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Yoongi's still in shock over their win by the time that Taehyung bounds over, sprinkling a handful of confetti over Yoongi's head and bouncing around him with a cheer of, "BTS! BTS! BTS!"
Yoongi turns to look at the younger with a dry look, bits of coloured paper invading his vision as Taehyung blows the rest directly into his face, but there's still amusement clear in Yoongi's eyes as he snorts and hits the other lightly in the chest.
"Damn kid," the elder murmurs in reply. "Don't you have your friends to be getting back to?"
"Ah, you are my friend, hyung!" Taehyung says brightly, nuzzling into the side of Yoongi's throat affectionately. "I'm just glad that we're all together again! It was kind of weird when Kookie presented and we had to go out as just six to let him get used to his new Alpha status, but now we're together—" he indicates towards Jimin, Hoseok and Jungkook all gyrating on the other side of the stage. "I just think everyone's gone a little wild."
"You not included, I see," Yoongi says sardonically and Taehyung just grins wide and boxy and crinkles his nose.
He throws his arms around Yoongi's shoulder and jostles him around only pulling away briefly to snag Jimin as he tries to sneak past too, and he pulls them both against him in a crushing hug.
"Oh, man. This is so cool.” He beams, "I have so much energy right now this is crazy!"
Jimin grins, eye smile on full display as Taehyung grins at him and squeals, "ah, cute!" Before letting out a yelp when Namjoon steps up behind them and flicks him on the back of the neck.
"Joon-hyung!" Taehyung beams, almost breaking Yoongi's nose with his elbow as he spins around and dashes after the Bangtan leader, and Yoongi rubs the back of his neck where Taehyung left a trace of his sweat on him; his scent soft but now obvious on Yoongi's skin.
"Yoongi-hyung!" Hoseok suddenly comes barrelling over to pull Yoongi into a tight embrace and grabbing at one of his hands to lead him into a type of ballroom dance. "I'm so happy right now," he grins his big sunshine-y grin, "I can't believe we've won, this is a momentous occasion, one for the record books— why do you smell so much like Taetae?"
Yoongi blinks and asks, "is it that obvious?" As he pulls away to sniff at his collar, and his brow crease together when Jimin and Hoseok both nod. He suddenly catches the scent of the other lingering in his pores.
It's not that it's an unpleasant smell— and actually, it's pretty nice, familiar— but it is unusual for him to smell anyone else on his skin in such a strong way, and so he just shrugs for now without another thought.
"If it bothers all of you, I'll just shower when I get home," he says nonchalantly. "Jin-hyung said he asked the shopping noona to get more scent-blocking wash the last time she went out, so there should still be some left at the dorm."
"It doesn't bother me," Hoseok says, winding an arm around Yoongi’s shoulders and turning him away from the masses of cheering fans in the audience, "but that's not really what I was worried about."
Yoongi arches a brow but follows Hoseok's lead— and once they stop moving, he follows Hoseok's line of sight and knows exactly what he means.
The huge camera that's circling the stage and projecting up onto the massive screen above their heads is lagging behind a few minutes and at the moment, the only thing that Yoongi (and presumably the entire auditorium) can see; is Taehyung with his arms around Yoongi's body, his nose pressed into Yoongi's throat, and Yoongi's wide, gummy grin as he tries to squirm out of the others grip.
The other thing that Yoongi notices is that Jungkook is standing just below the screen with his neck craned so he can look up and watch the whole thing with wide eyes until the camera switches away to show flashes of the fans, and Jungkook turns slowly and meets Yoongi's eyes with a frown, his tongue running over the inside of his cheek, face marred by drawn down brows.
He strides over, making his way through the crowd easily and not even stopping when a group of girls in the audience scream out, "Jeon Jungkook!" And only comes to a stop when he's in front of Yoongi and Hoseok and Jimin.
"Kookie!" Hoseok cheers, stepping away from Yoongi to dance in front of the maknae but Jungkook doesn't even look in his direction. He does step closer, though, and his nostrils flare, eyes darkening even more when he catches the scent of Taehyung on Yoongi's skin.
