yoongi doesn't say anything, and that only serves to drive jungkook crazier. because he has no idea, because there's no way to know what the older man is thinking, what he's planning. it's something that jungkook can't figure out, something he isn't sure if he ever will be able to figure out, how to get inside yoongi's head at times like this. how to know what he's thinking, planning, how to anticipate what will come next. he can't. and honestly, maybe that's some of the thrill itself, the appeal, the fact that yoongi always keeps such a calm, composed exterior even when he's tearing jungkook apart piece by piece, making him into little more than a complete mess, totally at his mercy.
jungkook fucking loves it. he loves being caught off guard, loves not knowing what to expect. he can't deny that there's something about the mystery of the whole thing that just makes it that much more arousing, the way that he can never guess what yoongi wants from him, what he's going to give to him on any given day. the way that all he can do is his own part, be a good boy and see what daddy thinks that he deserves. thinking about it all objectively, looking from the outside in he never would guess in a million years that this would be the kind of thing that he would get off on, that he would love so fucking much. but here he is, with min yoongi, and god he wouldn't change it for the world, not even a second.
there's nothing else to do but let himself be led back to yoongi's bedroom, and that's what jungkook does. he's pliant under yoongi's touches just like always, lets the older man move him, push and pull just the way that he wants to. he can't help the way that the closeness, the slight brushes of their bodies together, the tangle of yoongi's fingers in his hair and the brush of lips over anything yoongi can reach make him shiver, make him push soft sounds of his own deep in his throat, every part of him still a livewire, starved for all of yoongi's attention. he still doesn't know exactly what he'll get tonight, doesn't know what yoongi is planning but he does know that he needs to listen, wants to listen, especially once he's hit the familiarity of yoongi's large, lavish bed, all clean, comfortable sheets just waiting to be ruined. he doesn't have to be told twice, doesn't hesitate, isn't embarrassed to turn over just how yoongi wants him, hands and knees, spread out at an angle he thinks is good enough when he looks back over his shoulder to make sure. "like this, daddy?"
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jungkook fucking loves it. he loves being caught off guard, loves not knowing what to expect. he can't deny that there's something about the mystery of the whole thing that just makes it that much more arousing, the way that he can never guess what yoongi wants from him, what he's going to give to him on any given day. the way that all he can do is his own part, be a good boy and see what daddy thinks that he deserves. thinking about it all objectively, looking from the outside in he never would guess in a million years that this would be the kind of thing that he would get off on, that he would love so fucking much. but here he is, with min yoongi, and god he wouldn't change it for the world, not even a second.
there's nothing else to do but let himself be led back to yoongi's bedroom, and that's what jungkook does. he's pliant under yoongi's touches just like always, lets the older man move him, push and pull just the way that he wants to. he can't help the way that the closeness, the slight brushes of their bodies together, the tangle of yoongi's fingers in his hair and the brush of lips over anything yoongi can reach make him shiver, make him push soft sounds of his own deep in his throat, every part of him still a livewire, starved for all of yoongi's attention. he still doesn't know exactly what he'll get tonight, doesn't know what yoongi is planning but he does know that he needs to listen, wants to listen, especially once he's hit the familiarity of yoongi's large, lavish bed, all clean, comfortable sheets just waiting to be ruined. he doesn't have to be told twice, doesn't hesitate, isn't embarrassed to turn over just how yoongi wants him, hands and knees, spread out at an angle he thinks is good enough when he looks back over his shoulder to make sure. "like this, daddy?"