemed to have a name for; love was the match, fear and loss the fuel, and the resulting inferno was staring down at Jungkook like he was going to devour every inch of him.
Yoongi dropped what he was holding — lubricant, Jungkook assumed — and leaned forward, planting a hand on either side of Jungkook’s shoulders. His hair tumbled forward, casting his face in shadow.
“You’re here,” Yoongi murmured, voice deep and gravelly, “underneath me. Alive.”
Jungkook nodded, “I am.”
“I lived in a world where you weren’t,” Yoongi continued, the muscles of his arms straining.
Jungkook flinched as images of smoke and ash flashed across his mind, “I lost you too.”
Yoongi’s breath deepened as he dropped lower, hovering over him as his lips ghosted along the shell of Jungkook’s ear, “never again.”
Goosebumps went skittering along Jungkook skin as Yoongi breathed against him, nosing at Jungkook’s hair before tugging on his earrings with his teeth.
“Never again,” Jungkook repeated, mouth dropping open as he bent into Yoongi’s touch.
Yoongi trailed hot, wet kisses along Jungkook’s jaw and down his throat, and Jungkook couldn’t help but reach up to touch him, wanting nothing more than to feel every inch of Yoongi’s warm skin. But before even a single finger found its mark, Yoongi’s hands shot up and caught him by the wrists, pinning them down. Yoongi hadn’t even looked up, biting down into the side of his neck instead.
“Ask,” Yoongi grumbled against him, running a tongue along the small hurt he had caused, “use your words.”
Jungkook shivered. God, they had barely even done anything, but Jungkook was getting wound up so fast he could feel himself leaking precum all over his own stomach.
“Can I please touch you, hyung?” Jungkook’s voice shook, and he was instantly rewarded by Yoongi licking down his throat to mouth at his clavicle as he let go of Jungkook’s wrists.
“You may.”
Jungkook’s hands instantly flew under the shirt of Yoongi’s back, fingers digging deep as he dragged them up his body.
Yoongi groaned as his kisses continued to trail down and across his chest, and Jungkook felt his brain short-circuit as Yoongi drew a nipple into his mouth and nibbled on it, whimpering as his body arched up into him.
Yoongi ran his tongue against the sensitive nub and pulled away, a connective string of saliva pulling across Jungkook’s chest as he moved to the other side, tongue exploring his entire pectoral before catching on the silver, metal bar that ran through Jungkook’s nipple.
Jungkook aimlessly grabbed at Yoongi’s hair, a moan ripping from him as Yoongi sucked the metal bar into mouth and swirled his tongue around it.
“Hyung–" Jungkook choked out, “please.”
Yoongi let go of the piercing and continued his downward trail, hot breath ghosting the base of Jungkook’s sternum as Yoongi dragged his lips down to his stomach.
“Please what?”
Every muscle in Jungkook’s stomach pulled tight as Yoongi licked at the pre-cum that had collected in the dips of his navel. Laving along the ridges of his body with long, deliberate strokes of his tongue.
“Please touch me,” Jungkook panted, “please, I’m–”
“I am touching you.”
Jungkook let go of Yoongi to claw at the sheets around him, lifting his head to watch Yoongi lick everywhere except the cock that desperately strained towards him.
“Please!” Jungkook could barely form a coherent thought as he desperately tried to keep his body still under his boyfriend’s ministrations, he just needed– he needed–
“Words, Jungkook. Use them.”
“Put your hands on me, I want to feel your hands,” Jungkook practically sobbed, “and please put my dick in your mouth!”
Yoongi immediately grabbed the underside of Jungkook’s thighs, pushing them up and out to the side as he settled in deeper, “ah, you want me to suck your dick?”
Jungkook couldn’t help but glare down at him. Yoongi actually had the gall to sound surprised at his request.
Yoongi’s eyes flicked up to meet him, “you should have said so.”
“Hyung, I swear to–” Jungkook’s words were choked off into a loud moan as Yoongi finally licked a long, broad stroke up the length of him.
