It's over almost as quickly as it started, Yoongi barely a minute in when Jungkook begins to crash. It's a rapid descent filled with way too many obscene sounds, the noise of their slick skin rubbing together and the desperate, relentless whines choking the back of Jungkook's throat echoing in Yoongi's ears. Maybe if it was that alone Yoongi wouldn't have been as affected, wouldn't feel the slow stirring of something sitting low in his belly as he continues jerking off the younger boy. But the image of Jungkook writhing before him, doing everything in his power to fuck up into his hand, his little hips trying so hard to chase every bit of that sensation, is impossible to turn away from. Yoongi is transfixed, following every single reaction bursting out of the trembling bunny. Soon enough it's too overwhelming for the poor boy to handle and he's coming so hard he falls into full-body trembling, eyes rolling back as he mindlessly rides out the pleasure blooming inside of him. Yoongi sees him through it, just like he's supposed to, continuing to stroke him until he's milked him dry. Cum is splattered everywhere across his flat tummy, even further up his chest, painting the boy's flushed skin in a way that Jungkook doesn't even seem aware of at all--not in the way Yoongi's body is fully, regretfully aware of it.
In fact Jungkook seems to be in even more of a daze than he was before, a feat that would seriously concern Yoongi were it not for the experience and knowledge of the past few years. Of course he knows that this isn't enough for Jungkook--not even close. A simple handjob can offer some good initial relief, but only in succession. One alone will just make the discomfort worse, pleasure quickly morphing back into the unbearable frustration. Yoongi knows this, knows just what Jungkook's body is capable of in heat, and yet seeing him maintain his hardness even after that rough session is kind of astounding. It looks nearly painful, how fiercely aroused Jungkook is. "Shh, baby, I know," he quietly comforts the boy, knowing his voice alone should do the trick of settling something inside the other. Yoongi's still here, and he's not going anywhere. He's certainly not going to leave Jungkook alone after just one round--if they're going to do this right, then they're in it for the long haul.
Yoongi's hand starts moving again before he's even done speaking. It never pulled away from Jungkook, hovering somewhere at a dry spot on his waist, but with that he's back to stroking the aching, hard length curving toward Jungkook's navel. His cock feels even hotter in his fingers the second time around, twitching at the familiar attention. It's so wet that Yoongi has to grip him even firmer just so he won't slide off, making a tight fist and jerking him with slow, shallow movements. Every flick of his wrist wrenches a cry from the boy splayed out below him, thighs spread so far apart that Yoongi has a front row seat to just how much slick is leaking out of him, dampening the sheets. Yoongi's never seen it up close before, and without trying to he ends up getting Jungkook off even quicker than the first time, the fingers of his other hand trailing just underneath his ass, rubbing into the thick liquid. Jungkook is much too sensitive for the double treatment, and before Yoongi knows it they're right back where they started mere minutes ago--only this time his own breathing comes out short, labored. His dark, hooded eyes are still arrested by the sight of Jungkook, but they draw closer now, Yoongi shifting so that he can settle between the bunny's open legs and everything buried in between. Resting on his stomach, Yoongi takes the still-hard cock in his palm, staring, and pushes it flat against Jungkook's stomach. It feels like he's on a strange autopilot when he laps at the other's balls, cleaning up the precum steadily dripping down his body, before dragging the flat of his tongue up the underside of Jungkook's dick. As if he's acting on instinct as well, Jungkook's need taking up a home inside of his own body, mingling with something he still doesn't quite want to put a name to yet. All he wants is for Jungkook to keep feeling pleasure.
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In fact Jungkook seems to be in even more of a daze than he was before, a feat that would seriously concern Yoongi were it not for the experience and knowledge of the past few years. Of course he knows that this isn't enough for Jungkook--not even close. A simple handjob can offer some good initial relief, but only in succession. One alone will just make the discomfort worse, pleasure quickly morphing back into the unbearable frustration. Yoongi knows this, knows just what Jungkook's body is capable of in heat, and yet seeing him maintain his hardness even after that rough session is kind of astounding. It looks nearly painful, how fiercely aroused Jungkook is. "Shh, baby, I know," he quietly comforts the boy, knowing his voice alone should do the trick of settling something inside the other. Yoongi's still here, and he's not going anywhere. He's certainly not going to leave Jungkook alone after just one round--if they're going to do this right, then they're in it for the long haul.
Yoongi's hand starts moving again before he's even done speaking. It never pulled away from Jungkook, hovering somewhere at a dry spot on his waist, but with that he's back to stroking the aching, hard length curving toward Jungkook's navel. His cock feels even hotter in his fingers the second time around, twitching at the familiar attention. It's so wet that Yoongi has to grip him even firmer just so he won't slide off, making a tight fist and jerking him with slow, shallow movements. Every flick of his wrist wrenches a cry from the boy splayed out below him, thighs spread so far apart that Yoongi has a front row seat to just how much slick is leaking out of him, dampening the sheets. Yoongi's never seen it up close before, and without trying to he ends up getting Jungkook off even quicker than the first time, the fingers of his other hand trailing just underneath his ass, rubbing into the thick liquid. Jungkook is much too sensitive for the double treatment, and before Yoongi knows it they're right back where they started mere minutes ago--only this time his own breathing comes out short, labored. His dark, hooded eyes are still arrested by the sight of Jungkook, but they draw closer now, Yoongi shifting so that he can settle between the bunny's open legs and everything buried in between. Resting on his stomach, Yoongi takes the still-hard cock in his palm, staring, and pushes it flat against Jungkook's stomach. It feels like he's on a strange autopilot when he laps at the other's balls, cleaning up the precum steadily dripping down his body, before dragging the flat of his tongue up the underside of Jungkook's dick. As if he's acting on instinct as well, Jungkook's need taking up a home inside of his own body, mingling with something he still doesn't quite want to put a name to yet. All he wants is for Jungkook to keep feeling pleasure.