Yoongi slides his hand around to the back of Jungkook's neck, pulling him back down to him.

Their lips meet again, moving gently together and he can feel Jungkook smile against his lips.

"I'm not going to fuck you like we've been doing. I want us to take our time. I want to make you feel every ounce of love I have for you from your head to your toes," Jungkook whispers, breath fanning over Yoongi's lips.

Yoongi nods, reaching again for the bottom of Jungkook's shirt, tugging at it.

They sit up and strip each other slowly, fingers caressing everything patch of uncovered skin, kissing and nipping at the flesh as well.

Goosebumps pebble across Yoongi's skin when the cold air hits his naked form and he can feel his skin flushing, darkening his chest and heating his cheeks.

"You're so pretty, baby," Jungkook murmers against the skin of Yoongi's collarbone as he cages Yoongi beneath him.

"I've wanted to tell you that for months," he whispers between the pressing of his lips. "How pretty and handsome and hot you are. I wanted to tell you so badly. Now I finally can."

Yoongi shivers as Jungkook's fingertips dance across his ribcage, arching into the touch, nails digging and scraping across Jungkook's back.

"Kookie," he whimpers, grinding his hips up so they meet Jungkook's.

"What is it baby? Tell me what you want," Jungkook purrs against his neck, peppering kisses as he works his way up towards Yoongi's jaw.

Yoongi moans, loud and unabashed when Jungkook rolls his hips so Yoongi feels his hard cock against his.

"F-fuck," Yoongi throws his head back. "Kookie, please. Please touch me."

Jungkook's lowers himself more, pressing his chest to Yoongi's as he rolls his hips again, groaning deep in his chest at the delicious friction.

Thumb stroking Yoongi's jaw, Jungkook captures his lips again, licking into Yoongi's mouth with purposeful, languid curls of his tongue.

They haven't kissed like this in what feels like forever, everything being rushed and desperate when they've been together.

This kiss holds so much more depth. More intention and emotion.

Yoongi feels like he's discovering Jungkook all over again.

The expanse of his skin, the curve of his lips, the taste of his mouth.

It's all so dizzying and perfect. So perfect.

Jungkook breaks the kiss, pressing up on his hands. He smiles, something fond with a hint of deviousness as he leans on one arm and strokes Yoongi's cheek with his other.

Yoongi smiles back, mesmerized by Jungkook's flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Especially at the tenderness in his eyes.

His eyes burn again, tears threatening and Jungkook seems to notice, ducking down again to kiss him, soft and gentle.

"I love you, baby," he coos. Dipping again, he presses his lips to Yoongi's jaw, mouthing along the skin to his throat.

Yoongi leans his head away to offer more space for Jungkook to mark.

Jungkook hums contently against his skin, trailing kisses up to Yoongi's ear where he nibbles at his earlobe.

A shiver runs through him as Jungkook rolls the lobe between his teeth before sucking it between his lips.

Shifting, Jungkook slides further down the bed between Yoongi's legs until he's level with his chest.

Yoongi arches almost painfully when Jungkook's teeth nip at the skin just above his nipple. A barely there sting, instantly soothed with a swipe of Jungkook's tongue over the bruise.

Yoongi keens at the sensation, fingers wrapped around Jungkook's biceps in a vice-grip.

Jungkook's mouth moves across his chest, leaving open mouthed kisses in a trail to Yoongi's skin until he reaches his other nipple.

His tongue flicks out, curling around the already peaked bud, and Yoongi hisses, sucking in a breath through his teeth and bringing his hands to Jungkook's hair.

Yoongi's always been sensitive and Jungkook knows just where to touch, kiss and lap at his skin. Just what to do to have Yoongi gasping and whimpering– unraveling– beneath him.

Jungkook's taking advantage of it now, all the knowledge he's gathered over their time spent together as he licks and sucks his way to the other side of Yoongi's chest.

Jungkook hums again in appreciation as Yoongi's fingers pull on his hair, the older writhing beneath him, getting overwhelmed at the feeling of Jungkook's tongue working over him.

Again, this is so different from the usual rushed, intense nights they've been spending together.

Jungkook is in no rush tonight and neither is Yoongi.

By the time Jungkook starts moving lower, Yoongi's chest is covered in pink and purple bruises which are blooming beautifully.

Yoongi is panting, toes curling against his sheets as his body vibrates involuntarily.

His hands are still buried in Jungkook's hair, tangled in the the soft strands as Jungkook's tongue and lips slides along his skin.

Lower and lower the younger goes, the tip of his tongue following the dip of Yoongi's stomach before circling Yoongi's navel lightly.

Always such a tease.

Yoongi's eyes flutter closed, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

It's been far too long since someone's touched Yoongi so tenderly.

(Since before he and Jungkook broke up.)

Touched him as if he were made of the most delicate glass that could shatter if mishandled in any way.

Jungkook is touching him like he is the most precious thing in the world. Like he can't believe this is really happening either.

Jungkook moves lower where he peppers kisses over the jut of Yoongi's hips.

He's being careful to avoid Yoongi's painfully hard cock and Yoongi thinks he's about to go insane.

Yoongi whimpers when he feels Jungkook's breath ghost over the head of his cock, cooling the pre-cum that's gathered at the tip.

Yoongi shutters.

"So needy," Jungkook chuckles breathlessly and Yoongi moans unabashed when he meets Jungkook's hungry stare, throwing his head back.

Instead of giving Yoongi what he knows he wants, Jungkook slides his hands down his thighs, nudging them a bit wider as he presses kisses along the meaty flesh.

Jungkook's mouth has always been sinful. He knows what his soft lips and that skillful tongue of his do to Yoongi.

Yoongi's seeing stars already and Jungkook hasn't even done anything yet. Hasn't even touched him. Not where he wants him to most anyway.

Yoongi's cock is heavy where it twitches against his hip, flushed red and steadily leaking.

It tenses with every squeeze of Jungkook's hands, drag of his lips and every flick of his tongue on the burning flesh of his legs.

Jungkook's always liked to mark him up.

Even while they were broken up, Yoongi would wake up more often than not covered in bruises.

Tonight, he's making them visible though when they are usually only left where Yoongi's clothes will cover them.

The ones on his neck and his collarbones, those won't be so easily covered. Not that Yoongi will want to hide them.

He wants everyone to know he's claimed. That he's Jungkook's.

"Kookie," Yoongi whines, toes curling as Jungkook's hands drag up and down his smooth legs.

Jungkook hums, mouth pressed to Yoongi's thigh, centimeters from his cock.

"Baby, please." Yoongi doesn't want to beg, but he can't help it.

His skin is burning, vibrating with anticipation and he's desperate for more.

"Please touch me."

Jungkook chuckles darkly, breath fanning over Yoongi's skin. "I have been touching you, love."

"Bunny, don't tease," Yoongi whines, thighs drawing together, caging Jungkook in.

Jungkook presses another kiss to his skin and then grins up at him, bright and satisfied, meeting Yoongi's eye.

"Okay pretty baby."