jungkook needs more of this. that's all that he knows for sure, all that he can even start to think when yoongi's got him so wound up. yoongi is giving him so much, making him feel so, so good, but he needs more. he's desperate for it, crying out when yoongi does the same thing again, grinds his hips against jungkook's nice and slow and deep, giving him a hint of what it is his body is so desperately begging for without actually going all the way. it's the sweetest kind of torture, the kind that only draws it out, prolongs all of the good feelings even if jungkook doesn't know that, even if he doesn't understand it just yet. it's so good he feels like he could cry, and even he isn't entirely sure if it's out of frustration or the sheer force of the pleasure yoongi's giving him.
before he can get too much more worked up, he suddenly finds himself sitting upright, head spinning briefly from the quick, sudden motion. his body catches up faster than his mind does, his legs still wrapped tight around yoongi's waist, arms around his shoulders, keeping them close, keeping himself steady. he doesn't have time to really take in the change of position, though, because like this, every snap of yoongi's hips hits in just the right way, just the right spot, head on every single time and jungkook doesn't know what to do with it, doesn't know how to take something that feels so good while at the same time desperately needing it to continue. the result is nearly the same as before, his entire body seeming to quiver with excitement, loud, breathless, half choked cries of pleasure forced out with every single thrust. jungkook is certain that he's never felt so good, never felt this good in his entire life, finally getting exactly what he needs. good enough that there are tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, that it's a mess more than anything else when yoongi kisses him, when he tries to kiss him back eagerly despite the harsh breaths and loud moans and whines that he can't swallow down, doesn't even think about trying to. it doesn't take long, his body can't handle too much of it, not when it's this good, this intense, not when he's already so far gone in his heatspace that there's nothing to do but feel good, so, so fucking good. his entire body tenses, every last nerve seeming to go on alert, jaw going slack against yoongi's mouth right around the time that it hits him and he comes hard, so hard that he almost can't stand it. he's all shaking limbs and cries of pleasure that are bordering on sobs, fingers holding on, digging in hard, every part of him clamping down, tightening around yoongi like his life depends on it, like it's asking him, begging him for just a little bit more, please.
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before he can get too much more worked up, he suddenly finds himself sitting upright, head spinning briefly from the quick, sudden motion. his body catches up faster than his mind does, his legs still wrapped tight around yoongi's waist, arms around his shoulders, keeping them close, keeping himself steady. he doesn't have time to really take in the change of position, though, because like this, every snap of yoongi's hips hits in just the right way, just the right spot, head on every single time and jungkook doesn't know what to do with it, doesn't know how to take something that feels so good while at the same time desperately needing it to continue. the result is nearly the same as before, his entire body seeming to quiver with excitement, loud, breathless, half choked cries of pleasure forced out with every single thrust. jungkook is certain that he's never felt so good, never felt this good in his entire life, finally getting exactly what he needs. good enough that there are tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, that it's a mess more than anything else when yoongi kisses him, when he tries to kiss him back eagerly despite the harsh breaths and loud moans and whines that he can't swallow down, doesn't even think about trying to. it doesn't take long, his body can't handle too much of it, not when it's this good, this intense, not when he's already so far gone in his heatspace that there's nothing to do but feel good, so, so fucking good. his entire body tenses, every last nerve seeming to go on alert, jaw going slack against yoongi's mouth right around the time that it hits him and he comes hard, so hard that he almost can't stand it. he's all shaking limbs and cries of pleasure that are bordering on sobs, fingers holding on, digging in hard, every part of him clamping down, tightening around yoongi like his life depends on it, like it's asking him, begging him for just a little bit more, please.