Jungkook knew, Yoongi thought, the exact right buttons to push to get to him. He was the baby of the group, the one who was supposed to be innocent—he was likened to a bunny more often than not—but Yoongi knew how far from the truth that comparison really was. There was nothing soft or innocent or remotely rabbit-like about Jeon Jungkook. He was evil incarnate. Yoongi thought he might actually be some sort of incubus—but that was another story, and Yoongi was only a man. There was only so much teasing and enticement he could take before he broke down.
"Jungkook," Yoongi half-whined, half-scolded from the doorway to Jungkook's bedroom.
Jungkook had started with his overuse of "hyung" from the second they'd returned back to the dorm, and Yoongi knew what that meant. He'd learned quickly that when Jungkook was desperate to be touched, desperate to fuck, he started that shit, without fail. Yoongi had learned just as quickly that he was, pretty much every time, powerless to resist.
Except now, for some reason, Jungkook seemed to have abandoned his quest for sex and was ignoring Yoongi, his hyung to lean over the back of the couch, his chin resting on Taehyung's shoulder, as he played a game on his phone.
"Yeah, hyung?" Jungkook called, without looking over.
Yoongi scowled, feeling his toes curl as he tried to ignore the smirk he was certain he saw lifting the corner of Jungkook's mouth, even though his face was slightly turned away, watching whatever Taehyung was doing.
"Nothing," Yoongi said, because Tae had glanced over, looking past Jungkook at him, and he felt awfully exposed, like Taehyung knew why he'd called out to Jungkook in the first place when he was clearly occupied.
"Everything ok, Yoongi hyung?" Taehyung asked, leaning his head to the side just a little as Jungkook straightened himself up, his hands resting against the couch, back flexing just a little, pushing his ass out. Yoongi was going to scream.
"I'm fine," he said, leaving the doorway to Jungkook's bedroom and instead heading toward his own, perfectly content with ignoring him for the rest of the night, if that was how he wanted to play things.
It only took a couple of minutes, during which Yoongi changed out of his day clothes and into pajamas, before he heard soft footsteps padding down the hall, just outside of his room. He smirked, glancing up at the door just as the tentative knocks came.
"Jungkook? Is that you?" Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek to keep from snickering, like he was just so clever.
In lieu of answering, Jungkook asked another question. "Can I come in?"
"I suppose," Yoongi answered, trying to keep his tone indifferent. What did it matter if Jungkook entered the room?
The door cracked open and Jungkook peeked inside, only half of his face visible, his hair partly covering his eyes. Yoongi felt himself soften, just a little.
"Are you coming or not?" Yoongi asked, snippy, but he was smiling at Jungkook, who smirked back at him, slipping inside the room and closing the door behind him.
And then he just stood there.
Yoongi criss-crossed his legs beneath his bedsheets, trying to ignore Jungkook's presence, but it was nearly impossible.
"Hyung," Jungkook said again, his voice lower this time. Yoongi took a breath and held it. "Look at me, hyung."
Yoongi exhaled through his nose, turning to look at Jungkook, meeting his eyes. His face was angled down and he was wearing that same smirk as minutes before—his eyes in shadow made him look devilish, and Yoongi wanted him.
Neither of them was sure how this particular aspect of their relationship began, when Jungkook calling Yoongi "hyung" started to mean something else, something more. Yoongi supposed the how or when of it didn't matter, or even the why. All he knew was that Jungkook called him hyung and he could feel his blood boil in his veins, his stomach flip over itself, and—most importantly—the overwhelming urge to pin Jungkook down below him on his bed and show him the right way to respect his hyung.
That had happened, exactly once. Yoongi had gotten Jungkook alone and pressed him up against a wall, but it was when Yoongi realized that he had to lean up to kiss Jungkook that something was off—and the dynamic didn't seem to fit either. Yoongi was his hyung, was older by a few years, and yet he still found that what he desired most was for his junior to be the one pushing his back to the wall, palm flat against it beside his head as he leaned down to take Yoongi's mouth in a searing kiss that left him wanting more, and more, and more.
"Come here," Yoongi said, and Jungkook crossed the room in only a handful of steps, climbing right on top of Yoongi on his bed, straddling his legs, towering over him. Yoongi's heart fluttered in his chest as he angled his head back, looking up at Jungkook above him.
"Hyung," Jungkook nearly purred at him, and Yoongi's hands found their way to Jungkook's sides, pulling him forward as Yoongi slid down his bed, lying beneath Jungkook, their fronts flush together as Jungkook wasted absolutely no time in kissing him, his knees bracketing Yoongi's body as he ground their hips together, already. Yoongi was clay in the hands of this—this boy, this young man who could make him weak with just one syllable.
