jungkook has always been in the palm of yoongi hand. he's always been easy, even right from the beginning. maybe it has to do with that calm authority that yoongi exudes in everything he does. maybe there's just been something there all along, something deep inside of jungkook that's always known it's exactly what he wanted, maybe even what he needed, to belong to someone. to submit to someone, to give up control to someone so fully, so completely. maybe it's all of the above or something entirely different. the reasoning doesn't matter now.

nothing else really matters when yoongi's got him like this. all kinds of vulnerable, spread across his lap on full display and god, jungkook loves it. its entirely obvious how much he loves it in how hard he still is, how he's probably making a bit of a mess between yoongi's legs where his cock is trapped now, especially now that yoongi is fucking him open properly, giving it to him nice and good with his fingers. jungkook could cum like this. he has before, multiple times, and with the way the position gives yoongi such control, with how worked up he is it's almost a relief every time yoongi smacks his ass, grabs at it, gives him even the slightest break so that he doesn't get too close too fast. a relief and yet that special yoongi brand of torture all the same, the one that drives him insane, that he can never quite get enough of.

it feels good. it feels so good, and jungkook isn't shy about it, about letting yoongi know just how much he appreciates every thrust of fingers inside of him, his eyes fluttering closed, jaw going slack the better, deeper yoongi finger fucks him. he doesn't expect the brush of the older man's thumb over his tongue but he welcomes it, can't help the way his tongue laves over it on instinct, the way he wants to suck on it, and maybe he starts to, just a little. "yes," he breathes around it the best that he can. "mn - god. yes, daddy."