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jungkook is settled on the bed, almost completely hidden inside a plethora of soft pillows, eyes tracked onto and following yoongi move about the room. he occasionally disappears through the doorway to their bedroom, and jungkook’s steady gaze holds the empty space every time until he reappears, holding this or that. clean towels, a blood bag for afterwards. a few candles and batteries for the camera’s remote.
yoongi pays him no mind as he sets everything up, making sure they have what they need for during the live and after. jungkook loves watching yoongi like this; where he doesn’t even realize he’s sinking into his dom mode, and takes care of the younger vampire in such subtle ways, like grabbing extra pillows for him to sink before scenes.
finally, yoongi catches jungkook’s gaze on him, and when their eyes meet his entire face smooths out. a sweet smile grows on his lips as the vampire sets down the lighter in his hand and makes his way towards the bed where jungkook is curled up. the mattress dips as yoongi climbs up and crawls forward, stopping when jungkook is just a breath away.
“hi pretty,” yoongi whispers, the tips of his fangs poking out from under his top lip. just the sound of his voice makes jungkook curl towards him instinctually. “doing okay?”
jungkook starts to nod, his fluffy bangs bouncing up and down, but catches himself. yoongi likes verbal answers, even before and after the scene. “yes, s– yes, hyung.” he’s feeling extra floaty tonight, just the image of yoongi taking charge and being in control of the entire room sinking him into that lovely, fuzzy place. but jungkook knows he can’t be
too
floaty yet, not with what they have planned.
yoongi reaches forward and brushes through jungkook’s bangs gently. he catches a whiff of yoongi’s cologne, the kind he saves just for lives because it smells like vanilla and sub space jungkook
loves
the scent, and he sighs happily. “stay with me, kook,” yoongi says with a chuckle. “can’t go soft on me yet.”
jungkook hums, blinks his eyes open and tries to refocus his mind. he and yoongi had fed a little before starting to set up for their live, and the warm blood sits nicely in his belly, filling jungkook with that full and satisfied feeling. he doesn’t realize he’s closed his eyes again until he hears yoongi’s voice from the darkness.
“you still okay with what we’re doing during tonight’s live?” yoongi takes his hand, and jungkook’s fingers curl around his as yoongi’s thumb brushes back and forth over the back of his hand. “if you just want me to take care of you tonight, we can do that. you know i’d never pass up the opportunity to ravish you gently.”
“i’m okay hyung.” the thought of what’s to come in the next hour excites jungkook from inside, the blood in his veins heating up for an entirely new reason. “want… want to make sire feel good.”
“yeah?” yoongi hums, smirking as he leans in close. his breath tingles against jungkook’s ear, sending thrills through the younger. “wanna fill up sire with your cock? wanna give him a night off while you do all the work for once?”
jungkook groans, fingers unconsciously gripping at the back of yoongi’s shirt, the younger vampire somehow sliding up to straddle yoongi. he resists the urge to rock his hips, even as he feels yoongi’s cock already hardening through his loose sweatpants.
“h–hyung, wanna start now–” jungkook practically pants in yoongi’s face, their lips millimeters apart. “need you—”
yoongi tugs him in for a kiss, tongue gliding along the tips of his fangs. he tastes the moment they prick yoongi’s tongue, little droplets of blood soaking into his mouth and making it water with desire. the taste of his sire’s blood burns him, with want, with
lust,
and the whine it draws out of him could almost be pitiful.
“lay back pretty for me again, baby, and i’ll start.” yoongi shifts off the bed and jungkook wastes no time in scooting back to his original position, wiggling into the pillows as his licks at his lips, trying to find any miniscule remnants of yoongi’s blood he can taste.
*ping*
almost like a pavlovian response, the chime indicating the start of their live settles jungkook, his head sinking back further into the pillows. his eyes flutter closed, taking the few moments that yoongi is waiting for viewers to join to breathe, to listen to the sound of yoongi’s shallow breaths and match his pace.
“hello everyone.” yoongi’s voice is deep and steady, almost a low purr as he greets their fans. “ah, i look cozy? cute?? thanks,” he chuckles. “if you think i look cute and cuddly, wait until you see the baby.”
he always looks cute wydm
is tonight going to be a chill stream?
