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When they arrive back at the hotel Jungkook is the first one out of the car, stalking inside without so much as a glance at any of the other members.
"Someone better get his bags for him," Jimin comments not unkindly, walking with Hoseok around the SUV to the trunk.
"I need a long shower, a face mask and a good night's sleep," Hoseok comments tiredly, hoisting the straps of his own shoulder bag over his arm.
Yoongi quietly makes his way around the back of the car behind them, grabbing his own bag before lifting Jungkook's out as well.
"We should try to rest as much as we can tonight," he hears Namjoon advise.
"I don't think most of us will have a problem with that, it's Jungkookie I'm worried about," Jin frowns, concerned. "He's beating himself up about something he had no control over. It wasn't his fault."
It's true, it wasn't his fault.
There was an issue with the audio at one point during the second half of the concert and it happened to occur during Jungkook's part of the song they were performing.
It wasn't his fault but it made his tone sound off and Jungkook is nothing but a picture perfect idol and professional so he didn't let the issue throw him off for the rest of the show, still giving his absolute all, but as soon as they were out of view from the fans at the conclusion of the concert he had retreated into himself and looked like he could burst into tears at any moment.
Yoongi understands what he's feeling. They all do.
He is valid in his feelings.
This tour is something they'd been looking forward to not only since they'd made the decision to enlist with the promise of coming back together as a group, but going all the way back to when the Map of The Soul tour was cancelled.
They've wanted to tour, been aching to be on stage and see fans face to face as they sang together as seven again.
There's so much pressure for things to go smoothly, as close to perfect as possible, so when things that are totally out of their control happen that take away from the quality of the performance they're trying to give the fans it's devastating, to say the least.
And Jungkook is arguably the biggest perfectionist of them all so for something to go wrong that directly affects him?
It's completely understandable to be concerned about him.
It hurt Yoongi to watch his sweet Jungkookie, his lover and best friend whom he adores, look so defeated.
Yoongi had made sure to sit by him in the car as they were driven back to their hotel.
He tried to offer some comfort during the short drive but Jungkook had already shut down.
Yoongi could tell he was hanging on by a thread, on the verge of breaking down any second.
Yoongi's headed into the hotel lobby as quickly as he can, the members close behind, immediately going to the elevators that had already taken Jungkook up to the floor the seven of them are staying on.
After they get to their floor Yoongi heads to Jungkook's room, not stopping at his own to drop off his things as his only focus is making sure Jungkook is okay.
Yoongi hears Jungkook before he opens the door.
He's not crying, he's mumbling aggressively, voice full of frustration, to himself.
Yoongi can't make out the words and even after he pushes the door open– eyes following Jungkook as he paces the room– he still can't quite hear him clearly .
"Kook-ah," Yoongi says quietly, dropping their bags near the door after shutting it.
The sound of his voice breaks Jungkook somewhat out of his spell as he looks over at the older.
Yoongi opens his mouth to speak again but Jungkook only turns away, falling back into step as he paces.
Yoongi closes the distance between them with concern.
"Baby-" he starts again, but Jungkook cuts his sentence short.
"I was really happy with how tonight was going. My choreography was on point, I didn't make any mistakes and I even remembered the choreography for the surprise song. I was having fun. I am having fun," he looks over at Yoongi. "I know it's early but this might be the most I've ever enjoyed a tour."
Yoongi can't help but agree. It is early to say, they're only a handful of cities in, but this is already shaping up to be so different from their tours in the past.
In many ways they feel more free and a lot less stress.
Yoongi has spoken about this at length with Namjoon and they've deduced that a big portion of the relief comes from the overwhelming support they continued to have while they were all enlisted and after their discharges.
It was a very real fear that would keep them up at night that the fans would leave. That they would move on from the group and the looming shadow Yoongi has been running from for years, the fear of falling and crashing to the ground after being so high, at the tip top of the industry really, was finally going to happen.
They were terrified. But ARMY stayed. And not only did they stay the fanbase seemed to have grown and have shown so much more love and support than the members ever anticipated.
