jungkook doesn't do anything until yoongi gives him permission. he doesn't even so much as steal a touch, almost like the hours of waiting, the frustration, the build up has made him that much more obedient, entirely unwilling to do anything that could compromise his position even slightly. he waits, simply watching yoongi with all the lust and longing and want he has for the older man clear in his dark eyes until he's given explicit permission, until yoongi tells him to proceed, spreading his legs that bit wider, reaching out to pull jungkook in even closer.
yoongi doesn't have to. not anymore, not now that jungkook's done this so many times, he's used to it, nowhere near hesitant or unsure like he may have been in the very beginning. but that doesn't mean that jungkook doesn't like it. because he does, always loves any kind of encouragement, praise that he gets from the older man. and he takes it easily, shifts closer, lets his fingers slide up over yoongi's thighs for just a moment before he's moving them up, unfastening yoongi's jeans, tugging at them just enough to get them out of the way. his boxers come next, pulled down enough for jungkook to pull yoongi's cock out, and he's already so hard that he can't help the soft sound that pushes from his throat already.
it's no secret how much yoongi turns jungkook on. definitely no secret how much he loves his cock, how much he wishes he could have it properly. but he loves this well enough, gives a few slow, firm strokes just to feel it, for yoongi to feel it, too. but he doesn't waste time, either. he doesn't waste time in leaning closer to drag his tongue along the underside of yoongi's cock, from base to tip, in sliding it into his mouth properly without any further teasing. because his job isn't to tease. his job is to be a good boy, to give his daddy exactly what he wants. so that's what he does, steadying yoongi's cock with fingers wrapped around the base so he can sink down around it properly, bobbing his head, starting a rhythm that he knows yoongi likes. it's impossible to resist groaning around the length of yoongi's cock, impossible to resist how much he loves it, getting his mouth around it, big eyes looking up at yoongi the whole time.
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yoongi doesn't have to. not anymore, not now that jungkook's done this so many times, he's used to it, nowhere near hesitant or unsure like he may have been in the very beginning. but that doesn't mean that jungkook doesn't like it. because he does, always loves any kind of encouragement, praise that he gets from the older man. and he takes it easily, shifts closer, lets his fingers slide up over yoongi's thighs for just a moment before he's moving them up, unfastening yoongi's jeans, tugging at them just enough to get them out of the way. his boxers come next, pulled down enough for jungkook to pull yoongi's cock out, and he's already so hard that he can't help the soft sound that pushes from his throat already.
it's no secret how much yoongi turns jungkook on. definitely no secret how much he loves his cock, how much he wishes he could have it properly. but he loves this well enough, gives a few slow, firm strokes just to feel it, for yoongi to feel it, too. but he doesn't waste time, either. he doesn't waste time in leaning closer to drag his tongue along the underside of yoongi's cock, from base to tip, in sliding it into his mouth properly without any further teasing. because his job isn't to tease. his job is to be a good boy, to give his daddy exactly what he wants. so that's what he does, steadying yoongi's cock with fingers wrapped around the base so he can sink down around it properly, bobbing his head, starting a rhythm that he knows yoongi likes. it's impossible to resist groaning around the length of yoongi's cock, impossible to resist how much he loves it, getting his mouth around it, big eyes looking up at yoongi the whole time.