it's familiar enough that there's no reason for jungkook to think that this would go any differently. it doesn't matter how often they do this, doesn't matter how used to it he gets - he never stops loving it. he never stops wanting it, and thank god yoongi doesn't either. thank god yoongi seems to sink into it all just as much as jungkook does, never has any problems with letting jungkook go down on him, never struggles to let go and come, hard, just the way that he jungkook loves to make him. just the way that his daddy deserves to, each and every time. and even the thought of it now has his nerves on edge, pushes the way that he keeps it up, the way that he doesn't back down even for a second in giving it to yoongi as good as he can.
of course, it helps when yoongi tangles fingers in his hair like that. when he's pushing and holding jungkook right where he wants him. when he's fucking into his throat, taking control and giving it back, a push and pull that keeps jungkook groaning when he can manage it, and he can't breathe properly but it doesn't matter. he doesn't need to. not when he's doing this instead, not when it feels so good, when he can feel his mind starting to fade out into something that's all pleasant, raw, where he doesn't think about anything, where he just wants, feels. wants to feel yoongi come undone underneath him, wants to feel yoongi cum in his mouth, down his throat, wants the satisfaction that comes with it - from both sides. jungkook wants it so much that when yoongi finally pulls him off, when he keeps him off, holds him there, there's absolutely nothing that he can do about the whine that slips out of his throat first.
he's well on his way to an absolute wreck, and it's all because of yoongi. jungkook's eyes open, gaze sliding up to lock onto yoongi's, eyes tearing at the corners from the strain his big cock puts on his throat, flushed, hair a mess, just wanting more. needing more, more of whatever his daddy is willing to give him. of course the kiss helps, but even the question alone is enough to get jungkook's cock twitching in interest, and there's no hesitation at all before he's nodding slightly, breath still coming a little harsh and heavy from deepthroating yoongi just a few moments earlier, so eager. "yes," he breathes, because he wants it, because jungkook is quite sure there's a good possibility that he's never wanted anything else so much in his entire life. "i want it. i want to feel daddy's big cock inside me." jungkook is shameless, lost that a long time ago with yoongi, and it isn't just dirty talk, either. it's the truth, plain and simple, clear with the desperate edge hanging off of his words. "please? i promise i'll be good."
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of course, it helps when yoongi tangles fingers in his hair like that. when he's pushing and holding jungkook right where he wants him. when he's fucking into his throat, taking control and giving it back, a push and pull that keeps jungkook groaning when he can manage it, and he can't breathe properly but it doesn't matter. he doesn't need to. not when he's doing this instead, not when it feels so good, when he can feel his mind starting to fade out into something that's all pleasant, raw, where he doesn't think about anything, where he just wants, feels. wants to feel yoongi come undone underneath him, wants to feel yoongi cum in his mouth, down his throat, wants the satisfaction that comes with it - from both sides. jungkook wants it so much that when yoongi finally pulls him off, when he keeps him off, holds him there, there's absolutely nothing that he can do about the whine that slips out of his throat first.
he's well on his way to an absolute wreck, and it's all because of yoongi. jungkook's eyes open, gaze sliding up to lock onto yoongi's, eyes tearing at the corners from the strain his big cock puts on his throat, flushed, hair a mess, just wanting more. needing more, more of whatever his daddy is willing to give him. of course the kiss helps, but even the question alone is enough to get jungkook's cock twitching in interest, and there's no hesitation at all before he's nodding slightly, breath still coming a little harsh and heavy from deepthroating yoongi just a few moments earlier, so eager. "yes," he breathes, because he wants it, because jungkook is quite sure there's a good possibility that he's never wanted anything else so much in his entire life. "i want it. i want to feel daddy's big cock inside me." jungkook is shameless, lost that a long time ago with yoongi, and it isn't just dirty talk, either. it's the truth, plain and simple, clear with the desperate edge hanging off of his words. "please? i promise i'll be good."