jungkook doesn't know exactly what it is that he expects. maybe for yoongi to move forward just as quickly, to attach himself to him, to press him down into the bed just like he had him pushed up against the wall only a matter of minutes ago. he knows that that's what he wants. he knows exactly what he wants, which is more of this, more of yoongi, more of everything. but he also knows better than that. he knows yoongi better than that. but that doesn't do anything more to calm the impatience that's crawling to the surface faster, stronger this time.
maybe it's because he knows that there's no pausing this time, no stop and go, no leaving to take care of something and come back after the fact. maybe it's a product of seeing yoongi like this, all stretched out and propped up on his bed, the collar of his shirt slipping low enough to reveal a teasing stretch of skin that he hasn't seen in too long. or maybe it's the way that yoongi's eyes trail over him, the heat that he can feel in his gaze, the way that it sends a pleasant thrill of arousal all the way back down his spine.
he doesn't know exactly what it is that he expects, but jungkook knows that he isn't satisfied with what he gets. he isn't satisfied with the slow way that yoongi moves, with the barely-there touch against the side of his neck when what he needs is so much more. nevermind the fact that his body is already on high alert all over again just because of the proximity, but that's beside the point. he needs to be even closer. needs a lot of things, so he isn't shy or shameless at all in crawling even closer, close enough to be practically straddling him. still on his hands and knees.
"better than sweat and bleach, yeah?" the words are more of a murmured half tease than anything else, a slight shiver running through jungkook before he pulls back, just enough to lean in and kiss yoongi all over again. always impatient, at least until he's left at yoongi's mercy.
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maybe it's because he knows that there's no pausing this time, no stop and go, no leaving to take care of something and come back after the fact. maybe it's a product of seeing yoongi like this, all stretched out and propped up on his bed, the collar of his shirt slipping low enough to reveal a teasing stretch of skin that he hasn't seen in too long. or maybe it's the way that yoongi's eyes trail over him, the heat that he can feel in his gaze, the way that it sends a pleasant thrill of arousal all the way back down his spine.
he doesn't know exactly what it is that he expects, but jungkook knows that he isn't satisfied with what he gets. he isn't satisfied with the slow way that yoongi moves, with the barely-there touch against the side of his neck when what he needs is so much more. nevermind the fact that his body is already on high alert all over again just because of the proximity, but that's beside the point. he needs to be even closer. needs a lot of things, so he isn't shy or shameless at all in crawling even closer, close enough to be practically straddling him. still on his hands and knees.
"better than sweat and bleach, yeah?" the words are more of a murmured half tease than anything else, a slight shiver running through jungkook before he pulls back, just enough to lean in and kiss yoongi all over again. always impatient, at least until he's left at yoongi's mercy.