In all honesty, Yoongi isn't quite used to it feeling like this either. It was such a slow process, even getting to the point where they could kiss at all, but Yoongi made it a point never to get too intense with the bunny. Even the slow, deep kisses he coaxed from the boy, all lazy drags of his tongue as though they had all the time in the world, didn't hold this kind of burn. Jungkook inspires so many things in him, love and protection and awe and ridiculous happiness, but all he can taste right now is desire--and it's growing with each passing second. The whines spilling from Jungkook's throat are too raw to be cute, and the way he grips tight into his hair is too insistent to be like one of their innocent afternoon make out sessions on the couch. And then there's that needy touch, trailing down the length of his back. For a moment it leaves Yoongi breathless, because he's never felt Jungkook there, never felt the boy's fingers graze over so much of his bare skin, much less pull him down for more.
Yoongi's dazed enough to comply without thinking through the action, letting Jungkook tug him down until their chests brush together, hips bumping, and--right, feeling the boy's cock slide against his own through the boxers he somehow still has on is exactly what he wanted to avoid. He's barely able to contain the groan rising from the back of his throat, pressing harder against Jungkook's neck to muffle the sound. He doesn't even notice that Jungkook's stretching himself out more, offering himself up to Yoongi in such a submissive display until it's already done. Once again Yoongi feels powerless against the lure of Jungkook's body, continuing to kiss and lick and suck all over his pretty self so he can keep making his bunny feel good, shivering and panting below him. Just wants to make him feel so, so good. He means every word that he said. There's nothing Yoongi wouldn't do for him, not tonight, not ever. Jungkook may be at his most vulnerable state right now, but he's also completely in control of Yoongi's actions. All he has to do is say the word.
Jungkook's body speaks volumes for him, the way it writhes on the bed beneath Yoongi, toned legs wrapping around his waist so that he can cling that much closer, forcing Yoongi's hips to drop in way that hits a bit too close to home. That feels a bit too good after what feels like hours without any kind of friction on his aching cock. He shudders, forcing back the urge to just straight up grind into the younger boy even though he's positive that would be more than welcome. Because it's obvious what Jungkook's body needs, even if he's not exactly able to articulate it. Not as though it's his own shortcoming--he just doesn't have the language for it yet. Doesn't have the experience. Which is why Yoongi helps meet him where he's at, eventually dragging a hand from the tip of his ears all the way down between his legs, gently rubbing against the slick little hole he had just fucked open. Where Jungkook needs to be truly satisfied. "Closer here?" he murmurs, breaking down an entire conversation's worth of meaning into two simple words. His voice is calm, even if his heart is starting to pound even harder than when he had first realized what his night was going to turn into.
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Yoongi's dazed enough to comply without thinking through the action, letting Jungkook tug him down until their chests brush together, hips bumping, and--right, feeling the boy's cock slide against his own through the boxers he somehow still has on is exactly what he wanted to avoid. He's barely able to contain the groan rising from the back of his throat, pressing harder against Jungkook's neck to muffle the sound. He doesn't even notice that Jungkook's stretching himself out more, offering himself up to Yoongi in such a submissive display until it's already done. Once again Yoongi feels powerless against the lure of Jungkook's body, continuing to kiss and lick and suck all over his pretty self so he can keep making his bunny feel good, shivering and panting below him. Just wants to make him feel so, so good. He means every word that he said. There's nothing Yoongi wouldn't do for him, not tonight, not ever. Jungkook may be at his most vulnerable state right now, but he's also completely in control of Yoongi's actions. All he has to do is say the word.
Jungkook's body speaks volumes for him, the way it writhes on the bed beneath Yoongi, toned legs wrapping around his waist so that he can cling that much closer, forcing Yoongi's hips to drop in way that hits a bit too close to home. That feels a bit too good after what feels like hours without any kind of friction on his aching cock. He shudders, forcing back the urge to just straight up grind into the younger boy even though he's positive that would be more than welcome. Because it's obvious what Jungkook's body needs, even if he's not exactly able to articulate it. Not as though it's his own shortcoming--he just doesn't have the language for it yet. Doesn't have the experience. Which is why Yoongi helps meet him where he's at, eventually dragging a hand from the tip of his ears all the way down between his legs, gently rubbing against the slick little hole he had just fucked open. Where Jungkook needs to be truly satisfied. "Closer here?" he murmurs, breaking down an entire conversation's worth of meaning into two simple words. His voice is calm, even if his heart is starting to pound even harder than when he had first realized what his night was going to turn into.