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Jungkook pulls away from the kiss as Hoseok licks into his mouth a final time, nipping his lower lip and giving his ass a final squeeze as Hoseok pulls out, and rolls onto the bed next to him. Jungkook sits up, walks slowly to the camera, still tingling a bit from his climax, his thighs still slick from the lube and Hoseok’s cum. He turns off the record button and flops back down on the bed.

Hoseok is wiping himself off with the towel, pulling a bottle of water from the fridge and drinking it quick, his throat pulsing in a way that’s always driven Jungkook mad. He always enjoys his and Hoseok’s collaborations: the sex is good which makes for good content, Hoseok is funny beforehand, the foreplay easy, but also, he’s quiet post-sex which Jungkook likes. His head gets fuzzy when someone like Hoseok fucks him the way someone like Hoseok fucks, all deep thrusts and low whispers, nipping his ear while whispering the dirtiest little questions: like that, Kookie? Like my hard cock tearing your sweet ass apart? Moan good for me, baby. Wait for me before you cum, alright?

Jungkook watches the film back on the small screen, feels a shiver as he watches their entangled bodies move: Hoseok’s smirk as Jungkook fucks into his hand, Hoseok thrusting into Jungkook’s ass, pinning his hands up against the headboard as Jungkook mewls, Hoseok’s moans following soon thereafter. “Which bit do you think we should upload on Twitter?”

Hoseok walks over to join him, leaning his head against Jungkook’s shoulder. “I like that part--but make sure not to include the climax. People pay good money for shootin’ a little load. We can put the blowjob up on mine--I know everyone who follows me fixates on your mouth, something about your smile--and then the wall-fucking on yours. Maybe we can do some snippets of the 69 in between? Just to entice them.”

Jungkook nods. “Sounds good. The last one we did got really good stats.”

Hoseok grins. “I know. How do you think I bought my new camera waist sling? Super light, looks kinda like lingerie, and of course: the crucial angle, the disappearing salami.”

Jungkook laughs. “That’s some good salami.”

“You gonna do the collab with Yoongi? Everyone’s been asking for it,” Hoseok says, holding his phone up to show Jungkook a couple of the comments on Jungkook’s last video--a rimming collab with jinnie_peach playfully entitled EatJin--which were various permutations of asking him to please, please, please do a collab with sweetest_suga.

 

Can you just imagine?? The hottest subs just kind of grinding on each other? Goddamn, they’d be so noisy

Ok but kookie would be like ‘please, please ride me’ and sweetest_suga would be like ‘please let me have it please’

Holy crap if they collab i would nut...like, repeatedly, everywhere

Pls suga aka agustDICKwould make him mewl

I envy hobi_fuck. He did them both like lots of times

Why is everyone talking about him and sweetest_suga when our boy jinnie_peach is working the hell out of that pink hole pls appreciate

 

Jungkook grins. “It’s weird, you know? People always tell us to collab but the thing is, I don’t know him? We know a lot of the same people, I know his real name which is more I can say for half the people I’ve met in, well, our industry, but we’ve never been introduced. So what am I supposed to say? Hey, people are saying we should collab? Who are we like, Kendrick and Rihanna? Is this a hit me up situation?”

“No, it’s a hit me, baby, situation,” Hoseok says, grinning.

“Please stop.”

“When I collabbed with him, all I said was hey, you give great head, I really admire your work, and the rest was history--”

“--yeah but that’s because you don’t have any shame.”

Hoseok laughs, claps Jungkook on the shoulder before leaning in to hug him. “That turned out well for us , right? I mean look at us now. If I hadn’t messaged you asking about the brand of cock ring you used, none of this would be possible. Watch some of his vids, leave a comment. It shouldn’t be too hard. If he says yes, he says yes, if it’s weird, it’s weird. Whatever--at this point, everyone is so excited, even I’ll be watching with some lube and a goddamn pillow if or when it goes up. Hehe goes up. See what I did there?”