They'd done it through every solo venture the members had prepared and released during this break from group activities and the members could not be more grateful.
They makes sure to express that gratitude as often as they can too.
That gratitude translates to wanting to put on the best performances they possibly can, which is what brings them back to Jungkook and the confirmed audio glitch while he sang tonight.
"It wasn't your fault, baby," Yoongi voices quietly. Carefully.
"I know that hyung. I know..." mutters Jungkook, still pacing. "But that doesn't make me feel any better."
Just as Yoongi's crossing the room to gather him into his arms, Jungkook turns around to look at him with unmistakable pain and sadness in his stare.
He lookes at Yoongi, eyes impossibly wide, lips trembling as a few tears escape.
"Baby," Yoongi sighs shakily. "Please come here," he requests, walking closer to Jungkook before pulling him into a tight hug.
Jungkook leans in, melting in Yoongi's arms.
Yoongi's heart is breaking as he listens to Jungkook begin to let his cries free.
Jungkook begins to try to make himself smaller so he can more comfortably nuzzle into Yoongi's shoulder.
The action causes a sad smile to tug at Yoongi's lips before he presses a kiss to Jungkook's forehead.
Jungkook wraps his arms around Yoongi's torso, clutching him tightly enough that it's almost uncomfortable for the older.
"I'm sorry I'm being so dramatic," he mumbles against the crook of Yoongi's neck, tucking his face away.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, baby," Yoongi soothes, rubbing a hand along Jungkook's spine. "You're totally valid in being disappointed in what happened."
Jungkook isn't crying against him anymore, but Yoongi can feel him shaking. He's still so upset.
Jungkook then mumbles something into Yoongi's shoulder that Yoongi doesn't catch it.
"Hmm? What'd you say?" Yoongi asks, snuggling him tighter as they continue to embrace in the middle of the room.
Jungkook shakes his head in reply, but Yoongi allows the silence to settle between them to give him time to answer.
After about half a minute, Jungkook shifts again and whines, "hyung," into the soft fabric covering Yoongi's shoulder.
Yoongi's hands keep moving on autopilot, stroking Jungkook's back and playing with his hair, trying not to betray that his insides are buzzing with anticipation.
Jungkook likes to be the one in charge, telling Yoongi what to do and how to do it, which Yoongi is perfectly fine with, but on the rare occasions when Jungkook gets really, really upset, he needs someone to focus all of their attention on him. Needs to be the one getting taken care of.
And Yoongi is happy to oblige. He'll take Jungkook any way he can; aggressive or soft.
"You need me?" Yoongi asks, looking for confirmation that Jungkook is wanting what Yoongi thinks he is.
Jungkook whimpers– more like a whine– clutching at him so desperately that it takes Yoongi's breath away, figuratively and almost literally.
"Please."
"Alright," murmurs Yoongi. "Hyung will help."
He pushes Jungkook away from his shoulder gently, cupping his cheeks carefully in his hands, studying his face when it comes into view.
He glides his eyes over him; seeing his red nose, furrowed brows as well as his eyes that are brimming with unshed tears.
"I'll take care of you my love," he breaths out, staring back at Jungkook with soft eyes.
There are worry lines between his brows that Yoongi wants to smooth out with his thumbs, but he knows a much better way of helping Jungkook's worry dissipate.
Before they do that though, they need to clean up.
Yoongi gently instructs Jungkook to jump in the shower while Yoongi heads to his room to drop his bag off and do the same.
Yoongi can tell Jungkook wants to argue but thinks better of it, wanting to be good.
Yoongi heads to his room with his bag, takes his shower and throws on a shirt and some sweatpants, he skips underwear, before heading back to Jungkook's room.
Less than ten minutes later he's back at Jungkook's door and as soon as he begins pushing it open Jungkook is there to meet him.
He's surprised to see Jungkook is also dressed.
Yoongi had to walk down the hallway and wanted to cover up for the off chance he'd seen someone.
He quirks a brow, eyes scanning down his body and when Jungkook speaks, noticing Yoongi appraising his close, he explains that he wasn't sure how long Yoongi would be and he was cold.
