Yoongi knows he's being grumpy about the whole thing, can objectively understand how ridiculous and amusing it must look on the other side of things. But the thing is, it feels like he's reaching his breaking point. Feels like his body is practically humming with need, aching for a release that's been steadily building for the past few hours--and he supposes a lot longer before that too. Honestly, Yoongi would be fine with just jerking himself off at this point. It's hard to have much shame left when you've already killed it throwing your back out during sex--so you know, he'd consider it.
But that thought quickly crumbles apart under Jungkook's touch, the fact that it's not going away. He's only moving closer, warm breath and low, silky words that have Yoongi all too willing to leave this particular problem in his boyfriend's hands instead. His mind hazes as Jungkook's mouth trails lower and lower, the way that he's hovering over him making him want to cant his hips, yank him down, do something to get some friction. But Yoongi doesn't need to be told twice about not moving. In fact, the only thing he has half a mind to do (and that mostly doesn't hurt) is push himself up against the pillows so he's more or less propped and able to see exactly what Jungkook's doing.
It's been a long time since the boy's been here between his thighs. Yoongi's eyes glaze over just from the image alone, watching him wind slender fingers around his cock once again, so keenly focused it borders on that strange line between adorable and sexy. God, he wants him so bad. The dart of his tongue is brutal, fucking perfect, and even something as simple as that is already leaving Yoongi tipping his head back, craving more of that wet heat. He gives a soft hum of encouragement, and even though it feels like he's dying all over again, he can't help but have a small part of him that's genuinely curious. Jungkook has always been a good student. Always so eager to please, to learn, but the last time he actually got a blowjob from him the boy was still just a teenager. And he's definitely not looking at a teenager now.
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But that thought quickly crumbles apart under Jungkook's touch, the fact that it's not going away. He's only moving closer, warm breath and low, silky words that have Yoongi all too willing to leave this particular problem in his boyfriend's hands instead. His mind hazes as Jungkook's mouth trails lower and lower, the way that he's hovering over him making him want to cant his hips, yank him down, do something to get some friction. But Yoongi doesn't need to be told twice about not moving. In fact, the only thing he has half a mind to do (and that mostly doesn't hurt) is push himself up against the pillows so he's more or less propped and able to see exactly what Jungkook's doing.
It's been a long time since the boy's been here between his thighs. Yoongi's eyes glaze over just from the image alone, watching him wind slender fingers around his cock once again, so keenly focused it borders on that strange line between adorable and sexy. God, he wants him so bad. The dart of his tongue is brutal, fucking perfect, and even something as simple as that is already leaving Yoongi tipping his head back, craving more of that wet heat. He gives a soft hum of encouragement, and even though it feels like he's dying all over again, he can't help but have a small part of him that's genuinely curious. Jungkook has always been a good student. Always so eager to please, to learn, but the last time he actually got a blowjob from him the boy was still just a teenager. And he's definitely not looking at a teenager now.