it doesn't let up. not even when jungkook's orgasm crashes through him, the pleasure stretching out for what feels like an eternity, what seems like far too much, so much more than what his body can handle. it's still just as intense, every single rock of yoongi's hips up into him, the tight grip around his waist, the way he's groaning and jungkook is still so mindless, still letting out choked cries and sobs of pleasure with every one, still shaking and yet doing his best to hold onto yoongi as best as he can. to keep him right here, keep him close, every part of him still holding on so tight, entirely unwilling to give it up yet. and it's good. it's so good, because yoongi knows. he just knows and he keeps giving it to jungkook, keeps giving it to him even when it's borderline too much because he knows that it still isn't enough, isn't enough, until yoongi is cracking and losing himself, until he's coming hard and deep inside jungkook's body and somehow, jungkook feels like he could cry all over again, it's so good. it's exactly what he wanted, exactly what his body's been craving for, so animalistic, instinctual that he couldn't begin to describe it even if he wanted to try. but he doesn't have to. yoongi knows, and just like that, jungkook feels like he can breathe again.
he can't help it, can't do much of anything about the way that he goes slack against yoongi then, slumping against him, head resting near his shoulder. there are still trembles and shakes running through his body, he's still breathing harshly, covered in sweat and all kinds of a mess. but for now, at least, that clawing desperation in his stomach has settled, quieted into nothing. for now, at least, his heat is breaking, and it's a kind of relief that indescribable. it's something that jungkook has never felt before, not without days of torture beforehand, and never with this kind of satisfaction. he can't put it into words, not even if he wanted to. all he can manage is an affectionate nuzzle against yoongi's skin, a few pleased sounds bubbling up from his throat, his own way of expressing his love, his gratitude while he comes down from it, refusing to even start to pull himself away from yoongi at all.
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he can't help it, can't do much of anything about the way that he goes slack against yoongi then, slumping against him, head resting near his shoulder. there are still trembles and shakes running through his body, he's still breathing harshly, covered in sweat and all kinds of a mess. but for now, at least, that clawing desperation in his stomach has settled, quieted into nothing. for now, at least, his heat is breaking, and it's a kind of relief that indescribable. it's something that jungkook has never felt before, not without days of torture beforehand, and never with this kind of satisfaction. he can't put it into words, not even if he wanted to. all he can manage is an affectionate nuzzle against yoongi's skin, a few pleased sounds bubbling up from his throat, his own way of expressing his love, his gratitude while he comes down from it, refusing to even start to pull himself away from yoongi at all.