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It starts with a website.
Jungkook doesn’t know that Yoongi is walking up behind him, so he doesn’t hide the screen. His eyebrows furrow a bit when he sees what Jungkook is looking at. It’s a sex toy website, which isn’t what surprises Yoongi. What surprises him is the specific tab he’s looking at.
On the screen is a long list of dildos. Yoongi doesn’t know why Jungkook is looking at them. Jungkook’s dick is plenty enough to keep him satisfied and he’s already got toys to keep him happy when Jungkook’s busy. He steps closer, the floorboard creaking under his weight and Jungkook jumps, slamming the laptop shut before looking over at him.
“It’s just me,” Yoongi says teasingly. “Don’t want the others to see your dirty internet searches?”
Jungkook shrugs shyly as Yoongi sits in his lap, his arms finding their way around his waist. The tips of his ears are pink. Yoongi kisses the shell of his ear, feeling the heat against his lips, before moving lower to connect their lips. Jungkook melts into it, holding him tighter.
“Why were you looking at dildos?” Yoongi asks.
“I was just curious,” Jungkook mumbles, hiding his face in Yoongi’s neck. He adds on like an afterthought, “… For you,”
“Yeah?” He asks, feeling the nod against his neck. “You know I don’t need anything else, right? You’re enough for me.”
Jungkook doesn’t say anything for a few seconds and Yoongi wonders if he’s said something wrong, but then he speaks. “You’re enough for me too.”
-
Yoongi’s room is a mess. He’s annoyed and frustrated and pretty horny. Jungkook’s busy and has been all week. He’s not been able to give Yoongi the attention he needs and Yoongi’s built up some tension he needs to release. He’s been searching his room for fifteen minutes now, ignoring the throb between his legs, trying to find his dildo, but it’s gone.
He slams his bedside drawer shut again after another futile search. He remembers cleaning his bedroom a while back and throwing away a bunch of shit. He stands with his arms crossed, trying to remember whether or not he threw away the fleshy, pink toy.
He must have.
No one else knew where he hid it.
He lets out an annoyed sigh, angry with himself. He’ll just have to make do with his fingers.
-
“Jungkook asked me about anal yesterday,”
Yoongi chokes on his food, coughing and spluttering. Jimin pats him between the shoulder blades, eyes wide in concern as the elder fumbles for his drink. He takes a few greedy sips until the tightness in his chest goes away before looking over at Jimin.
“He what?”
Jimin looks at him curiously. “He asked me about anal - why are you so shocked?”
“Well!” Yoongi doesn’t have a good answer. “You just- it’s Jungkook you’re talking about! He’s so… I don’t know! And we weren’t even talking about him- or anal! It caught me off guard,”
Yoongi knows he’s being defensive and, despite not knowing why, Jimin also knows it. “Okayyy… well he’s not a baby anymore, hyung. He probably wants to explore. And he hasn’t gotten to do much during our times together, so maybe he wants to participate more next time.”
“Yeah, maybe,” Yoongi agrees, not liking the bitter twinge in his stomach.
Why didn’t Jungkook ask him about anal? Sure, Yoongi loves getting fucked vaginally, but he’s not opposed to having a dick up his ass. Surely he could have answered some questions. Unless Jungkook needs the information for someone else and didn’t want Yoongi to know. Is Jungkook not satisfied with him anymore? Does he want something different? Has he found someone else he’d rather fuck?
When did Yoongi get so self-conscious?
-
There’s a gentle knock on his door.
Yoongi looks up from his laptop, eyes burning as they adjust to the dim light of the room. When did the sun go down? He yells for whoever is there to come inside and isn’t completely surprised to find Jungkook peeking past his door.
“Are you busy?” Jungkook asks meekly.
“No,” Yoongi answers quickly. “Are you okay?”
Jungkook slides into the room, closing and locking the door behind him. They usually lock the door when they’re going to have sex, but Jungkook’s current demeanor doesn’t exactly scream ' i'm horny’ so Yoongi doesn’t know why he locked it. He closes his laptop and sets it to the side, leaving nothing but the light of his bedside lamp to guide Jungkook closer.
“I wanted to talk to you about something…”
Yoongi can’t help the spike of fear that shoots through him. He’s heard that phrase a lot in his life, but rarely if ever is it followed by something positive. He briefly wonders if Jungkook is about to confirm all the questions that have been rattling around in his head about him having someone else he wants to be with. He tries his best to breathe through the anxiety.
“Okay, you can talk to me about anything,” Yoongi tries to sound reassuring, drawing his legs up and motioning for Jungkook to sit with him on the bed.
