jungkook never would have imagined that anything could ever make him feel this good. not ever, not in his wildest dreams, not even in the midst of the heats he had to manage on his own, when the haze made him delirious, when much more often than not he found himself thinking of yoongi, wanting for the older man to be right there with him so much sometimes that it was like a physical ache. even then, he couldn't have predicted how good it would be once he actually got it. he couldn't have known what kind of sensations yoongi would pull out of him, how effortless it would be, how easily he could lose himself in a kind of heat unlike anything he's ever had before. but here they are. here they are and here he is, legs still spread the best that he can manage even with the way they're trembling right along with the rest of him. here yoongi is, settled right there between them and fucking jungkook with his fingers, continuing to touch and press and rub against whatever it is inside of him that's making him lose his mind. even the first gentle caresses are enough to get jungkook's eyes rolling back all over again, to have choked whines backing up in his throat every time yoongi pauses, lets up, gives him a break so that he doesn't get completely overwhelmed.

he just can't help himself. he couldn't help himself from the start, really, from the second that yoongi confirmed he would stay here with him, just like this. but somehow it's only getting that much worse the longer it goes on, the more yoongi gives him, the more pleasure he continues to pull from his body relentlessly. jungkook's fingers start to slip against the hold he has on his thighs, and all he can do is tighten his grip, holding on so tight that his nails are starting to dig in, that it's likely he could leave bruises on himself if he keeps it up but yoongi told him to, yoongi wants him to, and that's important, just as important as every single electric jolt of pleasure that continues to shoot through him.

jungkook can't keep himself still, even if he had tried, even if he wanted to. the involuntary trembling from the tips of his ears all the way down to his toes isn't showing any signs of letting up, paired with the way he shifts and writhes underneath yoongi's ministrations, like he doesn't know if he wants to press into him more or try to get away from the intensity of the pleasure that yoongi's fingers bring. all the while he's letting out more of those shameless sounds, whines and cries of pleasure that are probably bordering on way too fucking loud but jungkook doesn't care, doesn't have any semblance of it, doesn't have any reason to even try to care when it feels so good. and it doesn't take long at all, a few more well aimed thrusts and drags of yoongi's expert fingers against that spot inside of him before jungkook is cumming again, untouched, cock twitching pitifully against his stomach with the force of it, adding more to the mess he's already made over his skin.