It was like lightning was moving through him, sizzling underneath his skin as he threw his head back deep into the pillows that surrounded him.
Yoongi’s hand slipped along his thigh to grip at the base of his cock, his tongue swirling around the tip as he gave it a firm tug.
Jungkook keened, chasing the heat of Yoongi’s mouth as his hips bucked up against his will, only to be pinned down as Yoongi pushed his leg further up.
Yoongi’s tongue teased at the slit, dipping in before massaging at the sensitive spot underneath the head, sending Jungkook spiralling.
The moans Jungkook made were wanton as he fisted at the sheets, practically ripping them off of the bed. He could feel his heart thundering in his chest, pumping out a rhythm so hard and so fast that Jungkook thought it might actually give out.
And through the haze of pleasure that was shooting along every single nerve in his body as Yoongi drew him in deeper, a thought came to Jungkook. An idea. Something to help push Yoongi along.
Yoongi wanted to be reminded that Jungkook was alive. Wanted to burn out the unwanted images. Wanted to know his heart still beat, unquestionably.
He glanced down at Yoongi and tried to steady himself, “my heart is racing, hyung.”
Yoongi’s eyes flicked up to meet him, his grip on Jungkook’s thigh and cock tightening.
“It’s b– beating so hard that I can hear it–” Jungkook groaned as Yoongi hollowed his cheeks, never taking his eyes off of him, “it’s pulsing in my– my vision.”
Yoongi inhaled sharply through his nose, pumping Jungkook’s cock up into his mouth as his head began to bob faster.
Jungkook pried his hand away from the sheets and placed it over his chest, “you can feel it hammering away underneath my skin–” he broke off in a hiss as Yoongi sank down and took Jungkook deep into the back of his throat, causing Jungkook to completely lose the ability to see straight.
“Can you feel it, hyung?” Jungkook moaned out, “can you– can you feel it?”
The hand holding Jungkook’s leg slipped down to press into the pulse point at the top of his thigh, and Yoongi let out a guttural groan that shot straight through to Jungkook’s spine, sending him arching off of the bed.
Jungkook couldn’t fight it anymore. He grabbed Yoongi’s hair and began to fuck up into his mouth, chasing after his pleasure. And Yoongi took it, one hand massaging at his pulse point whilst the other dropped to palm at the globe of his ass.
His whole body was on fire, and Yoongi’s mouth was so hot and wet and tight. Jungkook could feel himself barrelling towards his release, and he threw his head back as he tried to suck down a breath.
"Hyung–" Jungkook gasped, "hyung, I'm gonna–"
Yoongi grabbed Jungkook's hands by the wrists and pulled them from his hair, leaning back and pulling himself off of him.
"Not yet, baby."
Jungkook sobbed, the loss of Yoongi's pleasure aching. His head was spinning, eyes squeezed shut as he panted.
"You're okay," Yoongi assured him, "it's okay."
Jungkook shook his head, vaguely aware that he might be babbling nonsense.
He felt Yoongi move, and he heard the sound of the cap popping on the tube of lube.
"Shh," Yoongi whispered, shifting closer, "I've got you."
Stars burst into Jungkook's vision when he felt Yoongi's hand come up between him, slick pressure massaging the sensitive skin of his rim.
"Fuck!" Jungkook's hips bucked, "hyung, please– hyung!"
"Yes?" Yoongi's voice was measured as he moved to lay down against him, never ceasing his ministrations as he pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s sweaty temple.
"In!" Jungkook begged, "I want to feel you in me!"
Yoongi dipped his head and sucked at the junction of Jungkook's jaw and throat as he pushed a finger into him, sending Jungkook's eyes rolling into the back of his head.
"More, I need– I need more," Jungkook babbled as Yoongi pumped his finger in and out of him, "please! more!"
Yoongi complied, adding a second digit and pushing in deep.
Jungkook moaned loudly and restrained, turning his face into the side of Yoongi's neck as he cried out.
He began to ride Yoongi's hand, teeth sinking into Yoongi’s flesh as the man started to scissor him open.