Jungkook snorts, throwing one of the clean towels at Hoseok. “You wanna shower together or--?”



Jungkook sits on his couch two nights later with his earphones on, looking at his phone on which sweetest_suga’s Twitter account is open. He clicks the latest video: a collab, of course, with Hoseok--a shameless plugger, in more ways than one, apparently--where they are laid out on the bed, spooning, Hoseok edging a writhing Yoongi until he starts to moan, his voice deep and gravelly, all midnight drive, long drag as Hoseok’s hand worked, signature potty mouth nipping at Yoongi’s ear, foot tracing the pale inseam of his thigh. Fuck. Jungkook is half-hard.

He clicks on the next video, this time, a solo vid ofYoongi sitting on his sofa with a sheet mask on, jerking off with a fleshlight while wearing nothing but a bathrobe, while watching another video off-screen. Goddamn, he’s talking to himself. Jungkook’s eyes are wide as Yoongi throws his head back and moans, reaching off-cam and coming back with a dildo that he brings up into himself as he brings the fleshlight down. He goes like that until the couch is sweat-soaked, squeaking beneath him, his hair matted to his forehead, and then he allows his voice to get a little bit louder: fuck me, please--oh god, I’m so needy. Have mercy, please someone--I need a cock in me.

Jungkook’s cock throbs in his boxers. He sighs, pushes the waistband down his hips and pulls his cock out, stroking lightly, barely touching himself as he moves onto the next video. It’s a collaboration with someone Jungkook figures he’ll have to check out later, someone called Cock_Monster--he’s long, this guy, easily taller than Yoongi who, in the video, lays pliant in his arms, wearing only the tiniest shorts, his erection flush against the fabric. Fuck . Jungkook tightens his hold on his cock, slowly running his palm closer against the tip which starts to leak pre-cum. In the video, Cock_Monster and Yoongi kiss messily, Cock_Monster’s big hands running all over Yoongi’s smaller body--Jungkook waits for something , some kind of touching: a hand-job, a blow-job, anything, but they just kiss and touch, Cock_Monster riling Yoongi up, drawing circles on the dip of his pelvis, running a hand over his cock but never lingering, Yoongi’s hips bucking, the sound he makes at the back of his throat all crackle, raspy. Jungkook starts to mimic his movements, thrusting up into his own hands, really, more listening than watching now as he strokes himself closer, harder, increasing the pressure and drag, going as slow as he can, drawing it out until he can’t any longer and cums hot, thick into his own hand. He leans over, braces himself against the coffee table. His phone falls from his free hand, earphones pulled out of his ears, curling into a heap on the floor. Fuck, okay. Fuck. I need to fuck this guy. The comment he leaves is a little more polite than anything Hoseok would write.

Hey, I keep hearing people want us to collaborate. I love your videos. Please let me know if you’re interested.

Please, Jungkook thinks, wiping himself off with found leftover take-out tissues. Please be interested.




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Yoongi sits up in bed, not quite able to believe his eyes, refreshes his Inbox twice, thrice before thrashing on the bed with excitement. He’s wanted to work with kookie_bttm97 for ages , both of them knowing the same people, making videos with the same people, but never being introduced properly--there weren’t exactly mixers for this kind of thing. He flops over on his belly and goes to kookie_bttm97’s page. Jungkook, he corrects himself. Hoseok had told him that his real name was Jungkook but liked to be called Kookie. How fucking cute is that. The prettiest sub in the world, in Yoongi’s opinion. Yoongi hopes that he tops too, though because Yoongi doesn’t like doing it very much--although there had been that one time with Hoseok but even then, they hadn’t used the material because it was too weird for both of them, full of giggling as Yoongi slipped into Hoseok, who was suddenly ticklish. He supposes they could use dildos or whatever but Yoongi is definitely, as Hoseok is always saying, hoping to sample the salami.

