jungkook is entirely oblivious to it, to the way that yoongi could be thinking, feeling about all of this. maybe it would be different if it were any other time, if this had happened any other way, if he wasn't currently so caught up in the thick of his heat that he can hardly even think straight anymore. but he is. he's so caught up that all he can do is just feel, just take it, take everything that yoongi is giving him, absolutely everything about the older man blanketing him, surrounding him, filling him up in a way that's so good, so fucking good, so much better than anything else he's ever had that jungkook could cry from the sheer pleasure, borderline too much, from the way that it feels to even start to get something that might come close to satisfying that insane itch that he's gotten all too familiar with over the years.
yoongi is definitely scratching it. yoongi is giving him absolutely everything that he needs and then some, and it's only more, only better when there are fingers finding purchase in jungkook's hair, keeping him pressed down, when yoongi's mouth is assaulting some of his most sensitive places. jungkook simply can't help himself, can't help the groans and whines of pleasure that yoongi keeps pulling from him just like he can't help the slight twitches of his ears, the shivers that find their way down his spine when yoongi bites or sucks against a particularly good stretch of skin. it's already so good, jungkook is already so far gone in the way that it feels that he doesn't even think about it being better, doesn't even imagine the possibility when yoongi pauses in his rhythm to grind himself that much deeper instead, making jungkook gasp, making his breath catch and stutter with the new feeling. a matter of seconds later and he's crying out, his body giving another little jolt underneath yoongi, thighs tightening around him that much more as soon as his cock even so much as nudges against that spot deep inside of him, the one that feels so good, that makes him immediately want more, like that, again, please. jungkook doesn't have the words right now, he can't find them, can't even try. so instead he begs yoongi with his body, with his fingers gripping tight at yoongi's skin, his hair, anywhere he can find to try and coax him to keep going. with the way that he sounds, whines, whimpers, groans that are louder, borderline desperate, hips doing their best to try and move back against yoongi like he can get more of that feeling even with his thighs still wrapped around the older man so tightly, refusing to let go.
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yoongi is definitely scratching it. yoongi is giving him absolutely everything that he needs and then some, and it's only more, only better when there are fingers finding purchase in jungkook's hair, keeping him pressed down, when yoongi's mouth is assaulting some of his most sensitive places. jungkook simply can't help himself, can't help the groans and whines of pleasure that yoongi keeps pulling from him just like he can't help the slight twitches of his ears, the shivers that find their way down his spine when yoongi bites or sucks against a particularly good stretch of skin. it's already so good, jungkook is already so far gone in the way that it feels that he doesn't even think about it being better, doesn't even imagine the possibility when yoongi pauses in his rhythm to grind himself that much deeper instead, making jungkook gasp, making his breath catch and stutter with the new feeling. a matter of seconds later and he's crying out, his body giving another little jolt underneath yoongi, thighs tightening around him that much more as soon as his cock even so much as nudges against that spot deep inside of him, the one that feels so good, that makes him immediately want more, like that, again, please. jungkook doesn't have the words right now, he can't find them, can't even try. so instead he begs yoongi with his body, with his fingers gripping tight at yoongi's skin, his hair, anywhere he can find to try and coax him to keep going. with the way that he sounds, whines, whimpers, groans that are louder, borderline desperate, hips doing their best to try and move back against yoongi like he can get more of that feeling even with his thighs still wrapped around the older man so tightly, refusing to let go.