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Love you so bad, love you so bad

Yoongi already knew that those words would be haunting him later that night as he tried to fall asleep. Not necessarily the whole song, which he heard over and over that day as they learned the choreography, but that line in particular. That was the part of the song where, in addition to the choreography, Yoongi had to do something even more difficult, which was to keep himself from looking over at Jungkook in the mirror.

Every time he allowed himself to glance over at Jungkook as he performed the choreographed move of lifting his shirt and exposing his gorgeous abs, Yoongi would trip, step with the wrong foot, or falter in some other way. After embarrassing himself a few too many times, he stopped looking at Jungkook, although even the effort needed to resist made him mess up a few more times before he got the hang of it.

Then, disaster.

While the other members sat around drinking water and getting their breath back, Jungkook stood in front of the mirror practicing his shirt lift, experimenting with what angle to pull from and how high to lift. He mouthed that one line of the song over and over as he practiced, his expression just as seductive as it would be in a performance. Yoongi attempted to both watch and not watch Jungkook at the same time, which of course failed miserably.

To hide the fact that he was struggling to maintain his trademark bored expression, Yoongi took a drink of water. Just then, Jungkook lifted his shirt extra high, exposing the full expanse of his flat belly and half of his chest. When the shirt went high enough to reveal one of his nipples, Yoongi choked and water dribbled down his chin. Now properly covered again, Jungkook glanced back at him and actually smirked. Cheeks burning, Yoongi dabbed at his chin with his shirt, stood up, and left the room as casually as he could.

Safe inside the locked restroom, Yoongi smacked his forehead with his palm.

"Get a grip!" he mumbled to himself. "What the hell is your problem?"

It wasn't like Yoongi had never seen Jungkook's body before. He regularly saw him shirtless at home. It affected him then too, and he averted his eyes as much as possible, but still, his response to a simple shirt lift was a bit extreme. Yoongi found something about it to be incredibly sexy. After giving himself a quick pep talk that involved a lot of cursing and berating, Yoongi returned to the practice room.

-

A couple of weeks later, Yoongi found himself in a situation so unlikely that he felt like someone must be playing a cruel trick on him. There was a mix-up with the hotel and they were short a room. The members played rock paper scissors to see who would have to share. Jungkook was the first to lose, and Yoongi's heart hammered in his chest as he tried to figure out which outcome he was hoping for. He lost, which meant that he would be sharing a hotel room with a single bed with Jungkook.

When they got to the room they busied themselves with setting up their things and taking turns in the shower. Yoongi let Jungkook go first partly because he was hoping he might be asleep by the time Yoongi was finished, which would eliminate a lot of the awkwardness. However, Jungkook was sitting up in bed looking at his phone and appeared very much awake when Yoongi emerged from the bathroom.

Yoongi looked at the bed and tried to convince himself to get into it. The members had all shared beds before. This shouldn't be a big deal at all. But the thought of getting under the covers with Jungkook, even in a king sized bed, made Yoongi's pulse race, and that felt dangerous.

"I'm just going to sleep on the couch," he announced, grabbing a pillow from the bed.

Jungkook put down his phone and stared at him reproachfully.

"Why would you do that?" he asked.

Yoongi found that he hadn't thought this idea through. After a pause he said the only thing that he felt he could say honestly.

"You seemed upset when you lost rock paper scissors. This way you can feel as much as possible that you have your own room. I won't mind sleeping on the couch. I do it in my studio all the time."

Jungkook's expression softened.

"That's sweet, hyung, but it's not necessary. I won't be able to sleep if I know you're on the couch. Please come to bed."

Yoongi didn't know how to say no to that, so he did as Jungkook asked. He faced away from him and lay as close to the edge of the bed as he could without looking like he was doing it on purpose.

"Good night, Jungkook-ah," he said.

"Night, hyung."

A few minutes later Jungkook turned off his bedside light and Yoongi felt the bed move as he settled down to sleep. About fifteen minutes went by and Yoongi was no closer to sleep. His mind was full of Jungkook as he desperately tried to not think about Jungkook. Suddenly he realized that Jungkook's breathing didn't sound like he was asleep either. He longed to say something to him. To see if he was okay, or to ask if he wanted to cuddle. He was envious of Taehyung and Jimin's ability to cuddle with him without any romantic feelings making it painful, but Yoongi couldn't do that.

"Hyung?" Jungkook whispered.

Yoongi's breath caught, but he didn't say anything.

"I know you're awake," said Jungkook quietly.