“hmm, i wouldn’t say that,” yoongi replies. “we have lots of fun planned for tonight. and yes you’re right, my baby bat
is
always cute. gorgeous even. i mean, look at him.”
yoongi moves to the side, finally introducing jungkook to the camera. he waves at it, the sleeve of his sweatshirt flopping over his hand. “hi,” he greets sweetly.
*ping* *ping* *ping*
you’re adorable baby
sweet face, can’t wait to see it scrunched up in pleasure
those sweater paws are killing me >.< please ruin him tonight
more comments come in, the compliments and lewd comments both pulling a blush to jungkook’s cheeks. yoongi stands at the foot of the bed, watching the feed and reading out the occasional praise, until finally he beckons jungkook forward.
“actually, baby requested something special tonight,” yoongi says as jungkook crawls on all fours across the duvet until his face is level next to yoongi’s crotch. he gently slides the hoodie up and off of jungkook, revealing to the camera he’s completely bare underneath, the fabric had just barely covered his exposed crotch. one of the elder’s hands comes up and starts petting at jungkook’s hair, and he rests back on his heels as he tilts his head into the action. “i think it’s only fair that he be the one to show you all. don’t you agree?”
*ping*
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the hand that was combing through his hair slides down until he’s gripping at jungkook’s jaw. the view on the live is enticing, jungkook kneeling on the bed so submissively, yoongi’s back to the camera as he squeezes jungkook’s chin between his fingers. “why don’t you take off my pants, precious?
present me for them.
”
the slide of his sweats is torturously slow, but the reveal of his lack of boxers brings chime after chime of comments. jungkook brings his hands around yoongi’s thighs, and for a moment he forgets the order he’s supposed to be following, too enamored in yoongi’s pert ass. he grips at it, kneading and squeezing as he watches himself in the monitor displaying their camera feed.
“whore can’t even follow a simple direction,” yoongi’s sharp tone cuts through the pleasure haze, and jungkook’s hands immediately still on his ass. “i said,
present.
” the tone yoongi uses borders on sire control, the sting of submission zipping through him at the command as he almost hypnotically spreads yoongi’s cheeks apart, finally reveal the vibrator sticking out of his hole. yoongi instinctively leans forward and arches his back slightly, so that the camera has a better view of how stretched and wet he still is.
*ping*
holy shit sire is stretched
are we getting baby bat topping??
“my little fang is going to take care of me tonight. but i thought i’d have some fun of my own first.” yoongi turns and suddenly his cock is inches from jungkook’s mouth. what catches him by surprise is the cock ring, originally ordered for and only used by jungkook, cinched tight around yoongi. “surprise baby. open wide.”
jungkook immediately complies, opens up and tilts his head back just enough that yoongi can shove in all the way to the back of his throat. he gags at the sudden intrusion, but doesn’t make to pull back. he can tell yoongi is waiting a couple seconds to see if he backs out, but after staying still, and giving the tiniest of licks to the underside of his cock, yoongi pulls out just to ram back in, hard.
“good boy,” yoongi groans, hands coming up to tangle in his hair, holding him still. the last time jungkook sucked his dick, he had been tied up and squirming, but this time he’s more than free to touch, so touch he does. his fingers curl around yoongi’s thighs, not so much holding onto as just settled there, moving at the pace yoongi is setting.
they ignore the incessant pings of comments, in their own little world as yoongi chokes the younger on his cock.
“fuck– what a shame i won’t be splitting you apart on my dick tonight” yoongi grunts out, thrusting forward and holding jungkook’s face in place, nose right at his pelvis. the only sounds are yoongi’s rapid little breaths and the tiny chokes jungkook lets out as his throat tries to contract around his cock. “
fuck.
”
then he’s yanked off with a cry and thrown further up the bed onto his stomach, the weigh of yoongi on top of him following soon after. jungkook tries to turn around and only catches the quickest glimpses of yoongi eyes turning pitch black before his face is shoved back into the sheets. there are things they’ve discussed ages ago, that are always an option for lives if either of them want to, so the sharp slap against jungkook’s ass doesn’t surprise him too much. but it does draw the loudest moan out of him.