"Hyung," he growls.
Jimin steps between the two of them, smiling brightly.
"Let's do this after the show, huh?” He says pointedly, but he gives Jungkook a look that has the maknae backing down a little. Yoongi rubs unconsciously at his scent-gland and smiles when Jin comes over to dance with Hoseok and the two have an all-out dance battle that has the fans going crazy.
He smiles even wider when he feels a hand press either side of his waist and begin to sway him carefully in time with the music. He can feel the tension in Jungkook’s body as he tries to hold back from pinning Yoongi against the nearest surface and scenting him, and so he reaches for the younger’s wrist to give it a brief squeeze.
“All mine,” Jungkook murmurs against the back of his head, and Yoongi doesn’t even try to argue. He just lets himself be claimed.
Jungkook nuzzles his face into the side of Yoongi's neck, nose rubbing into his scent gland as his arms curve tighter around the elder. He breathes in deep, lips parting against porcelain skin, tongue peeking out to taste the salty sweat, and he groans as he feels Yoongi shiver under his touch.
"Down boy," Namjoon locks a hand on the back of Jungkook's neck as he walks past and pries him away, the maknae whining in protest. "We know it upset you that Tae got a little touchy earlier but I think even ARMYs in Antarctica can smell that he belongs to you now."
"Yes, mine," Jungkook agrees pressing closer again. "Hyung's all mine, no one else’s."
"Right, well, that's not possessive at all," Namjoon snorts, throwing himself down onto the sofa in their dorm next to Jimin and picking up a carton of Jjajangmyeon. Jungkook merely shrugs.
"Spoiled maknae-yah," Jimin teases, hiding his grin behind a bottle of water before taking a mouthful and going back to his own food.
Jungkook just remains silent once again.
He closes his eyes with a soft groan as he notices that his own scent is not only completely enveloping the other scents that linger on Yoongi's skin now that they’re home, but also starting to cover Yoongi's own, too. And he presses his lips to the fluttering pulse, slips his hand beneath the other's shirt carefully and rubs at a hipbone with the pads of his fingers.
Jimin giggles into his noodles.
"Oh, come on now," Jin walks into the front room from his bedroom, covering his nose with his sleeve as he spots the maknae curled possessively around Yoongi's lithe form. "JK, your scent is everywhere. What's going on in here?"
"Ah, Kookie just got a little jealous," Taehyung walks out of the kitchen eating a bowl of rice. He wiggles his eyebrows when all eyes fall on him and then sits down on Jimin's other side. “I remember when I first presented as a new Alpha, too. I went around scenting everyone for weeks. Good times, man, good times."
"Maybe this isn't the best time to talk about you being an Alpha," Jimin says pointedly, indicating to Jungkook's tightening grip. "Because it was you that got Kook all riled up in the first place and no, you presenting wasn't a good time, either. For anyone. Poor Hobi-hyung couldn’t get a date for ages because everyone thought he was taken.”
Taehyung just sends Jimin a bright, rectangular grin in response. Jimin rolls his eyes, reverently fond.
"I'm just kind of surprised that Yoongi-hyung is allowing all of this," Taehyung says, taking Jimin's noodles out of his hands and replacing it with his own bowl of rice. "He woke up just to kick my ass when I scented him whilst he was sleeping before."
"Yes, well, that's because you crawled into bed with him at almost four in the morning," Jin points out with a scoff, perching himself on the arm of the sofa beside Namjoon. "You were jumping all over the place, sniffing around, even I woke up when you tripped over my suitcase and knocked over that lamp."
"Yeah that woke me up, too," Namjoon snorts before he pauses, offers a sheepish smile around the room. "I mean, um... From my own bedroom, of course."
"Riiiiight," Taehyung leans around Jimin to wink exaggeratedly at the leader. "Because we're all still pretending that we don't know about you and Jin-hyung sneaking into each other's beds at night to cuddle. Cool."