Jungkook had no idea which way was up or down as the room spun around him, his entire world reduced to Yoongi and the pleasure he was giving him.
"That's it, baby," Yoongi crooned as he added a third finger, "let me hear you."
Jungkook didn't know what he sounded like as the pulp of Yoongi's finger tips began to massage along the bundle of nerves buried deep inside him. But it must have been loud, as the sound of music began to float over from Jimin and Taehyung's room across the hall soon after.
Jungkook couldn't bring himself to care, and clearly Yoongi didn't either, picking up the pace as he pumped his fingers and drew more cries from him.
Jungkook forced his eyes open and pried himself away from Yoongi’s throat, eyes catching on the way Yoongi’s erection strained in his sweatpants and pressed into the side of Jungkook's hip.
He reached out to palm at it, wanting to take him into his hand and give back to him, but was stopped by a warning grumbling out from Yoongi's chest.
"No," Yoongi growled into his ear, leaning heavily against him and pushing him back flat into the mattress, his fingers crooking inside Jungkook in a way that made him reel.
"Please," Jungkook panted, "please let me touch you."
"You're being so good for me," Yoongi pulled his fingers from him, making Jungkook sob again from the loss, "but no."
Jungkook, caught in a haze of arousal and want, froze up as a small wave of panic shot through him.
"What's wrong?" he whispered, blinking away the unexpected burn in his eyes, "did I– did I do–"
"Shh, shh," Yoongi rolled on top of him and settled between his legs, "there's nothing wrong, you're perfect."
"then why–"
"Because if I have to wait one more second longer to be buried inside of you," Yoongi reached down and pulled himself out of his pants with a hiss, "I'm going to go break something."
Jungkook sighed in relief, his body losing all its panicked tension as he shoved Yoongi's pants down with his feet, "feel free to break me, then."
Yoongi scoffed as he reached for the lubricant, pouring a considerable amount onto his hand before slathering it along his cock and the rest into Jungkook.
"Is that a request?" Yoongi nipped at his jaw as he lined himself up.
"It's a demand."
Yoongi dropped his head, his dark hair fanning over Jungkook's collarbones, and began to push in.
Jungkook hissed at the pleasurable burn, feeling Yoongi fill him inch by inch.
Yoongi groaned as he bottomed out, his breathing erratic, and the arms that bracketed Jungkook strained.
"Fuck," Yoongi sucked in a breath, "baby, you feel so good. you always feel so good."
His hips jumped, shifting deep and making Jungkook whine.
Jungkook's mind had turned to cotton, and every nerve ending was pulsing with a fury underneath his skin.
"Hyung," Jungkook grasped at Yoongi's t-shirt, pulling it up and off of his body to paw at his skin, "you can move. Please move."
Yoongi leaned back, rising up on both arms. The moonlight danced in his eyes, and Jungkook realised there was a dangerous glint to them.
"Wrap your legs around me," he ordered, Jungkook immediately complying, "and don't move."
Jungkook nodded and stilled, staring up at the man that held his heart and his body.
"You asked me to fuck you like our lives depend on it," Yoongi drew out of him slowly, "acting like that meant I'd fuck you rough and hard enough to break our bed again."
Yoongi sank back in, taking his time as he dragged against Jungkook's walls, "but baby, if our lives depended on it, do you really think I would take you like that?"
Jungkook's body began to shake as Yoongi slowly rocked into him, pulling out before sinking all the way to the hilt again, dragging ragged gasps out of him.
"Do you think I wouldn't make you feel every inch of me?" Yoongi rolled his hips, and Jungkook's vision almost went white as the tip of Yoongi's cock pushed along his prostate with deep, practiced strokes.
"Do you think I wouldn't let myself relish in every inch of you?"
Jungkook could feel himself losing control of his own body. His limbs were going slack, legs slipping from Yoongi's waist as the man drove into him.
"Do you think– fuck– do you think I would do anything other than fuck you deep and slow? until you knew nothing but how I feel moving inside of you?" Yoongi rolled his hips into him, over and over and over again, the drag so deliberate that he felt every moment of it.
