Yoongi doesn't have time to say anything else before Jungkook's tongue is on him, running along the vein on the underside of his cock from base to tip.

Jungkook swirls his tongue over the head, lapping at the slit as he wraps his hand around the base before taking the head between his lips, suckling it skillfully while his other hand pins Yoongi's hip to the bed to keep him from bucking his hips.

Yoongi's eyes flutter as he begins moaning and babbling incoherently as Jungkook continues working him up.

His mouth always feels so good wrapped around his cock, sinking over the head to envelope him in wet heat.

Slowly, so fucking slowly, Jungkook slides down Yoongi's length, taking more of him in.

Jungkook's mouth is hot and wet, tongue swooping back and forth along the underside of Yoongi's cock as he sinks down.

This isn't something they've never done before. Jungkook's sucked him off plenty of times since they started sleeping together as exes, but this is different.

While it's always been amazing before this feels like something more. So much more.

Yoongi combs his fingers into Jungkook's hair again, tugging harshly as Jungkook begins to bob his head.

It's a good thing Jungkook has a tight hold on his hips because Yoongi had no control over his body movements at the moment, much too lost in euphoria to think of anything beyond Jungkook's mouth around him.

Jungkook slides his hand that isn't holding Yoongi against the bed along his length, meeting his lips with every dip of his head.

Yoongi nearly screams when Jungkook pulls off suddenly.

He's panting with his lip bitten raw as he looks down at Jungkook with glossed over irises.

Still stroking Yoongi's length, Jungkook quips. "Can you reach the lube?"

Yoongi jumps into action at a surprising speed, unclenching his fingers from Jungkook's hair to scramble for his bedside table to retrieve the small bottle of lube.

He grabs the bottle, tossing it onto the bed before reaching back in for a condom.

When he feels a foil square, his fingers still.

With only seconds spared to think about the decision, he closes the drawer, his hand empty.

Jungkook is now leaned back on his haunches and had been watching Yoongi all along.

When he sees Yoongi's hand empty, he raises a questioning brow at him.

"I'm clean... and you're the only person I've been with," he swallows thickly, cheeks aflame.

Jungkook did go on a date tonight... for all Yoongi knows he's been dating. Maybe even sleeping with-

"I'm clean," Jungkook echoes. "And you're the only one I've been with too," he adds, his cheeks dusting pink as well.

They smile shyly, a gesture a bit out of place with the ever apparent arousal in the air between them as well as the renewed anticipation.

Jungkook reaches for the lube, pouring a generous amount on his fingers.

While he warms the liquid between his fingers and closes the bottle, Yoongi reaches for a pillow to prop his hips up.

Just as he's settled back into the bed, Jungkook situates himself back between his legs.

A hot mouth sinks over Yoongi's cock without warning and he jolts.

He moans, loud and shameless, not afraid to make noise, wanting to make sure Jungkook knows just how good he's making him feel as his lubed finger slides between his cheeks, the pad of the digit teasing his rim

He circles his hips on small motions, lifting his hips and wiggling his ass in anticipation.

Just as Jungkook's lips close around the head of his cock, his finger breaches the tight ring of muscle.

Yoongi keens, curses spilling over his lips as he continues to rotate his hips.

Jungkook sinks his finger into him at an agonizing pace and Yoongi groans, the sound pitching up an octave when Jungkook sinks the digit in further.

He moves his hips to meet the thrust of Jungkook's hand as he the younger begins to work him open while still sucking at the head of his cock.

Yoongi feels delirious, lost in the feeling of Jungkook's fingers and his mouth.

It's too much and not enough all at once.

He barely registered when Jungkook slides a second finger in beside the first.

His entire being sizzles as Yoongi trembles and shakes, whining and writhing with every swipe of Jungkook's tongue and drag of his fingers against his walls.

When three fingers press into him, Yoongi bows off the mattress with an otherworldly moan.

He cries out as Jungkook pulls off his cock with a pop, trailing kisses up his belly all while continuing to work his fingers into Yoongi.

Yoongi's knuckles are white with how tightly his hold is on his sheets.

Yoongi cries out, back arching when Jungkook deliberately brushes up against his prostate, feeling puffs of air against his sweaty skin as Jungkook chuckles in amusement.