“such a little pain slut,” yoongi croons, his voice deeper and deadlier than ever. his vampire instincts are taking over, the black eyes and deeper drawl, and jungkook’s barely beating heart picks up as yoongi delivers two more spanks to the same side of his ass.
and then the already burning skin heats up, until it feels like yoongi literally lit his ass on fire. jungkook instinctually reaches back to touch at the burning pain, to find the source and stop it, but yoongi is quicker and snatches both his wrists, holding them together in one hand behind jungkook’s back.
“can’t handle a little wax, honey?” yoongi asks, and more searing heat follows two smacks to his unaffected cheek. jungkook hadn’t even noticed the lit candle yoongi had conveniently placed on their bedside table before the live, but now he very much senses its presence as yoongi drips wax across his ass and then slowly onto his struggling hands.
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fuck that’s hot
i can’t choose if i’d rather be sire dripping hot wax onto baby, or be baby and have sire hold me down and spank me until i cry
“believe me, you
wish
you were me right now,” yoongi replies, spanks jungkook over and over until finally he pulls a high pitched cry out of him. “fuck, baby, you sound so good–” he leans forward, one hand still holding down jungkook’s arms, and starts to rut against jungkook’s back, his painfully hard cock just barely rubbing between jungkook’s ass cheeks. the younger vampire squirms and shifts under him, trying to find his own friction against his hole.
“please– p-please sire,” jungkook whines, trying to lift his ass to meet the half thrusts of yoongi against him. “wanna feel— need to be in you…”
with one final slide of his hips, yoongi relents and lifts off of jungkook, only to flip them around and settle jungkook between his legs. the younger stares down at him, unbothered by his red and burned ass on display for the camera, locked onto yoongi’s darkened pupils.
“go ahead, baby bat. take this out of me and fill yourself up.” yoongi lays back and spreads his legs further, allowing jungkook access to his plugged hole. yoongi knows the other was talking a big game when he asked to top, because even if he was the one fucking yoongi, his sire would
always
be the one in control, the one calling the shots.
with shaky hands, jungkook grasps the vibrator and slides it out of yoongi, who lets out the filthiest moan at the loss. “god, it feels so good to be full. i almost never get to experience it, since i have to stuff the slut so often lest he cry.”
jungkook is panting as he hovers over yoongi, staring down at his now dripping hole while the vibrator still vibrates in his hand.
“speaking of—” yoongi says, and then he’s sitting up and taking the vibrator from jungkook, clicking it up two settings, and shoves it unceremoniously up jungkook’s empty hole. “how do you think you’re going to fuck me if you can’t even fill
yourself
up?”
yoongi’s on a mean streak it seems, but it pulls jungkook out of his daze and he scrambles to line up with yoongi’s waiting hole. “can i? can i please? please, i’ll be good for you sire! make– make you come, i promise! w-want you so bad—”
his voice shakes as the vibrator sends constant waves of pleasure through his lower half, pings of comments and donations coming in as they all get a view of the precum dripping out of his cock onto yoongi’s belly as he hovers over him.
“make me feel good, fledgling.” and
that–
the term, that yoongi almost never uses, that they consider a term of endearment- considering yoongi isn’t jungkook’s actual sire- is enough for jungkook. he bottoms out in one thrust, and it has both of them sighing out in pleasure. jungkook is quick to start a smooth pace, yoongi mumbling encouraging words as he finds a rhythm.
but there’s a reason jungkook doesn’t top often. not just because he prefers bottoming, because yoongi is so good at filling him and taking care of him– but because jungkook is a jackhammer, almost insatiable in how he pounds into yoongi, like he’ll never get another chance to fill him, to feel how yoongi clenches around his cock with every sharper thrust.
he becomes absorbed in it, forgets the live, forgets the vibrations that are constant against his own prostate as he rams into yoongi’s. neither of them worry about the live or the comments, although the chimes of donations are constant and clear. he drops into sub space almost as quickly as he does when bottoming, the one though in his mind being to
please and pleasure sire. make him feel good, make him come, make him—
when jungkook opens his eyes and looks down at yoongi, his heart almost breaks. yoongi’s mouth is open in a silent cry, but his lashes are lines with tears. his face is scrunched, jungkook’s hazy mind unable to tell if it’s in pain or pleasure, and when he blinks up at jungkook, a stray tear catches and slides down his cheek. almost cruelly. jungkook’s hips stutter, and he tries to pick up the movement he had again, but suddenly his brain doesn’t feel so happy foggy anymore, and the rhythm is lost.
