yoongi doesn't leave jungkook waiting for an answer to that question. in fact, his answer is almost immediate, so genuine and honest that it would be hard for jungkook to continue to worry about anything, even as far in the back of his mind as the initial worry was already. jungkook knows that yoongi means whatever he says. he knows that he's being honest with him, doesn't have any reason to think otherwise, because they're always honest with each other. because they always have been, because jungkook simply doesn't know anything different, doesn't know any other way to be. all he can do is wear it all out on his sleeve, all he can do is give himself over to it just the same way he gives himself over to any other emotion that he feels, though the heats are at least a thousand times worse. at least that's what they feel like, especially when he's already sweating and he's barely even moved much at all, has only been awake like this for a matter of minutes.
it's something about yoongi. jungkook knows that, knows it deep down in the back of his mind and then some, knows it even if he doesn't realize that he knows it yet. it's like there's something in simply having the older man here with him, something in the soft, gentle touches that are already sending his nerves into overdrive, too much and nowhere near enough all at the same time. jungkook knows what kinds of things feel good. he's gotten his fair share of practice, but every bit of it has been self administered, whether it's his own hand or using the toys that yoongi bought for him, figuring out what to do and how to do it in order to at least take some of the edge off. jungkook doesn't know what it feels like to have someone else touching him, not like this. he certainly isn't used to the warmth of yoongi's fingers, the way that even the slow circles he's rubbing into his skin make him writhe and press up against them, how it's sending all kinds of signals through every single inch of his body.
jungkook can't really ask for what he wants, because he isn't even quite sure himself yet what it is that he wants, what he can ask for, what yoongi will do to help him. he just knows that yoongi will help him, will take care of him, puts his trust in him wholeheartedly just like he does every other time, every other moment of every day without even thinking about it, without even a split second of hesitation. jungkook just lets yoongi, lets him trail his touches lower, lets him nudge his thighs apart, lets him touch him in all the ways he needs so badly without even knowing it. jungkook is responsive from the first second, head tossed back, ears twitching, body trembling slightly with the weight of the unfamiliar kind of sensation. it feels good, feels so good that jungkook is already whimpering, whining softly, canting his hips up on instinct to try and get more of it. his body knows what it wants, what it needs, from the way that his cock is so achingly hard and throbbing between yoongi's fingers already to the way he can't keep from arching and shifting around like he wants to be that much closer, breathing more harshly than before even though yoongi's barely done anything at all.
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it's something about yoongi. jungkook knows that, knows it deep down in the back of his mind and then some, knows it even if he doesn't realize that he knows it yet. it's like there's something in simply having the older man here with him, something in the soft, gentle touches that are already sending his nerves into overdrive, too much and nowhere near enough all at the same time. jungkook knows what kinds of things feel good. he's gotten his fair share of practice, but every bit of it has been self administered, whether it's his own hand or using the toys that yoongi bought for him, figuring out what to do and how to do it in order to at least take some of the edge off. jungkook doesn't know what it feels like to have someone else touching him, not like this. he certainly isn't used to the warmth of yoongi's fingers, the way that even the slow circles he's rubbing into his skin make him writhe and press up against them, how it's sending all kinds of signals through every single inch of his body.
jungkook can't really ask for what he wants, because he isn't even quite sure himself yet what it is that he wants, what he can ask for, what yoongi will do to help him. he just knows that yoongi will help him, will take care of him, puts his trust in him wholeheartedly just like he does every other time, every other moment of every day without even thinking about it, without even a split second of hesitation. jungkook just lets yoongi, lets him trail his touches lower, lets him nudge his thighs apart, lets him touch him in all the ways he needs so badly without even knowing it. jungkook is responsive from the first second, head tossed back, ears twitching, body trembling slightly with the weight of the unfamiliar kind of sensation. it feels good, feels so good that jungkook is already whimpering, whining softly, canting his hips up on instinct to try and get more of it. his body knows what it wants, what it needs, from the way that his cock is so achingly hard and throbbing between yoongi's fingers already to the way he can't keep from arching and shifting around like he wants to be that much closer, breathing more harshly than before even though yoongi's barely done anything at all.