"Hmm?" Yoongi replied, trying to sound more tired than he was.

"I'm nervous about the show," said Jungkook.

"That's not until the day after tomorrow," said Yoongi. He immediately felt bad about his dismissive tone and turned around. He couldn't let his feelings for Jungkook turn him into a bad hyung. "Sorry, Kook-ah. Why are you nervous?"

"It's Fake Love," said Jungkook. "I'm concerned that the shirt lift is going to look like I'm trying too hard. Like I'm trying to be sexy but it just looks kind of lame."

It was too dark for Yoongi to see Jungkook's face clearly, but he stared blankly in his direction for a moment trying to make sense of what he'd said. Surely Jungkook must know that it was anything but lame.

"Jungkook-ah," Yoongi began, and he huffed a laugh. "Why would you think that?"

"I don't know, it's just not something I usually do on stage."

"Are you uncomfortable with it? You can change it if you want. They can't force you to do it."

"The only reason I'd want to change it is if it doesn't look good," said Jungkook. "What do you think, hyung?"

Jungkook was asking him directly for his opinion on the shirt lift that drove Yoongi crazy. It felt a little unreal, and the darkness and the bed sharing added to that effect. The almost dreamlike conditions emboldened Yoongi to speak more openly than he might if he could see Jungkook looking at him.

"I think ARMY will go crazy for it, Kook-ah," he said. "I genuinely would not be surprised if someone faints. You said it might look like you're trying too hard to be sexy, but you never look like you're trying. It always looks effortless. I guarantee you that every ARMY there will scream their heads off when you do it."

Despite the darkness, Yoongi got the feeling that Jungkook was smiling. Then he spoke, and he could hear the smile in his voice.

"You think my abs are sexy, hyung."

It wasn't a question. Yoongi froze and mentally kicked himself for saying too much. There was a heavy pause.

"Well, I have eyes, you know, I'm not blind or anything," said Yoongi in a rush, stuttering slightly.

"You can be hard to read, but I thought you were checking me out during practice and I was right."

Shock and fear flooded Yoongi's body.

"Was this whole conversation a set up?" he asked defensively. "You were trying to get me to admit something?"

Jungkook reached out and closed his hand around Yoongi's forearm.

"I did bring it up partly because I wanted to know about that," Jungkook admitted, "but I didn't lie, hyung. I really was nervous. I'm not nervous now, and it's because now that I know what you think, I don't really care if everyone else likes it. It's enough that you do."

Yoongi's head was spinning, but Jungkook's thumb was stroking his arm and his defensiveness was quickly melting away.

"What are you getting at?" Yoongi asked in a rough whisper.

"Hyung, you were looking at me like I was an ice cream cone that you were dying to lick," said Jungkook.

Yoongi tried to pull his arm away in embarrassment, but Jungkook held it firmly.

"You don't understand, hyung. I wanted it. I want you. I've liked you for ages."

There was silence for a few moments. Neither of them moved. Then Yoongi spoke.

"Let go of my arm, please."

Jungkook obeyed. Yoongi turned around and switched on his bedside light, then turned back to face Jungkook. He was so handsome that Yoongi thought his heart might burst. Jungkook blinked at the sudden brightness, but his eyes were fixed on Yoongi.

"Say that again please, Kook-ah. I need to see you say it."

"I want you, Yoongi hyung," said Jungkook, more nervously than before. "I've had feelings for you for a long time."

Yoongi was having trouble getting up the nerve to reply, but when he saw that Jungkook looked anxious he scooted closer and took his hand, wanting to reassure him.

"Me too," he said. "I have feelings for you too, Jungkook-ah." He smiled and added, "Not just for your abs."

Jungkook grinned. "They are nice though, right?"

"They look better than ice cream," Yoongi said, referencing Jungkook's earlier comment.

"You can taste them whenever you want." Jungkook's tone was joking, but as soon as he said it his face became serious. He looked questioningly at Yoongi. "Have you ever thought about it?"

"About licking your abs?" Yoongi asked, and Jungkook nodded. "I have, yeah. I've thought about a lot more than that, Kook."

"I have too, hyung," said Jungkook. His voice was low and his eyes were intense as he looked at Yoongi. "I've thought about everything. I want everything with you."

"Fuck," Yoongi breathed out. He could feel himself getting hard.

"Hyung." There was a needy edge to Jungkook's voice. "If you don't kiss me right now I think I might die."