“I know,” Jungkook says as he sits at the foot of the bed, leaving distance between them. It doesn’t bode well for Yoongi’s anxiety. “I just don’t know how to go about it.”
Yoongi can understand that. “Just say whatever you need to, you know I won’t judge you.”
It takes a minute. Jungkook often speaks without really thinking - jumbled, nonsensical sentences falling from his mouth faster than anyone can understand. But sometimes, he takes his time constructing sentences in his mind. Long silences aren’t always an uncommon thing in conversations with the younger, especially if they’re in regard to a more serious topic.
“I’ve been doing some thinking lately about something and I went back and forth with it multiple times about whether or not I should ask you or maybe even find other solutions, but,” Jungkook chews on his bottom lip, cheeks slowly growing pink. “There’s no one I trust with this more than you because - well, you’ve always been so accepting of me and what I do and I trust you to- do it right, you know?”
Yoongi doesn’t know, but he nods anyway.
“So, uhm, that’s why I wanted to ask if, uhm, maybe,” Jungkook won’t look him in the eye. “You’d possibly… peg me?”
Yoongi’s brain comes to a full stop, completely ceasing function. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that . He just stares at Jungkook, mouth agape, eyes wide, looking like a dumbass. He can see Jungkook glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, steadily growing redder and redder. Yoongi’s mouth moves before his brain turns back on.
“I don’t have a dick,”
Maybe not the first thing he should have said, but he thinks it’s a valid point to make.
“Uhm, yes, I know that,” Jungkook says quietly, pressing his hands between his knees shyly.
“Of course you know that, I mean, you know that better than just about anyone considering how many times we’ve - not the point, uh, okay, so-“
Yoongi presses his lips together. He had been prepared for an entirely different conversation and now he’s left blindsided and panicking. He needs to calm himself down first. Jungkook waits patiently as Yoongi takes a deep, calming breath, controlling himself from the word vomit that still wants to spill out. He’ll get nowhere with this conversation if he can’t properly articulate his sentences.
“You want me to peg you?” He asks pointedly.
“Yes,” Jungkook whispers.
“And this is something you’ve been thinking about for a while?”
Jungkook nods. “A couple of weeks now…”
“Weeks?” Yoongi asks, shocked.
“Yeah, I wasn’t sure if I wanted it at first,” Jungkook admits. “There were a lot of things I didn’t know and I was kind of scared.”
Yoongi feels his heart clench. “Oh, baby, why didn’t you ask me sooner? We could have worked through it together.”
“I was embarrassed. I know we… ya know, but this felt different.” Jungkook’s ears are bright red, his shoulders hiked up so high it almost hides them.
“You never have to be embarrassed with me, Gukie,” Yoongi conjures as much sincerity in his voice as he can. He reaches out to place a hand on Jungkook’s knee, squeezing it gently. “I would never make fun of you or take advantage of your vulnerability.”
Jungkook smiles shyly, gently grabbing at Yoongi’s fingers until they’re loose enough to tangle with his own. “I know that, hyung. That’s why I trust you to do it. You’ll make it feel good and teach me whatever I don’t know.”
“I will, I promise,” Yoongi smiles softly. “Come here, we can talk about it later. Let’s cuddle.”
Jungkook removes his uncomfortable jeans before crawling into bed with Yoongi. He lays his head on the elder's chest, nuzzling underneath his jaw as his arms cling to Yoongi’s waist. Their legs tangle together as they bask in the warmth of each other.
-
Jungkook sits cross-legged on the bed across from Yoongi. His eyes are wide and eager, cheeks and ears still pink from embarrassment. They’re home alone after rejecting the other's offers to go out - Yoongi claimed he had work to do and Jungkook said he just didn’t feel social enough to go out, easy excuses that the others accepted.
“Okay,” Yoongi starts. “I need to know where you’re at in all things anal - what you know and what you’ve done. So go, tell me, don’t be shy,”
“I just read some things on the internet, mainly about… hygiene,” Jungkook looks at his lap, picking at his nails. “And Jimin-hyung gave me some tips about what foods to avoid if I know I’ll be doing it and went into a little more detail about… prep,”
Yoongi feels endeared as he listens to Jungkook’s shy admittance of his research, but he’s proud of him for trying to teach himself about the things he doesn’t know.
“And have you tried anything yet?”
Jungkook scrunches into himself a bit more but nods.
“What did you do?”
“Don’t make me say it,” Jungkook begs, covering his red face.
Yoongi laughs. “I need to know how far you’ve gone! I don’t want to push anything too much.”
