jungkook knows that it's what yoongi wants to hear. he knows before the words are even out of his mouth, just like he knows that it's so much better because it's not just pretty words. because it's the truth, because he's been so good, because he's been waiting, because the reason why he's like this, the reason why he's hard as hell standing in the middle of the living room, getting this low, soft praise that he craves so much is exactly because he deserves it. because he was a good boy, just like he was supposed to be. just like he always wants to be. each and every little bit of it that yoongi gives him, that he offers up gets to him even more, even better, because jungkook is always greedy, always so much more than willing to soak it up.
it's not something that he started out with. none of this is. it's taken time, time and effort on both of their parts, for jungkook to really understand the way that all of this works. it's taken time for him to unlock the parts of himself that yoongi really wanted to get at the most, without even knowing it. time for him to really want it, from way down deep in his bones.
he wants it now. he wants everything about it, wants every single thing that yoongi is willing to offer up to him. he wants all of it and then some, never seems to stop wanting it, and it's at least a million times worse when yoongi is right here, when he's standing in front of him like this, still in his immaculate work clothes, completely calm and composed while jungkook feels like he could fall apart at any second and yoongi isn't even properly touching him yet.
that doesn't take long. the first touch of yoongi's fingers against him through his briefs get jungkook's breath stuttering, and he gasps without trying to restrain it. he doesn't try to hold himself back anymore, so there's no shame in the soft whine that follows, the way that he exhales just as shakily, trying to suppress the urge to tilt his hips forward, to press in for more of that touch already.
"i was thinking about you," he responds, voice already dipping into something a little more distracted, because it's hard not to be when yoongi is touching him after he's been waiting for so long. "i was thinking about how good it would be if you fucked me."
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it's not something that he started out with. none of this is. it's taken time, time and effort on both of their parts, for jungkook to really understand the way that all of this works. it's taken time for him to unlock the parts of himself that yoongi really wanted to get at the most, without even knowing it. time for him to really want it, from way down deep in his bones.
he wants it now. he wants everything about it, wants every single thing that yoongi is willing to offer up to him. he wants all of it and then some, never seems to stop wanting it, and it's at least a million times worse when yoongi is right here, when he's standing in front of him like this, still in his immaculate work clothes, completely calm and composed while jungkook feels like he could fall apart at any second and yoongi isn't even properly touching him yet.
that doesn't take long. the first touch of yoongi's fingers against him through his briefs get jungkook's breath stuttering, and he gasps without trying to restrain it. he doesn't try to hold himself back anymore, so there's no shame in the soft whine that follows, the way that he exhales just as shakily, trying to suppress the urge to tilt his hips forward, to press in for more of that touch already.
"i was thinking about you," he responds, voice already dipping into something a little more distracted, because it's hard not to be when yoongi is touching him after he's been waiting for so long. "i was thinking about how good it would be if you fucked me."