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Sarah ([personal profile] starrystarrynight) wrote in [community profile] kkaeppsong 2017-06-02 04:04 am (UTC)

Yoongi loves when Jungkook begs. It's always unprompted, which makes it all the better, watching the younger boy get lost inside his own need, shamelessly asking for more. So endearing, how hard he tries when he's already got Yoongi wrapped around his finger. He's been planning this night for weeks. He's known from the moment he got home tonight how he was going to kiss him, how he was going to lead him to the couch, how he was going to keep edging until the boy's body shook from the strain of it. All the ways he's opened Jungkook up, taken him, has been leading to this. Even the blowjob itself, which Yoongi can quite honestly say was the best one Jungkook's given yet, was to prepare them. The fact that Jungkook knows none of this, that he simply takes what Yoongi gives him no questions asked, is just as thrilling as the rush of the boy's promise.

He's never sounded so good, and Yoongi can't keep his hands to himself. Of course he's going to be a good boy. There's no other option. Just daddy's good boy. Fingers sink into Jungkook's tight waist, grip his hair as he tugs them both off of the couch, standing flush against one another. The way their cocks brush pushes a low sound from his throat as he kisses everything he can on the younger boy. His neck, his shoulder, his ridiculously pierced ears. It's all his. Walking Jungkook back toward his bedroom, he continues claiming what's his, thoroughly, until finally he's able to lay the boy down against his bed sheets. Even this feels different, guiding the boy into position, his touch stroking up and down his body. And still he doesn't say anything. His permission is in every touch, every intake of breath as he watches Jungkook. The desire has been there since day one.

"Hands and knees, baby." It's nothing more than a murmur, the fingers hugging Jungkook's waist lifting up to put the boy at a better angle for him. And god, does he look lovely all spread out, like everything good in the world is buried in that flushed, tantalizing, perfect body. This body that's soft only for him. Obeys only him. Accepts only him. Yoongi's bed is large, all crisp, modern white sheets and blankets--the ideal canvas for Jungkook to spread out in. He doesn't realize the work of art he is himself--probably doesn't even realize how much more wrecked he's going to be once Yoongi is through with him.

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