“I know,” Jungkook groans, mortified. “I couldn’t… I only managed one finger and I couldn’t find… ya know…”
“You couldn’t find your prostate?”
Jungkook covers his ears in embarrassment. “Hyung!”
“What?” Yoongi asks in amused exasperation. “Since when are you such a prude about sex?”
“M’not,” Jungkook pouts.
“Yeah okay,” He teases. “So one finger is as far as you got? Did it hurt to do more?” Jungkook nods. “You were probably too tense.”
“I think so,” Jungkook agrees. “I was scared of it hurting and then it did so I panicked. I…”
“What?”
“W-Well… I thought having a toy might… might make it easier? Mentally? I thought maybe I could get myself riled up enough to make myself go further but I couldn’t.”
“You ordered a dildo?” Jungkook hesitantly shakes his head. “So then… wait a minute- Jungkook did you steal my dildo?!”
Jungkook buries his hands in his face, folding over in half as he hides in shame. His admittance of his theft is muffled but Yoongi hears it clear as day.
“That’s my toy!”
“I know! I was going to clean it!”
“I put that inside my vagina!”
“I know! ” Jungkook’s entire face is red. “I would have put a condom on it!”
“Why didn’t you just buy your own?” Yoongi asks.
He doesn’t get a response. Jungkook is completely clammed up, sealed tighter than a virgin's chastity belt. It takes a moment for realization to dawn on Yoongi. See, Jungkook could have ordered his own. Sex shops always deliver in discreet packages and no one would have questioned him. But it wasn't about just having a toy, it was about having Yoongi’s toy.
“Jungkook…” Yoongi starts slowly, voice low. He sees the younger shake his head. “Did you want mine because I use it?”
Jungkook groans quietly into his hands, sounding close to combusting where he sits. Yoongi is amused.
“Come on bunny,” He teases. “Tell me,”
He pushes Jungkook into a straight position, grabbing his wrists to uncover his face. Jungkook easily complies, though he doesn’t look him in the face. His face is as red as poppy fields, burning hot to the touch as Yoongi grabs his chin, leaning in close to kiss his cheek.
“Does it turn you on to imagine fucking yourself with the same toy I use?”
Jungkook shivers in his hold.
“Did you get hard knowing I’ve squirted all over that dildo?”
“Hyung,” Jungkook whines. He buries his face in Yoongi’s neck, gripping his waist.
“Did you imagine me fucking myself with it and getting it so wet for you that you wouldn’t even need lube?” His lips brush the fire-red skin of Jungkook’s ear. “You could just slide it into yourself and fuck yourself with my own mess,”
Jungkook loses self-control then, quickly moving so that Yoongi is on his back. He hovers over him, eyes hungry despite his flushed skin. Yoongi’s grin is quickly wiped off his face as Jungkook connects their lips, kissing him messily. His hands shove Yoongi’s shirt up, grabbing possessively at his warm skin. Yoongi lets him stay there for all of three seconds.
Without warning, he hooks his leg around Jungkook’s hip and pushes hard until they flip. Yoongi grins mischievously from where he now hovers over Jungook who looks up at him with wide, shocked eyes. He holds him down by his shoulders, legs locked tight to keep him in place as he leans lower, faces mere centimeters apart.
“Nuh-uh, baby boy,” Yoongi whispers, seeing Jungkook swallow tightly. “I’m in charge tonight,”
Yoongi swears he can hear the tiniest whimper come from the man beneath him and it fills him with pride. He leans down to connect their lips, his arms finding the space beside Jungkook’s head as he presses their bodies close together. Jungkook’s hands eventually find their way to Yoongi’s waist pulling him closer until their hips can grind together. He’s already hard, his thick cock pressing against the crease of Yoongi’s hip.
It’s not long before Yoongi strips him of his clothes, leaving the younger in absolutely nothing while he himself wears nothing but a pair of tight underwear that leaves little to the imagination. They’re uncomfortable. The fabric is damp with his own arousal and Jungkook’s precum, but he knows if he removes them, Jungkook’s one-track mind will take over and he’ll never get to do what he intends to.
Yoongi kneels back, smiling as Jungkook shyly presses his knees together. “Come on baby, show me that cute butt of yours,”
“Hyung,” Jungkook’s entire upper half is flushed, shoulders and neck bright red all the way up to his face. Yoongi knows it’s embarrassing to put yourself in such a vulnerable position and he rubs Jungkook’s thigh with what he hopes is reassurance. “What if it’s like… weird looking?”
“Your butthole?” Yoongi asks.
