it's exactly what he wants. everything about this is just what he wants, feeling the way that yoongi fills him up so good, so perfectly, just like he always does, just like he has every single time. before he met yoongi, jungkook probably would have sworn that he could never take something so big, would have laughed and  said no fucking way. but now he doesn't think he could take anything less and be satisfied, never feels completely satisfied until he has yoongi inside him like this, all the way, exactly the feeling he's been aching for ever since they started this.

it's what he wants, sure, but it's also nowhere near enough. jungkook can't be satisfied with the simple fullness for long, and especially not when his body adjusts so easily now, effortlessly, when all it takes is a matter of a few moments and jungkook wants more, wants yoongi to give it to him the way that he knows his husband wants to. because yoongi is always so good, everything he does is so good, he makes jungkook feel so good and he's already too worked up, mindless with heat and want, so much want for the man on top of him, inside of him that he doesn't even know what to do with all of it.

when yoongi finally starts moving, it's better. it's better but it still isn't enough, even though his slow, deep thrusts pull a groan from jungkook's throat, have him arching up slightly, head falling back because it's hard to do anything but savor every second of this. jungkook's fingers grow restless, smoothing their way up and down yoongi's back, just wanting the heat from skin on skin. he slides his touch up the length of yoongi's sides, over his stomach, chest, like maybe his touches will be able to coax yoongi into doing something, into giving him more. "yoongi." his voice is breathless around his husband's name, more of a groan than anything else, because he's too old and they've been doing this for far too long for him to have any semblance of shame about it. "more.. fuck me, come on."