Summery: Jeongguk and Yoongi have a little fun while their daddy is away.
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"Jeongguk, let's play together."
Jeongguk, who had been watching television, looks up at Yoongi with wide eyes.
It's unconventional, though, because Yoongi's gaze is lowered to the floor, fingers fiddling with the hem of the oversized sweater that he's wearing - and Jeongguk's stomach sweeps slightly at the flustered act that he has always perceived to be rather charming.
So cute - so Yoongi, yet not like him at all.
Because Yoongi is usually a brat in every sense of the word - snarky and ruthlessly perverse, only reserving such subdued and docile behaviour for one person only.
Yet here he is, unable to look Jeongguk in the eye, toes digging into the carpet beneath his feet as his sweater slips off his left shoulder, frame rigid with nervousness as he waits for Jeongguk's response.
"P-play? But what about-"
Yoongi holds up a hand, quick to cut him off. "Yeah, I know that daddy's not here, and we probably shouldn't...but," he huffs quietly, daintily raising the sweater above his chest, and Jeongguk gasps when he sees Yoongi's erection, flushed at the tip and leaking, the head of his cock peeking out from the waistband of the pink lace panties that fits him so nicely.
"I'm so horny, Jeongguk. I really need to cum...please, can we play?"
His tone is sheepish, so soft, a stark contrast to the boisterous voice that he's used to hearing whenever they are alone like this.
It's riveting.
Yoongi can sense Jeongguk's hesitance and he completely understands, because they don't know how Seokjin would react to them playing without him - and the absolute last thing that they want to do is anger their daddy - but Yoongi looks up at him, eyes glassy with unshed tears and the desperate whimper that he lets out has Jeongguk nodding, beckoning him closer with a gesture of his arms.
Yoongi quickly closes the distance between them, situating himself beside Jeongguk and curling into his embrace, burying his head in Jeongguk's neck and pressing sweet kisses against his skin. The dull ache gradually builds between Yoongi's thighs and he winces as he squeezes them together, letting out another embarrassingly desperate whimper that has Jeongguk running his fingers through his mint strands soothingly.
The loving gesture doesn't go unappreciated and Yoongi lifts his head, closing his eyes when Jeongguk uses a hand to cup his cheek gently, leaning into the touch.
He often forgets how much Yoongi enjoys being coddled and cared for.
He sees the way Yoongi knits his brows together, the way he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, can see the light blush that tints his cheeks, how a shudder runs through his lithe frame - can see how badly he wants, needs to cum, to just let go of the pent-up frustration that's nearing its peak - and it sparks his own arousal, has scorching heat and pure want raking down his spine.
Has him scrambling to push his pants down his thighs to kick them off his legs.
Yoongi sucks in a breath, gaze falling on the hardening cock that outlines the front of Jeongguk's baby blue lace panties, and he reaches down to gently run his fingers along his own length, gritting his teeth at the gust of pleasant sensation that washes over him at once.
It's customary for both Jeongguk and Yoongi to wear lingerie - from bustiers, to satin slips, babydolls, lace robes and panties of assorted colours - not only because Seokjin himself likes when they wear it, but because it makes them feel so...risqué.