Yoongi clicks on the first video at the top of Jungkook’s feed. His latest one is a collaboration with a guy named tae_kitbaby. The other guy is all beautiful, burnished skin, beautiful, wide mouth, big hands, long fingers. In the video, Jungkook whimpers as he rides tae_kitbaby, struggling to keep form as tae_kitbaby jerks him off slowly with one hand, the other reaching up to slip two fingers into Jungkook’s mouth. Goddamn. It’s too early. Yoongi feels his cock rise, pressing up against the mattress. He swallows. tae_kitbaby proceeds to reach over and pull up a vibrator from where it’s resting on the bed. The next time that Jungkook moans, tae_kitbaby brings the vibrator flush with Jungkook’s cock, bringing it down with pressure against the throbbing, glistening head. Jungkook mewls, crying out as he spurts hot, thick cream onto tae_kitbaby, himself, the vibrator. Good boy,  tae_kitbaby is saying. Good, good boy. Don’t stop riding me, Kookie. Jungkook lets out a breathless moan but keeps going until the vibrator drops out of tae_kitbaby’s hand and he fucks into Jungkook fast, holding him down and kissing his torso as he cums inside him, pulsing like a body of water in turmoil. Oh, baby. Oh, you’re so damn delicious, baby.

Yoongi pushes his hips against the bed. Great. Now he’s horny. He thinks for a moment of pausing, of getting some lube, his toys from the other room, but he’s still lazy from sleep, and the next video starts playing and he can’t take his eyes off of Jungkook. Yoongi rocks slowly, taking in the flushed skin, the strong jaw, the pretty eyes.

The next video is with someone that Yoongi has worked with before--dom_chiminey, Jimin, the contemporary arts dancer. In the video, Jungkook is tied up, sitting up against the bed rest, his muscles straining against the black ropes. Jimin giggles a little has he plays with Jungkook’s slick, erect cock, and Jungkook lets out a breathless moan, writhing as he tries and fails to chase Jimin’s hand. Fuck. Yoongi grinds slowly on the mattress, feeling his own cock leak precum onto his belly. Please, please, Jungkook is begging on screen. Do you deserve my sweet hole, baby? Jimin’s soft voice mingled with Jungkook’s desperate whining makes Yoongi go rock-solid. And when Jungkook speaks next, Yoongi reaches for a pillow, slips it between his thighs and starts to hump. Please ride me, hyung. Oh, hyung-- Jimin grins, straddling Jungkook, making a good show of teasing Jungkook before lowering himself onto his cock and riding him mercilessly, body undulating as he goes. So he does top. His hands are tense on Jungkook’s shoulders. Jungkook’s eyebrows are furrowed, mouth slack as he does his best to lift his lips, leaning over to lick Jimin’s nipples, stroke his cock in frenzied, frantic strokes. It cuts off right as Jungkook says the magic words that goad Jimin on ( I’m gonna cum, hyung ), and leans back, head hitting the headboard, throat bared, trembling with pleasure.

Yoongi’s imagination can take it from there. He grunts, both hands busy, braced against the bed now as he rubs himself against the pillow. Oh, the things he could do to Jungkook: he imagines sucking him off, the view from below, looking up at Jungkook’s eyelashes, he imagines Jungkook rimming him, pretty lips flush against his hole, he imagines himself straddling Jungkook, bringing himself down on him hard as Jungkook holds him by the hips and fucks into him, pleading hyung, hyung, hyung-- Yoongi cums in his boxers, whole body tensing up against the bed before he goes slack, sated.

Breathing heavy, still not quite clear in the head, Yoongi reaches for his phone. His hands are shaky as he types.

Hey, yeah I’m a huge fan of your work. Let’s make it happen. What’s ur sched like? What do u have in mind?

Yoongi’s breath catches in his throat as he sees the three little circles at the bottom of the screen bouncing to indicate Jungkook is typing.