Yoongi just smiles, shutting the door behind him and kicking off his slippers.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."
Jungkook shakes his head quickly, "No, not too long."
Yoongi lets his eyes roam over Jungkook's expression.
He looks on edge and if Yoongi had to guess he would say it's probably due not just to his frustration with the concert but also an edge of anticipation for what Yoongi has in store for him.
He opens his lips to say something more but before he can Yoongi closes the distance, joining their lips together roughly, immediately reaching up to run a hand through Jungkook's damp hair, tugging just enough for it to hurt.
Yoongi knows that the best way to calm Jungkook down is to be rough with him in the beginning.
Just enough to guide him into his pliant headspace, after which Yoongi likes to give Jungkook drawn out orgasms until he's forgotten the reason he was upset in the first place.
This is definitely one of those nights that calls for this method of stress relief for Jungkook.
(They'd started sleeping together and eventually confessing to each other years ago and Yoongi had been hesitant about getting rough with Jungkook the first couple of times they'd done this as it's not really in Yoongi's nature to be rough.
He especially would never intentionally hurt the people he cares about and his beautiful soft-hearted Jungkook is at the top of that list, but Jungkook explained that he not only loved it but at certain times needed it.
That the roughness grounded him when his mind was jumbled.)
Jungkook whimpers into the kiss as Yoongi backs them up until they're falling onto the soft bed, still attached at the lips.
Yoongi hitches the both of them up the bed, slipping a thigh between Jungkook's legs and getting him settled on the pillows just to the side of the middle of the bed.
He grips Jungkook harder and grinds down, making him break the kiss with a gasp as he arches off the mattress.
Yoongi grins, pulling away so he can wrestle Jungkook's shirt off of him.
He does it abruptly, smiling wider at the surprised gasp he hears from Jungkook.
"Wanted to see more of you," Yoongi explains, pressing his thigh down against Jungkook's hardening cock. "More of my pretty baby's sexy body so I can mark you properly."
"Hyung," Jungkook whimpers, shutting his eyes.
His lower lip begins to wobble again as his hands fist the white sheets at his sides.
"It's okay," whispers Yoongi, leaning in to kiss just below Jungkook's collarbone.
As soon as Yoongi's lips touch his skin, Jungkook starts to cry in earnest.
He's not very loud– he never is– but his frame is shaking with silent sobs and he keeps whispering about how sorry he is for being so upset over and over.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," Yoongi assures against the soft skin of Jungkook's chest.
When Yoongi takes his shaking hands in his– Jungkook loosening his grip so they can interlace their fingers– Jungkook shudders and holds on tight to Yoongi's hands, murmuring "I'm sorry."
"You did nothing wrong, pretty baby. Not a thing." Yoongi tells him, pausing to suck on one of Jungkook nipples before rolling it between his teeth.
Satisfied with the moan that his lips draw from Jungkook, Yoongi continues. "Have I ever told you that being able to take care of you is one of my very favorite things?"
Jungkook shakes his head no, squirming around as Yoongi closes his mouth around his other nipple.
"It is, baby. I love it," says Yoongi after he draws off, grinding his hips down just to hear Jungkook make more noise.
Yoongi himself is getting pretty fucking hard in his sweats, but he steadfastly ignores it.
Jungkook draws in a little gasp of breath and, upon glancing up at his face, Yoongi sees that he looks like he's going to start apologizing again, so he decides to make Jungkook feel so good that he forgets what words are, much less how to string them together into apologies.
He sits up, shifting off of Jungkook, who makes a noise of protest at the fact that there's no longer a source of pressure between his thighs.
"You want hyung to use his mouth?"
Jungkook's eyes flutter shut and he bites his lip, trying to stay quiet, but he can't seem to help the moan that spills out.
He gets even more aroused when Yoongi slides a big, warm hand over the bulge in his pants.
"Yea– yeah. Yes," he stutters.
"You have to ask nicely," Yoongi informs him, fingers teasing the edge of his sweats while he waits for Jungkook's plea.
