Yoongi savors everything. He can still feel the heat from their kiss, Jungkook's taste as he chews lightly on his bottom lip, struggling to contain his own curses as he bottoms out. It'd be impossible to describe how good Jungkook feels around him. To put into words this tight, searing heat on all sides, and at the same time this incredible softness that opens up so effortlessly. Yoongi's fingertips smooth down to his husband's hips, thumbing slow circles over his skin much the same way he was doing earlier in the evening. It'd an old habit, left over from when they were still new to this, when Jungkook needed time to adjust and Yoongi vowed to make sure he never felt any discomfort from him at all. Sometimes, just because, Yoongi dips back into it. Reassuring Jungkook, making his presence felt is something that never gets old, after all.
Yoongi's gaze never once leaves him, either. From the moment he's inside everything is Jungkook and absolutely nothing else. Those beautiful, starry eyes full of nothing but want for him. The shuddering breaths against his cheek. The drag of his touch along his back, pulling shivers from Yoongi himself. The way his body accepts him whole-heartedly. Yoongi's heart swells all over again with a sharp intensity, overcome with far too many emotions as he looks down at his gorgeous husband, dark hair hanging in his eyes. He leans once more to brush their lips together, ever so softly, for just a brief moment.
And then he starts moving. Languid at first, rocks that leave him grinding gently against Jungkook's hips, even slower thrusts after he pulls out nearly the entire way. Whatever feels right in the moment, whatever sort of mood they're in is how he starts, and knowing what's to come, Yoongi wants to make sure he begins tender. Familiar. That he truly eases Jungkook in, despite the need clenching tighter and tighter within him, his cock twitching inside the younger man, aching to just fucking go. To be fair, Jungkook would probably agree with that sentiment, but it doesn't stop Yoongi from making sure he goes about this the right way.
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Yoongi's gaze never once leaves him, either. From the moment he's inside everything is Jungkook and absolutely nothing else. Those beautiful, starry eyes full of nothing but want for him. The shuddering breaths against his cheek. The drag of his touch along his back, pulling shivers from Yoongi himself. The way his body accepts him whole-heartedly. Yoongi's heart swells all over again with a sharp intensity, overcome with far too many emotions as he looks down at his gorgeous husband, dark hair hanging in his eyes. He leans once more to brush their lips together, ever so softly, for just a brief moment.
And then he starts moving. Languid at first, rocks that leave him grinding gently against Jungkook's hips, even slower thrusts after he pulls out nearly the entire way. Whatever feels right in the moment, whatever sort of mood they're in is how he starts, and knowing what's to come, Yoongi wants to make sure he begins tender. Familiar. That he truly eases Jungkook in, despite the need clenching tighter and tighter within him, his cock twitching inside the younger man, aching to just fucking go. To be fair, Jungkook would probably agree with that sentiment, but it doesn't stop Yoongi from making sure he goes about this the right way.