I’m free for the next two weeks. Uhm. I’m down for most things to be honest. But I really enjoy your blowjob work--I know it’s your specialty--so definitely that. I’m pretty good at edging and so are you so we could do that. Um. How about u? Anything in mind?

Yoongi wonders how to say what he wants to say politely before deciding there isn’t one.

Can I ride your cock? I know we’re both subs but topping is difficult for me. Also, you could rim me beforehand. I could bring some really cute plugs and toys and we could experiment. Oh and you should call me hyung, line 97.

Yoongi bites his nails nervously as the little dots blink, bounce.

HAHA Wow, you’re so direct. It’s kinda hot. Yeah sure, you can ride me. Whatever feels good. It would be a pleasure to rim you. This is going to sound weird, hyung, but I should bring cock rings because, well, you know--insurance.

Yoongi grins.

Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. I watched your collab with tae_kitbaby and chim and got off. Really fast. Too fast for comfort.

The reply is quick.

Yeah??? OMG did you like it? Fuck I’m so flattered. I got off to you too last night. Hope that’s not weird. OMG thank u for replying.

Yoongi grins, a shiver running up his spine at the thought of Jungkook getting off to him.

So. Friday? I work from home so I can get the room in advance and let’s meet there then split the costs after. I bring condoms, u bring lube? We can do multi-cam.

Sounds like a plan.

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Jungkook is taken aback by how rugged Yoongi is off-cam--since they’d last spoken, he had watched almost all of his videos and he’d expected what he’d seen: someone with a soft, sultry voice, tender skin, soft in the way that he moves. Instead, when he rings the bell of the hotel room, he gets well, not sweetest_suga but Yoongi, clad in all-black, silver earrings in his ears, drinking an iced coffee.

“Hey,” Yoongi says. His voice is deep but firm, strong. It makes Jungkook shiver a little to think of the contradiction, the subby bunny hiding under all of that black, all of that oomph. “You want coffee? I’ve set up my cams, you can go and do yours. Do you like eating before or after? Whenever I have Hoseok over, he just talks so damn much I basically just leave the food out for him.”

Jungkook grins. “Yeah? Usually, Hoseok-hyung brings me food--but you’re right. I eat most of it because he talks so much.”

“So…? Food? Before? After?”

“After, definitely. The coffee doesn’t make you bloat? I try not to drink coffee beforehand because I think it makes my face look swollen.”

Yoongi shrugs. “I’d fall asleep.”

“Oh.” Jungkook grins and sets down his equipment, starts to set up too.

Yoongi watches him from where he’s perched cross-legged on the sofa. Jungkook is an incredible specimen of a man, he can’t help but think. Yes, he looked good on-camera too but didn’t do him justice: there’s something about him in person, a golden kind of light that just didn’t show through in the videos. His frame is broad but toned, slender, somehow: Yoongi can tell it’s mostly strength, not just a billion whey protein shakes. His eyes are really pretty, all long lashes, and sad somehow--or no, not sad, pleading, asking for something. He watches him move, setting up his tripod and adjusting the angles. Yoongi watches him fumble with the camera, the zoom.

“That’s a really good camera.”

Jungkook smiles at him. “I know. I use it for other things too.”

“You like photography?”

Jungkook nods. “That’s how I met Taehyung--not sure if you follow him but he’s tae_kitbaby on Twitter. We both signed up for the photography club and he accidentally saw one of my undeleted videos and he was like holy shit, me too--and I was like fuck okay that’s great, let’s do something together. It was great. He’s great.”

Yoongi thinks he’s cute when he babbles. “Cool. I was a photography major in college.”

“Oh yeah? Then why--”

“--remember I said I work from home? Yeah, I go on trips once a month and a magazine publishes my pieces.”

“That’s amazing,” Jungkook says, setting the box of condoms and two cock rings down on the nightstand next to Yoongi’s toys, the bottle of lube. He smiles a little: vibrators, butt-plugs fashioned to look like kitties, bunnies’ tails. “Bunnies are my favorite animals, by the way.”