“Don’t call it that!” Jungkook practically shrieks.
“That’s what it is!”
“It’s not sexy!” Jungkook argues, huffing.
“Don’t be self-conscious,” Yoongi sighs fondly. “I’m sure I’ll love your buttho- uh… it?”
Jungkook sighs. “I’m regretting this.”
“Come on,” Yoongi whines. “I’m gonna make it good for you, I promise.”
Jungkook purses his lips, rolling his head to the side. He hesitates for all of two seconds before he lets his legs fall apart. Yoongi’s eyes follow along his body, trailing down his penis and the trimmed hair that rests at the base, his balls and taint and- there it is. Jungkook’s butthole.
“Your butthole is cute,” Yoongi says factually.
“Yoongi, I’m about to leave,”
He smacks Jungkook’s thigh lightly for the lack of honorifics. “Manners. You’re very beautiful, bun, don’t worry. I’m happy you’re trusting me with this.”
Jungkook looks away shyly as Yoongi places a kiss on the inside of his knee. He’s tense, Yoongi can tell, so he tries to calm the younger down. He leans in so that he’s wedged between his legs, hovering over him slightly. Jungkook blinks up at him, sweet and trusting and shy - Yoongi’s heart thumps heavily at the sight.
Their lips meet softly, just light presses against each other until Yoongi pulls away to move lower. He leaves patterns of kisses against Jungkook’s heated skin, down his jaw and neck, kissing every little freckle or mole he comes across. Jungkook slowly relaxes under his touch, enjoying the light grazes to his hips and thighs. Yoongi runs a finger down the length of his cock, feeling his whole body shiver in pleasure.
He kisses lower and lower until he’s faced with Jungkook’s dick, pretty and peachy in front of him, aching for attention. Yoongi takes him into his mouth slowly, teasing and taunting as he presses his tongue against the sensitive tip. Jungkook lets out a slew of whiny, breathy sounds that have Yoongi pressing his own legs tighter together. His hand moves south until he can run a single, dry thumb over Jungkook’s hole, feeling him tense up again.
“I won’t hurt you,” Yoongi promises, pulling back. His free hand wraps around Jungkook’s cock, pumping him slowly.
“I know,” Jungkook exhales. “I trust you,”
Yoongi smiles. His thumb still steadily rubs circles around the puckered muscle, getting him used to the feeling. He can remember his first time, how nerve-wracking it was to let someone touch him there. He had been able to push himself further than Jungkook when he experimented with himself, but it was still scary. He doesn’t want Jungkook to be scared.
“I’m gonna get the lube,” Yoongi says, pulling back just enough to grab the bottle he’d laid out before. “I’m not gonna put my finger up there until you’re ready,”
Jungkook covers his face, probably embarrassed by Yoongi’s bluntness, but he nods. “Okay, hyung,”
He works quickly, getting enough lube on his fingers to make the slide of his fingers against Jungkook’s hole a bit smoother. The chill of the liquid makes Jungkook shiver, but he settles quickly when Yoongi takes his dick back in his mouth, taking him deep into his throat. He’s more so cock-warming him than he is sucking him off, but it has Jungkook panting and squirming all the same, shifting his hips a little as he tries to force some friction to his cock.
“Hyung,” Jungkook whines, biting into his bottom lip. “I-I’m ready, you can… go ahead.”
Yoongi nods as best as he can, pulling back enough to suck Jungkook’s dick properly, making sure he’s truly distracted from the pressure against his rear. Yoongi slowly works one finger in, pausing when Jungkook tenses and pushing further when he relaxes until his entire middle finger is buried inside the younger man’s tight heat. He doesn’t move it at first, just holds it there so Jungkook can get used to the feeling.
“This feels weird,” Jungkook complains.
Yoongi pulls off of his cock with a pop . “Well, that’s to be expected when you have something going in a hole that’s only ever had things coming out.”
“You’re disgusting, hyung!” Jungkook laughs.
“I can feel you clenching when you laugh,” Yoongi grins, teasing him. He moves his finger slightly, wiggling it out past the knuckle. “Does this hurt?”
“No,” Jungkook says shyly.
“Good,” He places a kiss to his pelvis. “I don’t wanna hurt you. Now, I think, maybe, if I move my finger this way-“
Jungkook’s body jerks violently, a sharp gasp ripping from his throat. “Fuck! What the fuck was that?!”
“Pain?” Yoongi asks, concerned.
“Huh- no! I-I, I don’t-“ Jungkook’s hips shift. “D-Do it again… please?”
Yoongi presses up in the same direction, “Here?”