"Kook," Yoongi sighed against his lips, feeling them quirk up on one side again, Jungkook's smirk back on his face.
"Is hyung mad I kept him waiting?" Jungkook asked, and Yoongi's cock actually throbbed between his legs at the insolence mixed with the respectful title. He lifted his hips, Jungkook moving with him as he did, snaking his arm down between their hips, cupping Yoongi through his flannel pants. "Not too mad, I guess,” he said as he palmed Yoongi's hardening length, bowing his back again to kiss Yoongi, sucking his lower lip into his mouth before deepening the kiss.
Yoongi was pliant beneath Jungkook, moving with him easily, not bothering to try and play at still being put out when Jungkook was here now, with him, smirking down at him as he jerked Yoongi off through his pants.
“Jungkook,” Yoongi said, stern, though his actions betrayed his tone—he was rolling his hips up against Jungkook’s hand, his tongue flicking out to wet his upper lip. “Stop—stop teasing me.” He took a shuddering breath, not meaning his words in the slightest; he would be perfectly content with his first orgasm of the night resulting from rutting up against the heel of Jungkook’s palm. “You always d-do this,” Yoongi said. Jungkook nodded along with him, expression amused like he was just humoring him, falling into the role that Yoongi always liked him to play: bratty maknae. “Act your age.”
Jungkook snorted with laughter, pulling his hand away. Yoongi whimpered at the loss of contact. “Act my age, when you’re the one grinding against my hand like a horny teenager.” He tsked. “Hyung, I think you like when I act like this.”
Yoongi’s legs spread as Jungkook climbed off of him, looking down at Yoongi on the bed, his cheeks flushed, his hair already hanging in his eyes.
“So, do you?” Jungkook asked, clearly waiting for a response before he would touch Yoongi again.
“Brat,” Yoongi chided him, pushing himself to sit partially upright, lifting his chin to angle his head back, meeting Jungkook’s eyes. “Show some respect.”
“And how do you suggest I do that?” Jungkook countered, immediately, not missing a beat.
“Well, you think you’re so clever, don’t you? I’m sure you can think of something,” Yoongi said, tugging his t-shirt off, his hair even more mussed after he did. “Prove it. Impress your hyung.”
“Impress you, hyung?” Jungkook repeated, but Yoongi could tell he wasn’t trying to think of something. He already had a plan of action in mind, and Yoongi knew it would be something good. It always was. He almost felt like Jungkook could see his fluttering heartbeat now that he was shirtless.
Yoongi stared up at him, eyes wide, waiting for Jungkook to make his next move. He liked the subversion of power between them whenever they did this, whenever Jungkook took control and bossed his hyung around. It made Yoongi’s abdomen tighten up just thinking about it, and he felt his composure almost break when Jungkook opened his mouth to speak again.
“Hands and knees,” he ordered, jerking his chin toward Yoongi, who hurried to obey. He swallowed thickly when Jungkook tacked on a “hyung” as he first shifted himself, like he knew he was supposed to say it but had forgotten to give a fuck about being respectful.
Once he was on all fours, Yoongi turned to look back at Jungkook over his shoulder, watching as he moved back onto the bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip just a little. He didn’t bother teasing Yoongi any longer, though he did comment on it.
“Hyung doesn’t want me to tease him,” he said, feigning talking to himself, but projecting enough that Yoongi could hear him. “Hyung wants me to act my age and impress him.” He snickered. “Hyung has no idea what he asked for.” Yoongi’s fingers curled into fists in his bedsheets.
With no warning, Jungkook grabbed the waistband of Yoongi’s flannel, tugging it and his underwear down over his ass and releasing it, the elastic snapping against his thighs. Yoongi jumped a little, startling at the unexpected sting, but otherwise remained stationary.
“Aw,” Jungkook said, needing to comment. “Did I scare you, hyung? Sorry.” He let his fingertips graze over the dimples in Yoongi’s lower back, stroking him softly.
“No,” Yoongi answered the question, even though he didn’t have to. “Stop teasing, you immature little—”
He was cut off by Jungkook’s hand moving between his ass cheeks, dry fingers moving vertically over his hole, just brushing against it to give him some friction. “Oh, shit, my bad. You were in the middle of saying something,” Jungkook said. Yoongi’s cock—and heart—jumped. “What was that?”