“little one–” yoongi starts airily, but his face falls and his words catch when he looks up at the younger. he’s frozen in place, and when yoongi gives an experimental grind onto his cock, it pulls a startling, cut off sob from jungkook’s lips. “baby–”
“hyung…” jungkook whispers, and yoongi can hear the sheer, guttural pain in his voice. he reaches over to the bedside table and grabs the remote for their set up, pressing the mic button and calls out, “bunny!”
the live pauses automatically, turning the mics off and switching their cam to a ‘
we’ll be right back’
screen, at the verbal cue of one of their safe words. yoongi programmed the safe word settings a while back, after jungkook had safe worded during a live and it took far too long to turn off everything before he could comfort his baby and fix whatever was wrong.
this time though, everything is paused and the vibrator removed from jungkook’s hole, and within seconds yoongi has him in his arms, shushing him gently as he finally lets out the cries that had apparently been building in him. but even as he sobs, jungkook squirms in his grasp, hands roaming yoongi’s face and eyes searching wildly.
“what’s wrong, jungkook-ah? tell hyung so he can make it better, please.”
jungkook won’t speak, shakes his head and just keeps his hands searching and searching for
something
to be wrong with yoongi. the sight frightens the older, he’s never seen jungkook so worked up. his scent burns with negativity, and it makes yoongi ache to his core.
“
jagiya,
please. tell me. i’ll make it better, i promise.”
“hyung– hyung was crying!” jungkook shrieks, his own tears falling as he wipes the few tears that had slid down yoongi’s face. “i thought– thought hyung was in pain! hurt!”
“oh,
baby,”
yoongi softens, pulling jungkook in and kissing his forehead. “no my love, i’m okay. it just felt so good, you were making me feel
so good,
it was too much. i didn’t even realize i was crying.”
“no! no– you weren’t- you were hurting! you were crying—”
“shh, honey. i promise i wasn’t hurting,” yoongi replies, taking jungkook’s face in his hands so the little vampire will look him in the eyes. “when sire makes baby cry, is he hurting?”
“n-no…” jungkook sniffles as he tries to think around the question through his floaty and still somewhat panicked and worried mind. “sire makes b-baby feel good. likes it when f-fledgling cries.”
“mhm, that’s right.” yoongi smiles at him softly. he speaks slow and clear, so jungkook can fully comprehend his sincerity. “if fledgling didn’t like something, he’d safe word, right?”
jungkook looks down, processing, then flits his eyes back up to yoongi and slowly nods. yoongi brings his hand up and brushes his thumb under jungkook’s eye, on the apple of his cheek.
“so if sire didn’t like something, he could also safe word. but i didn’t. because you were making me feel so good, my love.”
in his overwhelming panic, the thought of yoongi safewording if needed never occurred to him. here in his floaty mindspace, sire safewording seemed like such a silly notion.
“sire doesn’t need– need t’safeword. sire controls the scene…?” jungkook mumbles, and feels a little silly saying it. somewhere underneath the blur of his mind, he knows that’s not fully true. but jungkook in sub mind believes sire only hurts baby because he wants it, not the other way around.
“there’s lots of reasons sire might safeword, hun. what if baby was too overwhelmed, and doesn’t safeword? sire could safeword
for him
because anything that isn’t pleasureful doesn’t make sire happy either.”
“that… that makes sense.”
yoongi pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, rubs his own against it right after. “if i ever don’t like anything, i’ll stop the scene. and you too, darling. but you were doing amazing, making me feel so full and so
so good
.”