"Please," Jungkook whispers, his voice barely audible. "Please, hyung."
"Alright, love," says Yoongi, trying to ignore the obscene way his cock is tenting his sweatpants.
He leans over to press a sweet kiss to Jungkook's parted lips and makes quick work of tugging Jungkook's pants down his legs.
He's pleased to see Jungkook has forgone underwear and after a whimpering and pliant Jungkook lets Yoongi maneuver his legs enough to get the article of clothing off him, Jungkook is naked and completely at Yoongi's mercy.
"Stay here," Yoongi instructs, tossing Jungkook's clothes off the bed before he crawls up to the side table to set out the condoms and lube he knows Jungkook keeps in the drawer.
He then returns to Jungkook, pressing another chaste kiss to his lips before pulling away.
"Turn over."
Jungkook obeys, turning himself over, pressing his face into the clean sheets and clenching his fingers in them.
"That's perfect," Yoongi exhales, stroking one hand over Jungkook's toned ass, causing the younger to make a small noise into the bed.
"Don't hold any noises back," Yoongi instructs, settling himself between Jungkook's legs after spreading them apart. "Hyung wants to hear you."
Jungkook nods into the sheets, his knuckles going white.
"Use your words," Yoongi instructs.
He fits his thumbs into the crease between Jungkook's cheeks, spreading them apart so he can admire his tight little hole.
"Okay," Jungkook replies, his words still muffled. "Okay, hyung."
Yoongi smiles and bends in, pressing a soft kiss over his hole, making the boy underneath him quiver.
He gets his first stuttered moan when he flattens his tongue, gliding it over the tight muscle in a long striped.
Jungkook's back arches and he moans, grinding his hard cock into the sheets to get some friction.
"Good, baby. So good," Yoongi groans into his skin, licking back down to Jungkook's hole, fitting his mouth over it.
He spreads Jungkook's cheeks further apart, his fingers gripping tight enough to bruise, and tongues at the little ring of muscle.
He doesn't push his tongue inside, not yet, just licks in small circles, enjoying the soft give of Jungkook's hole under his tongue.
"Hyung," Jungkook moans, rutting his hips down again. "Oh, God, please–"
"Stop moving," Yoongi tells him, giving him a gentle slap on his right cheek.
Jungkook shudders, his hips stilling with a whine. "Sorry."
"It's alright," coos Yoongi. "Just wanna be able to concentrate on making you feel good."
"Thank you, hyung." Jungkook says sweetly.
Yoongi grins and returns to his task, applying a bit more pressure with his tongue and placing kisses against Jungkook's hole.
"Fuck," Jungkook curses, trembling with the effort of staying still.
Yoongi groans against Jungkook's skin, burying his face deeper and starting to press his tongue carefully inside.
He feels the hot muscle give under the added pressure and then the tip of his tongue slips inside, making Jungkook moan and continue to struggle under Yoongi's grip.
So many thoughts always flit through Yoongi's head while he's doing this. Numerous snapshots of heat and sex and love.
He wiggles his tongue around, licking further inside and rubbing his lips messily around Jungkook's hole.
"Oh God, oh, fuck!" Gasps Jungkook, pushing back a bit against Yoongi's mouth. "Hyung- Ah–"
Yoongi groans, moving his tongue enthusiastically in short, thrusting movements and letting Jungkook fuck back on it.
Jungkook's starting to make more noise now. Little whimpers in between pleas of "hyung," only stopping when Yoongi forcefully shoves Jungkook's hips down into the bed so Yoongi can pull his tongue out and start teasing it around the hole once more.
He feels Jungkook's arms reach out frantically, trying to grasp onto something– anything– to keep himself from moving.
Yoongi then pulls off just long enough to say, "Doing so good, baby. God, you're so gorgeous. Just perfect. So perfect."
Yoongi feels Jungkook start to shake, and then he hears the quietest of sobs escape his lips.
Praise sometimes does that to Jungkook when he feels emotional like he has tonight.
It can overwhelm him so much that the only outlets for the feelings of gratitude and bewilderment welling inside him are his tear ducts.
