It would be dishonest to claim it was simply for Jungkook's sake, going slow, making sure the boy was thoroughly aware and comfortable with what he was getting himself into with Yoongi--though of course that was a priority. It's always a priority with his subs. Even more so with someone as young as Jungkook, still just a teenager, just beginning to scratch the surface of adulthood and who he wants to become, how he wants to spend these next four years at university. He had never had an arrangement like this before, obvious to Yoongi from the very beginning, and still he was completely taken by the freshman. He wanted Jungkook's experience to be nothing short of incredible.
The thing is, he wants that for himself too. Taking his time with Jungkook was just another way to reinforce his control, and control was everything. He got off on the way Jungkook's expectations skittered, bowed down to what he was given instead, that no matter what the younger boy craved he had the ultimate say. Yoongi decided what the boy got, and what he didn't get. He decided how he wanted to wreck the boy, for how long, in what clothes, in which position, every last detail belonging to him and him alone. Even now, Jungkook's hands are on an invisible tight leash, gripping at his shoulders, not daring to move too much despite his need. He's learned--because Yoongi's disciplined him to follow the rules.
Such a good, good boy. Yoongi continues to fuck up into Jungkook, enjoying the heat clinging to his finger, the delicious whine he's able to push out of the younger boy. Their bodies are so close he can feel the race of his boy's heart as he palms across his chest, abusing his nipples with light, quick pinches before moving to tug the shirt completely off. Naked, flushed all over, and trembling in his lap--another mental snapshot, Yoongi drinking him in before considering Jungkook's choice of words:
"Let's make it better, then."
He pulls out and easily maneuvers Jungkook to lay down, pressing down on his shoulders until the younger boy is sprawled over his lap instead, cock trapped between Yoongi's legs, ass on full display. Vulnerable. His grip moves up to the back of Jungkook's neck, holding him against the couch with just enough pressure to make his point, while his other hand smooths up the boy's thighs. All sensuous strokes, indulging in the swell of his muscles, every dip and curve of his waist and backside, Yoongi's touch exploring every single corner. And then, without warning, two more fingers sink back into Jungkook, fucking even deeper inside.
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The thing is, he wants that for himself too. Taking his time with Jungkook was just another way to reinforce his control, and control was everything. He got off on the way Jungkook's expectations skittered, bowed down to what he was given instead, that no matter what the younger boy craved he had the ultimate say. Yoongi decided what the boy got, and what he didn't get. He decided how he wanted to wreck the boy, for how long, in what clothes, in which position, every last detail belonging to him and him alone. Even now, Jungkook's hands are on an invisible tight leash, gripping at his shoulders, not daring to move too much despite his need. He's learned--because Yoongi's disciplined him to follow the rules.
Such a good, good boy. Yoongi continues to fuck up into Jungkook, enjoying the heat clinging to his finger, the delicious whine he's able to push out of the younger boy. Their bodies are so close he can feel the race of his boy's heart as he palms across his chest, abusing his nipples with light, quick pinches before moving to tug the shirt completely off. Naked, flushed all over, and trembling in his lap--another mental snapshot, Yoongi drinking him in before considering Jungkook's choice of words:
"Let's make it better, then."
He pulls out and easily maneuvers Jungkook to lay down, pressing down on his shoulders until the younger boy is sprawled over his lap instead, cock trapped between Yoongi's legs, ass on full display. Vulnerable. His grip moves up to the back of Jungkook's neck, holding him against the couch with just enough pressure to make his point, while his other hand smooths up the boy's thighs. All sensuous strokes, indulging in the swell of his muscles, every dip and curve of his waist and backside, Yoongi's touch exploring every single corner. And then, without warning, two more fingers sink back into Jungkook, fucking even deeper inside.