"We do more than just cuddle, kid," Jin mutters with a shy smile.
Jimin chokes on his food, looks around at the group, scandalised.
“They do what?" He demands in shock, and Jungkook starts to snicker, the vibrations of his laughter waking his hyung.
Yoongi stretches out realising that not only does he seem to be the main focus of everyone but also that he has the maknae attached him like glue, and he yawns, rests his hand on the top of Jungkook's head and threads his fingers lightly into his hair.
"Why do I smell like a sexually frustrated twenty-year-old Alpha?" He grumbles.
Jungkook doesn't look the least bit ashamed when the others start to giggle.
"Jungkook-ah," Yoongi sighs, words slurring and lisp-y from his nap. "Seriously, maknae-yah, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," Jungkook preens at the term of endearment. "Just wanted to scent you, hyung."
"Hm," Yoongi doesn't look convinced but he doesn't say another word. Jin leans over the table to pass him a red-bean paste filled dumpling which he accepts gratefully and bites into with a hum.
"Where's Hobi?" He asks. Jimin offers a smile.
"He's in the shower," he answers, throwing a hand up as a shield as Taehyung almost sprays him with crumbs whilst he tries to answer at the same time. Yoongi merely nods, settling down more into the sofa and chewing at his dumpling.
Jungkook makes a noise of dissatisfaction as he watches the food dwindling down— even though he had eaten more than his fair share when it had all first arrived, and continued to do so for several more minutes until Yoongi had walked in and flopped himself down to sleep— but he’s even more reluctant to let go of the elder.
He presses his nose up into the curve of his hyung’s jaw instead and Yoongi makes a, "yah, kid," comment but feeds Jungkook the rest of his dumpling anyway, much to Jungkook's content and everyone else's disgust.
"You two should go to Kookie's room if you're going to do that," Hoseok snorts, walking out of the bathroom in just a pair of sweatpants and with a towel around his neck. "All these pheromones hanging about in the air— people are going to start getting horny whilst they eat."
"I already do," Jin winks at Namjoon. The leader hides a grin around his chopsticks as he makes heart-eyes at the eldest.
Yoongi purses his lips in disapproval but doesn't comment. He feels kind of hypocritical when he's allowing the maknae to feel him up in front of everyone and he’s allowing it. Damn the newly-presented Alpha and his possessive, persuasive ways. Ugh.
"Hobi-hyung's right," Jungkook uses his chin and lips to nudge the material of Yoongi's shirt out of the way, laves his tongue over the new skin of a pale shoulder as its revealed. "I've already had my dinner, I should be allowed my dessert now, right?"
Yoongi laughs outright, leaning back into the sofa as he giggles, "remind me never to leave you alone in Joon’s studio again," he says once he's recovered. "If you’re going to be picking up tips from porn, at least watch something better than the ones he downloads. I already have to hear enough food-related innuendoes from him and Jin-hyung."
"Hyung!" Jungkook pouts but Taehyung just nudges Jimin, distracting him from where he’s feeding Hoseok a spoonful of kimchi and rice and mutters, “is that a rolling pin in your apron pocket or are you just pleased to see me?” And the two collapse into giggles.
Jin squawks in outrage and sends the exasperated leader a dirty look. Hoseok rolls onto his back, kicking his legs up as he laughs.
Yoongi snakes his way a little more out of Jungkook's grip once he's finished his first dumpling and reaches for another. He sits back as he manages to grab one and breaks it in half before pushing one piece into his mouth, his cheeks puffing out cutely as he chews on it happily for almost a whole ten seconds before Jungkook can no longer handle himself, and he surges upwards to wrap a hand around the back of Yoongi’s neck and pulls him into a deep, (luckily) closed-mouth kiss.
Jungkook pulls away with a nip to the pouty bottom lip before the elder can hit him and sits back into the sofa with a smug grin. He still keeps his arm around the other even as Yoongi half-heartedly slaps him on the chest with the back of his hand, ears pink as he mutters, "brat," but still continues eating without a break.
