jungkook is never shy about feeling good. he's never shy about much of anything at all, at least not when it comes to yoongi, and definitely not when they're alone. and right now, despite the haze that his mind is trapped in, despite the mounting heat and desperation and the way that it all only seems to grow more and more intense with every second, it really isn't any different. the only difference is just how much this kind of good makes him feel, how intense it is, how every single sensation leaves him trembling, muscles twitching involuntarily underneath all of yoongi's ministrations, goosebumps prickling over his skin in response to what it feels like when yoongi's lips press kisses along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, how it makes him squirm, gets the whines backing up in his throat as if yoongi isn't already giving him so much, because jungkook can't help it.
he can't help but be greedy when he's getting all of this, when yoongi is making him feel this good, so good, so much better than he's ever felt during one of his heats or at all, really, as far as jungkook is concerned. it's impossible to think about anything else, impossible to even try to think much at all when yoongi just continues to give it to him, when the drags of his hot, wet tongue against jungkook's aching cock, still so new, send lightening rushing through his veins and heat blossoming under his skin constantly, pulling a consistent string of pleasure sounds from him that he can't even try to muffle or hold back.
that's all before yoongi's mouth is around him properly, before he's sinking down around jungkook's cock and the sensation is indescribable, like nothing else that the bunny has ever felt before in his entire life. it leaves his breath hitching and choking on another cry of sheer pleasure, louder now than the ones before, leaves his fingers tightening even further in their sheets, pulling harder, leaves his hips continuing to squirm and twitch, to try and somehow get even more, even under the tight grip that yoongi has against his waist. it's obvious, so much more than obvious just how good jungkook is feeling right now, how good yoongi is making him feel, from the relentless cries spilling from his throat to the way that his cock throbs and twitches eagerly even inside yoongi's mouth, like every single inch of him is still asking for more, somehow. it doesn't take long, barely a matter of a few minutes before jungkook is arching sharply, before he's cumming hot and heavy without much of a proper warning, just giving himself over to how good it feels and nothing else. it's just as good, he cums just as fiercely, just as much, toes curling and the mess he's making only growing more and more. the sheets are well on their way to more than just damp but jungkook doesn't care, he can't care, can't be bothered to think about anything that isn't the intense pleasure and then, during the breaks in between, the need, the desperation, the way that it keeps mounting inside of him even like this, the way that he simply just wants, needs more. his body is aching for it. jungkook knows what it needs, even as mindless as he is now, as much of himself as he's given over to this completely. maybe that has a lot to do with the way that he's detangling his fingers from the sheets, getting one shaky, clumsy hand free just so that he can slide it between his thighs instead. just so that he can drag his fingers through the mess he's made already, so that he can press and rub them against his own entrance, so that he can slide his middle finger inside of himself with absolutely no resistance. it doesn't matter that yoongi is here, jungkook doesn't care about that, doesn't care if he's watching him or not. all jungkook cares about is the heat, the aching, relentless heat that just won't quit, the way that it prompts him into another shaky, broken sort of whine of yoongi's name.
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he can't help but be greedy when he's getting all of this, when yoongi is making him feel this good, so good, so much better than he's ever felt during one of his heats or at all, really, as far as jungkook is concerned. it's impossible to think about anything else, impossible to even try to think much at all when yoongi just continues to give it to him, when the drags of his hot, wet tongue against jungkook's aching cock, still so new, send lightening rushing through his veins and heat blossoming under his skin constantly, pulling a consistent string of pleasure sounds from him that he can't even try to muffle or hold back.
that's all before yoongi's mouth is around him properly, before he's sinking down around jungkook's cock and the sensation is indescribable, like nothing else that the bunny has ever felt before in his entire life. it leaves his breath hitching and choking on another cry of sheer pleasure, louder now than the ones before, leaves his fingers tightening even further in their sheets, pulling harder, leaves his hips continuing to squirm and twitch, to try and somehow get even more, even under the tight grip that yoongi has against his waist. it's obvious, so much more than obvious just how good jungkook is feeling right now, how good yoongi is making him feel, from the relentless cries spilling from his throat to the way that his cock throbs and twitches eagerly even inside yoongi's mouth, like every single inch of him is still asking for more, somehow. it doesn't take long, barely a matter of a few minutes before jungkook is arching sharply, before he's cumming hot and heavy without much of a proper warning, just giving himself over to how good it feels and nothing else. it's just as good, he cums just as fiercely, just as much, toes curling and the mess he's making only growing more and more. the sheets are well on their way to more than just damp but jungkook doesn't care, he can't care, can't be bothered to think about anything that isn't the intense pleasure and then, during the breaks in between, the need, the desperation, the way that it keeps mounting inside of him even like this, the way that he simply just wants, needs more. his body is aching for it. jungkook knows what it needs, even as mindless as he is now, as much of himself as he's given over to this completely. maybe that has a lot to do with the way that he's detangling his fingers from the sheets, getting one shaky, clumsy hand free just so that he can slide it between his thighs instead. just so that he can drag his fingers through the mess he's made already, so that he can press and rub them against his own entrance, so that he can slide his middle finger inside of himself with absolutely no resistance. it doesn't matter that yoongi is here, jungkook doesn't care about that, doesn't care if he's watching him or not. all jungkook cares about is the heat, the aching, relentless heat that just won't quit, the way that it prompts him into another shaky, broken sort of whine of yoongi's name.