Yoongi wanted to make fun of him for being dramatic, but the truth was he felt the same way. He cupped Jungkook's cheek in his hand and drew him in until their lips met. Yoongi had kissed a good number of people, but this was completely different. This was Jungkook. A simple chaste kiss shot fire through his veins. Yoongi wrapped an arm around Jungkook's waist and pulled him in closer, already desperate to feel more of him. He traced his tongue along the center of Jungkook's lips, and they parted with a gasp. He let out a groan as their tongues slid together, hot and intoxicating. Yoongi's hand went to the back of Jungkook's neck, holding him in place as he explored his mouth. Jungkook moaned in response to the touch, and Yoongi's whole body shivered at the sound. It shouldn't have surprised him to learn that Jungkook's moans were as exquisite as every other sound he made.

When Yoongi realized that he was rock hard and already leaking, he drew back to look at Jungkook, who allowed him to break the kiss reluctantly. He looked just as aroused as Yoongi felt. The intense hunger in Jungkook's gorgeous face, and all of it directed at Yoongi, made his cock twitch. Only Jungkook could do that with just his face. He ran a finger along Jungkook's sharp jawline.

"Ask me for anything, Jungkook-ah," said Yoongi, his voice low and rough. "Ask me to fulfill your wildest fantasy or ask me to just lay here and cuddle you. Whatever you want."

Jungkook closed his eyes for a moment as he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth. Yoongi was sure he was picturing something specific that he wanted.

"What about what you want, hyung?" Jungkook asked when he opened his eyes again. "I want you to feel good. I want to fulfill your fantasy."

Yoongi hooked a finger under Jungkook's chin and pulled him in for a slow kiss.

"You are my fantasy, sweetheart. Tell me what you want. Anything."

Jungkook ducked his head shyly, but when he spoke Yoongi could hear eagerness in his voice.

"I want you to fuck me, Yoongi-ah. That's what I want more than anything. I want your—" Jungkook's hips jerked and Yoongi felt his hard length against his thigh. Jungkook let out a little whine. "Your fingers. I want your fingers in me. Then I want your cock. Want to feel you cum inside me."

The wet spot on Yoongi's underwear was noticeably more damp than before Jungkook made his request. He just hoped he would be able to last long enough to give him what he wanted. What they both wanted.

"Oh my god," said Yoongi, closing his eyes for a moment as desire burned hot inside him. Then he said, "Where did you learn how to talk like that? That was absolutely filthy."

Jungkook's nose scrunched and he smiled his most adorable, toothy smile. Yoongi laughed, then leaned in to kiss Jungkook's nose affectionately.

"I want that too, baby," he said. "I want you so much, Kook-ah."

Their lips met, and as they kissed Yoongi rolled them over so that Jungkook was on his back and Yoongi was straddling his thighs. He took hold of the hem of Jungkook's shirt and pushed it up to his chest. As his hands ran over Jungkook's skin, Yoongi kissed along his jaw, then slowly down his neck, sucking at a few spots and nibbling teasingly. Jungkook made little sounds of pleasure that drove Yoongi crazy with desire. His hands had been taking in the soft skin and hard muscle of Jungkook's abs, but he kept thinking about what he had said earlier.

You can taste them whenever you want.

Yoongi kissed Jungkook on the lips, briefly entwined their tongues again, then moved downward until his face was over his stomach. He pressed a few kisses to it, then looked up at Jungkook, who was looking back at him with a heated expression.

"You're so hot, Jungkookie," said Yoongi as he smoothed a hand across Jungkook's abs.

"Me?" asked Jungkook with a groan. "Just looking at your hands, finally seeing them touch me like this, it's driving me crazy. I don't think you realize how hot you are."

Yoongi blushed, pleased but a bit embarrassed, still feeling that his level of attractiveness was far from being equal to Jungkook's. Instead of replying, he bent his head and dragged his tongue up the center line of Jungkook's defined ab muscles.

"Mmm," Jungkook hummed with satisfaction. "Were you thinking about this during practice, Yoongi hyung?"

Yoongi nodded and continued to kiss, lick, and suck at Jungkook's skin. He licked into his belly button, expecting it to tickle, but Jungkook moaned.

"Does that feel nice?" he asked, repeating the action.

"Mmmh." Jungkook nodded.

"Hm, maybe some time I should put some whipped cream there and lick it off you. Would you like that?"

Jungkook giggled. "Sure, hyung, that sounds fun!"

Yoongi smiled at his enthusiasm, then went back to mapping out his abs with his tongue.