Yoongi grins. “I bought it because you remind me of one.”

Their eyes meet.

Jungkook swallows. Yoongi grins, puts his iced Americano down on the table, and hits record on every camera that he passes, including Jungkook’s.

“Shall we, then?”

 

It all feels incredibly natural--they start by making out. Yoongi straddles Jungkook, sitting on the edge of the bed, smiles a full smile at him before leaning down to kiss him slowly. Jungkook is caught off-guard, the smile lighting up his face, almost making him look like a different person. His mouth is slightly open as Yoongi’s mouth finds his, sucking slowly on his lower lip before circling his tongue. Jungkook opens his mouth wider, welcomes the taste of coffee and sugar on Yoongi’s tongue.

Yoongi sighs into the kiss as Jungkook brings his arms around Yoongi’s waist, slowly untucking his shirt from his jeans. Jungkook squeezes Yoongi’s ass as Yoongi pulls away from the kiss to leave a trail of wet kisses along Jungkook’s ear, his neck, his collarbones. He rubs Jungkook’s nipples through the fabric of his shirt--he’d noticed from the videos that that was his weak point--and Jungkook’s breath hitches, the slightest sound escaping from his lips. Jungkook, in turn, lets his hands wander down Yoongi’s back, over the curve of his thighs, his hips, between his legs where his palm hits the slightest hint of an erection. Yoongi leans down to mouth at Jungkook’s nipples through his shirt and Jungkook releases Yoongi, reeling with feeling as he arches his back.

“Let’s take it easy,” Yoongi whispers in his ear, his voice like the midnight moon spilling across a pool of water. A shiver runs through Jungkook as they pull away, breathless. With that, Yoongi gets up to grab the lube and the cock rings from the bedside table. Jungkook starts to take off his clothes. He’s kept it simple, which Yoongi finds incredibly attractive: black boxer-briefs, David Beckham style. Yoongi follows suit, his clothes falling off of him into a black puddle on the floor.

This time, they lay side by side, kissing messily, slow, the breath hot, the kisses wet. Yoongi slips a leg between Jungkook’s thighs and starts to grind slowly. Jungkook pulls him closer, breathless already, his cock creating a tent in his briefs as Yoongi rubs his nipples again. Jungkook starts to palm Yoongi, using the fabric of his boxers and his pre-cum to make the glide smooth.Yoongi moans, his voice like a bell breaking, baritone but wanting, ringing with desire.

“Please let me suck you off,” Yoongi says gently.

Jungkook nods, finds enough lucidness to respond. “Please. Please--”

With that Yoongi peels down Jungkook’s underwear and throws them off to the side. He starts from Jungkook’s neck, kisses the small mole that he finds there, licking at the hollow of his throat, circling Jungkook’s nipples with his tongue, letting their cocks rub flush against each other before moving lower, sucking softly on the soft skin over Jungkook’s ribs, kissing the hollow of his hips before slowly kissing his now-fully hard cock from the base to the shaft to the tip, lingering there and spreading Jungkook’s pre-cum with his tongue. Jungkook writhes, whining, raising his lips tentatively.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Yoongi says softly. “Please let hyung take care of you.”

“Please, hyung--” Jungkook sighs, leaning up, bracing himself on his elbows to see Yoongi as he takes his cock into his mouth, lips plush around it. “--oh fuck.”

Yoongi massages the head with his tongue before using it to flick along the underside as he bobs his head, taking Jungkook deep. Jungkook mewls, desperate not just for more or for release but to pleasure Yoongi as well. Yoongi makes sure he is well out of reach. Jungkook doesn’t know what to do with his hands so he leans back, starts to rub his own nipples. Yoongi keeps Jungkook tight, close, letting his cock pulse against the back of his throat while rubbing soft figure-eights onto the insides of Jungkook’s thighs with his fingertips. Jungkook mewls under him, trying to thrust, to reach, but to no avail.