“Nothing,” Yoongi said, knowing Jungkook had pulled his hand away so his chuckle would be audible, with no distractions on Yoongi’s part.
Yoongi turned to look at Jungkook as he slid off the bed again, bending down to open the bedside table drawer, rummaging around even though Yoongi knew that what he was looking for was tucked into the front, right corner. Jungkook was big on power moves, even when they were small, like this one. The longer he kept Yoongi waiting, the more points he racked up for himself. Yoongi really was going to need to teach him a lesson one day. Far in the future. Maybe after this shift in dynamics stopped really doing it for them.
Jungkook made a victorious noise after a moment, plucking the lube and a condom from the drawer, showing them to Yoongi like he’d just won a prize.
“We won’t need these just yet,” Jungkook said, climbing back onto the bed, but tucking the condom and lube next to Yoongi’s calf.
Yoongi licked his lip. His suspicion was all but confirmed when he felt both of Jungkook’s hands slip between his cheeks again, spreading him open and holding him that way, exposing his asshole. He was long past being embarrassed or shy—he hadn’t been for a long time—and was well on his way to impatient when Jungkook just...stopped. His hands were still on Yoongi, holding him open, but he wasn’t doing anything else. Yoongi’s thighs twitched.
“Jungkook,” he said, an edge to his voice. “What did I tell you about teasing me?”
Jungkook’s thumb swiped over his hole. Still dry. Yoongi held back his groan. Scolding him or asking him to continue wouldn’t work. Jungkook liked to turn that around on him, tell him that Yoongi acting like that made him seem like the desperate, inexperienced youth in the room. It made him smirk in the way that Yoongi loved to see.
“Not to,” Jungkook said, singsong. “I thought I could show you how restrained I can be, hyung. How I’m really not the impulsive, easy kid you think I am.” He paused, and Yoongi clenched up. He knew what was coming next. “Kind of seems like...you are, though,” he said. Yoongi held his breath. “Kind of seems like my cool, composed hyung is really just eager and greedy. Is that right, hyung? Do you just want to get fucked?”
This was the point, for Yoongi at least, when the lines started to blur, when he started thinking of himself as the obedient one, the one who followed commands and deferred to Jungkook, who was very much in charge now. Yoongi would submit to Jungkook because he was so good at making Yoongi feel used, and subservient, and still, somehow and most importantly, wanted.
“Yeah,” Yoongi breathed, nodding his head and letting himself sink into those feelings. “Yes, Jungkook—Jungkook,” he gasped out, feeling Jungkook’s thumb against his hole again, “fuck me.”
“Yes, hyung,” Jungkook said, and the word went straight to Yoongi’s core, filling his body with warmth and longing, knowing that right then, it meant nothing, that Jungkook was saying it without meaning it, to appease Yoongi and give him some semblance of power when he had given it all up. Yoongi had nothing but what Jungkook was going to give him.
There were a few, stretched out moments when Yoongi honestly thought Jungkook was going to keep him waiting even longer, but then his mouth was on Yoongi, tongue working against his hole, wetting his skin as he hummed softly. Yoongi pressed back against Jungkook's face, taking a shuddering breath as Jungkook let his tongue undulate against his entrance. Yoongi could tell his arms would fail him before long, but even so, he clenched his fists into his bedsheets, spreading his knees further apart as Jungkook made a noise behind him that sounded suspiciously smug.
Yoongi tried to speak several times, but each time he opened his mouth, Jungkook would press his tongue flat against his hole and lick a hard stripe up, the tip of the muscle pushing against Yoongi's hole, trying to move inside of him but clearly willing to take his time and assert the power Yoongi had given him, to push Yoongi further into the mentality that he and Jungkook both loved for him to drop into. He brought his hands up to the side of Yoongi's hips, gripping him tight as he buried his face in Yoongi's ass, his tongue finally dipping into him.
"Ah," Yoongi sighed, his elbows finally buckling—he lowered himself, his shoulder resting against the front of the bed, his cheek laying on the cool pillow.
Jungkook's fingers dug into Yoongi's hips, pulling his cheeks apart, holding him open as he sucked at his rim, saliva dripping down to Yoongi's balls, down Jungkook's chin.
