for all intents and purposes, jungkook doesn't actually know what's going to happen. he doesn't know the details, doesn't know what it actually is that he wants from yoongi, doesn't understand how it all works, how it's going to play out. he doesn't know anything right now aside from that he wants it, wants this, wants yoongi close to him in any and every single way that he can make it happen. he needs it, only more and more obvious with the heat still present underneath his skin, the way it's rising more and more to the surface, making itself known just as strongly as it was before. it's the same insistent clawing that comes from being so close to yoongi, having yoongi touch him like this, the way that his body wants him, needs him so much closer, even if jungkook isn't entirely aware of just what that need means just yet.
right now, all the bunny can compare it to is how good it was just a matter of minutes ago, having yoongi's fingers inside him. the concept of anything else is far, far away from his mind, because the simple truth is that he hasn't had the knowledge or experience to know what else could happen, what could be coming next. he definitely doesn't want yoongi to move away from him, but he doesn't fight it whenever he does, whenever the older man is gently pressing him down to the bed, moving so that he can take off the rest of his own clothes instead. jungkook simply watches, stares as yoongi undresses himself, feels the rush of heat that comes with it and everything after, the way that he so effortlessly starts to fall apart all over again even under the smallest bit of attention yoongi decides to give him. it's just good. everything about yoongi is just good, right down to the way that he eventually is grabbing a gentle hold on jungkook's wrist and guiding his hand down to his own cock, silently urging him to explore.
jungkook is all but lost in his heat haze now, but it doesn't stop his ears from twitching in interest. it doesn't stop him from exploring, from touching, from lightly, gently running his fingers over the length of yoongi, marveling in how similar and yet different it feels from when he touches himself. it's an exploration that's easy to lose himself in until yoongi is speaking, until he's moving closer once again, jungkook pliant to the way that the older man guides his legs right back to where they were a few moments ago, shifting into whatever kind of position yoongi tries to put him in. jungkook might not fully understand, might not have all the words, the knowledge and the concept to put with this but when yoongi starts to push himself that much closer to exactly what all of this has been leading up to, when he's looking down at him like that, jungkook's instinct knows exactly what this is, exactly what it is that they're meant to do. he meets yoongi's gaze with one that's dark, all heady and glazed with lust and yet every bit as adoring, as trusting, as loving as it always is. his hips are already trying to tip up that much more, working on their own accord, even before yoongi is encouraging him, letting him know that it's okay to follow that instinct, to do what feels good, to shed the hesitation and go for what he needs. it's a little bit awkward, jungkook isn't entirely sure of the angle, more eager than anything else but it feels good even when he's rubbing and nudging the head of yoongi's cock against his own entrance, making him shiver slightly, trying to push his hips forward until he manages to get the angle right. until yoongi finally starts to slip inside him, jungkook's body offering absolutely no resistance. he's groaning, whining softly even when the first inch is barely inside, his fingers letting go of yoongi's cock in order to scramble up somewhere near his shoulder instead, holding on tight, trying to somehow pull yoongi closer while simultaneously still trying to move himself, as if he'll be able to push yoongi in deeper all on his own and whining a little more insistently when he can't. "yoongi... yoongi, more. yoongi closer."
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right now, all the bunny can compare it to is how good it was just a matter of minutes ago, having yoongi's fingers inside him. the concept of anything else is far, far away from his mind, because the simple truth is that he hasn't had the knowledge or experience to know what else could happen, what could be coming next. he definitely doesn't want yoongi to move away from him, but he doesn't fight it whenever he does, whenever the older man is gently pressing him down to the bed, moving so that he can take off the rest of his own clothes instead. jungkook simply watches, stares as yoongi undresses himself, feels the rush of heat that comes with it and everything after, the way that he so effortlessly starts to fall apart all over again even under the smallest bit of attention yoongi decides to give him. it's just good. everything about yoongi is just good, right down to the way that he eventually is grabbing a gentle hold on jungkook's wrist and guiding his hand down to his own cock, silently urging him to explore.
jungkook is all but lost in his heat haze now, but it doesn't stop his ears from twitching in interest. it doesn't stop him from exploring, from touching, from lightly, gently running his fingers over the length of yoongi, marveling in how similar and yet different it feels from when he touches himself. it's an exploration that's easy to lose himself in until yoongi is speaking, until he's moving closer once again, jungkook pliant to the way that the older man guides his legs right back to where they were a few moments ago, shifting into whatever kind of position yoongi tries to put him in. jungkook might not fully understand, might not have all the words, the knowledge and the concept to put with this but when yoongi starts to push himself that much closer to exactly what all of this has been leading up to, when he's looking down at him like that, jungkook's instinct knows exactly what this is, exactly what it is that they're meant to do. he meets yoongi's gaze with one that's dark, all heady and glazed with lust and yet every bit as adoring, as trusting, as loving as it always is. his hips are already trying to tip up that much more, working on their own accord, even before yoongi is encouraging him, letting him know that it's okay to follow that instinct, to do what feels good, to shed the hesitation and go for what he needs. it's a little bit awkward, jungkook isn't entirely sure of the angle, more eager than anything else but it feels good even when he's rubbing and nudging the head of yoongi's cock against his own entrance, making him shiver slightly, trying to push his hips forward until he manages to get the angle right. until yoongi finally starts to slip inside him, jungkook's body offering absolutely no resistance. he's groaning, whining softly even when the first inch is barely inside, his fingers letting go of yoongi's cock in order to scramble up somewhere near his shoulder instead, holding on tight, trying to somehow pull yoongi closer while simultaneously still trying to move himself, as if he'll be able to push yoongi in deeper all on his own and whining a little more insistently when he can't. "yoongi... yoongi, more. yoongi closer."