“Hyung--not yet, please. I don’t want to cum yet.”

With that Yoongi grins, lets off, kisses Jungkook’s thighs. “You’re so hot, baby. My bunny. Would you please get hyung ready for you?”

Jungkook nods and pulls Yoongi in for another kiss, this time hungry from the beginning, all tongue and teeth, sucking, licking, nipping. With that, he pushes Yoongi gently down onto the bed so that Yoongi’s hands are flush with the mattress, his ass in the air. Jungkook reaches for the buttplugs, carries them toward Yoongi. Yoongi watches with wide, eager, eyes as Jungkook lubes himself up first and slips the bunny plug inside him, breath hitching as it takes. And then he smiles at Yoongi as he tosses the kitty plug beside him. Jungkook takes his still-slick fingers and circles Yoongi’s hole slowly, almost pushing in but not quite doing it. When Yoongi gasps, Jungkook reaches between his legs to stroke his cock slow. Yoongi whines, shaking his ass in the air.

“Please let hyung be your kitty, Kookie.”

Jungkook kisses the base of Yoongi’s spine before parting his cheeks and leaning in, his tongue circling Yoongi’s hole, flickering against the pink pucker, going in deeper as it flutters around him. Yoongi mewls, reaching one hand up to stroke himself slowly. With that Jungkook slips a finger in, nipping at the flesh of Yoongi’s cheeks softly as he goes, slowly at first and then faster, Yoongi’s moans growing faster, sharper, his voice giving into the want for friction, for touch. Jungkook feels the swell of Yoongi’s prostate and actively avoids it, only touching the soft flesh around it, making Yoongi go wild, trying to thrash, to maneuver his hips so that Jungkook’s fingers find their mark.

“Don’t worry, hyung,” Jungkook says softly, pulling his fingers out and leaning back into lick, to let his lips come plush against Yoongi’s hole. “Your baby bunny will help you with that later.”

With that, he slowly takes a generous helping of the lube, slathers it onto Yoongi’s cock, his hole, and slips the kitty butt plug in. Yoongi lets out a sharp cry. “Fuck, Kookie. Fuck. You make me feel so good.”

Jungkook smiles at that, lubing himself up and sliding his cock ring on before flipping Yoongi over and attending to him, kissing the soft flesh of his belly, teasing his cock with his tongue until it’s fully hard, and then slipping the other cock ring on.

He lays back down, between Yoongi’s legs, and kisses him. Yoongi bites Jungkook’s lip, tracing the plump flesh with his tongue. Yoongi takes Jungkook’s cock in his hands and strokes softly, enjoying the way that Jungkook moans hyung, hyung, hyung, please over and over again. Jungkook’s own rough hands find Yoongi’s cock, starting to pump him too, keeping his thumb rolling over Yoongi’s slit in a way that drives him crazy. He finds himself moaning to the rhythm, moaning baby bunny, my baby bunny into Jungkook’s open mouth.

When they can’t take it any longer, Jungkook gripping Yoongi’s hips so hard his knuckles turn white, Yoongi almost crying against Jungkook’s chest for want of release, Yoongi pushes Jungkook down onto the bed. Jungkook looks up at him with wide, wide eyes, and Yoongi feels something inside him unlock: he doesn’t really want anything else but to make Jungkook feel good, he wants to give his body up as a means to that end. Jungkook watches Yoongi watching him: takes in the small o-shape his mouth forms, the way that his cheeks curve, the way his eyes blink like a deer caught in the headlights. He wants Yoongi to find friction and release, ease and struggle with him. Jungkook watches as Yoongi lubes him up, opens a condom, slips it on Jungkook’s now-throbbing cock, before unplugging himself. He hovers above Jungkook for a while, hands on Jungkook’s chest, squeezing his nipples between two fingers.

