there's no way that jungkook can predict what yoongi is going to do, what kind of reward he's going to get on any given day. and, honestly, he's stopped trying. it wasn't hard to learn that yoongi isn't predictable. that's the nature of their relationship, really. jungkook is at his mercy. whatever yoongi wants to give him, whenever yoongi wants to give it, jungkook will take. and he always takes it easily, greedily, always so ready for even the slightest hint of intimacy from the older man, especially when he gets like this. when yoongi gets him this worked up, jungkook really can't help himself. not unless yoongi tells him to, unless he gives him orders, sets the boundaries of what to do and what not to do. yoongi isn't flexible, but that just makes jungkook want to please him even more. to be that good boy, no matter the situation.
right now, jungkook isn't trying to help himself. not when yoongi is kissing him like that, certainly not when hands are sliding and gripping his ass, pulling him in that much more, grinding jungkook against him in a way that feels much too good. it brings memories of other times that yoongi has done this, makes jungkook's mind flash through all kinds of things that only tighten the arousal in his stomach. when yoongi starts walking them backwards, jungkook follows easily. he ends up right in yoongi's lap, right where yoongi wants him and right where he wants to be, another soft sound coaxed from his throat by the way that yoongi gives that teasing slap.
jungkook doesn't hesitate. the second the words have left yoongi's lips he's moving, fingers hooked in his waistband, shifting around enough to get those briefs down and off. he's so hard and it feels so good even to just get that small bit of relief that comes with the freedom, with his cock free to show off exactly how effected he really is, all flushed and slick with precum already. jungkook's breath is coming a little faster, but he sits there in yoongi's lap, waits obediantly until he tells him what to do or continues himself. there's no way he's going to even risk fucking this up or slowing it down by being over eager right from the start.
no subject
right now, jungkook isn't trying to help himself. not when yoongi is kissing him like that, certainly not when hands are sliding and gripping his ass, pulling him in that much more, grinding jungkook against him in a way that feels much too good. it brings memories of other times that yoongi has done this, makes jungkook's mind flash through all kinds of things that only tighten the arousal in his stomach. when yoongi starts walking them backwards, jungkook follows easily. he ends up right in yoongi's lap, right where yoongi wants him and right where he wants to be, another soft sound coaxed from his throat by the way that yoongi gives that teasing slap.
jungkook doesn't hesitate. the second the words have left yoongi's lips he's moving, fingers hooked in his waistband, shifting around enough to get those briefs down and off. he's so hard and it feels so good even to just get that small bit of relief that comes with the freedom, with his cock free to show off exactly how effected he really is, all flushed and slick with precum already. jungkook's breath is coming a little faster, but he sits there in yoongi's lap, waits obediantly until he tells him what to do or continues himself. there's no way he's going to even risk fucking this up or slowing it down by being over eager right from the start.