He whimpers, eyes rolling back as Jungkook teases the swollen gland, massaging it with the pads of his fingers.

His dark eyes are glued on Yoongi's face as he fucks his hand into him, nearly drooling at the sight.

Watching Yoongi fall apart because of him is one of his very favorite things.

It's agonizing and maddening at times, but oh so rewarding for Yoongi when Jungkook sets his mind on dragging out Yoongi's pleasure like he has now.

The fingers are still thrusting and spreading inside of him, making sure he's well stretched and ready.

They haven't been as thorough as they are being now with the prep during their previous hookups, the process in general feeling a bit too intimate.

Yoongi would usually prep himself thoroughly before going out so he'd be ready when he saw Jungkook.

If he didn't than he tended to rush through it when they were in bed together, fingering himself open as quickly as possible before Jungkook would sink into him.

It was easier to deal with the burn of Jungkook's thick cock than with the terribly haunting look in Jungkook's eyes as he spread Yoongi apart on his fingers himself.

"So fucking pretty," he growls against Yoongi's sternum as he rests his forehead there, trying to catch his breath.

He slows the thrusting of his hand, avoiding Yoongi's prostate now, as he lifts his head again.

Moving up so he's face to face with Yoongi, he takes his lips in a sloppy kiss, heated and more teeth than a kiss should have, before sinking his teeth into Yoongi's bottom lip, eliciting an embarrassingly high pitched moan from him.

"God, look at you," Jungkook groans. "I love you so much my pretty baby."

Yoongi whimpers against his lips when Jungkook's hand is pulled away, his fingers being removed from inside of him.

"Ready for me?" Jungkook asks, breath fanning Yoongi's lips in hot puffs.

Yoongi shivers as his breath ghosts over his damp skin, a shock of cold that has him gasping.

"Need you," Yoongi rasps, nodding, "Want to feel you."

Yoongi licks his lips watching as Jungkook slicks himself up with more lube before pulling Jungkook back down and over him.

Their lips meet again, Jungkook settling himself between Yoongi's legs, bracing himself on one forearm as their tongues roll together.

Yoongi cups the back of Jungkook's neck, holding him close so he can trace the curve of his mouth with his tongue.

Jungkook uses his free hand to hitch one of Yoongi's thighs up and out to the side.

He then guides himself to Yoongi's entrance, teasing the eager hole with his tip before sinking in slowly.

Yoongi's fingers curl tighter around Jungkook's neck, tangling in the soft hair at the back of his neck, as Jungkook continues to push his hips forward.

Yoongi feels like he's about to burst, the feeling of fullness almost overwhelming, punching the air from his lungs as Jungkook slides deep, burying himself fully inside of Yoongi's body in one slow slide.

Their hips meet, the two of them panting into one another's mouths.

Jungkook gives him time to adjust, sliding his hand up to cup Yoongi's cheek.

Their lips meet once again, a rushed press and drag of tongues as Yoongi continues to stretch around Jungkook.

Without the latex barrier Yoongi can feel every ridge of Jungkook's cock inside of him.

His thoughts and feelings are reduced down to Jungkook. Nothing but Jungkook.

His hands, his lips, his chest against his own. Just Jungkook.

It feels so good. So fucking good and it all makes Yoongi want to cry. He's feeling so much.

He feels so overwhelmingly safe and loved and cared for. It's a lot.

His eyes sting and he squeezes them shut, whimpering soft and broken into Jungkook's mouth.

"I love you so much, Min Yoongi," Jungkook whispers, kissing Yoongi's closed eyes.

Yoongi whimpers again as another kiss, more firm this time, is placed on his lips as Jungkook begins to move.

He rolls his hips, pushing himself somehow deeper into Yoongi's body.

Yoongi's hole flutters, clenching with pleasure as Jungkook fucks into him, deep rolls and grinds, punching noises from deep in Yoongi's chest

His body is on fire, nerve endings bursting with electricity as Jungkook begins to fuck into him.

Their tongues move sloppily together, lips sliding and teeth clacking as they kiss.

"I love you, Kookie," Yoongi whispers, trying to push all of his emotion into it. "Always and forever."

