it really doesn't matter that jungkook has no idea what's about to happen, what this really is, what it all could mean on the human side of things. it doesn't matter that he has no concept of it, of this kind of intimacy, that he's really never even seen it before, has never had the chance or the real curiosity to try and go looking for it, to explore. it doesn't matter that even the heats before now, leading up to now have been so innocent in their own way, the toys, the way that he's touched himself all just a means to an end, a way to try and make it feel better, just what he's supposed to do.
it doesn't matter that his mind doesn't quite understand it, because his body does. his body knows exactly what this is, knows what to do and just how much it wants it, needs it. needs it because it's yoongi, because with every passing second the older man is sliding deeper inside him, deeper, different than anything he's felt before, so much different than any of his toys. yoongi's scent, everything about him is surrounding jungkook, blanketing him, making him feel so comfortable and so much need all at once, so good he could cry and yet somehow not enough at the same time. not enough even though yoongi keeps giving him more, more, until he can't, until there's nothing left to give and jungkook is absolutely full of him, more full than he's ever been, a far cry from what his toys could give him.
because his toys aren't like this. his toys aren't a living, breathing person, aren't warm, soft in all the right ways. his toys don't seem to fit him perfectly like yoongi does, like it's just right, exactly how much jungkook needs without being too much. it doesn't hurt; jungkook's body simply accepts him, all of him, takes it easily and he's still greedy for more, still aching for a kind of more that he can't even begin to articulate, to understand, even as yoongi's fingers brush along his skin, as yoongi is as close to him as he can possibly be, asking him if he's okay. jungkook holds his gaze, his own still dark, pleading, asking for something that he isn't even aware of. he doesn't have to think about his answer, nodding slightly almost as soon as the words have left yoongi's lips, his own fingers still trying to find purchase against the older man's skin, trying to move, squirming slightly after a few moments as if somehow it will start to satisfy the ache that's settling in more fully now, the longer they stay like this. "yoongi," the name comes out easily, without any thought, catching on another breathless whine. "more, please. i want more."
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it doesn't matter that his mind doesn't quite understand it, because his body does. his body knows exactly what this is, knows what to do and just how much it wants it, needs it. needs it because it's yoongi, because with every passing second the older man is sliding deeper inside him, deeper, different than anything he's felt before, so much different than any of his toys. yoongi's scent, everything about him is surrounding jungkook, blanketing him, making him feel so comfortable and so much need all at once, so good he could cry and yet somehow not enough at the same time. not enough even though yoongi keeps giving him more, more, until he can't, until there's nothing left to give and jungkook is absolutely full of him, more full than he's ever been, a far cry from what his toys could give him.
because his toys aren't like this. his toys aren't a living, breathing person, aren't warm, soft in all the right ways. his toys don't seem to fit him perfectly like yoongi does, like it's just right, exactly how much jungkook needs without being too much. it doesn't hurt; jungkook's body simply accepts him, all of him, takes it easily and he's still greedy for more, still aching for a kind of more that he can't even begin to articulate, to understand, even as yoongi's fingers brush along his skin, as yoongi is as close to him as he can possibly be, asking him if he's okay. jungkook holds his gaze, his own still dark, pleading, asking for something that he isn't even aware of. he doesn't have to think about his answer, nodding slightly almost as soon as the words have left yoongi's lips, his own fingers still trying to find purchase against the older man's skin, trying to move, squirming slightly after a few moments as if somehow it will start to satisfy the ache that's settling in more fully now, the longer they stay like this. "yoongi," the name comes out easily, without any thought, catching on another breathless whine. "more, please. i want more."