the only thing better than how good it feels to get his mouth around yoongi's cock is how much yoongi likes it, how he makes it obvious that he likes it, how he lets jungkook know just how good he's making him feel. it's not something that jungkook has ever experienced before. not to the level that he gets to with yoongi, at least, because the need to please yoongi, the need for that praise, the need to know how good he is, the best, burns inside of him with a kind of vengeance that he's never had before. jungkook doesn't know where it comes from. it's hard to say whether it's the air of authority that yoongi constantly carries or just how goddamn attractive he is, whether it's how well he treats jungkook, how good he takes care of him, all of the above or something else entirely different. in the end, he supposes that it doesn't really matter. the point is that it feels good, it feels so good just making his daddy feel good and jungkook loves it. he could probably get off just like this, just from sucking yoongi off if he was worked up enough, if yoongi wanted him to, if he told him to do it.
watching yoongi feel good, knowing that he's the reason for making yoongi feel good is one of jungkook's favorite things. he loves it, plain and simple, especially like this. he loves the way that yoongi practically melts back into the couch, the way that he just lets jungkook give it to him, ease all the tension of the work week away, show him just how good he can be. because jungkook can be good. yoongi has taught him how to be good, taught him exactly what to do, what he likes, and jungkook does his best to keep every last detail fresh in his memory, to make sure that every single blowjob he gives yoongi will be even better than the last.
now is no exception. and especially not when yoongi's voice is washing over him, low and raw with arousal in that way that always gets heat dripping down through him, that keeps him just as hard, cock twitching impatiently even though he's ignoring it entirely in favor of focusing himself on yoongi instead. it's worth it, so much more than worth it and jungkook just wants to keep giving it to him good. even when he has to pull off to catch his breath he doesn't hesitate, fingers moving to stroke yoongi with that same strong, firm grip from base to tip a few times over, slide only made that much better by his mouth. it just makes it that much easier to come back to it again, to start taking yoongi in deeper and deeper with each bob of his head this time around, deeper until his eyelids are fluttering slightly, until he has to break the way their gazes are locked in order to close his eyes, to concentrate on relaxing his throat so he can let yoongi slide in even deeper, as deep as he can go. and the feeling only turns jungkook on that much more, coaxes another groan from him throat, fingers moving to smooth along yoongi's thigh, just wanting, so eager to make him feel good.
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watching yoongi feel good, knowing that he's the reason for making yoongi feel good is one of jungkook's favorite things. he loves it, plain and simple, especially like this. he loves the way that yoongi practically melts back into the couch, the way that he just lets jungkook give it to him, ease all the tension of the work week away, show him just how good he can be. because jungkook can be good. yoongi has taught him how to be good, taught him exactly what to do, what he likes, and jungkook does his best to keep every last detail fresh in his memory, to make sure that every single blowjob he gives yoongi will be even better than the last.
now is no exception. and especially not when yoongi's voice is washing over him, low and raw with arousal in that way that always gets heat dripping down through him, that keeps him just as hard, cock twitching impatiently even though he's ignoring it entirely in favor of focusing himself on yoongi instead. it's worth it, so much more than worth it and jungkook just wants to keep giving it to him good. even when he has to pull off to catch his breath he doesn't hesitate, fingers moving to stroke yoongi with that same strong, firm grip from base to tip a few times over, slide only made that much better by his mouth. it just makes it that much easier to come back to it again, to start taking yoongi in deeper and deeper with each bob of his head this time around, deeper until his eyelids are fluttering slightly, until he has to break the way their gazes are locked in order to close his eyes, to concentrate on relaxing his throat so he can let yoongi slide in even deeper, as deep as he can go. and the feeling only turns jungkook on that much more, coaxes another groan from him throat, fingers moving to smooth along yoongi's thigh, just wanting, so eager to make him feel good.