jungkook is into this, so into this, more than willing to lose himself in all of it entirely. he wants to, wants to sink down deeper, deeper into yoongi, into everything he's giving him until he can't possibly get anymore. maybe it's selfish, maybe it's a little greedy but jungkook knows that it's mutually beneficial, knows his husband well enough by now to know he's certainly enjoying himself every bit as much. it's just as good as jungkook had thought it would be, as the fleeting thoughts and fantasies his mind came up with made it out to be. it's even better, feeling yoongi's fingers wrapped around his throat, feeling so completely out of control, feeling the way that everything starts to feel a little lighter.

yoongi eases up on the pressure, lets go without letting go, gives jungkook the space to breathe. and he's taking in air as soon as he can, because his body wants it, needs it, pulling it in in quick gasps at the same time that yoongi is fucking it right back out of him. it's a combination of things he's never felt before, head still swimming, dizzy with pleasure and the brief lack of oxygen that only seems to push it higher, push him higher, makes it all feel so good.

all of the sounds backed up get their chance to escape, leaving jungkook moaning, whining, making sounds he isn't even aware of every few seconds. it's always better like this, better when he's free to let go, when he doesn't have to worry about holding anything back. there's nothing to be embarrassed about, absolutely no shame in the way he lets yoongi know exactly how good it is, one hand still tight around yoongi's wrist, the other skipping its way up to his neck, sliding into his hair. "fuck," he groans out, right around the same time that his thighs start to shake from the intensity of it, when he knows he can't hold on even as much as he wants to. "fuck, yoongi - gonna make me come."