Taehyung wrinkles his nose.
“Can't you wait until we leave before you have a peach of him?” He frowns. Yoongi scoffs, ducking his face to hide his laughter.
“That’s not even a good one,” he snickers before biting into the new half of his dumpling, unfazed.
“I can do better than that!” Taehyung pouts, taking it as a challenge. “Yoongi-hyung, if you were a fruit you would totally be a fine-apple.”
“That’s worse,” Namjoon clarifies with a laugh. Jimin giggles cutely as he nudges a pouting Taehyung with his elbow.
"Never mind, Taetae,” he consoles," maybe Yoongi-hyung just loves Kookie s'more than he loves you?" He grins.
"Eggs-actly," Hoseok beams broadly. "Perhaps he stole a pizza his heart?"
"There's nothing butter than some good, old sugakookie moments I always say," Jin joins in.
"See, hyung," Jungkook agrees. "Everyone thinks we make a good pear. We're one in a melon."
"You all make me sick," Yoongi says as everyone laughs. Yoongi just wrinkles his nose at them all, thoroughly unimpressed.
Silence reigns for a long few seconds and then Taehyung nods and mutters, “pho real,” and everyone laughs even harder at that, the only exception being Namjoon who makes a face like a man who’s seen too much of the world, and Yoongi, who is too busy wondering what made him want to continue being a part of Bangtan for so long.
“Wow,” The leader says, putting his chopsticks back into his half-empty container and slapping his hands down onto his thighs with a reverberating crack. "Well I don't know about the rest of you, but I've just lost my appetite."
“Ah, I agree,” Jin says once they’ve all calmed down a little, everyone slightly breathless from laughter. “You guys all talk so much crepe it’s unbelie-bubble… Tea.”
“Oh my God,” Namjoon drops his face into his hands as the snickers start up again, and Jin just reaches for Namjoon's discarded Jjajangmyeon with glee, taking a mouthful with an enthusiastic, "nom!"
"All that laughing made me hungry again," he explains to Namjoon’s arched eyebrow, chewing happily, cheeks bulging, and the rest of the group watch him fondly for a second before stretching out tiredly.
Jungkook just sits patiently as Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok all clean up a little, and wishes everyone goodnight as they all disappear into their respective bedrooms. Namjoon tugs Jin up by the wrist with a shake of his head and pulls the other away too, and Jungkook finally turns his head to accept another bite of the soft dumpling that Yoongi offers to him, purring deep in his chest when Yoongi sends him a smile.
"Hi," he murmurs, eyes drifting down to Yoongi's lips, and he just begins to move closer when the two are interrupted by Namjoon’s tired sigh of, "yes, you can bring the food," and Jin reappears again, gathering as many containers into his arms as he can, and backing away into his room with a bow.
Jungkook snorts, more at Yoongi's put upon sigh then anything and turns his attention back to the elder, rubbing his hand a little more brazenly over Yoongi’s hip now that they're alone, pushing his shirt up.
"You smell so good, hyung," he whispers affectionately, nose nudging against the elder's cheek in an attempt to get him to turn his way once he's finished the remainder of his dumpling. "Cherry, cherry sweet."
Yoongi just sends him a sideways glance, cheeks turning pink a little.
"I smell like you," he mutters in retort, but he turns his head properly this time to allow Jungkook to kiss him again, and they sink into the make-out with ease. Jungkook pulls Yoongi up to sit astride his lap, and he sucks and laps at those soft lips and that sweet tongue until Yoongi is mewling and winding his arms around the younger’s neck to pull him closer.
“Such a brat,” Yoongi murmurs, voice going breathy as Jungkook moves to his neck. “Scenting me whilst I sleep, marking me as yours; you’re such a possessive newly-presented Alpha, Kook-ah.”
“Your newly-presented alpha,” Jungkook growls in reply and Yoongi makes a soft noise in his throat.