"It's okay, you're okay," Yoongi assures him in a low voice. "Doing so well."
He teases around Jungkook's rim some more with the tip of his tongue, drawing another sob from the shaking boy beneath him.
"Hyung!" Jungkook gasps into the sheets, his voice rising on the end of the word as Yoongi pushes his tongue inside him once more.
He licks in for another minute until his face is messy with spit.
When Jungkook's cries have increased significantly in volume, Yoongi decides that it's time to take it up a notch.
He draws back, admiring Jungkook's shiny little hole, a bit more relaxed since Yoongi started working it over, and spits on it for good measure before bringing one of the fingers of his free hand up to tease around the rim.
"You ready for my fingers?" he asks quietly, pressing in slightly and feeling the muscle jump underneath his fingers.
"Yeah," Jungkook replies almost immediately. "Please."
"Kind of wanted to make you come with just my tongue," Yoongi comments as he sinks his index finger in easily. "Still might."
Jungkook shudders, and his only reply is to push back on Yoongi's finger, taking it further inside with a groan.
Yoongi leans in again to lick around where his finger is stretching Jungkook just slightly, feeling the muscle ring loosen further as he starts to move his finger in and out.
He carefully avoids where he knows Jungkook's prostate is, not wanting to overwhelm him just yet.
He wants to make Jungkook come at least three times tonight and it wouldn't do to give him too much stimulation too soon.
Jungkook lets out a higher pitched moan as Yoongi adds another finger, sinking it in slowly then licking around it to make the glide smoother.
Jungkook isn't crying anymore, just drawing in shuddering breaths like he's not sure he's able to get in enough air.
Once Yoongi has added a third finger Jungkook begins to writhe again against the bedsheets.
Yoongi has told him to stay still but he really doesn't want tonight to be about punishment for disobeying.
So he just smirks at the effect he's having on the younger, deciding to finally curl his fingers to find his blissfully sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Fuck!" Jungkook cries, his back arching enough that his words are no longer muffled, "J-jesus, fuck. I–"
"Hyung making you feel good?" Yoongi asks, keeping his fingers buried deep as he massages Jungkook's prostate with the pads of his fingers.
"S-so good," moans Jungkook, his legs beginning to shake.
He's gone half onto his knees since Yoongi had stopped pinning him to the bed, causing him to now have leverage to really fuck back on Yoongi's fingers.
Yoongi grins at how responsive Jungkook's being and continues to lick around his fingers, tickling the skin around his hole with the tip of his tongue just to make Jungkook cry out more.
Jungkook is nearly breaking Yoongi's hand with how tightly he's holding onto it.
After another minute of careful attention to Jungkook's prostate, Yoongi chances a glance up at him to see if he's getting close.
Jungkook's cock is an angry red, little beads of pre-cum gathering over his slit.
"Close, love? You're so hard."
Jungkook nods into the bedsheets.
Yoongi wants him to use words, though, so he says, "Want hyung to make you come? If you do you need to say it."
His reply is immediate.
"Yes! H-Hyung, Hyung, please."
"Of course," Yoongi says softly.
Yoongi draws his fingers out quickly, ignoring Jungkook's moan of protest, and spits on them again before reaching around and taking hold of Jungkook's cock.
As Jungkook whimpers gratefully, Yoongi starts to stroke Jungkook while returning his mouth back to Jungkook's hole.
Jungkook's cock is hot and heavy in his hand, twitching whenever Yoongi licks in particularly deep.
"I'm close!" Jungkook whines loudly into the sheets. "Can I- Can I come please?"
Yoongi is so hard in his sweats that he thinks he might burst, and his cock gives a painful twitch at Jungkook's words.
"That's perfect, love. You're doing so good. You deserve it. I want you to come for me."
He returns his mouth to Yoongi's hole just in time to feel it flutter around his tongue as Jungkook gives a choked gasp and comes, his cock pulsing in Yoongi's hand as he spurts white ribbons onto both Yoongi's hand and the sheets beneath him.
Yoongi makes a pleased noise as Jungkook squeezes his hand tightly, panting into the sheets as he floats down from his peak.
