jungkook knows that he's falling into all of this fast. he knows that it's different from how he usually is, knows while he can still think properly enough to know it that this is getting a little bit out of hand a little bit too soon. but he also knows that he's powerless to stop it. maybe in the beginning he might have tried, tried to resist just how fucking good yoongi makes him feel, tried to resist getting so worked up, so touched out just by expert fingers in a matter of minutes. maybe he would have, but nowadays, jungkook knows better. there's no point in resisting, in even trying to, and honestly, he doesn't want to.
because he belongs to yoongi. because there isn't any part of him that wants to fight it, that wants to do anything but embrace it, fall into it and let yoongi do whatever the fuck he wants, whatever he pleases with him. he's yoongi's, all yoongi's, and there's nothing left to do but let go.
yoongi knows exactly what he's doing. he plays jungkook's body so well now, expertly, just like any of the instruments he's mastered, knowing exactly what to do to get jungkook exactly where he wants him. and jungkook can't help the way he cries out slightly when those talented fingers brush up against him in all the best ways, fuck into him relentlessly until he's just one stuttered breath away from telling yoongi that he's close, because he isn't going to cum without permission. he won't. he's too stubborn for that. yoongi knows without jungkook having to tell him. the sound that the younger makes is somewhere between a whine and a soft noise of relief, almost impossible for jungkook himself to know if he wants more or if he's grateful for the chance to breathe, to not lose it so quickly, for this not to be over so soon.
his head is still hazy, still spinning a bit, his breaths coming faster than usual but it doesn't stop him from moving as soon as yoongi pulls out and tells him what to do. yoongi never has to tell jungkook twice and now is no exception. he pushes himself up, manages to slide his way down onto his knees between the older man's legs with a fair amount of grace, gaze sliding up the length of yoongi's body, and jungkook still doesn't dare to do anything without permission, even if his fingers twitch slightly with how much he wants to. "can i, daddy?" he asks, looking up at yoongi, locking eyes with a gaze that's dark and needy, already a little too close to practically begging yoongi for permission to touch, permission to do away with those jeans, to get a mouthful of yoongi's cock if he'll let him.
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because he belongs to yoongi. because there isn't any part of him that wants to fight it, that wants to do anything but embrace it, fall into it and let yoongi do whatever the fuck he wants, whatever he pleases with him. he's yoongi's, all yoongi's, and there's nothing left to do but let go.
yoongi knows exactly what he's doing. he plays jungkook's body so well now, expertly, just like any of the instruments he's mastered, knowing exactly what to do to get jungkook exactly where he wants him. and jungkook can't help the way he cries out slightly when those talented fingers brush up against him in all the best ways, fuck into him relentlessly until he's just one stuttered breath away from telling yoongi that he's close, because he isn't going to cum without permission. he won't. he's too stubborn for that. yoongi knows without jungkook having to tell him. the sound that the younger makes is somewhere between a whine and a soft noise of relief, almost impossible for jungkook himself to know if he wants more or if he's grateful for the chance to breathe, to not lose it so quickly, for this not to be over so soon.
his head is still hazy, still spinning a bit, his breaths coming faster than usual but it doesn't stop him from moving as soon as yoongi pulls out and tells him what to do. yoongi never has to tell jungkook twice and now is no exception. he pushes himself up, manages to slide his way down onto his knees between the older man's legs with a fair amount of grace, gaze sliding up the length of yoongi's body, and jungkook still doesn't dare to do anything without permission, even if his fingers twitch slightly with how much he wants to. "can i, daddy?" he asks, looking up at yoongi, locking eyes with a gaze that's dark and needy, already a little too close to practically begging yoongi for permission to touch, permission to do away with those jeans, to get a mouthful of yoongi's cock if he'll let him.