Yoongi doesn't expect him to pull back so quickly--or really at all--but the surprise disappears once he notices just how Jungkook's body is reacting to his touch this time. There's little twitching movements everywhere, from his toes dangling in the air all the way to his ears, fluttering about like they're trying to catch an elusive new melody, greedily wanting more. It's Jungkook's signature as an excited little bunny, with or without heat, and if Yoongi weren't currently two knuckles deep inside of him he'd probably spend some time cooing over how adorable he looks. Because he does. Yoongi can't not smile at the way his fluffy white ears swivel in every direction, the older man undecided on whether he's too smitten or too aroused or too much of both. But he can't help it--just like Jungkook can't help but crave for more contact where he needs it most. He loosens himself even further to Yoongi's touch, letting himself be molded into a position that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Slowly, Yoongi pulls out until the pads of his fingers are just rubbing at the inside of the boy's entrance, all maddening little circles until he sinks back inside. A third finger goes with him. Yoongi still can't believe just how pliant he is, how Jungkook's ass just takes him in as though it's the easiest thing in the world. There's no ache, no burn except for the sheer, staggering heat of his body. If Yoongi thought he was feverish on the outside, it's laughable compared to how his insides feel, growing somehow even hotter and slicker the more Yoongi fucks into him. It's as gentle as what the bunny was doing before, but Yoongi's also curious, also struggling to maintain normal breathing, also wanting to give Jungkook everything he's silently asking for. The ears alone spur him on, making Yoongi twist those slender fingers inside of Jungkook, buried deep and reaching even deeper. Searching for what he knows is there.
"Hold your legs for me, baby," Yoongi instructs without thinking twice about it, voice calm, but not unaffected. It's an effort to even get out the husky words when Jungkook keeps groaning, when Yoongi would much rather listen to that sound instead than literally anything else in the world. It's not quite a command, yet he knows Jungkook will comply without question, will take his arms under his knees and obediently keep his legs up and out of the way if that's what Yoongi says. Just enough authority to cut through the haze. And it gives Yoongi just enough space to trail his other hand down the back of Jungkook's thigh, stroking the skin appreciatively as he fucks into the boy at a new angle, twisting his fingers once again. After a few quick thrusts he curls his forefinger back, finally grazing against the source of the bunny's heat, as Seokjin always nicely, objectively put it, unaware that Yoongi didn't need an anatomy lesson on the male body.
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Slowly, Yoongi pulls out until the pads of his fingers are just rubbing at the inside of the boy's entrance, all maddening little circles until he sinks back inside. A third finger goes with him. Yoongi still can't believe just how pliant he is, how Jungkook's ass just takes him in as though it's the easiest thing in the world. There's no ache, no burn except for the sheer, staggering heat of his body. If Yoongi thought he was feverish on the outside, it's laughable compared to how his insides feel, growing somehow even hotter and slicker the more Yoongi fucks into him. It's as gentle as what the bunny was doing before, but Yoongi's also curious, also struggling to maintain normal breathing, also wanting to give Jungkook everything he's silently asking for. The ears alone spur him on, making Yoongi twist those slender fingers inside of Jungkook, buried deep and reaching even deeper. Searching for what he knows is there.
"Hold your legs for me, baby," Yoongi instructs without thinking twice about it, voice calm, but not unaffected. It's an effort to even get out the husky words when Jungkook keeps groaning, when Yoongi would much rather listen to that sound instead than literally anything else in the world. It's not quite a command, yet he knows Jungkook will comply without question, will take his arms under his knees and obediently keep his legs up and out of the way if that's what Yoongi says. Just enough authority to cut through the haze. And it gives Yoongi just enough space to trail his other hand down the back of Jungkook's thigh, stroking the skin appreciatively as he fucks into the boy at a new angle, twisting his fingers once again. After a few quick thrusts he curls his forefinger back, finally grazing against the source of the bunny's heat, as Seokjin always nicely, objectively put it, unaware that Yoongi didn't need an anatomy lesson on the male body.