He had no idea if he was moaning, or crying, or breathing. He could be screaming the house down for all he knew. He was completely lost, adrift in the moonlight and at the mercy of his beautiful boyfriend.
"Open your eyes, Jungkook."
Jungkook's eyes snapped open. He didn't even realise they had slipped closed, too busy succumbing to the numbing pleasure that was burning its way through him.
He could see Yoongi watching him with blackened eyes, lips parted and shining.
"Do you know why I want you to look at me, baby?" Yoongi reached down to grasp at Jungkook's hip, "why I'm making you lie on your back? letting myself watch your pretty face?"
The roll of Yoongi's hips was deep and unceasing, never stuttering or faltering even as Yoongi's words broke into pleasured gasps.
Jungkook tried to nod, but Yoongi was dragging over his prostate again and he could barely breathe, let alone think enough to answer him properly.
"yes, I– ugh– know you know," a loud moan slipped past Yoongi's lips as he repositioned them, leaning back onto his knees and moving Jungkook's legs, hooking them over his shoulders before dropping a quick kiss against his ankle, "you always know, don't you, baby?"
Yoongi grabbed him by the hips and stood up on his knees, dragging Jungkook's lower half up off the bed.
Jungkook moaned, breath quickening and heart racing as he gripped at the pillows on either side of his head, desperately trying to cling to his sanity.
"I asked you a question, Jungkook."
"Hyung–"
Yoongi pulled back and thrust into him, the new angle sending him impossibly deep.
Jungkook choked out a loud cry, and his whole body went up in flames.
Words, thoughts, awareness; it was all irrelevant now. all he knew was searing heat and the feel of Yoongi; the hands that clung to his hips with a bruising grip, and the cock that moved through him over and over.
If he concentrated, he could vaguely feel his own precum running down his stomach and across his chest, and could see the sweat of Yoongi's neck and chest glistening in the moonlight.
And maybe, distantly, he could hear the music increasing in volume.
Jungkook hooked his ankles together behind Yoongi's neck, gaining the leverage to pull himself even closer to him.
"Ans– fuck– answer me, baby," Yoongi groaned out, his words coming out in short breaths, "why are you– ugh– looking at me right now?"
Jungkook's head span, scrambling for any kind of coherent thought.
He was practically suspended in the air, being fucked down into the pillows, how was he supposed to answer questions?
But he knew the answer Yoongi wanted.
He knew.
"Because–" Jungkook's voice came out in a broken sob, "because you want to see my– my face as I break."
Yoongi grunted as he yanked Jungkook's hips against him, cock moving inside of him with deliberate, curved strokes.
"Good, baby. so good," Yoongi heaved, "and?"
"And–" tears welled in Jungkook's eyes as he writhed against the bed. Yoongi wasn't fucking him open, no, he was imprinting himself into the core of him.
"And?"
"You want me to see who's– who's breaking me."
Yoongi's eyes fluttered as he continued to roll into him with his entire body, sweat-slicked hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks, and neck.
"So good, you're so good," Yoongi let himself get lost in the rhythmic pleasure, head falling back as he fucked into him, "so perfect, so beautiful, all for me."
"All yours," Jungkook clawed at the pillows, "I'm yours."
Yoongi's hips snapped, "no– no you're–"
Jungkook tightened his legs around him, rolling his own body back up into Yoongi in time with his thrusts, ripping loud moans from the both of them.
"You're mine, hyung," Jungkook bit out, back arching, "you are mine! say it!"
"I'll always be yours," Yoongi's head fell forward, jaw hanging open as he panted, "y– yours–"
"Mine," Jungkook threw his head back so far he could practically bite the pillow underneath him, before lifting it back up to look at Yoongi, "mine!"
"Yours!" Yoongi nodded, "fuck– fuck!"
"Mine!" Jungkook gyrated against him, "and I'm yours!"
