Yoongi isn't sure he's ever seen Jungkook worked up quite like this either. He's pushed him hard before, edged him, even gotten his boy close to tears a few times before giving him what he truly needed--but those moments have never been stretched out for hours on end. He's never instructed the boy to spend all day pleasuring himself with no relief. He's never seen this exact look in Jungkook's dark eyes before, only glimpses of it, growing with each passing week, this potential for even deeper, stronger submission. It happens so naturally, so quickly that another man might have missed it in his own haze. But Yoongi notices everything.
Jungkook's ready. Even more ready than he was last weekend, certainly more ready than the first time Jungkook took him in his arms, the younger boy all clumsy, needy curiosity. The signs are everywhere--the sheer trust in the way he clings onto him without any hesitation, how he openly trembles and moans for him, the way his body stirs under his touch like it's coming to life. Yoongi's trained it well, but Jungkook's also taken to the training like no one else. Suddenly, fucking Jungkook tonight doesn't just feel like something he's been waiting patiently on, that he wants to do. It feels like a necessity.
"I know, baby," Yoongi murmurs in that same low, almost consoling tone, pushing just the pad of his finger inside Jungkook, rubbing him gently from within. The rest of it eases inside with hardly any resistance, the boy's own precum slicking the way. The thought of Jungkook perhaps playing with one of his toys, shoving his own fingers in his ass while desperately jerking off in bed passes Yoongi's mind, and it has him sinking in all the way. Arousal pulses hot and heavy within him, his other hand leaving the boy's aching cock so he can feel up his chest underneath the thin T-shirt, manhandle him even closer. Shit, if Jungkook doesn't have the smoothest skin--still fresh from the shower, irresistible.
"Daddy didn't want you to have all the fun without him. That's not part of the plan for tonight."
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Jungkook's ready. Even more ready than he was last weekend, certainly more ready than the first time Jungkook took him in his arms, the younger boy all clumsy, needy curiosity. The signs are everywhere--the sheer trust in the way he clings onto him without any hesitation, how he openly trembles and moans for him, the way his body stirs under his touch like it's coming to life. Yoongi's trained it well, but Jungkook's also taken to the training like no one else. Suddenly, fucking Jungkook tonight doesn't just feel like something he's been waiting patiently on, that he wants to do. It feels like a necessity.
"I know, baby," Yoongi murmurs in that same low, almost consoling tone, pushing just the pad of his finger inside Jungkook, rubbing him gently from within. The rest of it eases inside with hardly any resistance, the boy's own precum slicking the way. The thought of Jungkook perhaps playing with one of his toys, shoving his own fingers in his ass while desperately jerking off in bed passes Yoongi's mind, and it has him sinking in all the way. Arousal pulses hot and heavy within him, his other hand leaving the boy's aching cock so he can feel up his chest underneath the thin T-shirt, manhandle him even closer. Shit, if Jungkook doesn't have the smoothest skin--still fresh from the shower, irresistible.
"Daddy didn't want you to have all the fun without him. That's not part of the plan for tonight."