Seeing Jungkook take it at both ends makes that pit of desire knot dangerously in Yoongi. Fingers carve out a space for himself inside Jungkook's warm, soft body, all splayed out for him to admire, and it hits all over again, just how much of Jungkook is his. It used to be something he wondered about when it all began, just how well someone like Jungkook could take to something like this. This lifestyle, this relationship that he would never be able to properly describe with his family and friends, this role that has so many demands. Looking down at his boy now, lying there in perfect submission, Yoongi can't imagine having anyone more willing. More obedient. All this from the fresh-faced kid who was already far more talented and hard working than he gave himself credit for. He would have been just fine on his own. Could have been like any other student getting himself through school and making a name for himself. Could have been no one's boy.
Or worse, someone else's. That thought stings more than it should, because now Yoongi knows better.
Yoongi's breath hitches at the way Jungkook's tongue curls around his thumb, the younger boy softly suckling against his skin, looking and sounding completely touched out. It makes him want to keep the boy bent over and simply drive home. Makes him want to rip the orgasm out of Jungkook until he's writhing in his lap, begging and bucking up against his hand. God knows it wouldn't take much, what with the way he's been completely overworked, Yoongi's jeans likely a mess of precum at this point. And as tempting an idea as it is, it still doesn't even come close to how sweet Jungkook's real reward will be.
"Still thinking about how good it would be if I fucked you, hm?" There's a edge to the calm now. Heat simmering beneath the cool exterior as Yoongi expertly angles his fingers to brush against the young boy's prostate. The thrusts are anything but gentle--and as soon as he feels Jungkook racing close to the edge all over again, for probably the tenth time today, Yoongi pulls out completely. He's done plenty to prepare Jungkook tonight--and over the past few months--and now it's the boy's time to return the favor.
Yoongi thumbs over Jungkook's soft lips, dragging a wet stripe as he pulls away, intention clear in the familiar words. "Get on your knees."
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Or worse, someone else's. That thought stings more than it should, because now Yoongi knows better.
Yoongi's breath hitches at the way Jungkook's tongue curls around his thumb, the younger boy softly suckling against his skin, looking and sounding completely touched out. It makes him want to keep the boy bent over and simply drive home. Makes him want to rip the orgasm out of Jungkook until he's writhing in his lap, begging and bucking up against his hand. God knows it wouldn't take much, what with the way he's been completely overworked, Yoongi's jeans likely a mess of precum at this point. And as tempting an idea as it is, it still doesn't even come close to how sweet Jungkook's real reward will be.
"Still thinking about how good it would be if I fucked you, hm?" There's a edge to the calm now. Heat simmering beneath the cool exterior as Yoongi expertly angles his fingers to brush against the young boy's prostate. The thrusts are anything but gentle--and as soon as he feels Jungkook racing close to the edge all over again, for probably the tenth time today, Yoongi pulls out completely. He's done plenty to prepare Jungkook tonight--and over the past few months--and now it's the boy's time to return the favor.
Yoongi thumbs over Jungkook's soft lips, dragging a wet stripe as he pulls away, intention clear in the familiar words. "Get on your knees."