By now Yoongi knows what Jungkook's tells are, can pinpoint when exactly it starts becoming too much pleasure for his body to handle. The cries get a little louder, the breathing comes harder, his entire body trembling so bad Yoongi might have thought something was wrong if he didn't know any better, if the jitters didn't directly come from the way he keeps fucking into the younger boy. It's enough, more than enough for Jungkook, who comes untouched moments later. It hasn't even been enough time for Yoongi to establish a proper rhythm, to get his fill of the boy on his tongue, tasting just as good as he smells, sounds, looks--but with the heat consuming Jungkook from the inside out he may as well have endured hours of the sweet torture. The strain of his legs alone makes Yoongi take pity on him, gently pulling Jungkook's fingers away so that he can start to relax. His grip was so tight they leave behind painful looking nail marks, which Yoongi soothes with kisses, his other hand giving the boy a few more languid thrusts. He doesn't stop until Jungkook's cock stills--once he knows there's nothing left for the other to give.
It's around that point in time that Yoongi realizes just how much of a mess it is on their bed--and on Jungkook, the boy looking totally ravaged after the intensity of his last orgasm, like am entire storm just ripped through the room. The entire space practically reeks of sex, and Yoongi has half a mind to simply rip the soiled sheets off right then and there, but that would require moving Jungkook--and Jungkook doesn't look like he quite has the capability to move anything at the moment. So Yoongi settles on whipping off his own shirt and using that as a makeshift rag, cleaning the younger boy off as best as he can, smoothing over his stomach and between his thighs. Not that it bothers Yoongi per se, but he wants Jungkook to be as comfortable as possible, not all sticky and hot and everything else he was whining about earlier in the night. Taking care of his boy simply comes second nature, and now more than perhaps ever before he wants Jungkook to understand that he's here for him. He's still staying. And he's not leaving Jungkook to face this alone anymore.
After tossing his sleep shirt aside and deciding he'll just deal with it later, Yoongi moves further up the length of Jungkook's body, leaning over him but not quite touching. He's a little nervous what would happen if he did, if the contact would be too much for his current over-sensitivity, if he needs some time and space to get back to himself. Four orgasms in ten minutes is pretty damn impressive as far as Yoongi is concerned (and maybe there's a bit of self satisfaction buried somewhere in there as well), but it also gives him pause. He knows what Jungkook needs still hasn't been satisfied yet, the thought making his own hard on strain against the thin fabric of his boxers, practically nudging against the boy's hips. But he doesn't know how much of that--how much of real life sex--Jungkook truly understands. Looking down at the disheveled, flushed, yet somehow still ridiculously attractive boy below him, Yoongi decides to give in to his own human instincts for just a little bit, leaning in for a couple lingering kisses that make his heart swell up. "You're doing so good, Kook. So proud of you."
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It's around that point in time that Yoongi realizes just how much of a mess it is on their bed--and on Jungkook, the boy looking totally ravaged after the intensity of his last orgasm, like am entire storm just ripped through the room. The entire space practically reeks of sex, and Yoongi has half a mind to simply rip the soiled sheets off right then and there, but that would require moving Jungkook--and Jungkook doesn't look like he quite has the capability to move anything at the moment. So Yoongi settles on whipping off his own shirt and using that as a makeshift rag, cleaning the younger boy off as best as he can, smoothing over his stomach and between his thighs. Not that it bothers Yoongi per se, but he wants Jungkook to be as comfortable as possible, not all sticky and hot and everything else he was whining about earlier in the night. Taking care of his boy simply comes second nature, and now more than perhaps ever before he wants Jungkook to understand that he's here for him. He's still staying. And he's not leaving Jungkook to face this alone anymore.
After tossing his sleep shirt aside and deciding he'll just deal with it later, Yoongi moves further up the length of Jungkook's body, leaning over him but not quite touching. He's a little nervous what would happen if he did, if the contact would be too much for his current over-sensitivity, if he needs some time and space to get back to himself. Four orgasms in ten minutes is pretty damn impressive as far as Yoongi is concerned (and maybe there's a bit of self satisfaction buried somewhere in there as well), but it also gives him pause. He knows what Jungkook needs still hasn't been satisfied yet, the thought making his own hard on strain against the thin fabric of his boxers, practically nudging against the boy's hips. But he doesn't know how much of that--how much of real life sex--Jungkook truly understands. Looking down at the disheveled, flushed, yet somehow still ridiculously attractive boy below him, Yoongi decides to give in to his own human instincts for just a little bit, leaning in for a couple lingering kisses that make his heart swell up. "You're doing so good, Kook. So proud of you."