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Jungkook bit his lip as he stared at himself in the mirror. His nerves were completely on fire from a mixture of excitement and nervousness as Yoongi wrapped his lips around the makanes ear lob, catching his earring between his teeth and tugging slightly.
“Come on, I know you’ll love it,” Yoongi breathed into the younger's ear.
His voice sent shivers down Jungkook's spine. “Hyung, I don’t really know…” He let his eyelids flutter closed.
Yoongi had managed to pull Jungkook away from his stylists and into a secluded room at the venue they were about to perform at. Yoongi was only half dressed, which caused Jungkook's mind to wander elsewhere as his hyung proceeded to raise goosebumps across his skin with just his lips.
Before he knew what was happening, his pants were around his knees and Yoongi’s fingers were inside him, working him slowly.
“Hyung,” He moaned a little too loudly, trying to turn around. Yoongi quickly pushed the makane against the table under the mirror, cornering him and sucking on his neck.
Jungkook grabbed either side of the table with his hands, losing his will to argue. The sweet sensation of Yoongi’s wet fingers sliding in and out, scissoring, and working him coupled with his lips and tongue circling the sensitive skin along his neck caused his mind to become numb.
“See babyboy, your already trembling,” Yoongi’s voice was calm and unwavering, which always irritated Jungkook when they were together. Yoongi always knew how to make a complete and utter mess of him and the older never seemed to be phased by anything.
Indeed he was trembling. He could feel his legs wavering under him, but he managed to gather whatever strength he had left to keep himself standing.
Suddenly, Yoongi’s fingers slipped out of him, causing the younger to whine in protest.
Before any reply could come, a knock sounded at the door, “Suga? Are you in here?” Jin’s muffled voice came from the other side.
“Yeah, be out in a minute!” Yoongi called from behind Jungkook.
Jungkook opened his mouth to reply but a hand was quickly cupped over it and he felt something much bigger and wetter than Yoongi’s fingers penetrate him from behind.
Jungkook groaned into Yoongi’s hand, feeling all of his senses completely evaporate for a few brief seconds.
Yoongi removed his hands and yanked Jungkook’s pants back up to his waist, spinning the younger around. Jungkook looked into Yoongi’s face through lidded eyes as his mind came down from it’s sudden ecstasy, completely and utterly speechless as his hyung stood in front of him, smirking.
Yoongi bit his lip as he connected his lips with his, pushing him into the table slightly. Jungkooks backside barked in a mixture of pain and pleasure. When they pulled away, Yoongi began to walk towards the door.
“Hyung-” He tried to speak as he fixed his pants, but he was cut off by Yoongi spinning around and holding a finger to his lips.
Jungkook couldn’t help but wonder if that was one of the fingers that had just been inside of him a second ago.
Yoongi suddenly disappeared out of the room, leaving a messy and disoriented Jungkook in his wake.
Jungkook was in the midst of spacing out when Namjoon came bursting into the room, yelling that they were minutes from going out on stage. He grabbed the makane’s wrist and began to pull him towards the stage’s entrance, ignoring his protests.
When they arrived, Jungkook assessed all of his Hyungs. They all stood around in their first outfit of the night. Jimin and Tae were off fooling around with the choreography while J-Hope was practicing his lines with Jin. The makane suddenly locked eyes with Yoongi, who wore a sly smirk plastered across his gorgeous face.
Jungkook could feel the sweat beading around hais hairline as Yoongi reached into his pockets and began to whistle out of tune. He found it impossible to swallow the ball that was gathering in his throat.
Before he knew it, the crew was pushing them towards the stage and their positions. The lights went out, the crowd began to scream, and suddenly his mind was completely empty. All that existed was the stage, his hyungs, and his ARMYS.
The opening to the concert went well. Jungkook managed to his every move, every note, even with the foreign pressure pressing against his sweet spot. Occasionally, he would catch small gasps escaping his lips every time he moved a certain way, causing the object in his ass to brush against his spot. The feeling set his nerves completely on fire, and he was thankful that he was able to control his facial expressions relatively well, or his hyungs would start suspecting something.
After their third song, the lights cut for a second as everyone gathered towards the front of the stage for the welcome when the object suddenly began to move .
His eyes widened as he felt his knees grow weak beneath him. He moved his mouth from his microphone as soon as he felt his moan enter his throat and exit his mouth.
“Kook?” He heard a ragged voice say behind him.
Jungkook swallowed hard as he turned around, trying his best not to make any noises at the sudden movement, and locked his eyes with the source of the voice.
Min Yoongi stood there with a half concerned and half satisfied facial expressions, “Are you okay?”
This is part of the game , he thought to himself. He wants to see if I’ll break.
“Fine,” he managed to squeak out. “Just fine,” He managed to smile at his hyung as he straightened his posture and began to walk towards the front of the stage.