“Not quite,” Jungkook pants. “Feels good though,”
“What about… like this?”
Yoongi moves his finger again, pressing in a new spot that has Jungkook’s head falling back, his fingers digging into the sheets beside him, and his hips pressing down. He lets out a noise unlike anything Yoongi’s heard before - whiny and high-pitched and broken. He feels like he could cum just listening to Jungkook like this.
“ Fuck! ” Jungkook sobs. “Y-Yeah, th-that! Hyung-“
Yoongi grins, trying to keep the pressure there. His voice comes out in a sing-song tune as he says, “I think I found your prostate,”
“Uh-huh,” Jungkook’s thighs shake as Yoongi moves in staccatoed little circles. “P-Please, oh, hyung, I-I, oh fuck, fuck, fuck,”
Yoongi leans down and takes Jungkook’s cock into his mouth again, eager to get the man off now. He’s enjoying this side of Jungkook - so eager and pliant under his touch. Yoongi enjoys having this new level of control over him. He carefully, slowly adds another finger, getting no reaction from the man who still squirms underneath him. He gently rocks his fingers in and out of him, being sure to keep the pressure where Jungkook seems to like it most.
“Hyung, hyung, Yoongi, please,” Jungkook begs, his stomach spasming. “I’m gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, please, fuck fuck, yes yes,”
Yoongi presses his fingers deep, scissoring them slightly as he takes Jungkook’s cock deep into his throat. There’s a loud, broken sob as Jungkook reaches his peak, cumming down Yoongi’s throat. He swallows as much as he can, choking on the rest. He has to pull away, getting a few drops spattered onto his face as he uses his hand to milk him dry. When Jungkook starts to twitch from overstimulation, he stops. He keeps his fingers inside of him, keeps his other hand wrapped around his cock as he lets Jungkook come back down from his high.
“Hyung,” He says after a few moments of silence. Yoongi hums. “That was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.”
Yoongi giggles, pulling away. “You’re welcome then.”
Jungkook winces as Yoongi slides his fingers out and he shamelessly stares at Jungkook’s hole, now gaping ever so slightly from his fingers, until the younger closes his legs, glaring at him with blushed cheeks. Yoongi smiles innocently and crawls up to him. He kisses him.
“You have my cum on your face,” Jungkook grimaces as they pull apart.
“Oh yeah,” Yoongi says. “Here, you can have it back,”
Jungkook shrieks as Yoongi nuzzles into him, smearing the few drops of cum on his face into Jungkook’s skin. They fight for a few minutes until Jungkook weakly pins Yoongi to the bed beneath him. Yoongi grins up at him.
“Thank you,” Jungkook says shyly. “I don’t feel as scared now to actually... do the rest, ya know?”
“Of course,” Yoongi smiles. “I enjoyed it too,”
Jungkook grins. “I can tell… want me to eat you out?”
“Fuck, yes,” Yoongi groans, happily welcoming Jungkook between his legs.
-
“What about this one?”
“It looks too pointy,”
“Okay, well, what about this one?” Yoongi asks, pointing to a new one.
“Why does it only come in yellow? That’s not a sexy color,” Jungkook pouts, shifting against Yoongi’s shoulder.
They’re scrolling through a sex toy website, looking for a strap-on to buy. Now that Jungkook knows how good anal can feel, he’s been eager to buy a strap-on so that Yoongi can truly ‘fuck him till he cries.’ Jungkook’s words, not his.
“You won’t even see the color!” Yoongi argues.
“Pass,”
Yoongi rolls his eyes fondly. “Fine, what about this one?”
“Twelve inches?!” Jungkook shrieks. “You’d rip me in half!”
“Guess you’re not a size queen then,” Yoongi mutters.
“What about that one?”
Jungkook points to one that piques Yoongi’s interest. It’s a standard seven-inch dildo on the external side of the harness, but on the inside is a shorter, curved piece that apparently vibrates for Yoongi’s pleasure. It’s purple, but Jungkook seems to have no issues with that color. It takes only a few agreed confirmations before Yoongi adds it to his cart and checks out.
-
“I think I’d look good with a dick,” Yoongi says, admiring himself in the mirror.
The strap-on harness is secured around his waist and thighs, pressed firmly enough to his skin that the synthetic extension at his groin feels almost natural. It wraps around him in a way that looks flattering to his ass and he wonders to himself if Jungkook would ever be interested in rope play.
That’s for another time.
“I think you look good how you are,” Jungkook speaks up from the bed.