"You taste so fucking good, Yoongi," Jungkook said, leaving off the honorific on purpose, testing the waters. When Yoongi didn't react, didn't say anything, Jungkook continued what he was doing, his mouth on Yoongi again, tongue fucking into his hole. Yoongi groaned and flexed his hips, presenting his ass even better to Jungkook. He could feel himself loosening a little, gradually, around Jungkook's tongue, but he knew he would want something more substantial before too much more time passed. His cock was hard between his legs and he wanted to touch himself, but he should—he should ask first—
Yoongi swallowed, his mouth dry, and pushed himself up to rest on his elbows again. Jungkook pulled away from him, looking over Yoongi's back, their eyes meeting over his shoulder as Yoongi craned his neck.
Yoongi whispered the word, and Jungkook felt his heart supernova.
"Yoongi-yah," he replied, nodding.
"Fuck me, hyung," Yoongi said, holding Jungkook's gaze as he let out a short-lived whine.
Jungkook used Yoongi's hips as leverage, pushing himself upright and wiping the spit-slick lower half of his face with the back of his hand before reaching for the lube he'd put down earlier. He left one hand on Yoongi, though—both of them liked to keep as much contact as possible when Yoongi got into this particular headspace; Jungkook was supposed to be the one in charge, in control, and he needed to reassure Yoongi that he wouldn't go overboard.
"Just a little longer, ok?" Jungkook asked, his hand splayed out on Yoongi's back, rubbing it a little as Yoongi nodded. "I need to prep you."
Yoongi nodded again, listening for the click that told him Jungkook had opened the bottle. He gasped softly as Jungkook's fingers moved over him—he'd taken the time to warm the lube between his fingers, and Yoongi sighed as he moved the first one inside of him, curling it almost immediately to try and find his prostate. Yoongi hummed when he was close and inhaled sharply, loudly, when Jungkook's fingertip nudged it.
"That it?" Jungkook asked, rubbing his finger against it now, as Yoongi practically mewled underneath his touch.
"Yeah," he said, voice low, his mouth still dry from his heavy breathing. "Hyung—hyung, more—"
Jungkook licked his lip, moving his free hand to the Yoongi's hip, letting it slide upward just a little to rest partially on his side. He nudged Yoongi's prostate one final time before pulling his finger out, but only for a brief moment, then angling two against Yoongi, gently working both into him, taking time to stretch him, even though Yoongi was below him, begging Jungkook for more.
Their positions hadn't switched at all, nor had the power exchange from when Jungkook had first entered the room, but Yoongi was sinking into his own role, letting himself drift into the lower status as though he were the maknae of their group instead. Jungkook didn't think he enjoyed it in the same way that Yoongi did, but he didn't mind—he was just happy to give Yoongi what he wanted and to let him get as much as he could out of it.
"Yoongi-yah," Jungkook said, and no matter how often they did this, no matter how many times Yoongi explained that was that he wanted Jungkook to call him when he was in this headspace, it still felt strange coming out of his mouth.
"Yes?" Yoongi asked, eyes closed as Jungkook fucked him with two fingers, parting them each time he pulled out, letting his hole open further around them each time he did so.
"Just wanted to..." Jungkook huffed a laugh, because he was being silly—but he couldn't help but want to make sure that Yoongi was still with him, throughout all of this, until the Yoongi he knew, his hyung, resurfaced. "You're still good?"
"I'm good, hyung," Yoongi breathed out, squeezing down on Jungkook's fingers as he slid them back inside of him, the lube slicking them well. "Keep—I want you to fuck me, keep going."
Jungkook smirked—no matter what, Yoongi was impatient. "I will, Yoongi-yah."
He pulled his fingers out, though, ignoring Yoongi's plantive whining for Jungkook to put them back, and squeezed a bit more lube onto his fingers, coating three with it this time. He positioned them at Yoongi's hole, using gentle pressure until he opened for Jungkook and they all moved inside of him. Yoongi panted out a moan, turning his face to muffle his mouth in the bed.
"Almost ready," Jungkook said, offhand, and Yoongi moaned again, his chest burning with desire as his thighs burned just from holding his position for so long. He liked it, though—he was being good for his hyung (the thought alone made him smile, hiding his face against his bedsheets) and it meant he was going to get what he wanted, what they both wanted—it was only a matter of time.
"Hyung," Yoongi whined after Jungkook's fingers slid into him repeatedly with no resistance. "I'm ready." Jungkook was amazed at how petulant Yoongi managed to sound, every single time.
"Patience," he said, but it didn't matter—he pulled his fingers out, meaning Yoongi knew what was coming. He started his whining anew, repeating "hyung, please" like it was a mantra, the only way to get Jungkook to move on.
