it's not as if jungkook doesn't trust yoongi to take care of him. it's not as if he thinks that yoongi doesn't know what he's doing, not as if he thinks that the older man won't know what it is that he needs. even though, logically, there isn't much reason for jungkook to think that yoongi would know, considering that he's never been here with him before, never been helping him like this. but even if he were coherent enough to think through all of that, it still wouldn't be the reason behind his mindless whining, the words that are tumbling off of his loose tongue. in reality, it's all just a product of how desperate he is, the way that he just can't help himself, how easy it is to just keep sinking into as much of everything that's good as he can, over and over again. he just wants this. he needs this, needs yoongi to keep touching him now that he knows what it feels like, doesn't want it to ever stop. those are the only real thoughts going through his hazy, delirious mind.
of course yoongi knows how to soothe him. even his voice is enough to at least placate jungkook for the few seconds it takes the touches to come back, the touches that never really left, to reassure jungkook that he isn't going anywhere. maybe later jungkook will think on it more, but for right now, every single drag of yoongi's fingers against any part of him is pulling him apart, pulling him farther and farther away from any semblance of rational thought and it's so good, so easily to just let it happen. jungkook doesn't know how to do anything else. he doesn't know how to feel self conscious or ashamed about this. he doesn't know how to worry about what he looks like or what he sounds like, doesn't know how to try and hold back any part of it for any reason at all. all he knows is how to feel, how to give himself over to it just as completely as he does anything else, and every single thing that yoongi gives him only reassures him, coaxes him into continuing to do just that.
it seems impossible, but it feels even better now than it did before, every drag of yoongi's tight fist around his cock. jungkook can't help it, the sounds he keeps making, choked little cries with each and every stroke that let yoongi know exactly how much he's enjoying it, how good it is for him. the way that yoongi's fingers are gripping him even tighter has him shaking, muscles twitching every so often, but that's nothing compared to the way that it feels when his other hand starts wandering. the way that he's touching him, not quite where jungkook suddenly wants him to be but close enough, the way that jungkook can feel yoongi's fingers rubbing through the slick on his skin and it has his own fingers spreading and then gripping tightly at the sheets like they'll give him something to hold onto, something to ground him even though it's useless, doesn't do anything in the face of the pleasure that's already too much before he can even try and fight it. the second orgasm hits just as full force as the last one, brings the same full body trembles, the same loud cries of pleasure, his cock still twitching and pulsing just as hard with the pleasure, making every bit as much of a mess as he did before. jungkook doesn't have to say anything this time. he doesn't have to whine, to mindlessly plead yoongi to give him more, not to leave. because yoongi doesn't pull back even for a second, yoongi is settling in between his thighs without a pause or hesitation, staring, breathing harder and even just that is enough to make him shiver. he's still looking for more, for so much more despite having cum twice already but yoongi doesn't seem shy about giving it to him if the way he's still diving in headfirst is anything to go by. jungkook can't help the little twitches of his hips, the way that his body is still so eager to search for that much more regardless, the way he whines and cries out all over again at the drag of yoongi's tongue against his sensitive cock, how it gets his toes curling, fingers pulling that much harder at the sheets, has him choking out yoongi's name because as quickly, as easily as he's sinking into the haze of completely mindless pleasure, he's still thinking about yoongi. he's still more than aware of yoongi's presence, yoongi giving it all to him, yoongi being exactly the reason why it feels so, so good, the only other thing filling him up just as much as the pleasure and desire in the first place.
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of course yoongi knows how to soothe him. even his voice is enough to at least placate jungkook for the few seconds it takes the touches to come back, the touches that never really left, to reassure jungkook that he isn't going anywhere. maybe later jungkook will think on it more, but for right now, every single drag of yoongi's fingers against any part of him is pulling him apart, pulling him farther and farther away from any semblance of rational thought and it's so good, so easily to just let it happen. jungkook doesn't know how to do anything else. he doesn't know how to feel self conscious or ashamed about this. he doesn't know how to worry about what he looks like or what he sounds like, doesn't know how to try and hold back any part of it for any reason at all. all he knows is how to feel, how to give himself over to it just as completely as he does anything else, and every single thing that yoongi gives him only reassures him, coaxes him into continuing to do just that.
it seems impossible, but it feels even better now than it did before, every drag of yoongi's tight fist around his cock. jungkook can't help it, the sounds he keeps making, choked little cries with each and every stroke that let yoongi know exactly how much he's enjoying it, how good it is for him. the way that yoongi's fingers are gripping him even tighter has him shaking, muscles twitching every so often, but that's nothing compared to the way that it feels when his other hand starts wandering. the way that he's touching him, not quite where jungkook suddenly wants him to be but close enough, the way that jungkook can feel yoongi's fingers rubbing through the slick on his skin and it has his own fingers spreading and then gripping tightly at the sheets like they'll give him something to hold onto, something to ground him even though it's useless, doesn't do anything in the face of the pleasure that's already too much before he can even try and fight it. the second orgasm hits just as full force as the last one, brings the same full body trembles, the same loud cries of pleasure, his cock still twitching and pulsing just as hard with the pleasure, making every bit as much of a mess as he did before. jungkook doesn't have to say anything this time. he doesn't have to whine, to mindlessly plead yoongi to give him more, not to leave. because yoongi doesn't pull back even for a second, yoongi is settling in between his thighs without a pause or hesitation, staring, breathing harder and even just that is enough to make him shiver. he's still looking for more, for so much more despite having cum twice already but yoongi doesn't seem shy about giving it to him if the way he's still diving in headfirst is anything to go by. jungkook can't help the little twitches of his hips, the way that his body is still so eager to search for that much more regardless, the way he whines and cries out all over again at the drag of yoongi's tongue against his sensitive cock, how it gets his toes curling, fingers pulling that much harder at the sheets, has him choking out yoongi's name because as quickly, as easily as he's sinking into the haze of completely mindless pleasure, he's still thinking about yoongi. he's still more than aware of yoongi's presence, yoongi giving it all to him, yoongi being exactly the reason why it feels so, so good, the only other thing filling him up just as much as the pleasure and desire in the first place.