Yoongi turns to look at him, adoring the sight. Jungkook’s naked but curled up on himself a bit. He’s already flushed pink with a sheen of sweat on his skin, his lips pretty and plump. They’d been kissing pretty heavily as Yoongi stretched him open with his fingers, making sure he was loose enough that the dildo wouldn’t hurt. He shies away a little more as Yoongi stalks his way closer, not quite used to having something protruding from his groin.
“Don’t worry, baby, I know you love my pussy too much,” Yoongi teases, appreciating the way Jungkook avoids eye contact but doesn’t deny it. “But who knows, after tonight you might be begging me to fuck you every night.”
“No, I’d miss fucking you too much,” Jungkook admits with a grin.
Yoongi chuckles, finding his way between Jungkook’s legs before he leans down, connecting their lips. It’s not as heated of a kiss as they’ve shared before or as heated as it just was a mere five minutes ago. Yoongi wants to take this slower. He wants to make sure it’s enjoyable for Jungkook and doesn’t cause him any pain.
Jungkook’s arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him lower until their bodies are flush and he breaks the kiss with a hiss. Yoongi notices that the dildo is pressing against his hip. “Fuck it’s cold, why is it cold?”
“It’ll warm up,”
“It’s killing my boner,” Jungkook laughs.
Yoongi kisses him gently, moping at his bottom lip. “Don’t worry, I’ll bring it back.”
Jungkook’s grin doesn’t go away even as Yoongi kisses him properly. It’s not until Yoongi’s hand snakes down between them to grab Jungkook’s cock that he stops smiling. He gasps into the kiss as Yoongi squeezes him at the base, letting Yoongi’s tongue slide into his mouth easily. Jungkook’s hips shift at the slightest touch, his eagerness and impatience getting the better of him.
“Hyung,” Jungkook’s voice is a bit heavier, laced with something needy. “Do you have the piece for you?”
“Yep,” Yoongi says, kissing his jaw. “It’s in me,”
“How is it?”
Jungkook’s fingers creep down to the waistband of the harness, gentle as they follow it around to the front. “It’s fine, not as big as you,”
“Obviously,” Jungkook huffs, wincing as Yoongi flicks his nipple.
“Don’t be cocky,” He says. “I’m already fucking you,”
Jungkook grins, proud. “Does it feel good?”
“It kind of feels like nothing right now,” Yoongi admits. “I’m not moving yet though,”
“Well, by all means, feel free to start. I’m getting a bit impatient down here,”
“I’m trying to take this slow, brat,” Yoongi chastises him. “I don’t wanna hurt you,”
Jungkook’s smile softens. “You’re not going to,”
Yoongi hopes he’s being honest. He doesn’t want Jungkook’s first experience to go badly. He doesn’t want the younger to feel so much pain that he never does it again. And Yoongi’s not exactly a pro at this. This is like some strange form of stage fright - he’s afraid he won’t perform well.
“Okay,” He says. “If you’re sure you’re ready,”
“I was ready last week, we just had to wait on the stupid dildo to arrive because you didn’t want to share-“
Yoongi slides two fingers into Jungkook, still wet and stretched from before. The action makes Jungkook stop, his jaw falling open as his back arches a bit. The words he had been trying to speak come out as a whiny choking sound instead and Yoongi grins, cocky and amused.
“That’s because it’s my dildo, Jungkook,” Yoongi scissors his fingers, watching the full body shiver run through him. “Besides, I think waiting made it worth it, don’t you think?”
“Fuck, hyung, just fucking fuck me already,” Jungkook begs, pushing his hips down into Yoongi’s hand.
“Such a dirty mouth, jeez,” Yoongi tsks.
He leans over Jungkook, fingers still buried in his ass, to grab the lube bottle that lays beside the younger man’s head. He opens the bottle and pours some directly onto the dildo extruding from his body before tossing it to the floor. His free hand works swiftly to cost the artificial cock in lube. He wipes his hand on the sheet, getting an unhappy noise from Jungkook in response. Oh well, it’s not his bed.
“I’m serious this time,” Yoongi starts leaning closer. He’s added a third finger now, just making sure Jungkook’s still loose enough for him. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
Jungkook nods eagerly. “Yes, hyung, I’m ready, please fuck me. I trust you, I trust you,”
The last words are whispered, something heavy in them that Yoongi can’t decipher but he nods and leans in closer to kiss him. He slowly slides his fingers out, using that hand to guide the dildo until it’s pressing against Jungkook’s hole. Yoongi pauses just long enough to see the unfettered, eager anticipation and then he presses forward.