Yoongi's hand is dripping with Jungkook's hot cum and he doesn't stop moving it, not right away, not until Jungkook is whimpering and trying to jerk his over-sensitive cock out of Yoongi's tightening grip.
"Hyung," he whines, thighs shaking.
"You did so good, baby," Yoongi praises him, pulling off and admiring the flushed line of Jungkook's back.
Jungkook inclines his head weakly, but other than that he doesn't move, just breathes heavily and lays still, collapsed on the bed.
"I want you to keep touching yourself," Yoongi tells Jungkook as he rolls over onto his back.
Yoongi then climbs off the bed, immediately starting to shuck his clothes off once on his feet.
"Keep yourself hard for me. Can you do that, baby?"
Jungkook whimpers, his mouth twisting into a pout, but he reaches between his legs to take hold of his cock.
It had started to soften a bit, and Yoongi can see Jungkook grit his teeth as he struggles to keep touching himself and not jerk away from his own touch.
"That's good, baby. Doing so good," Yoongi coos, stepping hastily out of his pants so that he's fully naked.
He then reaches for the lube and condom that's been sitting on the table.
Directing his attention back to Jungkook, he sees the younger has his bottom lip trapped between his teeth harshly, his arm shaking as he continues to stroke his cock, which is fully hard again.
"Oh, look at you," Yoongi smiles with hooded eyes as Jungkook lets out another whine.
"Hyung. Can I– can I stop? Hurts."
"Yes, you can stop now," Yoongi hums.
He then crawls onto the bed once again, settling on his back right next to Jungkook.
"You're doing so good tonight. Being so good for me."
Jungkook licks his lips, nodding with a weak smile.
Yoongi pops open the bottle of lube, the noise Jungkook immediately picks up on.
Yoongi grins as he watches Jungkook pull his bottom lip between his teeth again, letting his eyes slip shut as Yoongi slicks his cock up to the music of Jungkook's little whimpers and moans beside him.
He then walks to the side of the bed, the clean side, sitting with his back against the headboard, a pillow propped up behind him as well.
"Come here, love," Yoongi orders soothingly as he opens the foil and slides the condom into place. "Want you to ride me."
He watches lovingly, cock hard, as Jungkook climbs over him with wobbly legs.
It's odd to see Jungkook clumsily straddle him when he's normally so graceful, but it's also really fucking hot the way Jungkook reaches out for him immediately, like he can't quite get his balance and needs Yoongi for support.
"Hyung," he whimpers, trying to line himself up with Yoongi's cock without toppling over.
"Shh, take your time," Yoongi says, squeezing a bit more lube onto his hand and rubbing it over Jungkook's hole to make sure he's ready.
Then, he closes the bottle, tossing it off to the side, and says, "Whenever you're ready."
Jungkook is breathing heavily, nodding while he brings his hips down to line up with Yoongi's cock, the older spreading his cheeks apart to assist in the process.
As soon as the fat head starts to push inside, Jungkook whimpers and tries to brace himself on Yoongi's chest.
He's still wobbly though and ends up falling forward, taking more of Yoongi's cock inside at once then he'd planned and whimpering in discomfort.
"Baby, baby, here," Yoongi says, letting go of Jungkook's ass now that part of his cock is already inside and instead taking both of Jungkook's hands in his own.
Jungkook smiles dopily, using the newfound leverage that Yoongi's hands give him to rock up and then back down, taking Yoongi in further.
Yoongi watches Jungkook's lips form a barely audible "fuck" when, on the next slide down, he bottoms out completely.
"Fuck," Yoongi echoes, holding Jungkook's hands tightly as he waits for him to adjust.
Once Jungkook has stopped shaking so much, his body only slightly quivering from adjusting to accommodate Yoongi, Yoongi says, "Look so good like this. So fucking beautiful."
"You feel really good," Jungkook says quietly, almost a whisper, like it's a secret only for Yoongi's ears.
"Yeah?" Yoongi asks, hissing a bit as Jungkook rocks down on him again, "Think you could come like this again?"
