Of course they both know. It's why Yoongi doesn't bother with stating the obvious, with reminding Jungkook once again not to cum, not yet, not here, not without explicit approval to do so. His boy is too smart, too stubborn not to understand the game by now, to give in quite this fast. Besides, he's done far too well to tarnish his obedience just like that. The thought of disappointing daddy in any way is something Yoongi knows Jungkook takes seriously, completely to heart--and it's evident by the way the younger boy doesn't even hesitate to comply to Yoongi's next demand. Even after getting fucked open, degraded and teased in Yoongi's grasp, Jungkook still manages to keep himself steady. Pride blooms inside his chest all over again, simply watching Jungkook.
Yoongi loves the way he slinks down between his legs. He loves the way Jungkook's gaze rakes over him even more, those big eyes practically glazed over with want, piercing straight through him. Silently pleading before that question even leaves the boy's lips. His boy's thighs look even nicer when he's sitting back on his heels, legs tucked demurely underneath him, his body all tanned skin flushed with arousal, hair tousled from the rough-sweet treatment of Yoongi's earlier grip on his neck. It falls into those dark eyes, and in that moment Yoongi feels utterly weak for the kid. It doesn't matter how many times Yoongi's made the boy go down on him, how many opportunities he's had to see Jungkook from this particularly appealing angle, how many expectant expressions he's received--he can never compete with this. Jungkook's just too damn good.
"Go on," Yoongi encourages lowly, something dark passing over his own eyes as he spreads his legs wider apart. A hand reaches out to pull Jungkook closer, guiding him in like the very first time the younger boy sucked him off. Fingers curl around the smooth skin of Jungkook's shoulder, the mere image of Jungkook hovering over his clothed, incredibly hard cock doing something to that persistent fluttering in his stomach. He can't deny that he's been looking forward to this all day. "Want to feel just how good my boy is."
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Yoongi loves the way he slinks down between his legs. He loves the way Jungkook's gaze rakes over him even more, those big eyes practically glazed over with want, piercing straight through him. Silently pleading before that question even leaves the boy's lips. His boy's thighs look even nicer when he's sitting back on his heels, legs tucked demurely underneath him, his body all tanned skin flushed with arousal, hair tousled from the rough-sweet treatment of Yoongi's earlier grip on his neck. It falls into those dark eyes, and in that moment Yoongi feels utterly weak for the kid. It doesn't matter how many times Yoongi's made the boy go down on him, how many opportunities he's had to see Jungkook from this particularly appealing angle, how many expectant expressions he's received--he can never compete with this. Jungkook's just too damn good.
"Go on," Yoongi encourages lowly, something dark passing over his own eyes as he spreads his legs wider apart. A hand reaches out to pull Jungkook closer, guiding him in like the very first time the younger boy sucked him off. Fingers curl around the smooth skin of Jungkook's shoulder, the mere image of Jungkook hovering over his clothed, incredibly hard cock doing something to that persistent fluttering in his stomach. He can't deny that he's been looking forward to this all day. "Want to feel just how good my boy is."