Jungkook winces slightly, tensing up. Yoongi knows it’s bigger than his fingers. He rubs a gentle hand against Jungkook’s stomach, “Relax, I know it’s pinchy, but you have to relax,”
“Why does it feel so much bigger?” Jungkook exhales, trying to force himself to untense his muscles.
“Because it is bigger,” Yoongi explains, pressing a little deeper. It takes a minute or so, but Yoongi finally manages to push all the way in, hips flush with Jungkook’s. “How is it?”
Jungkook’s eyelids flutter open, his irises shining in the dull light of the lamp. “I feel… full.”
“Yeah?” Yoongi grins. “Maybe even stuffed ?”
“Don’t make fun of me while I have a dildo up my ass!” Jungkook whines.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Yoongi kisses his neck and his jaw in apology. “Let me know when you want me to move,”
Jungkook nods, holding Yoongi’s waist in his hands as the elder continues to kiss his neck, soothing him and relaxing him as best as he can. It’s not too long before Jungkook tilts his head, asking for a kiss that Yoongi happily indulges him in. When they break apart, Jungkook speaks.
“You can move,”
Yoongi nods and shifts so that he can move more easily. He keeps their bodies close, hovering slightly over so that he can pull his hips back and rock forward. Jungkook doesn’t react much at first, but Yoongi lets out a gasp, the internal part of the dildo pressing up into him.
“Does it feel good now?” Jungkook asks.
“Yeah,” Yoongi huffs, pulling his hips back again just to rock them forward gently. “What about you?”
“It’s okay,” Jungkook says. “I think my ass is still getting used to the feeling.”
“This is gonna be embarrassing if I’m the only one who gets off on this,” Yoongi laughs, but it’s silently becoming a genuine concern. He’d have to give Jungkook the best blowjob of his life to make up for it.
“I think it would be kind of hot,” Jungkook shrugs.
Yoongi rolls his eyes fondly. “Well, I don’t plan to find out.”
It takes a bit for the pleasure to override the unusual sensation, but after a few more experimental trusts, Jungkook’s breathing gets a bit heavier and his grip gets a little tighter on Yoongi’s waist. Their lips press together a bit more desperately as Jungkook makes quiet little noises against his mouth.
“Feel good?” Yoongi asks, his own pleasure spiking. The curved piece nuzzled tightly in his vagina presses dangerously close to his g-spot with every thrust.
“Uh huh,” Jungkook pants, hot breath puffing against Yoongi’s cheek. “Can you go faster? Please?”
“Oh, now you’re all polite, huh? What happened to your cocky, teasing attitude earlier?”
Yoongi keeps his slow pace, making Jungkook whine. “Hyung, please ,”
“You’re so pretty when you beg,” It’s meant to be teasing but it comes out a little too honest.
Yoongi pulls back, shuffling onto his knees to get better leverage. He holds on tightly to Jungkook’s waist, once again losing himself in the realization of just how tiny it is. It curves beautifully from his ribs to his hips, delicate and soft. His abs add a delicious masculinity that has Yoongi feeling drunk. Jungkook is gorgeous and he feels so lucky to get to have him this way.
Jungkook’s eyelids flutter as he looks up at Yoongi, body open and vulnerable. His chest rises and falls with hot, heavy breaths and he easily moves his hips wherever Yoongi guides him. Yoongi’s fingers dig into his skin, leaving the promise of bruises as he starts up a steady pace. Jungkook moans underneath him, letting out pitchy whines as his fingers tangle in the sheets beneath him.
“Oh fuck, hyung,” Jungkook cries, head rolling back against the pillows. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,”
“Yeah, that’s it,” Yoongi moans. “Feels good right?”
Jungkook nods, arching his back. “So good, so good, Yoongi, please, faster,”
“God, I wish I could actually feel you,” Yoongi groans, snapping his hips a little harder. He basks in the broken cries it earns.
Yoongi’s not a super strong man but he’s never considered himself weak either, so he doesn’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s waist and pulling him up. Jungkook practically sits in his lap, their chests pressed together. He’s panting in Yoongi’s face, his cheeks flushed and hair matted to his forehead. Yoongi kisses him deeply, messily as Jungkook gyrates his hips, riding the dildo that’s pressed deeply into him.
Yoongi’s stomach churns, his orgasm building as Jungkook’s movements press the smaller piece inside of him deeper, right where he needs it. Yoongi reaches between them, wrapping his hand around Jungkook’s cock, effectively breaking the kiss. Their mouths hover close, strained breaths exchanging in the air between them. Yoongi’s thighs are burning but he pushes through, determined to make Jungkook cum.
