It's almost as though Jungkook doesn't know what to do with himself. It's obvious that Yoongi sucking him off is lighting a fire underneath his skin that his brain is scrambling to understand, this blinding new sensation that has no comparison to any of his toys, to his own touch. It's something entirely tied to Yoongi, and perhaps there's a selfish part of the older man that enjoys that. There's something greaty satisfying about being the first one to give Jungkook this experience, to have the boy get this much pleasure from what he's doing. He doesn't go so far as to think Jungkook's associating the pleasure directly with him, though. As far as Yoongi is concerned, Jungkook's in way too deep to be thinking clearly about him. Which is just as well, because Jungkook's fully in his heat space right now, growing more and more desperate and uninhibited by the minute, a crying, twitching mess underneath his ministrations. And yeah--he falls apart pretty quickly.
Yoongi swallows nearly everything Jungkook gives him, cum trickling hot down the back of his throat, so much of it that for a few long moments it's all Yoongi can taste. All he can focus on as he continues bobbing on the younger boy's still ridiculously hard cock, a lazy push and pull to help him ride out his orgasm for as long as possible. Realistically Yoongi knows it won't last, won't keep him totally sated, but the constant stimulation is a good thing. He tastes...he tastes like nothing and no one else Yoongi's ever had before. It's as sweet, as thick as the heavy scent of Jungkook's heat, which is inescapable given how close they are. It might as well be flooding all of Yoongi's senses, seeping into his own clothes, his own skin. As a human Jungkook's scent shouldn't really do anything to him, shouldn't awaken some carnal, equally desperate need inside of him, but god, does Yoongi love it.
He has half a mind to simply continue blowing the younger boy, but something distracts him out of the corner of his eye, a flash of movement that has Yoongi pulling off of Jungkook. His dark gaze follow the way Jungkook's shaky hand trails down between his legs, the boy moving with a sort of uncoordinated eagerness as he rubs against his entrance like he's scratching an itch. Yoongi's eyes widen at the way he slips inside not a moment later, middle finger slowly disappearing from view. Yoongi's well aware of the fact that he needs to be filled, that the deepest need in his heat always comes down to being fucked--fucked by anything--but again, seeing it up close and personal is...the raw whine of his name instantly snaps him out of his thoughts. Yoongi's hands give a firm, comforting squeeze to Jungkook's waist before they slip down, moving to push Jungkook's thighs that much further apart. "Let me see you, baby," he breathes, holding the boy's legs slightly back and up against his chest, leaving his ass on full display for him. The sheer amount of slick on him, soaking into the sheets, might have been concerning had Yoongi not known any better. But Jungkook's perfectly normal, perfectly healthy. Presenting so nice, so trusting. "Let me help." With that Yoongi slides two fingers inside right along Jungkook's, slowly, with such mind-boggling ease that Yoongi's cock gives another pitiful twinge. He's breathless, watching Jungkook's wet little hole stretch beautifully around his fingers, accepting him until there's nothing more left to take.
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Yoongi swallows nearly everything Jungkook gives him, cum trickling hot down the back of his throat, so much of it that for a few long moments it's all Yoongi can taste. All he can focus on as he continues bobbing on the younger boy's still ridiculously hard cock, a lazy push and pull to help him ride out his orgasm for as long as possible. Realistically Yoongi knows it won't last, won't keep him totally sated, but the constant stimulation is a good thing. He tastes...he tastes like nothing and no one else Yoongi's ever had before. It's as sweet, as thick as the heavy scent of Jungkook's heat, which is inescapable given how close they are. It might as well be flooding all of Yoongi's senses, seeping into his own clothes, his own skin. As a human Jungkook's scent shouldn't really do anything to him, shouldn't awaken some carnal, equally desperate need inside of him, but god, does Yoongi love it.
He has half a mind to simply continue blowing the younger boy, but something distracts him out of the corner of his eye, a flash of movement that has Yoongi pulling off of Jungkook. His dark gaze follow the way Jungkook's shaky hand trails down between his legs, the boy moving with a sort of uncoordinated eagerness as he rubs against his entrance like he's scratching an itch. Yoongi's eyes widen at the way he slips inside not a moment later, middle finger slowly disappearing from view. Yoongi's well aware of the fact that he needs to be filled, that the deepest need in his heat always comes down to being fucked--fucked by anything--but again, seeing it up close and personal is...the raw whine of his name instantly snaps him out of his thoughts. Yoongi's hands give a firm, comforting squeeze to Jungkook's waist before they slip down, moving to push Jungkook's thighs that much further apart. "Let me see you, baby," he breathes, holding the boy's legs slightly back and up against his chest, leaving his ass on full display for him. The sheer amount of slick on him, soaking into the sheets, might have been concerning had Yoongi not known any better. But Jungkook's perfectly normal, perfectly healthy. Presenting so nice, so trusting. "Let me help." With that Yoongi slides two fingers inside right along Jungkook's, slowly, with such mind-boggling ease that Yoongi's cock gives another pitiful twinge. He's breathless, watching Jungkook's wet little hole stretch beautifully around his fingers, accepting him until there's nothing more left to take.