It always takes Yoongi's breath away, every single fucking time, watching Jungkook come. He loves the way his eyes scrunch up, the hard set of his brow, how his lips fall open in that first silent cry before all the other sounds rush to catch up. He loves the blissed out expression, how the pleasure softens and sharpens Jungkook at the exact same time. He loves the way he arches, neck on full display while the rest of him rolls back into his hips. But most of all he loves the way it feels when Jungkook lets go, that silky, perfect warmth tightening around him over and over again until Yoongi's the one watching stars burst behind his eyelids, skin prickling with an urgency that only really means one thing. His stomach clenches hard, arousal pooling so fast that it overflows, fuck him more love him more fuck fuck fuck fucking shit.
Jungkook's still moaning his name when Yoongi's orgasm rams into him, hard. A few more erratic thrusts and then he stills, muscles rippling from the sheer sensation of coming deep inside his husband, claiming him, embracing him, making his home in him all over again. All the little satisfactions from earlier are nothing compared to this feeling spreading through his body now, and all Yoongi can do is fuck Jungkook through it, the movements much slower, more sensual as he rocks his hips forward. The sensitivity and exhaustion will come soon enough--for now, though, he can linger exactly where he is, groans spilling out from the kisses he presses everywhere on Jungkook's neck, jaw, ears, feeling absolutely boneless.
While Yoongi would be more than content to simply stay buried inside Jungkook, pulling the younger's back against his chest to curl up and fall asleep, he's also fully aware of his husband's sensibilities. Leaving a mess in bed--or on one another or in one another--isn't exactly acceptable. So eventually Yoongi moves, growling softly as he eases his softening dick out of Jungkook, already missing the warmth. Forcing his jelly-like limbs to work, Yoongi shuffles toward the edge of the bed to grab a couple tissues from the table, making quick work of cleaning off Jungkook's abs. Maybe it isn't his best job--and maybe it's an excuse to dip down and clean up the rest with his tongue. And all he can think of, pressed close once again, is that he hopes it was everything Jungkook wished for. He hopes it was as good as Jungkook imagined for so long--or maybe even better. He wants it all to be worth it, for his husband to have felt just how much he loves him, just how much he wants to make him happy. Nothing is as good as knowing he took care of Jungkook in that way.
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Jungkook's still moaning his name when Yoongi's orgasm rams into him, hard. A few more erratic thrusts and then he stills, muscles rippling from the sheer sensation of coming deep inside his husband, claiming him, embracing him, making his home in him all over again. All the little satisfactions from earlier are nothing compared to this feeling spreading through his body now, and all Yoongi can do is fuck Jungkook through it, the movements much slower, more sensual as he rocks his hips forward. The sensitivity and exhaustion will come soon enough--for now, though, he can linger exactly where he is, groans spilling out from the kisses he presses everywhere on Jungkook's neck, jaw, ears, feeling absolutely boneless.
While Yoongi would be more than content to simply stay buried inside Jungkook, pulling the younger's back against his chest to curl up and fall asleep, he's also fully aware of his husband's sensibilities. Leaving a mess in bed--or on one another or in one another--isn't exactly acceptable. So eventually Yoongi moves, growling softly as he eases his softening dick out of Jungkook, already missing the warmth. Forcing his jelly-like limbs to work, Yoongi shuffles toward the edge of the bed to grab a couple tissues from the table, making quick work of cleaning off Jungkook's abs. Maybe it isn't his best job--and maybe it's an excuse to dip down and clean up the rest with his tongue. And all he can think of, pressed close once again, is that he hopes it was everything Jungkook wished for. He hopes it was as good as Jungkook imagined for so long--or maybe even better. He wants it all to be worth it, for his husband to have felt just how much he loves him, just how much he wants to make him happy. Nothing is as good as knowing he took care of Jungkook in that way.