Part of it, at least for Jungkook—though Yoongi would probably agree—was the fact that Yoongi was almost entirely naked, while Jungkook was still wearing all of his clothing. It was just another aspect of the shift in power between them, but it worked. He moved back, away from Yoongi, and tapped the side of his thigh. Yoongi took the hint—he rolled over onto his back and, with another look from Jungkook and a flick of his finger, Yoongi kicked his flannel pants and underwear off, letting them fall to the floor beside his bed. Jungkook smirked as he watched Yoongi’s eyes rove over his still-covered body as he undressed.
By the time Yoongi had stripped his clothing off, Jungkook had unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pushing them down just a little around his hips, enough that he could expose himself and the tops of his thighs, but not much else.
Yoongi's lips parted as he watched Jungkook pick up the condom he'd dropped on the bed earlier and tear the wrapper before rolling it onto his dick. He puckered his lips a little as he did so, the way he always did when he was trying to concentrate on something, then poured a dollop of lube into his cupped palm. Yoongi watched as Jungkook's breath apparently caught in his throat as he stroked himself. He was hard—but it almost seemed like Jungkook hadn't realized how into this he was because he'd been so preoccupied with making sure Yoongi was satisfied (but most importantly, present).
"Hyung," Yoongi tried again, opening his legs for Jungkook to move back in between them, digging his heels into the bed as he lifted his ass up just a little, his stiff cock resting against the front of his hip.
The smirk reappeared on Jungkook's face as he leaned over Yoongi, his hands on either side of his slender shoulders. "Are you ready for hyung, Yoongi-yah?" Jungkook asked, holding Yoongi's gaze. He nodded up at Jungkook, who searched his face for any sort of doubt or uncertainty before he leaned back, just a little. He reached down his front, holding his cock between his fingers and thumb, and then lined the head up with Yoongi's hole, waiting to take him in. Yoongi sighed below him, moving one hand down his body to take hold of his cock.
"Yoongi-yah," Jungkook said—Yoongi opened eyes that he hadn't even consciously let slip shut, and met Jungkook's disapproving eyes. "Did hyung say you could touch yourself?"
"Nn," Yoongi intoned, not wanting to answer—he'd been caught, after all.
"Ask hyung nicely," Jungkook said, leaning into Yoongi, the head of his cock pushing against his rim, the tip moving inside of him.
"Hyung," Yoongi said, voice low and eager. "Can I touch myself?"
Jungkook didn't answer right away—Yoongi's hand was still curled around his cock anyway, so he focused on what he was doing for the time being, his answer still forthcoming. He rolled his hips slowly, wanting to tease Yoongi because he could, now, without any complaint from the other—or at least, not a complaint that he would actually listen to.
"Hyung," Yoongi whimpered, but his tone was edging on irritation.
Again, Jungkook didn't reply, waiting until he was fully seated inside of Yoongi before opening his mouth. "Go ahead," he said, finally, and before he'd even finished the words, Yoongi's fist was moving over himself. "Want to feel you come around me."
Yoongi's body shuddered as he squeezed down on Jungkook's cock, pumping in and out of his ass with each thrust and retraction of Jungkook's hips. He was closer than he'd realized—but then, Jungkook's tongue felt incredible between his legs, so warm and wet that it was impossible for him not to be worked up from it—and then his deft fingers, working into him and stretching him open just so he could take his hyung's cock—
"Fuck," Yoongi swore, his voice a touch louder than he wanted. Jungkook was still moving into him, but he'd lowered himself so their fronts were nearly flush, his hips snapping forward in short movements as his lips explored Yoongi's neck and the underside of his jaw.
"Where'd you go just now?" Jungkook whispered, his lips tickling Yoongi's chin. "You good?"
"Thinking about you," Yoongi said, his knuckles moving against Jungkook's front as he jerked himself off, his t-shirt riding up from Yoongi’s repetitive motion. "How good you feel, hyung, how—" His words were cut off by Jungkook's lips on his own, kissing him. Yoongi melted into the kiss, arching up into Jungkook, trying to meet his every thrust with a thrust of his own.
Jungkook moaned quietly into Yoongi's mouth—he was tight around him, the friction giving him everything he needed and then some, but even so, he knew Yoongi would come long before he did. Beneath him, Yoongi was bucking his hips up into Jungkook's, his body moving erratically as he stroked himself faster. He was close—he could tell, they both could tell—and Jungkook fucked into him harder, his last few thrusts causing moans to fall from Yoongi's lips as his body finally tensed and then released, shooting white lines of semen over his front and Jungkook’s shirt. Jungkook fucked him through it, his lips sucking a mark onto Yoongi's collarbone, until Yoongi gasped and moved his hands to Jungkook's hips, trying to still him.