"When I was practicing that part in front of the mirror, right before you left the room, that was for you," said Jungkook. "I thought it was too much of a coincidence that you kept messing up during that part, and I decided to give you something good to look at, just in case I was right."

Yoongi lifted his head, his spit-slicked mouth hanging slightly open as he stared at Jungkook. The satisfied smile on his face was very similar to the one he'd given Yoongi after he spilled his water. Yoongi licked his lips.

"You were right," he said. "I wanted to shove you against a wall right there in front of everyone and show you what I thought of your teasing."

"I love teasing you, hyung," said Jungkook wickedly. "Love seeing you squirm because you want me and can't do anything about it."

"I think it's your time to squirm right now," Yoongi replied.

He shoved Jungkook's shirt higher and swiped his tongue across one of his nipples. Jungkook moaned and threw his head back. Yoongi licked and sucked and teased until Jungkook was a whimpering mess. Then he returned to eye-level with him and kissed him tenderly before suddenly rolling off of him, sitting beside him on the bed. He wanted Jungkook naked and decided that the efficient way would be better than drawing it out by slowly undressing each other.

"Take your clothes off," he instructed.

Jungkook complied speedily, whipping off his clothes and lying back down to watch Yoongi finish removing his pajama pants and boxers. Each of them took a good long moment to stare at the other. Yoongi had seen Jungkook naked before, but he had never seen him hard, leaking, and aching for his touch. His own cock leaked a little more at the sight. He ran his hands over Jungkook's strong thighs as he moved to straddle him again. He leaned down to kiss him, and just as Jungkook's lips were parting under his, Yoongi brought his hips forward and slid their cocks together. Jungkook gasped into his mouth and Yoongi practically growled. Their precum made the slide of their cocks together feel incredible. Jungkook bucked up against him and Yoongi ground down, until suddenly Yoongi pulled away with a curse.

"You feel way too good, baby," he said. "Do you still want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," said Jungkook in a trembling breath. "Yes please."

Yoongi smiled affectionately and brushed Jungkook's cheek with his thumb.

"Hold on a second, gorgeous. I'll get the lube."

Yoongi got up and went to his bag over on the couch. He dug through it for a minute and then turned toward the bed, holding up a small bottle and a condom.

"I'm clean," said Jungkook. "If you're ok with it, I'd rather have just you inside me. But whatever you want is fine."

Yoongi looked down at the condom, considering. He had been checked out since his last sexual encounter, which was a while ago. Jungkook didn't want anything between them, and neither did he. He tossed the condom into the bag and got back onto the bed. He placed the lube bottle to the side, then crawled back up to Jungkook and kissed him.

"Kook-ah, you have to promise me that if anything hurts, or if you want to stop for any reason, you'll tell me. I won't be offended. But I will be upset if you don't tell me that you're hurting."

"I promise, hyung."

"That's good, baby." Yoongi brushed back a section of Jungkook's hair and kissed his forehead. "Hyung's gonna take good care of you." He kissed his nose. "Gonna make you feel so good." He kissed his cheekbone. "Gonna bury my cock so deep inside you."

Jungkook let out a low moan of pure arousal and Yoongi crashed their lips together, their kisses quickly becoming messy and desperate. When he pulled away, Jungkook whined and tried to tug him back. Yoongi chuckled lowly and placed a kiss on his chest before moving farther down. He wrapped his long fingers around Jungkook's throbbing cock and watched his face become overcome with pleasure as he stroked him.

"Fuck, baby, you're so beautiful," he said.

"Oh my god, Yoongi," was all Jungkook could manage in return.

Yoongi lowered his head, his hand still wrapped around the bottom of Jungkook's length, and slowly took him into his mouth, taking time to tongue at the head of his cock and taste his precum. He gave a satisfied moan with his lips still wrapped around him, and the feeling ripped a lewd sound of pleasure from Jungkook's throat. When he pulled off not long after, Jungkook bit his lip and watched him with his pretty doe eyes, waiting to see what he would do next. Yoongi stroked the underside of Jungkook's cock with a single finger, then continued to trail it down until it reached his entrance. Jungkook shuddered as he brushed over it lightly.

"Is this what you want, Jungkookie?"

Jungkook nodded, shivering and spreading his legs farther apart as Yoongi's finger moved in teasing circles.

Yoongi grabbed the lube, warmed some up on his fingers, and spread it over Jungkook's entrance. Then he slicked up his fingers and pressed one of them against Jungkook. He started to push inside slowly and carefully, but he found it a bit easier than he was expecting.

