Just like that Yoongi feels Jungkook's respite from the heat tumble apart. It happens in a matter of seconds, as though the moment he touches the younger boy every nerve ending inside of him shoots off the need for more more more, leaving him whining and trying to grind himself down into the palm of his hand. If anything he seems even more desperate than before, his body literally moving on its own accord to get Yoongi inside of him. Any part inside of him. Yoongi swallows thickly, handling the boys hips with steady, firm hands as he sets him flat against the mattress once again. He may not be the strongest, but he doesn't have to be, not when Jungkook goes limp at even the slightest hint of dominance. He's so submissive that he doesn't say a peep, doesn't argue at all when Yoongi detangles those legs from around him, shifting himself off of the bunny just so he can finally rid himself of the only piece of clothing still separating them. Yoongi relishes the release as much as he does the vision of Jungkook's splayed body, all lithe and open in front of him, and he dives back in without hesitation.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows he's going to have to devote more time to this--eating Jungkook out, finger fucking him sweet and slow, littering his thighs with all the kisses and marks and love they deserve--because even a minute of it must feel like torture to the younger boy. He doesn't need any real preparation, Yoongi knows this, but he still doesn't stop until he's satisfied, until he can draw back up the boy's body and feel the need practically thrumming through every single muscle. That's when Yoongi takes him by the hand. That's when he draws Jungkook down between their bodies, guiding him to his own achingly hard cock. It's nothing more than a light touch, but it's enough. Jungkook has always best adapted to new things around him by touching, smelling, tasting, grounding himself in the sensation, familiarizing himself with it, and Yoongi supposes it's no different now. There's so many things he wonders about--does Jungkook even know this is what some of his toys are symbolizing? does he have any real concept of this outside of his heat? when things go back to normal?--but he can't focus on those thoughts, can't focus on anything outside of the bunny who still just needs his help. Who trusts him to do the right thing. The last thing he wants Jungkook feeling is anything less than completely cared for.
"This is going to feel different than my fingers, Kook," he says, feeling like he needs to mentally prepare the younger boy in some way for what's about to happen. Talking through sex in bun speak was never a skill he necessarily thought he had to rely on, ever, but here Yoongi is, winding Jungkook's strong thighs back around his body, settling closer, angling the boy's hips. It doesn't take much encouragement for Jungkook to fall exactly into place, right hand still lightly holding onto his cock as Yoongi's fingers squeeze gently around his wrist, pushing them both closer to the boy's entrance. "A good different. But if it doesn't feel good, you need to tell me." The words doesn't leave any room for argument, Yoongi staring down at Jungkook with something tender and fiery all at once, expression softening ever so slightly. He doesn't tell Jungkook to pull away. He just gives an encouraging little nod, a murmured go ahead, baby, wanting Jungkook to be the one to guide him inside first, filling himself up with the older man--any way he needs it to happen.
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Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows he's going to have to devote more time to this--eating Jungkook out, finger fucking him sweet and slow, littering his thighs with all the kisses and marks and love they deserve--because even a minute of it must feel like torture to the younger boy. He doesn't need any real preparation, Yoongi knows this, but he still doesn't stop until he's satisfied, until he can draw back up the boy's body and feel the need practically thrumming through every single muscle. That's when Yoongi takes him by the hand. That's when he draws Jungkook down between their bodies, guiding him to his own achingly hard cock. It's nothing more than a light touch, but it's enough. Jungkook has always best adapted to new things around him by touching, smelling, tasting, grounding himself in the sensation, familiarizing himself with it, and Yoongi supposes it's no different now. There's so many things he wonders about--does Jungkook even know this is what some of his toys are symbolizing? does he have any real concept of this outside of his heat? when things go back to normal?--but he can't focus on those thoughts, can't focus on anything outside of the bunny who still just needs his help. Who trusts him to do the right thing. The last thing he wants Jungkook feeling is anything less than completely cared for.
"This is going to feel different than my fingers, Kook," he says, feeling like he needs to mentally prepare the younger boy in some way for what's about to happen. Talking through sex in bun speak was never a skill he necessarily thought he had to rely on, ever, but here Yoongi is, winding Jungkook's strong thighs back around his body, settling closer, angling the boy's hips. It doesn't take much encouragement for Jungkook to fall exactly into place, right hand still lightly holding onto his cock as Yoongi's fingers squeeze gently around his wrist, pushing them both closer to the boy's entrance. "A good different. But if it doesn't feel good, you need to tell me." The words doesn't leave any room for argument, Yoongi staring down at Jungkook with something tender and fiery all at once, expression softening ever so slightly. He doesn't tell Jungkook to pull away. He just gives an encouraging little nod, a murmured go ahead, baby, wanting Jungkook to be the one to guide him inside first, filling himself up with the older man--any way he needs it to happen.