no matter how much jungkook wants yoongi to fuck him, he isn't expecting it. he learned the hard way not to expect it, after the first few times, after it started to become a bit more clear that it wasn't going to be that quick, that easy, if at all. even going into this entirely inexperienced in this kind of thing, there's still that part of him, that something in the back of his mind that realizes. yoongi has gone slowly with him, started out easy, and jungkook knows it. even as hard as he's pushed him from time to time, closer and closer to what sometimes seems like a breaking point, testing the limits and showing jungkook just how much he can take, just how much he likes taking it .. somehow he still manages to keep pushing harder, farther, even if it's just inch by inch. and tonight it's the way that jungkook feels after being so on edge for hours, so ready for this, ready to be a good boy, to get whatever kind of reward it is that yoongi might feel like giving him.
regardless of learning not to expect it, jungkook can't help it, won't deny that he still thinks about it. he still fantasizes about it, and the whole truth is that he spent a better part of the afternoon thinking about it with a hand around his cock, thinking about it while he fucked himself with his fingers, closed his eyes and tried to fall into imagining what it might be like if it were yoongi sliding into him instead.
it just means that he's that much more prepared, that much more ready for yoongi now. he's ready for the way that his finger starts to press inside, and right now only one is barely anything, not nearly enough for jungkook but still the fact that it's yoongi doing it is so, so much better. the low, soothing tone of his voice only gets jungkook whining softly in response, fingers tightening near yoongi's shoulders, touch smoothing up and down because, just for the sake of it, for the sake of touching at least a little bit more. he doesn't dare to do too much without permission but it's hard, always hard but even moreso tonight to keep himself coherent enough to think about things like that, especially when yoongi's touch is moving over more of his skin, pulling him even closer, making him tremble slightly under his touch along with the words that yoongi is saying.
"mmn.. playing with daddy is so much more fun. so much better," he responds breathlessly, because it's true, and because he's never shy in communicating his appreciation, his gratitude for everything that yoongi gives him.
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regardless of learning not to expect it, jungkook can't help it, won't deny that he still thinks about it. he still fantasizes about it, and the whole truth is that he spent a better part of the afternoon thinking about it with a hand around his cock, thinking about it while he fucked himself with his fingers, closed his eyes and tried to fall into imagining what it might be like if it were yoongi sliding into him instead.
it just means that he's that much more prepared, that much more ready for yoongi now. he's ready for the way that his finger starts to press inside, and right now only one is barely anything, not nearly enough for jungkook but still the fact that it's yoongi doing it is so, so much better. the low, soothing tone of his voice only gets jungkook whining softly in response, fingers tightening near yoongi's shoulders, touch smoothing up and down because, just for the sake of it, for the sake of touching at least a little bit more. he doesn't dare to do too much without permission but it's hard, always hard but even moreso tonight to keep himself coherent enough to think about things like that, especially when yoongi's touch is moving over more of his skin, pulling him even closer, making him tremble slightly under his touch along with the words that yoongi is saying.
"mmn.. playing with daddy is so much more fun. so much better," he responds breathlessly, because it's true, and because he's never shy in communicating his appreciation, his gratitude for everything that yoongi gives him.