It's almost funny, how quickly the night has completely turned on its axis. Now it seems like it was hours ago when they both suddenly awoke, when Yoongi assumed they could simply go back to bed after he soothed a mild scare. Feels like a different night altogether. Deep down Yoongi knows he's not going to get any more decent sleep--then again, he likely wouldn't have gotten it regardless if he stayed with Jungkook or not--but the truth is that he isn't really thinking about that. Jungkook is enough to keep him totally occupied, every single reaction drawing him in deeper to this part of the boy he does and doesn't understand, that he can't seem to pull away from, that has a longing churning within him to get to know this side of Jungkook that much better. And perhaps to get even closer with the bunny. This is the first time Yoongi isn't going to leave him to deal with this on his own, and as far as he's concerned there's a lot of time to make up.
Because Yoongi would have done these exact same things then, if he hadn't been such an idiot. He would have peppered Jungkook's slick inner thighs with kisses just like this. He would have relished in the sharp cries and whimpers pushing past the younger boy's lips, would have encouraged his noises with more long, languorous swipes of his tongue on his cock, catching the ever steady drip of precum. There's no real need to go slow with Jungkook when he's getting more and more worked up by the second, all tense, quivering muscles underneath him, but this is still brand new. And judging by the sheer pleasure radiating off of his body already, it's the kind of brand new that Jungkook wants more of, needs more of. He nearly sounds like he's choking when he manages to say Yoongi's name, nothing more than a heated burst of electricity that travels straight to Yoongi's own cock, slowly stirring to life and promptly ignored all at once. His own arousal isn't the focus here, won't ever be the focus when his boy is still going through so much distress, completely at his mercy.
So Yoongi doesn't give him a reason to feel any more impatient. He doesn't hesitate before wrapping around Jungkook, taking the hot, leaking cock in his mouth as smoothly as he curled his hand around him minutes before. The last blowjob he gave was months ago, during the disastrous dates-that-must-not-be-named, and before that it had been an even longer dry spell, but he definitely knows what he's doing. In fact, he's always been pretty damn good at it. Which is why he's able to hold onto his composure as he sucks Jungkook deeper inside, the heavy heat of him on his tongue like nothing else he's ever had before, the taste so overwhelming, so good that it leaves Yoongi's head spinning. Lapping at his cock was one thing--having him completely buried in his throat is quite another, a rush that has Yoongi's hands gripping at the boy for a second time. Fingers anchor themselves to Jungkook's tiny little waist, melting into the relentless heat of his skin. His high cheeks are hollowed, pink lips stretched and dark eyes drinking in everything about the writhing boy he's pleasuring--wanting to see just how quick it'll be this time. Just how soon Jungkook will fall apart when he's already throbbing relentlessly inside of Yoongi.
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It's almost funny, how quickly the night has completely turned on its axis. Now it seems like it was hours ago when they both suddenly awoke, when Yoongi assumed they could simply go back to bed after he soothed a mild scare. Feels like a different night altogether. Deep down Yoongi knows he's not going to get any more decent sleep--then again, he likely wouldn't have gotten it regardless if he stayed with Jungkook or not--but the truth is that he isn't really thinking about that. Jungkook is enough to keep him totally occupied, every single reaction drawing him in deeper to this part of the boy he does and doesn't understand, that he can't seem to pull away from, that has a longing churning within him to get to know this side of Jungkook that much better. And perhaps to get even closer with the bunny. This is the first time Yoongi isn't going to leave him to deal with this on his own, and as far as he's concerned there's a lot of time to make up.
Because Yoongi would have done these exact same things then, if he hadn't been such an idiot. He would have peppered Jungkook's slick inner thighs with kisses just like this. He would have relished in the sharp cries and whimpers pushing past the younger boy's lips, would have encouraged his noises with more long, languorous swipes of his tongue on his cock, catching the ever steady drip of precum. There's no real need to go slow with Jungkook when he's getting more and more worked up by the second, all tense, quivering muscles underneath him, but this is still brand new. And judging by the sheer pleasure radiating off of his body already, it's the kind of brand new that Jungkook wants more of, needs more of. He nearly sounds like he's choking when he manages to say Yoongi's name, nothing more than a heated burst of electricity that travels straight to Yoongi's own cock, slowly stirring to life and promptly ignored all at once. His own arousal isn't the focus here, won't ever be the focus when his boy is still going through so much distress, completely at his mercy.
So Yoongi doesn't give him a reason to feel any more impatient. He doesn't hesitate before wrapping around Jungkook, taking the hot, leaking cock in his mouth as smoothly as he curled his hand around him minutes before. The last blowjob he gave was months ago, during the disastrous dates-that-must-not-be-named, and before that it had been an even longer dry spell, but he definitely knows what he's doing. In fact, he's always been pretty damn good at it. Which is why he's able to hold onto his composure as he sucks Jungkook deeper inside, the heavy heat of him on his tongue like nothing else he's ever had before, the taste so overwhelming, so good that it leaves Yoongi's head spinning. Lapping at his cock was one thing--having him completely buried in his throat is quite another, a rush that has Yoongi's hands gripping at the boy for a second time. Fingers anchor themselves to Jungkook's tiny little waist, melting into the relentless heat of his skin. His high cheeks are hollowed, pink lips stretched and dark eyes drinking in everything about the writhing boy he's pleasuring--wanting to see just how quick it'll be this time. Just how soon Jungkook will fall apart when he's already throbbing relentlessly inside of Yoongi.