Yoongi knows it's probably pointless to be so concerned, obecjtively. But he can't imagine being anything less than careful with handling Jungkook, the trusting bunny in his arms far too precious to him. He still needs the reassurance that this all isn't too much, that Jungkook really is okay with everything that's happening, spiraling further and further from Yoongi's original intentions for tonight. For what it's worth, Jungkook doesn't seem fazed at all by the fact that the cock he was just marveling at a few minutes ago is now inside of him. That Yoongi is pressed so close he can feel the puff of the bunny's shaky breath against his cheek. If anything Jungkook looks like he's experiencing the first true satisfaction he's had all night. Yoongi is transfixed by the look on the younger boy's face, as though he's just as much in awe over how filled he is. He never stops moving, fingers still gripping and demanding on Yoongi's skin, familiar words tumbling out. But his voice sounds different this time. The urgency feels firm, tangible. He can feel Jungkook begging him with his entire body, muscles rippling around him, quick, flurried movements that have Yoongi moving to clench at the bedsheets. More. His baby is okay with more. Thank god.
Fingers twist in the damp fabric as he begins to set a slow rhythm. He knows the harsh pace Jungkook typically sets for himself, can sometimes hear the unmistakable, crude sounds of his toys fucking in and out through the thin walls, but Yoongi doesn't want this to be anything like that. He eases back gently, mindful of the fact that Jungkook's never taken anything this big, nearly pulls out all the way. Jungkook's ass clings desperately to him, and Yoongi has to focus on steadying his breathing when he thrusts back in nice and slow, hips settling once more against the boy's skin. It goes on like that, long, thorough strokes that feed Jungkook's insatiable body, making the boy feel every single inch claiming him, over and over. Jungkook's legs are still in the air, wrapped possessively around Yoongi's waist, and suddenly he wants nothing more than to feel those thighs tremble and shake in pleasure around him. The urge hits hard, the same way bottoming out in that perfect slick feels, and it gets the older man even harder inside of Jungkook. Without even realizing it he starts to quicken his pace, ever so slightly. Enough to turn his voice into something hoarse as he murmurs, "Baby--you feel so nice. Doing so good."
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Fingers twist in the damp fabric as he begins to set a slow rhythm. He knows the harsh pace Jungkook typically sets for himself, can sometimes hear the unmistakable, crude sounds of his toys fucking in and out through the thin walls, but Yoongi doesn't want this to be anything like that. He eases back gently, mindful of the fact that Jungkook's never taken anything this big, nearly pulls out all the way. Jungkook's ass clings desperately to him, and Yoongi has to focus on steadying his breathing when he thrusts back in nice and slow, hips settling once more against the boy's skin. It goes on like that, long, thorough strokes that feed Jungkook's insatiable body, making the boy feel every single inch claiming him, over and over. Jungkook's legs are still in the air, wrapped possessively around Yoongi's waist, and suddenly he wants nothing more than to feel those thighs tremble and shake in pleasure around him. The urge hits hard, the same way bottoming out in that perfect slick feels, and it gets the older man even harder inside of Jungkook. Without even realizing it he starts to quicken his pace, ever so slightly. Enough to turn his voice into something hoarse as he murmurs, "Baby--you feel so nice. Doing so good."