草莓|strawberries & cigarettes°yoonkook

eight°

CIGARETTE smoke wound itself around his consciousness, probing against the turmoil. wake up, guk-ah. How? everything was hazy, dandelions tufts fluttering against his lashes as he tried to open them. Wake up, baby. Honey dripping from the whispers, warm and sweet, and Jeongguk knew who it was.

And the dark turned to bright, bright glory shattering against his vision. "Nngh.." somebody was gliding their hand against his cheek, sweet nothingness escaping from their lips. Praises filling him up like soft cushion lining, Jeongguk managed to let out more than just whimpers.

"Yoon?"

"Shh, yeah, m'here. don't worry angel, you're okay." And there he was, his honey fairy, hair pushed back, as rosy lips held a half smoked cigarette against them. The brunet groaned slightly, feeling his muscles pop from disuse.

"How long was I..?"

"Out? Like, an hour at most. But it's nothing to worry about." A frown wound itself into his pretty eyes, fingers pushing Jeongguk's hair back from his forehead. "T'was a heat stroke, excessive physical exertion. Nothing some water can't fix. Here," the older boy handed him a bottle of crystals. "Drink up, bunny boy."

Muttering a thanks, guk watched as Yoongi leaned away from his form, properly stretching his legs outside the car. The backseat of the mustang was near boiling against his back, but Jeongguk didn't really mind. For in front of him, smoke billowed with every breath Yoongi took, contrasting against the marigold sunset. His skin was fire, his hair burned ash as dying rays kissed him. And Jeongguk wanted to kiss him too, and keep kissing his cherry blossoms (lips more brilliant than any sunset he had ever seen) for eternity.

And Yoongi shifted his form to gaze over at him, how he was leaning up on his elbows to properly take in the appearance. How the entire sun reflected inside his galactic eyes, and his gaze was hotter than anything Yoongi had ever felt, and something stirred in him and a want erupted against his being. And so, and so with a sigh it was, that he asked.

"What're you thinking 'bout?"

Maybe, just maybe both boys had been ruminating the same crazy idea for a while now, and Jeongguk wanted to tell him, wanted to give Yoongi his everything, and now, bathed in dying sunlight with hollihocks erupting against his forearms as zephyr pushed itself against his mahogany locks. Now was the right time, he thought.

"Kissing you." Barely a mumble, but audible. All Yoongi needed at this point, really. "Wanna kiss you so bad."

"Yeah?" And the elder boy walked towards him, cigarette still stuck between his teeth, crouching down in front of the open car door. His hands reached under Jeongguk's thighs to grip them properly, pulling his form closer to him so that his legs hung out of the car, still only leaning up on his elbows. "You want that, baby?"

"Yeah, yes, so bad" and Jeongguk was aware he was whining now, words rushing out in a flurry of piano notes; B12 contrasting with C3 and his melody was so pretty, such a nervous baby, himself leaning up towards Yoongi now, fingers grasping onto his shoulders. Wanting. Needing.

Stroking a thumb over the brunet's thigh, Yoongi inhaled the nicotine (oh how tragic and oh how beautiful) before reaching to pull the cigarette out of his lips. He moved closer to Jeongguk's pliant mouth, already hovering open slightly, before chuckling out a "me too" Jeongguk felt the goodness enter his being and he didn't care anymore that he probably shouldn't inhale cigarette smoke, he didn't care anymore that this was his first time doing anything this intimate, for he inched even closer as the smoke enveloped their bodies in a halo of prejudice, detecting the slightest touch of skin against skin.

Yoongi couldn't wait anymore.

Their lips slotted together, the barest of convergence yet it was the fourth of July. Yet it was fireworks ! And Jeongguk was the sky lit up in a plethora of harlequin; he was the first bloom of spring; he was the aphrodite  among the gods. And oh, how delicate and fresh his kiss tasted, untainted and virgin. Yoongi felt himself tilting his head to fit better, body pressing closer as his heart underwent an innuendos cycle. More. And he moved his hand up from Jeongguk's thigh to trace along that tiny waist, shirt pushing up to connect skin with skin. More. He pushed Jeongguk back to lie upon the, now cooled, leather, crawling on top of his form without once breaking the kiss. More. He could hear, no, he could taste the way Jeongguk whined ever so softly, entire body trembling under Yoongi's touch.

"More," the word slipped out against the younger boy's lips, who tilted his head to the side in response, so that Yoongi would have access to his neck. His lips left paper soft kisses against the pearly skin, not wanting to blemish or mark it in any way. For Jeongguk's skin was the canvas sent from above and Yoongi worshipped it like nothing else.

Jeongguk slotted his fingers between Yoongi's hair, pulling him back against his mouth. His tongue devoured the taste, fuck; Yoongi was strawberries and cigarette smoke rolled into one and he was above him, Jeongguk's body touching him and it was driving him crazy, to the point of dizziness and he wanted him forever and ever, and even after that. And his name kept escaping his lungs, was as easy as breathing. Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi, mm yes, kiss me harder please. And jesus, he was going insane with the intensity of how Yoongi's hands gripped Jeongguk's waist, untangling his own from his hair to grasp above his head.

And Jeongguk was helpless and so, so pliant, such a good baby to be wanting Yoongi so bad; his honey fairy, my honeyed hyung, as whimpers ranging on slight moans continued to escalate. It got darker around them the longer they engaged in this tango, as the sun went down and night emerged, moonlight shining fluorescent.

Jeongguk fluttered his eyes open, gaze soft as he looked upon Yoongi softly kissing the tips of his fingers, lips barely grazing against one before moving onto the other.

"Yoon?"

"What is it, baby?" And Jeongguk hated to be doing what he was about to do, but what had to be done couldn't exactly go without having been done.

"Hyung, you gotta take me back." He gauged the raven haired boy's reaction, fearing the worst, but Yoongi only smiled softly, replying in affirmation. "Yeah, okay." He felt the weight shifting from over him, and a sudden panic engulfed him.

"Hyung, wait." He breathed out, before moving closer to kiss Yoongi's swollen lips once more, it being unnecessarily sloppy and rushed in the near dark. Yoongi chuckled and gently pulled away, resting his forehead against Jeongguk's.

"No need to rush, bunny, I'm not going anywhere." And Jeongguk knew, he knew that was only the partial truth for this, whatever this was, was probably an illusion. But that wasn't going to stop him from enjoying it for however long it stayed. For however long he stayed.

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a/n; 1100 words of nothing but a single makeout sesh. tsk

ANYWAY THEY KISSED howd u like it? think m getting better at writing this kind of thing msjdksmms also no pansty action yet just kisses. Yet. YET.

_anne