jungkook almost isn't sure how he's going to be able to handle much more of this, isn't sure how he's even been handling it up to this point, but his mind is far too gone to actually focus on any of those kinds of thoughts. he's way too far gone to focus on anything that isn't the pleasure, that isn't the desperation, the ache that's been there this whole time, that's always there whenever he goes into heat but that only seems to grow more and more with every single thing that yoongi gives him. because his body can't get enough of it, because it wants so much more, because he's greedy, so greedy whenever it comes to yoongi, and he has absolutely no sense of shame about it. not right now, not whenever he's so deep in this other part of himself that there's really no going back.
even given the ache, the frustration, everything that's mounting and meshing together jungkook still doesn't seem to be entirely sure about what he wants. he can't decide what's better, his own touch or the delirious heat of yoongi's mouth wrapped around him. it means that when yoongi pulls off of his cock jungkook can't help it, can't do much of anything about the way that he whines slightly, hips lifting up from the bed, placating himself with the way that he never seems to stop moving, following his instincts, the way that his body knows what it wants and he knows what to do. he's had more than enough practice in taking care of himself through his heat, doing something that can at least scratch the surface of the itch, take some of the edge off, that might help him to feel like he isn't completely losing his mind, isn't going absolutely and totally crazy.
it doesn't matter that yoongi is there, right there, so close to absolutely everything that jungkook is doing. it doesn't embarrass him, he doesn't feel much of anything beyond the desperation and the arousal, the need that's simply just building more and more, that encourages him to never still, even when yoongi is shifting their positions, even when he's moving, guiding jungkook's thighs farther apart and up to get a better angle. jungkook is completely pliant to it, moves however yoongi wants him to, too focused on what he himself is doing to even think about it too much, hard to when he's already starting to gently fuck himself open with his finger, getting a slow start. that's just as well, because jungkook is barely even registering the words that yoongi is saying to him before the older man is back to helping him all over again, sliding two fingers inside right along with his own and it's so unexpected, so good, feeling someone else, something else, something that he doesn't have control over doing this to him. so different, so completely brand new and it's the submissive part of him that wins out regardless of everything else, that coaxes him into pulling his own touch back, sliding his finger back out in order to grant yoongi the space to do it instead, because jungkook isn't finished being greedy yet and because it simply feels so good. good enough that the sensation alone is enough to get his eyes starting to roll back slightly, another choked groan catching in his throat, body lighting itself on fire from the inside out all over again, every inch of him starting to quiver with sheer excitement, with all of the good things that yoongi just keeps on giving him over and over again.
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even given the ache, the frustration, everything that's mounting and meshing together jungkook still doesn't seem to be entirely sure about what he wants. he can't decide what's better, his own touch or the delirious heat of yoongi's mouth wrapped around him. it means that when yoongi pulls off of his cock jungkook can't help it, can't do much of anything about the way that he whines slightly, hips lifting up from the bed, placating himself with the way that he never seems to stop moving, following his instincts, the way that his body knows what it wants and he knows what to do. he's had more than enough practice in taking care of himself through his heat, doing something that can at least scratch the surface of the itch, take some of the edge off, that might help him to feel like he isn't completely losing his mind, isn't going absolutely and totally crazy.
it doesn't matter that yoongi is there, right there, so close to absolutely everything that jungkook is doing. it doesn't embarrass him, he doesn't feel much of anything beyond the desperation and the arousal, the need that's simply just building more and more, that encourages him to never still, even when yoongi is shifting their positions, even when he's moving, guiding jungkook's thighs farther apart and up to get a better angle. jungkook is completely pliant to it, moves however yoongi wants him to, too focused on what he himself is doing to even think about it too much, hard to when he's already starting to gently fuck himself open with his finger, getting a slow start. that's just as well, because jungkook is barely even registering the words that yoongi is saying to him before the older man is back to helping him all over again, sliding two fingers inside right along with his own and it's so unexpected, so good, feeling someone else, something else, something that he doesn't have control over doing this to him. so different, so completely brand new and it's the submissive part of him that wins out regardless of everything else, that coaxes him into pulling his own touch back, sliding his finger back out in order to grant yoongi the space to do it instead, because jungkook isn't finished being greedy yet and because it simply feels so good. good enough that the sensation alone is enough to get his eyes starting to roll back slightly, another choked groan catching in his throat, body lighting itself on fire from the inside out all over again, every inch of him starting to quiver with sheer excitement, with all of the good things that yoongi just keeps on giving him over and over again.