Jungkook curls his hands beneath Yoongi’s thighs and grips his tiny hyung close before he stands up abruptly, and he smiles to himself when Yoongi gasps and his legs wrap around Jungkook’s hips instinctively, taking a few steps forwards to press Yoongi up against the wall beside his room door to kiss him thoroughly again before pulling away. “I wanted you before I presented and I want you even more now. I was so glad when you turned out to be an Omega because it meant that one day, I'd be able to absolutely ruin you once your heat came around. I've bean thinking about it for ages.”
“Ah, so childish,” Yoongi mutters playfully. Jungkook’s eyes narrow, growing half-lidded and dark and desperate.
Jungkook pushes open his bedroom door with his back and carries Yoongi inside. He kicks the door closed once in and takes Yoongi over to the bed, leaning over to lay him down onto the mattress and before he crawls up between his legs as Yoongi shuffles up to the pillows.
“So sexy,” Jungkook growls. “All for me, my hyung, so sexy, so pretty.”
“Enough sweet-talk, Kook-ah,” Yoongi pulls Jungkook down by the collar for another heart-stopping kiss, though Jungkook suspects that was more to hide the flushed look in his cheeks, the flattered expression on his face. “Anyone would think that what Tae said earlier was right.”
“What?” Jungkook asks, brows drawing down a little as he breaks away, “that you’re a fine-apple?”
Yoongi mentally face-palms and wonders if he should just kick the maknae out and go to sleep alone but then he sees the cheeky grin on the other’s face and he rolls his eyes, pushes lightly at Jungkook’s shoulder with his palm.
“I meant when he said that you were jealous of him," he says instead and Jungkook’s expression changes immediately, that bunny-like smile slipping away, his nostrils flaring again as though trying to detect a trace of Taehyung’s scent still lingering on his body.
"You don't belong to him," Jungkook points out, possessively. "He left his scent all over you and you don’t belong to him."
"Were you upset that he might ask me if I need help during my heat again?" Yoongi rakes his fingers through Jungkook's hair.
Jungkook growls so low in his throat that Yoongi can barely hear it, and only feels the vibrations in his chest.
“He had just presented at the time,” Jungkook says. “His hormones were all out of whack. I may not have been an Alpha myself at the time but I knew for sure that Tae would never be able to make you feel how I could; he’d never be able to make to make you rice with pleasure.”
“Ah, Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi murmurs with a sigh.
Jungkook leans back down to nudge kisses along Yoongi’s jaw and cheek, to peck lightly at his pretty little kiss-bruised mouth until those lips part and he's able to slip his tongue inside capturing Yoongi's tongue with his own and sucking it into his mouth.
Yoongi whimpers, body arching, hands sliding up into the maknae's hair. Jungkook sucks and kisses back hungrily as he presses his hips down into Yoongi's and groans in pleasure when the elder slides one hand down and massages over the back of his neck, the pads of his fingers stroking his scent-gland, easing the ache that had settled earlier in his chest.
Jungkook pulls away to tuck his head beneath Yoongi’s chin and suckle at a visible collarbone, and Yoongi continues to stroke his fingers over Jungkook's neck, purrs as he feels the maknae turning into putty beneath his hands.
“What do you want to do Kook-ah?”
Jungkook looks up, eyes dazed and heavy with arousal. He swallows hard as he sees those glittering cat-like eyes watching him, licks his lips, “what do I… What?”
Yoongi grins a little and lifts a hand to cup the maknae’s cheek, smooths his thumb over the scar that decorates the skin there. If Jungkook is so drunk on his scent and kisses now he can only imagine what he’ll be like when his actual heat comes next month.
Yoongi had never really been a fan of his heats— was pretty sure that no omega was, really—but now he has Jungkook available to help him, he can’t help but feel a little excited as he imagines all the things they could do.
Jungkook pulls back a little to get to work on stripping his hyung of his shirt, taking his time to kiss and lick over every inch of new skin as it's revealed, and teases the pink nubs of his nipples with the tip of his wet tongue gently.
Yoongi arches as Jungkook switches between them to draw them into his mouth with soft sucks, because even though his nipples aren’t particularly sensitive; the fact that Jungkook is sucking on them like he wants to draw milk from him is turning him on more than anything.