Jungkook shudders, a bead of sweat rolling down his collarbone. "Yea- yeah."
"You'd make hyung so happy," Yoongi encourages him.
Jungkook starts to move faster on top of him, fucking down onto him again and again.
"Want- want to," Jungkook chokes out, his own cock bobbing untouched in front of him as he raises and lowers himself on Yoongi's.
"I know you do," Yoongi agrees, fighting not to thrust his hips up and instead letting Jungkook take what he wants, letting him do all the work himself, "You're always so good for me. So precious."
Jungkook moans loudly at that before biting his lip again.
Jungkook works up to a fast rhythm and Yoongi lets little groans slip periodically with the effort of staying still and not bucking his hips to meet Jungkook's motions.
A couple minutes of this, though, and Yoongi feels like his entire body is vibrating.
Like he's a shaking, chaotic mass of cells just barely restraining from flipping them over and fucking his boyfriend senseless.
"Hyung," Jungkook gasps, putting more pressure on Yoongi's hands to help him continue his fast pace as the strength in his thighs fades, "Hyung- I'm gonna- I need to come c-can I please-"
"Yeah, baby," Yoongi breaths shakily, gritting his teeth.
Jungkook unsteadily lets go of one of Yoongi's hands so that he can bring his own hand down to start touching his neglected cock.
"What're you doing?" Yoongi asks sharply.
Jungkook jerks his hand away, "I need- I thought I could–"
"Is my cock not enough for you?" Yoongi quirks a brow. "Thought you were hyung's good boy."
He takes Jungkook's free hand back in his own, rendering Jungkook helpless again as the younger whimpers. "I need-"
"You want me to help?" Yoongi asks, starting to experimentally circle and lift his hips a bit. "Could you come if hyung fucks you like this?"
"I th-think so," Jungkook stammers, gasping as Yoongi starts to fuck up into him with more purpose. "Fuck, yeah! Yeah I could."
"Good boy," Yoongi tells him, helping balance Jungkook with his hands as he thrusts his cock into him from below.
"Keep moving on top of me though, baby. I want you to come riding me."
Jungkook swears loudly, sweat glistening on his chest now as he bounces on top of Yoongi's cock.
He gives a particularly loud shout when Yoongi thrusts in at a certain angle, and that's when Yoongi knows that this angle is the one he needs to keep.
Sure enough, just half a minute more of bouncing Jungkook on top of him and hitting his sweet spot has Yoongi grinning in triumph as he feels Jungkook's hole start to clench weakly around his cock.
"You're close, I can feel it," Yoongi gasps out, pleased.
"Yeah, gonna- gonna, fuck!" Jungkook wails, throwing his head back and sitting down hard as he cums all over Yoongi's abs and chest, his whole squeezing around Yoongi all the while.
Jungkook's muscular thighs are shaking weakly and he gives a tortured whimper as his cock twitches again and lets out one last little spurt of cum.
Finally, Jungkook's legs give out and he collapses on top of Yoongi, a broken mess of whimpers and curses falling from his lips.
Yoongi smiles and flips them both over, keeping himself deep inside so that he can start fucking Jungkook again once the exhausted boy is on his back beneath him.
Yoongi wants to completely wreck Jungkook. That's when Jungkook gets the most relaxed and that's exactly what he needs tonight.
Yoongi props himself up on one arm for support, reaching the other between their sweat-slicked bodies to take hold of Jungkook's cock to try and work him into a third orgasm.
Jungkook keens high in his throat at that, a garbled, knowing sort of noise that suggests that he knows exactly what Yoongi wants from him.
Yoongi groans, bending down to kiss him. Their mouths meet hungrily, and Yoongi tries to pour every ounce of his love for Jungkook and his desire to comfort him into the kiss.
Jungkook makes a little squeak into his mouth as Yoongi picks up the pace, his hips snapping forward quickly as his hand begins to move faster on Jungkook's cock.
"Alright, baby?" Yoongi asks breathlessly after they break apart for air.
He can't look away from Jungkook's eyes, how wide and overwhelmed they are.
