Hoseok had laughed at him when Yoongi had once claimed sex was the only sport he was good at, slapping his back like he was making some deadpan joke as per usual--but in all honesty, he was being dead serious. Maybe he doesn't have the finesse of an athlete, can't hit moves the way that his dance team can do so easily, doesn't exactly give a shit about participating in anything that will force him to move beyond the bare minimum. But this, this right here--blowing Jungkook so well he can't remember his name, can't even remember to breathe when he comes shaking and thrashing against the mattress--this Yoongi takes the fucking gold in. And he comes out winning every time.
He knows damn well what he's doing when he starts up the tortuous rhythm, knows how wrecked it's already making Jungkook as the boy makes a noise that sounds like it's been ripped straight from his throat, low and guttural and still so needy. He can feel it in the ripple of his muscles underneath his fingers, the way his hips helplessly shudder underneath his commanding hold. And the thing is, Jungkook is strong enough that if he really wanted to, he could break free. He could physically overpower Yoongi easily. But he doesn't. He fucking lies back and lets Yoongi move him into the right position, accepts it so willingly, trusts him without a second thought. He takes it like he doesn't even have the option, like he doesn't even want it in the first place, and that messes with Yoongi so bad on so many levels. Longing and lust tighten dangerously in his stomach, and he's so hard for his boyfriend right now it's a little disgusting.
Effortlessly, he sinks down all the way, further and further until his nose is brushing up against baby soft skin and all he can do is swallow around Jungkook's cock. He holds himself there, digging into his waist the same way Jungkook is mercilessly digging into his hair before pulling off completely a few moments later. The sound is obscene, wet when Yoongi's mouth leaves him, already red and shiny with precum. And then his hand is following suit, pulling back to graze up Jungkook's stomach instead, petting along the taut body. So wound up for him. There's a slight sheen of sweat over Jungkook's entire body already, and it's so alluring that Yoongi can't help but dip down and flutter kisses against his stomach.
"Feel good, baby?" His voice is even huskier now, practically a low purr as he breathes against him without touching. "Is that what you were waiting for?"
He knows it's good, he knows because Jungkook makes it so fucking easy to know--but he wants to hear him say it. Wants to hear him struggle to even get the words out coherently because pretty soon his boyfriend's going to be feeling so good he won't even have that choice anymore, will have nothing left to do but come undone underneath him.
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He knows damn well what he's doing when he starts up the tortuous rhythm, knows how wrecked it's already making Jungkook as the boy makes a noise that sounds like it's been ripped straight from his throat, low and guttural and still so needy. He can feel it in the ripple of his muscles underneath his fingers, the way his hips helplessly shudder underneath his commanding hold. And the thing is, Jungkook is strong enough that if he really wanted to, he could break free. He could physically overpower Yoongi easily. But he doesn't. He fucking lies back and lets Yoongi move him into the right position, accepts it so willingly, trusts him without a second thought. He takes it like he doesn't even have the option, like he doesn't even want it in the first place, and that messes with Yoongi so bad on so many levels. Longing and lust tighten dangerously in his stomach, and he's so hard for his boyfriend right now it's a little disgusting.
Effortlessly, he sinks down all the way, further and further until his nose is brushing up against baby soft skin and all he can do is swallow around Jungkook's cock. He holds himself there, digging into his waist the same way Jungkook is mercilessly digging into his hair before pulling off completely a few moments later. The sound is obscene, wet when Yoongi's mouth leaves him, already red and shiny with precum. And then his hand is following suit, pulling back to graze up Jungkook's stomach instead, petting along the taut body. So wound up for him. There's a slight sheen of sweat over Jungkook's entire body already, and it's so alluring that Yoongi can't help but dip down and flutter kisses against his stomach.
"Feel good, baby?" His voice is even huskier now, practically a low purr as he breathes against him without touching. "Is that what you were waiting for?"
He knows it's good, he knows because Jungkook makes it so fucking easy to know--but he wants to hear him say it. Wants to hear him struggle to even get the words out coherently because pretty soon his boyfriend's going to be feeling so good he won't even have that choice anymore, will have nothing left to do but come undone underneath him.