“Come on, baby,” Yoongi whispers, their lips brushing. “Cum for me,”
“Hyung,” Jungkook cries, his fingernails digging trenches into the elder's back.
“Doesn’t it feel good? Having me pressed so deep inside of you?” Yoongi noses his ear as Jungkook presses his face into his neck. It’s obviously not him buried inside Jungkook, but it makes his stomach tighten a bit more to pretend. “Focus on how it feels, stretching you open, pressing against your prostate,”
Jungkook bites down on Yoongi’s shoulder, making him wince. His hips move a bit more desperately and Yoongi knows he’s close. He tightens his grip around Jungkook’s cock, thumbing at his tip. Yoongi wanted to make Jungkook cum first, but with the desperate movements and sounds the younger man is making, it doesn’t take long before Yoongi reaches his peak.
His grip around Jungkook’s waist tightens as he cums, moaning loudly as his hips jerk from the overwhelming euphoria. His forehead rests on Jungkook’s shoulder as he struggles to breathe. Jungkook has stopped moving and Yoongi barely manages to choke out a ‘ keep going’ before his body is pushed into a state of oversensitivity.
Jungkook rides him steady and fast, obviously close to his own orgasm is the way he moans and whines is anything to go off of. Yoongi holds him tightly, his body being pleasurably shocked by every jostle of the toy inside of him, but he’d let Jungkook pull dozens of orgasms out of him if it meant getting to watch him fall apart like this in his lap. Tears are beading in his eyes and his stomach tenses and relaxes quicker and quicker as he’s building up to his orgasm. Yoongi’s still working his hand along his cock, twisting his wrist and squeezing gently with every upstroke, just how Jungkook likes it.
“Hyung,” Jungkook’s speech is slurred like he’s drunk - drunk on pleasure, drunk on Yoongi. “S’good, so good, m’gonna cum, fuck, I’m-“
He lets out a high-pitched whine, head falling back. Precum leaks steadily from his tip, easing Yoongi’s glide. He kisses Jungkook’s neck. “Cum for me baby. I want you to cum all over my cock. You’re so beautiful, riding me so gorgeously like this, fucking perfect.”
Jungkook’s nails almost draw blood with how hard he holds onto Yoongi. His jaw drops in a gasp, body shivering and trembling as he reaches his peak. He cums hard, shooting cum between their stomachs and all over Yoongi’s hand. He moves only a few more times before collapsing entirely against the elder, weak and sedated.
Yoongi holds them both up, running his clean hand up and down Jungkook’s spine. Their skin is sweaty and sticky, their chests bumping together with every inhale. His muscles feel weak and he struggles to keep them up.
“Hey, bun,” Yoongi huffs. Jungkook hums against his skin. “You’re kinda heavy,”
“Too bad,” Jungkook mumbles.
Yoongi sighs, tired but fond. He wraps both his hands around Jungkook - one around his waist, the other gripping his butt - before he falls backward onto his back as gently as he can. He lets Jungkook press him into the mattress, the younger man offering only the tiniest of whimpers as the dildo shuffles inside of him.
They lay there in silence for a long time. Yoongi enjoys the pleasant weight of Jungkook’s body against his, the heat and stickiness are nothing in comparison to the comfort it brings. He runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, kissing his cheek and shoulder.
“Hyung,”
“Yes, baby?”
“That was fun,”
“It was,” Yoongi agrees.
Jungkook falls silent again for a few minutes before speaking again. “Hyung,”
“Hm?”
“My ass feels numb,”
“That happens sometimes. You’ll probably be sore tomorrow,”
Jungkook makes a small noise of complaint, nuzzling his nose into Yoongi’s neck.
“Yoongi,”
“What is it, Jungkook?” Yoongi huffs, amused.
“You rubbed cum into my ass and it’s starting to itch now,”
Yoongi can’t hold back the laughter that bubbles up through him. He places a gentle slap against the younger man’s ass, making him sit up. He winces as the dildo presses into him, but still manages to pout down at Yoongi.
“Come shower with me,”
“Glad to see the brattiness is back,” Yoongi teases.
“Now,” Jungkook orders before lifting his hips and pulling himself off of Yoongi’s lap, off of the strap-on. “This thing is disgusting,”
Yoongi shivers as Jungkook’s fingers press between his legs, smearing the slick of Yoongi’s release off the harness. He swiftly undoes the harness from around Yoongi’s waist, helping him slide it down his legs and off completely until he can drop it on the bed. They’ll have to give it a good deep clean later.
For now, though, Yoongi lets himself be pulled up off the bed and toward the shower.