Jungkook lets his hands drift down to Yoongi’s sweatpants and he drops his head to nip at prominent hip-bones, pulls the grey material away and pauses once he eases them off. He grins as he looks back at his hyung and quirks an eyebrow, "is this my underwear?" He asks.
"I know for a fact that you're wearing mine, too," Yoongi quips back shoving a hand into the maknae’s hair and tugging playfully. "So you don't get to say a word, either."
Jungkook just smirks and shrugs.
"Your boxer-briefs are comfortable," he nuzzles against Yoongi's navel, plants wet, open-mouthed kisses down the neat line of dark hair that leads into said underwear. "And knowing that you've worn them too that just turns me on even more."
"I really don't know what to say to that," Yoongi presses his head back into the pillow with a laugh, but he locks his legs around Jungkook's waist as he looks at the younger fondly.
"You’re so cute," he murmurs voiced laced with affection. Jungkook flashes another bunny-like grin and slinks down even further; uses his nose to nudge up the leg of Yoongi’s (his) boxers even higher, and sucks a mark against the highest point on Yoongi's right thigh that he can reach. He pulls back when the elder begins to moan softly and writhe, and laves his tongue over the blossoming red bruise staining smooth flesh. He feels a heavy throb of arousal deep down in his gut.
“You're such a peach, hyung,” he purrs, “or well, you bruise like one, at least.”
"Jungkook-ah," Yoongi's words start to slur together more than usual now, his hands twisting in the maknae's hair and the bed sheets at the same time. "Come on, come on. Just because we have tomorrow off doesn't mean you can take forever tonight."
Jungkook snorts and nuzzling his nose into the crotch of Yoongi's shorts— he mouths his way around the hardness that he feels beneath the fabric. "It's called worshipping, hyung," he closes his mouth over the damp tip, breathes hot air that makes Yoongi arch with a soft cry. "I'm worshipping you."
"It's called teasing, maknae-yah," Yoongi corrects through gritted teeth, but his expression is still soft as he looks at the other lounging casually between his legs. "You're teasing me."
"And I love doing it berry much," Jungkook grins in reply. He slips his fingers beneath the elastic of Yoongi's underwear and pulls them down and off in one go, then he plants a kiss to where Yoongi’s leg meets his torso, nuzzles his nose into his stomach gently as he breathes in his scent.
Yoongi's breath hitches as Jungkook kisses up his dick and presses his lips against the weeping slit before pulling the flushed head into his mouth almost immediately. A whine escapes him as Jungkook begins to bob his head slightly; his soft, wet sucks gently drawing noises from Yoongi that he didn't know he could make, and he rolls his hips upwards and gasps as Jungkook curves his warm hand around his shaft and squeezes, coaxing more fluid out of him before lapping it away hungrily. Yoongi murmurs Jungkook’s name as he dies a little inside.
Jungkook presses closer until he can nudge Yoongi's thighs apart even more with his shoulders, and he reaches down to massage at the opening to his hyung’s body, breaths coming heavier as Yoongi writhes and leaks more of his own slick lubricant over the maknae’s fingers.
Jungkook draws away from Yoongi's dick so he can watch, mouthing at a glistening thigh and cleaning him up of his drops of fluid. He grinds his own hips down into the mattress at the sweet taste that rolls over his tongue.
"You’re so wet for me, so wet for your Alpha, so sweet,” he whispers. “Can I, hyung? Can I put my fingers inside of you?"
Yoongi nods and catches his bottom lip between his teeth as he feels his muscles give away to the push of Jungkook's first finger inside of him, and he looks down between his thighs as they quiver.
He feels a swell of adoration at the mixed look of concentration and arousal on Jungkook's face, and he pets his fingers through the others hair, Jungkook leaning up into him like a cat. Yoongi begins to tremble as Jungkook starts to stroke over his walls, massages him carefully, and even though it’s a little uncomfortable, a little painful— even with the all slick he's producing— he still can't stop himself from pushing down against it gently, turning his face into the pillow beneath his head and mewling out loud.