"Did you play with yourself today?" he asked in surprise.

Jungkook blushed and said, "A little, in the shower. I was thinking about how much I wished you would do this to me."

Yoongi pushed deeper and Jungkook groaned. Yoongi worked him carefully and then added a second finger. He went more slowly this time, giving him plenty of time to adjust, but it wasn't very long before Jungkook was moaning beautifully and rocking his hips up against Yoongi's hand.

"Do you have any idea how hot it is to see you fucking yourself on my fingers like this?" Yoongi asked in awe.

"Can't help it," answered Jungkook breathily. "Feels so good. Wanted them inside me for so long."

"Are you ready for a third?" Yoongi asked.

"Yes."

Yoongi poured some more lube onto his fingers before attempting it with three. It was a more difficult adjustment, but Yoongi murmured praises and encouragements until Jungkook was rocking into his hand again. Yoongi curled his fingers inside him, and suddenly Jungkook's mouth opened, his head fell back, and his hips jerked up roughly.

"Yoongi!" he cried out, panting. "It feels—"

Jungkook didn't finish his sentence. He looked overwhelmed, and Yoongi guessed that this level of stimulation was beyond anything he'd experienced before. He pulled his fingers back so that they didn't go as deep. Jungkook whined and kept moving his hips.

"Easy, Kook," he said gently, rubbing his free hand soothingly on Jungkook's thigh. "Do you want to continue this way, or do you want my cock?"

"Your cock," Jungkook panted. "I want your cock. Please."

Yoongi thought he still seemed overwhelmed, so he pulled his fingers out, located his shirt on the bed, and wiped them off. Then he wrapped his arms around Jungkook, holding him close. He kissed him softly.

"Are you ok, Kookie?" he asked. "Please tell me if anything's wrong."

"It just felt so good, I've never felt anything like it. My whole body was on fire."

Yoongi smiled and stroked his hair. "That's good, baby. You just have to get used to it. Are you ok to continue?"

"Yes."

Jungkook looked calmer. Just knowing that he wasn't feeling anything abnormal seemed to help. Yoongi kissed him again. He couldn't seem to resist kissing him whenever he got the chance. Jungkook brought out his affectionate side like nothing else.

He opened the lube bottle and poured some onto his own cock, giving himself a few strokes both to spread it and to take the edge off. He also applied more to Jungkook, teasing him a little with his finger. Finally he lined himself up and began to press slowly inside. The tight heat surrounding him was heavenly, and the fact that he was inside Jungkook was just as much of a turn on as the physical sensations.

"Everything ok?" he asked when he was fully inside.

"God yes," said Jungkook.

Yoongi gave a shallow thrust and Jungkook whimpered, rocking his hips up into him. Yoongi  pulled back a little more, pushed forward a little harder, and they both moaned. Yoongi leaned forward for more of those kisses that he couldn't get enough of. Their tongues entwined messily as he pulled his hips back and snapped them forward, driving hard into Jungkook, trying to bury his cock as deep inside him as possible, like he'd promised earlier. He set a steady pace, slow but deep, and Jungkook kept up a string of gorgeously needy noises as he rocked his hips up to meet Yoongi, trying to take him deeper still.

"Fuck," said Yoongi in a low, gravelly voice. "You feel incredible, Kook. So tight. So good."

"Yoongi," Jungkook whispered reverently, instilling all his emotions into that one word.

Yoongi continued the slow pace, wanting to make it last. If it was up to him he would spend all night fucking Jungkook. The intense pleasure coursing through his body was unlike anything he'd ever felt. However, his goal was to make Jungkook feel good, and Yoongi knew he must be craving a faster pace by now. He sped up and was immediately rewarded with a deliciously filthy moan from Jungkook.

Yoongi kissed Jungkook's beautiful, sinful mouth as he fucked into him, adjusting the angle slightly until Jungkook gasped, letting him know he had found what he was aiming for. He drove harder and faster into Jungkook, hitting the right spot every time. Jungkook was falling apart, making the most erotic noises as his hips jerked up desperately.

"Yoongi!" he gasped. "I need—can I touch myself? I'm close. Please, Yoongi."

"Let me take care of that, sweetheart," said Yoongi.

He kissed Jungkook's red, kiss-swollen lips, then took his throbbing, leaking cock in his hand. Jungkook moaned loudly and flung his head back on the pillow.

"That's it, baby," said Yoongi, "cum for me, Jungkook-ah."