“promise?” jungkook asks, nuzzling his face into the juncture of yoongi’s neck. he feels the light press of yoongi’s lip to the crown of his head.
“i promise.”
yoongi doesn’t say anything else, just holds the younger as he calms down and breaths in the scent of sex and pleasure clinging to yoongi’s skin. he’s not sure how long the live stays paused, but they both know at least some of the viewers will still be there waiting for them. the occasional ping of a comment will come through, but they take their time.
yoongi is stroking the back of jungkook’s head when he feels the ministrations, glancing down to see him grinding against yoongi’s thigh. with a chuckle, he pulls jungkook out from against his neck, and starts kissing up along his jaw.
“do you want to continue, sweet thing?” yoongi asks, lightly palming at jungkook’s cock as the vampire continues to rut up into the air. “we can stop the live and finish up ourselves, or you can fuck me however you want for our lovely viewers, hm?”
“wanna– wanna make sire come, please.” he says it so cutely, his lisp sneaking out between his little fangs, almost pleading as if yoongi would ever say no to that. “want to make sure he feels
good.
”
“okay, my good boy. whatever baby wants.”
yoongi fingers at the remote thrown down the bed until he can grasp it again, pressing the button set to start everything back up. jungkook is hunched over yoongi and slowly grinding into him, their cocks rubbing against each other and thoroughly distracting yoongi.
“sorry about the pause, everyone. i had to make sure our sweet baby bat was okay.” yoongi scoots up the bed a little, jungkook following close behind, so that the camera has a better view of them together. his deft fingers work quick at the cock ring, and he lets out a satisfied groan as the new lack of pressure now that it’s removed. “i’m so close already, baby. won’t take much to make your sire come.”
with a saccharine whine, jungkook slides back into yoongi slowly, gives little test thrusts until one particular one has yoongi’s breath hitching and hips jerking.
*ping*
glad you’re both okay! idk about anyone else but i’m ready to see baby slowly take you apart
sire sounds so good when he hits his spot
“c’mon baby, right there,” yoongi drawls, clenching around jungkook with every thrust. “just a little bit more.”
“sire—” jungkook gasps, picking up speed as his own release grows closer and closer. yoongi lifts his legs and crosses them behind jungkook’s back, holding him impossibly close so that jungkook can really only do shallow thrusts, the pressure of his cock against yoongi’s prostate constant and torturous. he grinds down with every little forward jerk jungkook does, until finally the younger vampire is gasping loudly, hips stuttering as he cums inside yoongi.
“keep going, keep going—” yoongi pleads, urging jungkook with his own body to keep thrusting forward as jungkook rides through his orgasm. the warmth that fills yoongi and the sound of the squelch from jungkook’s cum, alongside the high pitched gasps jungkook keeps letting out at the overstimulation of grinding through his orgasm, tips him over the edge, and with a cry, yoongi orgasms, cum splattering across both of their abdomens.
jungkook collapses onto yoongi, the elder letting out an
oof
as he tries to shift underneath the weight of his big, sweetheart vampire.
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yoongi laughs, the sound filling the quiet room as he whispers goodnight to the viewers and ends the livestream. jungkook is seemingly passed out on top of him, softening cock still inside him even as the cum slowly seeps out of his hole around it.
“jungkook-ah, my sweet sweet boy,” yoongi coos, burying his nose in jungkook’s hair and taking a sniff. he smells sated, scent happy and fulfilled and
safe.
his moment of panic earlier shocked yoongi deeply, and he feels the effect inside him now. his instincts are begging to care for his baby, his fledgling, and he knows he himself won’t feel settled until he has jungkook cleaned, clothed, hydrated, and snuggled up in bed.
“shall we draw a bath, hm?”
jungkook smacks his lips together, and starts kissing at the closest patch of exposed skin on yoongi he can reach with his eyes still closed. “yes please,” he mumbles, gives a quick lap of his tongue against the salty sweet sweat glistening yoongi’s skin. then as an after though, “with bubbles?”
yoongi smiles. that’s the jungkook he knows and loves. “of course with bubbles. what am i, a monster?”
the giggle jungkook presses into his skin has yoongi relaxing into the bedsheets.