He lets out a shaky breath as the finger inside of him withdraws cautiously after a while, and he barely has time to pull in another breath before two are pressing inside of him instead. Yoongi presses his head back and stares up at the ceiling as he tries to recall how many times in his life he had nearly lost his mind, but he's sure, just thinking, that he’s never been so close as he is to it right now. He lets his brain blank as he welcomes the ecstasy.
"You're so tight, hyung," Jungkook says breathlessly, "I want to add another finger but I don't think there's mushroom."
Jungkook moves back to Yoongi's dick and rubs his tongue over the head again before Yoongi can say anything; and he worships the firm velvety flesh with such adoration and one-mindedness that Yoongi forgets about what just happened and begins to undulate beneath him instead, desperately trying to push himself entirely into Jungkook's mouth, but the maknae draws away again making Yoongi groan in frustration.
"I'm going to pass out," he pants, still feeling the squirming of Jungkook's fingers inside of him, brushing his prostate, teasing his insides, and Jungkook just grins, pulls his fingers out and leans back to strip himself naked.
Yoongi barely has time to admire the muscles and the strength and the good god he’s gorgeous before Jungkook grabs a pillow from the side, pushes it under Yoongi’s hips to elevate him a little more and grips at Yoongi's hips to tug him down the bed.
Yoongi looks down at the other again and feels a flush begin to burn his ears as he’s fully exposed now, but the maknae grins at him lasciviously, and smooths his big, warm hands over Yoongi’s goose-bumpy skin.
"Are you a watermelon, hyung?” Jungkook suddenly breathes roguishly, making Yoongi’s brows draw together in confusion before the maknae continues with a grin, “because I really want to split you open and eat you out."
Yoongi blinks at him blandly before he covers his face with his hands.
"Are you really still doing this right now?" He demands with a snort, but then Jungkook ducks his head, and Yoongi's mouth falls open; the feeling of a warm, wet tongue stroking over his entrance before easing slowly inside, flickering around rendering him speechless. Jungkook licks and laves, closes his lips over the opening and stabs his tongue inside, and Yoongi leaks and leaks and leaks around the appendage.
“You taste so good,” Jungkook whispers. “Like cola or something; you’re soda-licious.”
“I’m going to kill you,” Yoongi groans but then Jungkook is pressing his tongue back in again, sucking urgently at the slick trickling out of him and lifting his hands to spread Yoongi even wider, his tongue spearing even deeper as his thumbs hold him apart, and Yoongi can feel his knees trembling as he rocks down, and his muscles begin to tighten because he's getting closer.... And closer...
“Kook-ah,” Yoongi pants desperately, “Jungkook-ah, I can’t…Ngh... I can’t…”
Jungkook continues for a while longer, thrusting his tongue into the ring of muscle until his jaw aches, until he can feel Yoongi’s body beginning to tense up from his oncoming orgasm, and then he pulls away.
He presses kisses around Yoongi’s entrance to ease him back down from the edge, and licks over the opening once more before he eases two fingers back inside of him and he massages at the elder’s prostate again, his tongue peeking out to lick up the slick coating his lips and chin.
Yoongi shudders, reaches out to try and touch himself but Jungkook pulls Yoongi’s hand away and pins it against the bed with a growl. Yoongi jerks up with a cry of surprise, and his eyes brim with tears as he comes untouched, his body pulsing strand after strand of his warm seed out over his soft tummy. Jungkook watches silently, breaths harsh and eyes burning with need, and he waits for Yoongi to come down from his high before he surges upwards and forwards, capturing Yoongi’s mouth in a breath-stealing kiss.
Yoongi kisses back slackly— sleepy and sated, and he hums when Jungkook rocks against him, hips pushing forwards so that the hot, hard length of his dick leaves a smear of pre-come over Yoongi’s hip. The elder kisses back a little more enthusiastically as he realises Jungkook is close, and he dips his hand down, sliding it between his and Jungkook’s bodies, and grasps at the offending hardness as he breaks the kiss to watch Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut in pleasure.