“Please, hyung,” Jungkook begs, trying to raise his hips. “Please ride me.”

Yoongi quivers. “Please, Kookie--please put it inside me--”

Jungkook is trembling from the suspense as they meet halfway, both of them mewling, crying out as Jungkook’s cock finally slips into Yoongi’s hole. They grasp at each other, Yoongi riding slow but sure, close, taking Jungkook deep. Jungkook cries out from how good it feels: how hot and slick, warm and safe, electric, like he’s going to die. His cock is pulsing from the ring, he knows orgasm won’t come easy.

Slowly, he reaches up to play with Yoongi’s cock, pulsing red now, from the blood building thanks to the cock ring. He thrusts into Yoongi, feeling for the swell of his prostate and hitting it as he uses both hands, slick, to stroke Yoongi’s cock. Jungkook moans as Yoongi leans back, hips forward, riding Jungkook like his life depends on it. Yoongi is sputtering nonsense now, eyes half-closed as Jungkook hits his prostate again and again, uses his palms to play with the head of Yoongi’s cock.

“Kookie--Kookie--”

“Suga-hyung--Suga-hyung I want to fill you up--please--may I fill you up with my cum?”

Yoongi nods. “Yes, bunny, baby. Can hyung cum on you? Would that make you feel nice?

Jungkook mewls, the image of being covered in Yoongi’s cum making the hairs on the back of his arms stand up. “Yes, my kitty hyung, my pretty kitty hyung--please cum on your bunny--”

With that Yoongi thrusts harder, Jungkook matching him and palming him relentlessly until the lube gathers, makes a slick noise against Jungkook’s palms. Yoongi pulls off his cock ring and the release lets his orgasm rip--he cums hot, white, thick over Jungkook: his torso, his chest, his chin, a droplet finding Jungkook’s lower lip. Yoongi is breathless, weak in the knees. Jungkook sees this and pulls him in tight, close to his chest, kissing Yoongi between the brows. “Ready for me, hyungie?”

Yoongi speaks soft, barely a sigh. “Yes, baby. Shoot your load into me, baby.”

With that, Jungkook fucks into Yoongi with all of the strength that he’s got, strong legs, hips thrusting, everytime getting closer and closer to his climax. His voice mingles with Yoongi’s--Yoongi crying from the overstimulation, tears streaming down his cheeks, and Jungkook reduced to sighs and tender hands, looking for somewhere to kiss and finding Yoongi’s open mouth, Yoongi’s nose, the shell of his ear. Finally, not even the cock ring can keep his orgasm at bay and Jungkook lets out the loudest, highest, most broken cry as he climaxes inside Yoongi, his whole body shuddering from pent-up pleasure. Yoongi recovers enough to wrap his arms around him, stroking his shoulder, easing him into and out of his orgasm.

“It’s okay, baby bunny. Hyung’s here.”

He kisses Jungkook slow, pulling himself off of him to afford him ease, release. Slowly, he climbs off Jungkook and removes the condom, the cock ring, the bunny plug, before going to get one of the hot towels he’s prepared to help and clean Jungkook up. When he comes back from the bathroom, Jungkook is sitting up, a goofy smile on his face.

Yoongi returns the smile as he cleans both of them up. “Good?”

Jungkook is breathless when he responds. “The best.”

“Mmm.” Yoongi tosses the towels off to the side before plopping down beside Jungkook. “Same.”

They pause and for a moment, they both know what is on the other’s mind: they want to snuggle, want to be held. Wordlessly, Yoongi settles himself with his back plush against the wall as Jungkook curls into him with his back against Yoongi’s chest. Yoongi wraps his arms around Jungkook and they stay that way for a while, enjoying the embrace, until the rumbling of Jungkook's stomach breaks the silence.

“You hungry, Kookie?”

“Fucking starving.”

“Do you like lamb skewers?”

Jungkook turns to Yoongi, grinning. “Fuck yeah.”