"Jung–"
"I'm yours!" he locked his legs and pulled at Yoongi so hard that the man tumbled forward, barely managing to catch himself before he crashed into Jungkook, "I'm yours! say it!"
Yoongi grunted angrily, hands flexing on the sheets on either side of Jungkook as he continued to fuck into him.
"Say it, hyung!" Jungkook cried out, practically folded in half with his legs still over Yoongi's shoulders, "say it!"
"You're–" Yoongi growled, "you're–"
"Say it!"
"You're– you're–"
"Say it!"
"You're mine!" Yoongi grit out, voice shaking as he fucked him straight.
A hand sank into the back of Jungkook's hair and pulled tight, lifting him off of the pillow as Yoongi pounded into him, "you're mine!"
"I'm yours," Jungkook whined, the small shot of pain twining with the pleasure that was burning him alive, "I'm–"
"You're mine," their mouth crashed together, all teeth, tongues, and hissed air as Yoongi fucked deep into him, "they can't– ah– they can't take you away from me–"
Jungkook felt the shift in Yoongi, his deep strokes becoming desperate and seeking as he drove down into him, as if searching for some kind of absolution. A reprieve from the pain he'd been bearing. Like he could find solace in Jungkook's core if he could just reach deep enough.
"Mine!"
Yoongi's grip on his hair tightened as he reached down with his other hand to take Jungkook in hand, pulling long, firm strokes in time with his thrusts.
Tears spilled from Jungkook's eyes as an endless barrage of moans fell from his lips, falling back onto the pillow as his body could do nothing but take it.
He was an inferno, its flames consuming the both of them as they lost themselves completely.
Jungkook was done for, his stomach and balls pulling tight as his release rose towards him like a tidal wave.
"Hyung," his voice broke into a whisper, "I'm gonna– I'm–"
"Come for me," Yoongi pulled himself together enough to focus on Jungkook's face, "come for me. let me– let me see you."
Jungkook's vision immediately went white as the wave crested, his orgasm crashing into him and drowning him entirely.
He flew into a million pieces, mind and body shattering as it moved through him, breaking him and remaking him one hundred times over.
The world spun around Jungkook, pleasuring flaring through him anew as he felt Yoongi bury himself and find his own release, filling him with liquid heat.
Jungkook's body shook, overwhelmed and bent out of shape. He tried to suck down breath, tried to blink through the sweat in his eyes, but all he could feel was Yoongi's weight on him as he panted against his neck.
"Hyung," he croaked out, running a hand down the back of Yoongi's head.
Yoongi shifted, letting Jungkook's legs fall flat before flopping back on top of him, neither caring they were covered in Jungkook's spend.
"Sorry," Yoongi gasped into his chest as he tried to catch his breath, "I didn't mean to get so–"
"Hush," Jungkook held Yoongi's head and pressed a kiss to his hair, "that was– you're amazing, hyung."
"You are," Yoongi kissed his chest before rolling off of him with a grunt, blindly grabbing his discarded shirt to clean them both up.
When he was done, Jungkook pulled Yoongi's face into his hands and brought him close, running his thumb over Yoongi’s mouth, "I love you."
"I love you too," Yoongi captured Jungkook's lips with his own, before peppering gentle kisses across his nose, forehead, and the apple of his cheeks, "so much."
Jungkook carded his fingers through Yoongi's hair, tucking it behind his ear as Yoongi nuzzled into his cheek.
"Is it safe to turn down the music now?!" came Jimin's voice, carrying over the chaotic sounds of The Mars Volta.
Yoongi and Jungkook just looked at each before bursting into a fit of giggles.
"Yes!" Jungkook yelled through his laughter.
"Thank fuck for that!"
"Props to Yoongi!" Seokjin called out from further down the hall, "you seem like a great time!"
"Don't be disgusting!" Yoongi yelled back, sounding horrified.
"Well maybe next to you should actually close the damn door!"
both of their heads whipped over to find the door standing wide open.
"oh," Jungkook squeaked out, eyes wide.
Yoongi looked down at him with a barely restrained smile, "oops."