Yoongi continued to drive his cock deep into Jungkook, hitting his prostate over and over. He timed the strokes of his hand with the thrusts of his hips, and soon Jungkook was spilling over Yoongi's hand with Yoongi's name on his lips.

The sight of Jungkook in ecstasy, along with the knowledge that he had caused it, brought Yoongi to the brink. It only took a few more thrusts before he fulfilled the last part of Jungkook's request by cumming deep inside him. When he was completely spent he pulled out and collapsed beside Jungkook, breathing hard. He reached for his hand and laced their fingers together.

When he could move again, Yoongi rolled onto his side and leaned on a clean portion of Jungkook's chest, avoiding the streaks of white that painted his torso. Jungkook smiled up at him, looking happy and satisfied, and Yoongi brushed back the hair from his sweaty forehead.

"How are you doing, sweetheart?"

"I'm amazing," Jungkook answered. "I've never been better. Just, uh, a little messy."

Yoongi chuckled and kissed him.

"Stay there, I'll be right back."

Yoongi brought back a small towel from the bathroom and cleaned up Jungkook enough so that he wouldn't drip on the bed or floor when he got up.

"It's time for another shower," said Yoongi. "We can do it together if you want, although this hotel shower is a bit small."

"Together is good, hyung," said Jungkook.

"Oh, am I hyung again?"

"Should I not have stopped calling you hyung while we—"

"You can call me whatever you want, Kook," said Yoongi. "I was just teasing. I love hearing you say my name."

Jungkook sat up and pulled Yoongi in for a kiss.

"I love you, Yoongi-ah."

Those words normally made Yoongi uncomfortable, but not this time. His heart was full, and he answered without hesitation.

"I love you too, Jungkookie."

Jungkook wrapped his arms around Yoongi and started pulling him back to lie on the bed, but Yoongi resisted.

"None of that. We're not falling asleep like this. Come on, let's shower."

Yoongi got up and held out a hand to Jungkook, who took it and allowed Yoongi to drag him to the bathroom.

Somewhere in Yoongi's mind was the idea that, even though they were naked and wet and soapy in the shower together, they shouldn't let things get too sexy because they really ought to go to sleep. But then Jungkook started washing Yoongi's hair for him, massaging his scalp with his slim, elegant, freakishly strong fingers, and the idea of keeping things from getting steamy just faded away.

He returned the favor, and when he was done rinsing Jungkook's hair he realized that he was half hard again already. Hair washing seemed like a completely ridiculous thing to get turned on by, but Jungkook's fingers had felt really good on his scalp, and the noises and faces Jungkook made while Yoongi washed his hair wouldn't have been out of place in bed, so maybe it wasn't so crazy after all. Plus Yoongi saw that Jungkook had also been affected by it.

As Jungkook was standing under the water rinsing the front of his body, Yoongi took the soap, worked up a lather on his hands, and started washing Jungkook's muscular ass.

"I did that already," said Jungkook.

"Did you do here?" asked Yoongi, sliding his fingers between Jungkook's cheeks. He had been watching earlier as Jungkook meticulously cleaned himself, but he wanted an excuse to touch him.

"Um. Maybe?"

"What about here?" Yoongi's soapy fingers found Jungkook's rim.

Jungkook let out a gasp followed by a whimper.

"You should probably help me with that."

Yoongi's fingers teased his entrance while also making sure he was thoroughly clean. Then he turned Jungkook around so that water poured down his back. He wrapped his arms around him and grabbed his ass in both hands, moving it around to make sure the water covered all of it, and using his hand to manually rinse and tease Jungkook's rim again. Jungkook's face was in the crook of Yoongi's neck, and he nipped at it playfully when Yoongi teased him.

"Is that your way of telling me to stop?" asked Yoongi, taking his hand away.

"No, I want you to keep going."

Yoongi smiled. "We should probably get out of the shower instead of running the water for no reason."

"It felt like a good reason to me," Jungkook pouted.

Yoongi's fingers smoothed over the curve of Jungkook's ass and down to circle his entrance. Jungkook leaned into the touch.

"You know, sometimes people use their tongue here," Yoongi said conversationally.

He immediately winced at how awkward he thought he sounded, as if he was spouting a random interesting fact. But a moment after he regretted speaking, a small, needy whine came from Jungkook.

"Hyung," he said breathily, "would you really do that?"

"If that's something you want, of course," said Yoongi.

Jungkook turned around, turned off the water, then turned back to Yoongi and pulled him into a kiss.

"I want you to do that to me," he said.