Jungkook mumbles, completely incoherent, and it takes about a minute of this for Yoongi to realize that Jungkook's forgotten what most words mean.
The only words he can get out are "faster" and "Hyung." Everything else is utter gibberish.
Hearing how Jungkook's breathy stammering causes Yoongi's brain to ignite in a white-hot bolt of arousal, zinging down his spine and makes his cock twitch where it's buried in Jungkook's hole.
"Oh, fuck!" Yoongi gasps. "Feel so fucking good. Always so good for me. I'm gonna come soon."
Jungkook looks absolutely elated at this, like all he wants is to make Yoongi feel good. But...
"Want you to come first," Yoongi tells him, gritting his teeth against the orgasm he can feel building. "Hyung wants to take care- fuck," he pauses to let out a hiss, "to take care of his perfect boy."
He can feel Jungkook's cock twitch in his hand at these words, so Yoongi doubles his efforts, stroking faster and swiping his palm over the head on a whim.
That little change of movement along with more words of praise and adoration does it for Jungkook, his orgasm seemingly taking him by surprise.
Yoongi can barely feel the weak droplets leaking over his fingers, a bit distracted by the torturous way Jungkook's hole clenches around him.
He also misses the belated cry Jungkook lets out over the rush of blood in his own ears as Yoongi himself starts to come.
He feels his cock jerk inside Jungkook and he shoves in deep, holding himself as far inside as he can as he gathers Jungkook up in his arms and buries his face in the younger's neck, hugging him tightly.
They both come down from their highs together, Yoongi heaving a relieved sigh as a fucked-out, cuddly Jungkook nuzzles into his neck and kisses along his throat.
It's a while before either of them speaks, doing so only after Yoongi pulls out, his cock gone completely soft.
"Thank you," Jungkook pants.
"Are you feeling better?" Yoongi asks him, pushing himself up so he's braced a bit above Jungkook on the bed.
"Yeah," Jungkook smiles sleepily.
Yoongi smiles. "That was so good, love. You did so good. I thought I was gonna explode with how turned on I was."
"I did good?" asks Jungkook, his eyes starting to flutter closed.
"Of course you did," Yoongi confirms.
Jungkook looks like he will fall asleep any second, a dazed smile on his face replacing the disappointed frown from earlier.
"You're perfect, Jungkook. I'm so lucky you're mine. I love you so much."
Jungkook sleepily moves his mouth like he's trying to form the words 'I love you,' but no sound comes out.
He's relaxed and content when Yoongi cleans him off with a warm, soapy cloth and helps slide his sweatpants back into place and get his favorite hoodie pulled over his head upon the younger's soft request.
He also follows Yoongi without any protests as the older helps him up and out of his room so they can go sleep in Yoongi's clean bed.
As soon as he is under Yoongi's covers and his head hits the pillow he wrinkles his nose as he yawns, turns onto his side, then promptly falls asleep.
It warms Yoongi's heart to see Jungkook's face look so utterly blissful and relaxed, especially knowing how defeated and upset he was not that long ago.
He turns off the lamp that had been illuminating the room in a soft glow before sliding under the covers to spoon Jungkook from behind.
They have a tough schedule ahead of them.
They're out of practice with touring, it having been a couple years since Yoongi's had gone on his and Jungkook even longer, and each of the members have to deal with the stress of it all in their own way that works best for each of them but they also make sure to be there in any way that's needed for each other.
(They're most worried about Jin in all honestly since he has had hardly a break at all practically since he was discharged, but they all try to support him as best they can as well.)
They will continue to be there for each other like they've always been and try to make this tour as great and enjoyable as possible for their fans.
He wishes nothing like what happened at tonight's show will happen again, but he's also realistic and knows the likelihood of some sort of minor issue happening again is bound to happen.
If it does and it upsets Jungkook even half as much as it did tonight Yoongi will be there to love him through it.
With a content sigh he snuggles closer against Jungkook's warm body, letting himself drift off to thoughts of his shining, trusting eyes and a love for this sweet man that makes his heart swell.