The answer: of course Jungkook deserves more. He deserves the entire world, and Yoongi wants to be the one to give it to him, every last bit of it. He's confident no one else could possibly take care of his baby boy the way that he can, the way that he has. It's not just about the money, the security, though those are definitely things Yoongi doesn't take lightly. More than that, he understands Jungkook. The focus and passion he holds for his art beats the same as Yoongi's for his music, the desires he revealed so sweetly in his bed sheets a compliment to his own, his need to please Yoongi just as strong as Yoongi's need to make him feel happy, comfortable, safe.
All things considered, the two of them aren't so different from one another. Perhaps that's why it's felt like the most natural fit, of all the sugar babies he's kept over the years. Though it certainly doesn't hurt that Jungkook happens to be the most gorgeous one he's had, either. And will have.
Yoongi hungrily takes it all, every groan and restless little twitch and press of Jungkook's body, truly coming alive at the added attention. His own cock stirs at how excited Jungkook is, and in a moment his fingers go from half-jerking off the boy to reaching back to grab his ass, using it as leverage to grind the other against him. He's gotten himself off easily, lazily like this, using Jungkook as little more than a personal toy, but his plans for tonight aren't going to look like anything he's done before. Fucking Jungkook is going to be the best reward he's ever received--going to be his special night. He deserves more.
After kissing the boy breathless, Yoongi's grip tightens, dragging Jungkook with him as he walks backwards into the long, leather couch sprawled across the living room. The boy's exactly where Yoongi wants him--seated in his lap--but not exactly how he wants him. "Why don't you slip these off for me?" Yoongi gives a smart slap, eyeing the tight boxers. It's not a suggestion.
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All things considered, the two of them aren't so different from one another. Perhaps that's why it's felt like the most natural fit, of all the sugar babies he's kept over the years. Though it certainly doesn't hurt that Jungkook happens to be the most gorgeous one he's had, either. And will have.
Yoongi hungrily takes it all, every groan and restless little twitch and press of Jungkook's body, truly coming alive at the added attention. His own cock stirs at how excited Jungkook is, and in a moment his fingers go from half-jerking off the boy to reaching back to grab his ass, using it as leverage to grind the other against him. He's gotten himself off easily, lazily like this, using Jungkook as little more than a personal toy, but his plans for tonight aren't going to look like anything he's done before. Fucking Jungkook is going to be the best reward he's ever received--going to be his special night. He deserves more.
After kissing the boy breathless, Yoongi's grip tightens, dragging Jungkook with him as he walks backwards into the long, leather couch sprawled across the living room. The boy's exactly where Yoongi wants him--seated in his lap--but not exactly how he wants him. "Why don't you slip these off for me?" Yoongi gives a smart slap, eyeing the tight boxers. It's not a suggestion.