"Ok, maybe next time we can try it."

"I mean now," said Jungkook.

Yoongi chuckled. "Do you know what time it is, Kook-ah?"

"Time for you to put your tongue in my ass."

Yoongi's cock throbbed traitorously. Jungkook took it in his hand and stroked it. Yoongi groaned.

"You're already wet just thinking about it," said Jungkook. "Besides, why were you touching me just now if you're so worried about the time?"

"We were naked in the shower," said Yoongi.

"So if I was to go get on my hands and knees on the bed and put my ass in the air, you would have no choice but to lick it, right?"

Yoongi’s lips quirked in a smile.

"No choice at all."

They dried themselves quickly. Jungkook was faster, and Yoongi returned to find him on the bed positioned as promised. With his forearms resting on the bed and his hips lifted high, Yoongi had an incredible side view of his body.

"Holy shit."

"What?" asked Jungkook self-consciously.

"You're the sexist thing I've ever seen, baby," Yoongi gushed. "The curve of your spine, your ass, your tiny waist, your thighs. You should just stay like that for a bit while I admire you."

"Or you could come over here and admire me with your tongue."

"So impatient," said Yoongi fondly.

"Maybe I should go to sleep after all," said Jungkook, lowering himself to the bed.

Yoongi came over and gave one of his butt cheeks a smack.

"As you were, Jungkook-ah."

"Yes, hyung," said Jungkook, raising his hips again and looking back at him with a smug smile.

Yoongi smoothed his hand over the spot he had smacked, kissed it, then went to kiss Jungkook’s lips before getting up on the bed behind him. He ran his hands down his spine, then traced them along his sides. He reached underneath him and pumped his cock a few times as he bent over him and kissed a line down his back.

Jungkook whined when Yoongi took his hand away, but his breath caught when he sat back on his knees and his hands went to Jungkook's ass. He spread his cheeks, and Jungkook lifted his hips a bit higher. One finger stroked teasingly over him, and Jungkook shivered.

"It's so hot seeing you like this, baby," said Yoongi as he continued to tease lightly with his finger. "All spread out for me and aching for my tongue."

Jungkook whimpered.

"Please, Yoongi," he begged quietly.

Yoongi bent down and ran his tongue over his rim. Jungkook gasped and his whole body gave a jolt. Yoongi's fingers tightened on his cheeks to hold him steady. He licked in a circle, getting Jungkook nice and wet.

"Yoongi, Yoongi," Jungkook groaned in a beautiful, breathy voice that made Yoongi's cock jump.

Yoongi thoroughly bathed Jungkook with his tongue, then he started licking with more pressure and with more purposeful strokes. When he finally pointed his tongue and pressed it to his entrance, Jungkook made a strangled noise and gave another little jolt.

"How does it feel, Kookie?" Yoongi paused to ask.

"So good, Yoongi," Jungkook panted. "So good. Please keep going."

Yoongi licked firmly over his rim with the flat of his tongue, then pushed the tip of it inside. Jungkook moaned loudly, gorgeous and filthy. Yoongi's tongue pumped in and out a few times before pushing deeper into Jungkook's tight warmth. Jungkook's hips started rocking back and forth slightly. Yoongi pressed his face into Jungkook's ass and copied the rhythm of his hips as he fucked him with his tongue. Jungkook kept up a steady stream of desperate moans.

"Yoongi," he finally groaned just as Yoongi was beginning to wonder how long he could keep going. "I need your cock."

Yoongi hummed against Jungkook's rim and pushed his tongue a little deeper into his ass. Jungkook cried out in pleasure. Yoongi pulled out and gave his rim a lingering parting lick. Jungkook's hips collapsed onto the bed and he lay there breathing heavily. Yoongi pressed a kiss to his lower back.

"Relax for a second, sweetheart," said Yoongi. "I'll be right back."

Yoongi went to the bathroom and rinsed his mouth so that it would be a little fresher when he kissed Jungkook, then he grabbed a clean washcloth and went back to the bed. He put the cloth aside for later and lay next to Jungkook. He stroked his hair and kissed him.

"How do you want it?" he asked.

"I'd like to try it from behind at first," answered Jungkook, "but I want you to turn me around whenever you want, like last time. I loved watching your face. You're so beautiful, Yoongi."

Yoongi smiled shyly.

"I don't think anything else should be called beautiful when you're around, Kook."

Yoongi said it with complete sincerity, but as soon as the words were out he realized how corny they must have sounded. He blushed and lowered his eyes.

