The temperature of their bedroom seems to be climbing higher and higher, and still Jungkook is pulsing even hotter around him, so impossibly, inhumanly hot that if Yoongi weren’t drowning in it himself he may have felt a rush of concern. But this isn’t like when Jungkook first woke up, all sweat-slick skin and bright eyes and a confusing hunger in his belly--when Yoongi was still deliriously thinking his baby was sick with something. This isn’t even like the first time he made Jungkook come, or the second time, how beautiful it was to watch the younger boy unravel and arch against the bed because of his touch. Or when he buried deep inside of him, what feels like both minutes and days ago. During everything that’s happened, Yoongi’s been able to keep some part of himself intact. And maybe the most overwhelming part of it all isn’t the fact that Jungkook breaks, finally, truly breaks from the overstimulation, but the fact that Yoongi can’t even handle it himself.
Because shit, Jungkook is melting around him, so fucking good that he can’t stop fucking into him, forcing out those breathless cries of pleasure with every upstroke. Louder now, so many desperate, sensual sounds dripping from the boy, mixing with his own groans as he only pulls him in closer. Yoongi’s arms grip around his waist, ravaging him like there’s nothing else that matters, absolutely nothing else besides Jungkook and giving him what he needs, what they both need, doesn’t even stop when the boy’s orgasm slams through him. A shaking, boneless, tail-thrashing kind of orgasm, so much more intense than anything Jungkook’s experienced before with his toys. Yoongi knows it in his gut, just like he knows the reason why the younger boy claws into him that much harder, tightening around his length and refusing to let go. Its an animalistic desperation locking down on Yoongi, his heatspace pushing for yet even more, and that’s exactly what Yoongi gives the sobbing boy in his arms--more. Pounding into him, something thick and hazy and blissful sweeping over, Yoongi’s eyes closed as he chases the same pleasure that made his baby fucking see stars. So pretty, baby. Going to make you feel so good, baby. And when he claims Jungkook, coming hard and deep into his bunny’s overheated body, crushing him even tighter against his chest, Yoongi loses himself completely.
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Because shit, Jungkook is melting around him, so fucking good that he can’t stop fucking into him, forcing out those breathless cries of pleasure with every upstroke. Louder now, so many desperate, sensual sounds dripping from the boy, mixing with his own groans as he only pulls him in closer. Yoongi’s arms grip around his waist, ravaging him like there’s nothing else that matters, absolutely nothing else besides Jungkook and giving him what he needs, what they both need, doesn’t even stop when the boy’s orgasm slams through him. A shaking, boneless, tail-thrashing kind of orgasm, so much more intense than anything Jungkook’s experienced before with his toys. Yoongi knows it in his gut, just like he knows the reason why the younger boy claws into him that much harder, tightening around his length and refusing to let go. Its an animalistic desperation locking down on Yoongi, his heatspace pushing for yet even more, and that’s exactly what Yoongi gives the sobbing boy in his arms--more. Pounding into him, something thick and hazy and blissful sweeping over, Yoongi’s eyes closed as he chases the same pleasure that made his baby fucking see stars. So pretty, baby. Going to make you feel so good, baby. And when he claims Jungkook, coming hard and deep into his bunny’s overheated body, crushing him even tighter against his chest, Yoongi loses himself completely.