it doesn't take long for jungkook to start giving himself over to it completely. it's easy to lose himself whenever the need, the desperation is growing inside of him so rapidly, threatening to take over. it's easy whenever yoongi is here with him, whenever he feels so safe, comfortable with the older man. almost as if they didn't have any kind of rough patch at all, because trusting yoongi, because being with yoongi are just as easy to jungkook as breathing. because it's so much of what he's known for as long as he can remember, because there's no reason, absolutely nothing anywhere that could give him even the slightest bit of hesitation, of worry about letting himself be vulnerable, letting his guard down, just letting yoongi take care of him.
yoongi always knows how to take care of him. that's been apparent all throughout jungkook's life and it's the same now, all too obvious in his touches, how effortless they are, how quickly and completely he's giving jungkook everything that he needs. because jungkook is so sensitive, his entire body feels like a livewire, like he's overheating from the inside out, like yoongi could so much as breathe on him and it would make him absolutely crazy. being this deep in his heat already and quickly sinking deeper, the mindless, instinctive needs paired with how new every single touch yoongi gives him means that it wouldn't have taken much. jungkook likely would have tipped over the edge even if yoongi continued running his fingers over him in the same way he already was, if he hadn't changed up what he was doing at all, if he hadn't given him anything more.
but of course yoongi gives him more. it's barely anything at all but to jungkook it's so much, just feeling the curl of yoongi's fingers around him properly, enough to pull a choked sound from his throat, body jolting slightly. the way that yoongi touches him, the way that he drags his thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, how he doesn't waste any time or hesitate at all in stroking him good and proper - jungkook is defenseless against all of it. he's defenseless against the way that yoongi's thumb has him crying out slightly, in the arch of his back and the way that his thighs try to spread that much wider, open himself up that much more, give yoongi whatever he needs to make him feel good. he's defenseless against the quick, easy pace that yoongi sets and the way that it sends fire racing through his veins, how fast it overwhelms him, hips still trying to cant up into it regardless of yoongi's firm hold on him, trying to keep him still. jungkook simply can't help himself. just like he can't help himself when it quickly becomes too much, too much and not enough at the same time, even regardless of the fact that the way yoongi is stroking him gets him trembling, whining, making more choked out little noises with increasing desperation until he cums hard, his eyes rolling back, back arching off the bed that much farther and hips refusing to still, doing all that they can to ride it out instead. he's a mess already and it's only getting worse, the mixture of his release and all his precum coating his stomach, the sheets underneath him already starting to grow damp from sweat and the slick that he's producing steadily now. but jungkook is unaware of all of it. unaware and entirely unashamed, because he can't be, because it's impossible to focus on anything that isn't the intense waves of pleasure until they subside, until he's left with trembling thighs and a cock that isn't any less hard or aching than it was before. if anything, it's only worse, flushed an angry red along with the way that the rest of him is flushed from his neck all the way down to his naval. he's breathing even more harshly than before, writhing slightly on top of the sheets once again when his lips part again and he's mindlessly whining "yoongi .. yoongi, more. need more."
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yoongi always knows how to take care of him. that's been apparent all throughout jungkook's life and it's the same now, all too obvious in his touches, how effortless they are, how quickly and completely he's giving jungkook everything that he needs. because jungkook is so sensitive, his entire body feels like a livewire, like he's overheating from the inside out, like yoongi could so much as breathe on him and it would make him absolutely crazy. being this deep in his heat already and quickly sinking deeper, the mindless, instinctive needs paired with how new every single touch yoongi gives him means that it wouldn't have taken much. jungkook likely would have tipped over the edge even if yoongi continued running his fingers over him in the same way he already was, if he hadn't changed up what he was doing at all, if he hadn't given him anything more.
but of course yoongi gives him more. it's barely anything at all but to jungkook it's so much, just feeling the curl of yoongi's fingers around him properly, enough to pull a choked sound from his throat, body jolting slightly. the way that yoongi touches him, the way that he drags his thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, how he doesn't waste any time or hesitate at all in stroking him good and proper - jungkook is defenseless against all of it. he's defenseless against the way that yoongi's thumb has him crying out slightly, in the arch of his back and the way that his thighs try to spread that much wider, open himself up that much more, give yoongi whatever he needs to make him feel good. he's defenseless against the quick, easy pace that yoongi sets and the way that it sends fire racing through his veins, how fast it overwhelms him, hips still trying to cant up into it regardless of yoongi's firm hold on him, trying to keep him still. jungkook simply can't help himself. just like he can't help himself when it quickly becomes too much, too much and not enough at the same time, even regardless of the fact that the way yoongi is stroking him gets him trembling, whining, making more choked out little noises with increasing desperation until he cums hard, his eyes rolling back, back arching off the bed that much farther and hips refusing to still, doing all that they can to ride it out instead. he's a mess already and it's only getting worse, the mixture of his release and all his precum coating his stomach, the sheets underneath him already starting to grow damp from sweat and the slick that he's producing steadily now. but jungkook is unaware of all of it. unaware and entirely unashamed, because he can't be, because it's impossible to focus on anything that isn't the intense waves of pleasure until they subside, until he's left with trembling thighs and a cock that isn't any less hard or aching than it was before. if anything, it's only worse, flushed an angry red along with the way that the rest of him is flushed from his neck all the way down to his naval. he's breathing even more harshly than before, writhing slightly on top of the sheets once again when his lips part again and he's mindlessly whining "yoongi .. yoongi, more. need more."