Jungkook wasn’t sure how this show would play out exactly, but he wasn’t about to disappoint his ARMYs.
During the welcome portion of the concert, he stayed relatively quiet, trying to adjust to the vibration inside of him. He would catch Yoongi staring at him from time to time, wanting to see any signs of a crack. He wasn’t going to let him.
As they moved into their next song and got into position, he suddenly felt the vibrations kick up, almost knocking the breath out of him as ‘No More Dream’ began to blast through his earpiece.
He tightened his jaw as a moan threatened to slip out. He felt his cock begin to harden at the constant vibrations brushing against his prostate. The vibrations began to speed up, brushing him even more. White flecks began to dance across his vision as he mustered all of his strength to focus on the song and his dance moves. Every time he passed Yoongi, he would shoot a glare in his direction, but found the hyung just grinning widely and rapping along to the song, setting his nerves off.
He was completely and utterly pissed off, but he wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off right then and there and have Yoongi take him, in front of everyone.
As he pushed his way through the dance, the vibrator moved even more inside of him, causing small moans to escape his lips. When his part of the song came on, he cursed himself, as his voice came out shaky and unnerved.
Namjoon and J-Hope looked over at him with concern in their eyes, and Jungkook was mentally kicking himself for letting his pleasure show. Yoongi was probably enjoying every second of this.
The song ended and they dove straight into the next one, this one with significantly harder choreography, causing Jungkook to almost lose it. His cock was now completely hard, and he was sure everyone in the front could tell. The more he moved, the more it moved, the more aware he became of the sudden pressure in both his front and back, and the more pleasure began to flow and sweep his body away. His mind began to race and grow fuzzy all at once.
It got to the point where even his dance moves began to grow shaky. He moved sloppily across the stage on wavering legs. His mind finally began to cloud over as the vibrations, yet again, began to pick up as they entered the bridge to this song, bringing him to the edge of insanity.
Every time his routine brought him to face his back to the crowd, he found himself absentmindedly palming himself through his pants, trying to seek at least some type of friction, and whining to himself. He glanced over at Yoongi, who was doing everything in his power to not look at Jungkook, but he could tell the hyung was enjoying it.
The song ended and the lights dimmed once more. A breath of relief escaped Jungkook as he fell to his knees closer to the back of the stage as the vibrations sped up, yet again. His face twisted into one of pure ecstasy as a small moan escaped his mouth. He felt his body begin to shake.
“Kookie, what’s wrong?” Taehyung came bounding over, placing a hand on the makane’s back.
“Ah,” Kookie moaned, but played it off as if he were beginning a sentence, “ M-My stomach hurts, that-t’s all. C-Come on, let’s continue,” He said, taking a deep breath and standing up. He instantly swallowed a moan that threatened to fall out of his mouth.
“Maybe you should go rest?” Yoongi came up from behind him.
Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed, “Absolutely not,” He said, his voice sounding stronger than it had all night. He saw Namjoon and J-Hope glance over at him worriedly once more before the lights once again flipped back on and and the music to the next song began to play.
Jungkook was surprised he managed to make it through and start to actually move again. The pleasure was driving him insane and the throbbing from his dick became to persistent to ignore. He felt it begin to twitch and spasm, causing his eyes to widen slightly. A tight ball began to wind itself towards his lower body.
His breathing began to pick up as the song trudged on, seeming like it would never end. He looked over at Yoongi with desperation in his eyes.
Yoongi looked back at him with a smirk. Seeing the makane being reduced to a complete begging mess on stage had turned him on more than he actually anticipated.
“Please,” Jungkook mouthed to Yoongi, feeling himself begin to grow undone as the end of the song approached.
Yoongi looked over at him and tapped his chin slightly, as if he were considering saving the poor boy from humiliating himself by reaching his peak on stage in front of thousands of fans.
Jungkook felt the moans come one after another, finding it completely impossible to hold them back. He stopped singing his line abruptly, letting the crowd finish his line for him as he moved to his position in the back of their group. His eyes closed and he bent over slightly, gripping the front of his jeans in an attempt to choke his cock.
Yoongi smiled at the crowd as he reached into his pocket as the song ended and turned the vibrator on the highest setting.
The lights cut once more and Jungkook fell to the floor of the stage, twitching, spasming. Yoongi ran over and reached into the makane’s pants, wrapping his hand around his cock and milking his orgasm.
Yoongi mumbled into the makane’s ear as he milked the youngers cum, trading between kissing his neck and whispering sweet things.
When he was sure he was finished, he removed his hand and sucked the juices from his skin, rolling it over his tongue and tasting the flavor of the golden maknae.
He leaned over Jungkook as his spasms resided and he stopped twitching. Jungkook rolled over and looked up at Yoongi through lidded eyes.
“Well babyboy, you managed to make it to the first wardrobe change,” Yoongi smirked, biting his lip and looking at Jungkook's blissful, sweat covered face.
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