A wide smile lit up Jungkook's entire face. He laughed adorably, and Yoongi blushed harder.

"That was the sappiest thing anyone has ever said to me," Jungkook giggled. He put a finger under Yoongi's chin and made him look at him again. "I loved it, Yoongi-ah. Please always feel free to tell me every romantic thing that comes into your head."

"I love you, Jungkookie," said Yoongi. He kissed him, slow and sweet, then said, "Now do you want me to fuck you or what?"

"Yes! Please fuck me, Yoongi." Jungkook's voice was dripping with want, all traces of laughter gone.

Yoongi fished the lube out of the covers and Jungkook got back on his forearms and knees. Yoongi coated Jungkook's entrance with lube and slicked up his fingers. He knew Jungkook was probably ready, but he wanted to make sure. He wasn't going to take a chance and risk hurting him. Jungkook let out a satisfied groan as Yoongi opened him up with his fingers. When he was sure he was ready, Yoongi spread lube on his cock, added a bit more to Jungkook's entrance, and wiped his fingers on the washcloth. Jungkook started pressing his hips back toward Yoongi as soon as he was lined up.

"You're so eager for my cock, baby," said Yoongi huskily as he slowly pushed inside.

"I love your cock, Yoongi," said Jungkook. "Feels so good. Can't wait to feel you cum inside me again."

Yoongi growled, pulled back and almost out, then slammed forward into Jungkook, burying himself completely. They both moaned. Yoongi's hands slid forward to the smallest part of Jungkook's slender waist. He wrapped his long fingers around it, getting a good grip, and pulled Jungkook back by the waist at the same time that he slammed his cock into him again, burying it impossibly deep. It didn't take very long before Yoongi felt himself getting close. He pulled out, and Jungkook whined at the loss.

"You feel so good, baby," said Yoongi. "I need to see your face now."

Jungkook turned over and Yoongi guided him into the right position. He set a leisurely pace and leaned forward to kiss him, enjoying the softness of his lips and the sensual slide of his tongue. Jungkook's frequent needy, erotic vocalizations and the tireless way his hips bucked up caused wave after wave of arousal to crash over Yoongi.

"You turn me on so much, Kook," he said. "I can't get enough of you."

"Me too," Jungkook agreed. "I didn't know I could feel this good. And being with you like this feels so right."

Those words made Yoongi's heart ache with an overwhelming feeling of affection in addition to setting his body ablaze with desire. His lips found Jungkook's again and he kissed him passionately.

"Yoongi," said Jungkook after a few minutes. "More, please. Harder."

Yoongi shifted to a position with more leverage and started moving faster, driving his hips harder. He angled himself just so, and on the next thrust Jungkook cried out and flung his head back, gripping the blankets tightly.

"Is that better, Kook-ah?" Yoongi asked.

Jungkook moaned something incoherent that included "yes," "oh my god," and repeated Yoongi's name several times. As Yoongi continued to thrust in deep, hitting the right spot with every stroke, Jungkook's moans grew louder and more desperate. Yoongi felt himself starting to approach his own climax.

"You sound so good, baby," he said. "Are you going to cum for me soon?"

Jungkook groaned and writhed.

"Touch me, Yoongi! Please!"

Yoongi wrapped his hand around Jungkook's cock and spread his precum for a smooth slide.

"You're so wet for me, Jungkookie. So hot."

Jungkook was trembling all over. Sweat shone on his forehead. Then with a loud cry he came over Yoongi's hand and his own torso. Yoongi started thrusting faster, chasing his own orgasm.

Jungkook was completely spent and in a bit of a haze, but he managed to watch Yoongi and say, "That's it, Yoongi, I wanna see you cum in me."

Yoongi's hips stuttered and he let out a low moan as pleasure overwhelmed him and he came deep inside of Jungkook.

They held each other, gazing into each other's eyes and kissing softly, until they had the strength to get up. Then Yoongi insisted that they take another shower, but this time just to get clean. It was ridiculously late, or more accurately, very early morning, but luckily they didn't have to be anywhere until the afternoon. Yoongi double checked that the door was bolted so that he and Jungkook could sleep tangled together without fear of other members walking in on them. Their hotel room didn't share a wall with any of the members or staff, so there was a chance that none of them heard anything even though they made no attempt to be quiet.

As they snuggled up in bed together after their shower, Yoongi and Jungkook agreed that whatever happened in the morning, whether they were able to keep the secret or if they had been overheard, they were together now, and nothing was going to change that.