jungkook can't help it, doesn't try to help it, doesn't try to fight the way that every single thing that yoongi does makes him feel like he's going fucking crazy. it's just so easy, so easy to fall into the pattern they've created for themselves, so easy for yoongi to pull out whatever sensation he wants to give jungkook, whatever he wants him to feel, no more, no less. it's so incredibly arousing that jungkook almost can't stand it, his own thoughts combined with just how good yoongi's expert touches are making him feel, coaxing louder, proper groans from his throat when he hits and massages up against just the right spot, the one that gets his hips pushing up a little against yoongi's firm hold because he just can't help it.

going from that to yoongi pulling out of him entirely moments later is enough to coax a sound like a soft whine from jungkook's throat, even if he knows why yoongi is doing it. because jungkook is watching him, his dark, hazy gaze never once leaving his husband, only silently urging him to get what they need faster. yoongi doesn't leave him waiting for long, falling back on top of his body, and jungkook is ready and waiting for him. he's reaching up to try and pull yoongi closer already, leaning up for the kiss that his husband gives him to meet him halfway, thighs spreading as much as he can manage it to give yoongi all the room he needs.

his husband doesn't keep him waiting for long now. it's only a matter of seconds before jungkook can finally feel him pushing inside, the familiar pressure that doesn't hurt anymore, isn't even the slightest bit uncomfortable when he's wanting it so bad like this. it just makes him feel full, full in the best way, full of yoongi in every single way possible as he lets out a breathless curse, fingers smoothing up the length of yoongi's back just to touch, head falling back a little just so that he can look up at yoongi's face and take it all in.