jungkook honestly thinks that nothing has ever felt this good before. not even the times that he had yoongi before, not even the first time or any of the times after that because none of them could compare to this. none of them had quite the same build up behind them, the anticipation, all of the time spent apart, separated from yoongi, even just the last few months of being with him without really being with him. if he's being honest with himself, those were the worst. because those were the long months of jungkook knowing that he did have yoongi again, had him in his grasp but just so far away, the steady build of longing for this kind of thing day after day and it's all crashing down right here, right now, like this.
it's not like jungkook would have planned on having sex with yoongi, even if he had known that he was going to show up on his doorstep like this. it's not like it was his priority but he should have known better to think that they wouldn't fall into this. to think that yoongi wouldn't make him an absolute wreck with just a single touch. but this is more than just a touch. this is so much more, and jungkook can feel himself practically burning up from the inside out, the very last bits of his sanity not so much falling away as being ripped from him entirely by the sheer force of the pleasure that yoongi gives him.
it doesn't take long at all. not more than a few seconds, really, not once yoongi knows and it's unrelenting, obvious that yoongi wants jungkook to come so why the fuck should he keep trying not to. he doesn't. instead, he lets go. he lets it crash over him with short, desperate sounds until yoongi gives him the final push and has him coming so fucking hard that he honestly forgets to breathe. he forgets everything that isn't yoongi and the feeling overwhelming every single nerve in his body, shaking with fingers tight in his hair and entirely unaware of whatever sounds he might make, whether it's yoongi's name or a mess of curses and nonsense or nothing at all. it isn't until the pleasure starts to subside that he catches his breath, hard and fast with shaky fingers still holding on like somehow his grip on yoongi's hair is going to ground him again.
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it's not like jungkook would have planned on having sex with yoongi, even if he had known that he was going to show up on his doorstep like this. it's not like it was his priority but he should have known better to think that they wouldn't fall into this. to think that yoongi wouldn't make him an absolute wreck with just a single touch. but this is more than just a touch. this is so much more, and jungkook can feel himself practically burning up from the inside out, the very last bits of his sanity not so much falling away as being ripped from him entirely by the sheer force of the pleasure that yoongi gives him.
it doesn't take long at all. not more than a few seconds, really, not once yoongi knows and it's unrelenting, obvious that yoongi wants jungkook to come so why the fuck should he keep trying not to. he doesn't. instead, he lets go. he lets it crash over him with short, desperate sounds until yoongi gives him the final push and has him coming so fucking hard that he honestly forgets to breathe. he forgets everything that isn't yoongi and the feeling overwhelming every single nerve in his body, shaking with fingers tight in his hair and entirely unaware of whatever sounds he might make, whether it's yoongi's name or a mess of curses and nonsense or nothing at all. it isn't until the pleasure starts to subside that he catches his breath, hard and fast with shaky fingers still holding on like somehow his grip on yoongi's hair is going to ground him again.