Jungkook's hips stutter, cock pulsing inside Yoongi's body.

Yoongi isn't sure which of them moves first after that, but their lips meet again, desperate for each other as Jungkook pounds into him harder.

They grind and rock together, Yoongi rolling his hips to meet each of Jungkook's thrusts.

"Kookie," he whispers, "Kook-ah, fuck."

The coil of pleasure deep within him gets tighter and he knows it's about to snap.

"Ah! Fuck, baby, I'm close," he moans, eyes rolling back.

Jungkook reaches his hand between them, stroking Yoongi in time with his thrusts.

Yoongi comes with a gasp, a high moan tearing from his throat as his spills onto Jungkook's hand as well as his chest.

Jungkook's hips kick and stutter as he tumbled over the edge shortly after, filling Yoongi up with gasps of his name and I love yous as if it were a prayer.

Yoongi keens at the feeling of Jungkook twitching inside of him, biting down on Jungkook's lower lip as he continues to circle his hips and clench around him to draw out his orgasm.

They kiss through Jungkook's orgasm, Jungkook pulling his lip free of Yoongi's teeth to kiss him deeper, harder.

Their chests are heaving as they gasp between kisses, hearts thundering against their ribs as they hold each other close.

The kiss breaks slowly, turning into lazy pecks and drags of their lips until Jungkook pushes onto his hands.

Pulling apart is a slow, messy process. Yoongi's nose scrunches at the feeling of cum leaking out of him after Jungkook's pulled out.

"Kook-ah," he whimpers.

Yoongi blinks his eyes open, staring into Jungkook's glassy brown eyes.

Jungkook strokes his cheek, smiling shakily.

"I'll get a towel. Wait right here," he smiles back at him, dipping down for one last kiss before climbing off of Yoongi.

Once he's gone Yoongi stretches his arms, wincing at the stretch of his already aching muscles, before relaxing against the bed again.

The sounds of footsteps returning takes less than a minute and Yoongi smiles as soon as Jungkook steps through the bedroom door.

Yoongi doesn't look away like he usually would. He takes in the sight of Jungkook walking to the bed and kneeling beside him.

His chest is flushed and his hair is a mess. There's a thin layer of sweat glistening over his body and he looks gorgeous as he begins to clean Yoongi's stomach before moving lower.

"Why are you staring at me?" Jungkook teases, tossing the towel onto the floor with their clothes.

Yoongi smiles and shifts, kicking the blankets out of the way. He then pulls Jungkook back into bed, cuddling close.

"Cause I can," he grins, pulling the blankets over the two of them.

Jungkook hums, winding an arm around Yoongi's waist, pulling him closer beneath the blankets.

"I'm hot and you're beautiful."

"You're beautiful too, Kookie," Yoongi chuckles, tilting his head to see Jungkook more clearly.

"Thank you, baby," Jungkook says and they smile at each other for a moment, Yoongi tracing spirals and swirls on Jungkook's broad chest.

Slowly, Jungkook's smile slips away and he blinks at Yoongi, studying his face closely. "You really want to try again?"

"More than anything," Yoongi breathes, nothing but honesty in his words.

Jungkook's quiet for a moment but finally he nods, slipping his arm from around Yoongi's waist.

"I'll teach you how to love yourself, hyung," he grabs one of Yoongi's hands, linking their fingers together. "We'll start off slow. There's no need to rush. We have all the time in the world."

"That sounds perfect," Yoongi whispers, unable to stop the gummy grin stretching his lips. "Can we keep doing this though?"

Jungkook's nose scrunching as he grins back before leaning in to peck his lips. "Absolutely, but we'll go on dates too."

He kisses Yoongi again and pulls back, smiling. "How about I take you to brunch tomorrow?"

"Okay," Yoongi agrees, butterflies fluttering wildly in his stomach as Jungkook leans in, connecting their lips in a sweet kiss.

Yoongi knows they still have a lot to talk about, a lot of conversations to be had and misunderstandings to be straightened out.

But, for now, knowing that they will work together to make their relationship work– that they will put in the effort– makes him happy and hopeful. Even excited in some respects for what's to come.

It doesn't matter what happened before, all that matters is now. Now and their future going forward.

Their future together, so very much in love.

~ The End ~