He lets go briefly to reach down between his own legs and he collects some of his own slick before he grips Jungkook again and strokes his hand upwards firmly, and he leans forwards to nip at Jungkook’s lips carefully, purrs as he feels the maknae twitching in his palm.
Yoongi tilts his head as Jungkook kisses him again and he opens his mouth to the questing tongue that practically devours him. He can taste the remnants of his slick in Jungkook’s mouth this time, and even though it doesn’t really taste of anything much to him, the thought that Jungkook enjoys it turns him on immensely.
He jerks Jungkook harder; rubbing and squeezing carefully with his fingers, and Jungkook drops his head to rest against Yoongi’s chest with a grunt. The angle is a little awkward and Yoongi can feel his wrist twisting uncomfortably but the hot breath against his skin and the maknae’s soft broken cries more than make up for any discomfort he's feeling.
“Come on, baby Alpha,” he purrs, “come for your Omega. Give it all up to me.”
“Yes,” Jungkook shudders, pressing his nose into Yoongi’s throat.
“My Alpha,” Yoongi pants, “my maknae-yah.”
And Jungkook sobs when his body stills, his eyes squeezing closed and his teeth clenching in his jaw, and then suddenly he’s curling in on himself and he's coming; jerkily spilling ropes of creamy, white release all over Yoongi’s fingers and stomach. He grips the feather pillow beneath Yoongi’s head as the Omega eases him through it, and then he collapses against his hyung with a quiet shaky breath, drawing his bottom lip into his mouth in his exhaustion, melting with satiety.
Yoongi helps to manoeuvre Jungkook gently to the side to free his sticky hand, and then he brings it up to his mouth and licks at one finger, hiding his grin as Jungkook sleepily arches an eyebrow but watches him avidly. He continues to clean his hand with kitten-like laps, and then once he’s done; he reaches out to touch Jungkook’s jaw and kiss him lightly on the lips, his eyes smiling as much as his mouth.
“Hyung,” Jungkook says, voice raspy and dry and so overly-fond that Yoongi can’t help but preen. “You make miso happy. I'm nuts about you.”
Yoongi pauses for a moment feeling weak, exhausted, and covered in far too many bodily fluids for this and rolls away to stand up.
“No,” Jungkook moans with a laugh, scrambling up and pulling Yoongi back onto the bed. “Wait, hyung, I'm sorry. Please don’t leave. I still have to clean you up, we still have to cuddle!”
Yoongi debates the matter at hand for a while before he sighs.
He won’t ever admit it but being wrapped up in Jungkook’s arms is one of his favourite places to be and so he allows himself to be manhandled into a warm embrace. Jungkook presses a kiss to the back of his neck as he spoons him from behind, and he leans away for a few brief seconds before coming back with a handful of baby-wipes that he uses to wipe Yoongi down with.
“When you’re not so sleepy we’ll go and take a shower,” Jungkook mumbles even though he sounds drowsier than his hyung. “I’ll run you one of those bubble baths you like so much and we can relax in it together.”
"Sounds like a plan, Kook-ah," Yoongi says softly, pulling down a blanket from the headboard and laying it over them. He shuffles back again until his back is pressed against the younger's chest, then he laces his fingers through Jungkook's as the other's hand comes to rest on his stomach. He squeezes the maknae's hand affectionately and closes his eyes; tiredness consumes him, sleep pulling him away.
"And just so you know," he murmurs even quieter, his voice a deep rumble in his throat as he brings Jungkook's hand to his chest, presses it against his sternum. "Whenever I'm with you, my heart skips a beet."
Jungkook's quiet laugh and the press of lips to his nape are well worth the terrible pun, Yoongi thinks. He can only pray that Jin and Namjoon never hear about this. They would never let him live it down, and he can't say that he finds that thought very a-peeling.
Jungkook will pay when he wakes up.