"Hyung, I—" he swallowed, shaking his head. "Too much."
Jungkook nuzzled the crook where Yoongi's neck met his shoulder, then pulled out, flinching a little as his dick went from tight, wet heat to cold bedroom air. Yoongi watched him, then sat up gingerly, his eyes wide, bangs half-covering them.
"You didn't finish," he said, and Jungkook shook his head, his own hair falling into his eyes as well. "Can I?" Yoongi asked, shifting himself sideways so he could move back onto his knees, his hands resting on Jungkook’s thighs, trying to push them open.
“Yeah,” Jungkook said, leaning back and accommodating Yoongi, letting him move between his legs, leaning over him as he tugged the condom off. He stroked Jungkook’s cock just a little before he lowered his face, lips parted to take the head in, sucking it right away. A small groan punched out of Jungkook’s chest as Yoongi’s tongue moved against his length, moving further onto him, until the head brushed against the back of his throat.
Yoongi’s hands were flat against Jungkook’s thighs as he bobbed his head, fucking his mouth onto Jungkook, whose hands were tangled in his dark hair, strands poking out from between his fingers as he tightened his grip, holding onto him more than guiding him. Yoongi was moaning as he sucked Jungkook, wet, messy, saliva coating the heated skin of the cock in his mouth and dripping from the corners of Yoongi’s lips.
“Are you gonna swallow for me, Yoongi-yah?” Jungkook asked, his voice tight as his leg twitched a little from how well Yoongi was doing. Yoongi hummed to the affirmative, flicking his eyes up to meet Jungkook’s to try and convey that yes, he very much was going to swallow for his hyung.
Lowering one hand from Yoongi’s hair to cup his face, Jungkook closed his eyes, leaning his head back as Yoongi pulled off of him, then sank back onto him over and over, Jungkook’s cock slipping nearly into his throat every time. Yoongi was the one teasing now—that wasn’t lost on either of them—and Jungkook let his hand curl around Yoongi’s shoulder and squeezed it as the warning that he was about to come.
Yoongi pulled off halfway when Jungkook’s hips snapped upward, back into Yoongi’s mouth, filling it with come—which leaked out of his mouth just a little, rolling back down Jungkook’s length as he swallowed the rest, taking a deep breath after he pulled off.
Jungkook waited until Yoongi was clear of him, then let himself fall back flat on the bed, wanting to catch his breath for a moment before he tended to Yoongi, who had crawled to lay beside him, curling up on himself. He was affectionate, but wasn’t too keen on cuddling, which suited Jungkook just fine. He would need to get up from the bed to help Yoongi come back down from where he was.
“Hyung,” Yoongi said, looking over at Jungkook, whose chest was still heaving a little. Jungkook stroked Yoongi’s hair back off his forehead before he rolled off the bed to pick up Yoongi’s flannel pants, stepping out of his jeans.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, tugging the pajama pants on just so he could slip to the bathroom and grab a washcloth to clean Yoongi up. He was gone for a minute, tops, before he was slipping back into the room, kneeling beside the bed. He was still wearing his t-shirt, and Yoongi smirked at him. Jungkook smirked back—he was returning to his usual state, it seemed, albeit slowly, because he closed his eyes and allowed Jungkook to wipe his face clean, making sure to clear away all the excess saliva and come that had stained his chin.
Yoongi hummed quietly as Jungkook cleaned his front off too, then further down between his legs, taking care to leave no lube on his thighs or between his cheeks.
“How’s that feel, Yoongi-yah?” Jungkook asked absently.
Yoongi’s eyes snapped open, fixing on Jungkook with laser-like precision. “Yoongi-yah?” he repeated, and Jungkook gulped in a way that might have been actually audible.
“Hyung,” he corrected himself. Yoongi was almost entirely back to normal, apparently.
“Damn right,” Yoongi said, tugging on Jungkook’s shirt. “Lay with your hyung, Jungkookie.”
Jungkook tugged his shirt off first, dropping the dirty garment to the floor, then laid down facing Yoongi. “How was it?” he asked.
Yoongi sighed and closed his eyes again, reaching behind himself to pull the bedcovers over his bare body. “It was good,” he said, and Jungkook’s expression softened. That was all he wanted, really.
“I’m glad, hyung,” he said, and this time, they both knew it was genuine. No attempt at snark, no power play—just genuine affection from a maknae to his hyung.