jungkook still doesn't exactly understand what's happening. he doesn't have any words, any real experiences to put with this. he doesn't have any kind of idea about what it all means, whether or not it means anything, if it's something that even goes any deeper than this. right now, he can't think about that. he can't think about any of it, because he's too far gone for that. the brief reprieve that he had from the pull of his heat is over, it's taking him back down, back in just as fully, just as completely as it did before. and being so wrapped up in yoongi, being so close to him, having yoongi inside of him, enveloping him so completely - it only sets off something inside of jungkook that makes it even worse. makes him want it, want him, that much more. jungkook doesn't realize just how much, just how desperately he's begging yoongi, with every last inch of himself. but he is, and the pull is nearly too much.
yoongi doesn't make him wait for long, though. he doesn't make him wait at all, always taking care of him, always giving jungkook exactly what it is that he wants, what he needs, even when jungkook himself isn't sure what that is. he knows as soon as yoongi starts moving, as soon as the pleasure spikes under his skin, just how much he wants it. because it feels good, it feels so good, so much better than any of his toys ever have, so much better even than yoongi's fingers, than the warmth of his mouth and his tongue. because this is simply exactly what jungkook needs. this is what his body wants, what he craves for, what every inch is calling for so desperately. he wants yoongi. needs yoongi, and it isn't hard, doesn't take any effort at all on his part to fall into it completely. not when yoongi is making him feel so good, not when his pace starts to pick up and every single thrust back into his body has jungkook groaning, breathing out pleasure noises that he doesn't have any control over, his fingers tightening against yoongi's skin that much more, looking for something to hold onto. trying to simultaneously ground himself and get that much closer to yoongi all at the same time, more, always more, even as his head tips back and his eyes fall closed, even as he loses himself even further in the pleasure, in the sound of yoongi's voice and the way that it makes him feel when he talks to him like that, praises him like that, makes him feel so, so good.
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yoongi doesn't make him wait for long, though. he doesn't make him wait at all, always taking care of him, always giving jungkook exactly what it is that he wants, what he needs, even when jungkook himself isn't sure what that is. he knows as soon as yoongi starts moving, as soon as the pleasure spikes under his skin, just how much he wants it. because it feels good, it feels so good, so much better than any of his toys ever have, so much better even than yoongi's fingers, than the warmth of his mouth and his tongue. because this is simply exactly what jungkook needs. this is what his body wants, what he craves for, what every inch is calling for so desperately. he wants yoongi. needs yoongi, and it isn't hard, doesn't take any effort at all on his part to fall into it completely. not when yoongi is making him feel so good, not when his pace starts to pick up and every single thrust back into his body has jungkook groaning, breathing out pleasure noises that he doesn't have any control over, his fingers tightening against yoongi's skin that much more, looking for something to hold onto. trying to simultaneously ground himself and get that much closer to yoongi all at the same time, more, always more, even as his head tips back and his eyes fall closed, even as he loses himself even further in the pleasure, in the sound of yoongi's voice and the way that it makes him feel when he talks to him like that, praises him like that, makes him feel so, so good.