it's not an unfamiliar position in the slightest. jungkook is used to it, used to spreading himself out like this, all for yoongi. he's used to putting himself on display however yoongi wants to see him, to appreciate him, has stopped feeling embarrassed about it well before this point. because yoongi has made it clear that there's nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to worry about, nothing to feel insecure about. yoongi has made him feel safe, from day one, and it's only been building since then. important that they establish that kind of relationship, that jungkook can feel comfortable enough to let go. and he does. he loves it, feels the anticipation crawling along his nerves now, just waiting until he can let go. let yoongi take care of him, let yoongi work him until he's mindless, until he can't do anything but take it.
that's exactly what jungkook wants. it's exactly what he loves, being taken care of like this, so completely, and god, yoongi's good at it. every touch, every word, every look. it all feels so effortless, even now. jungkook can't hold the eye contact for long. he has to break it in favor of getting more comfortable, not trying to hold himself up too much, just giving in to how it feels when yoongi's fingers are fucking him open again, not meeting much resistance after he already worked him so good a matter of minutes ago, after jungkook's already been playing all day.
he's blissfully unaware of anything else that yoongi is thinking, anything else that he's doing like this. can't see the way that he's slicking himself up, none the wiser until he feels it, until yoongi is coming closer, close enough to tease his cock against jungkook's entrance, to send a sharp thrill of arousal down his spine, making him groan on instinct because, fuck. he wants it, and the thought that maybe yoongi is finally going to give it to him, finally going to fuck him good and proper after months of teasing with the prospect of it, has every nerve in his body on edge. it's hard not to push back, hard not to try and get more, but he doesn't. he stays where he is, stays like a good boy, even though his breaths are fast and shaky and it's impossible to hold back the whine in his throat, the way that he's somewhere between whispering and panting "daddy, please."
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that's exactly what jungkook wants. it's exactly what he loves, being taken care of like this, so completely, and god, yoongi's good at it. every touch, every word, every look. it all feels so effortless, even now. jungkook can't hold the eye contact for long. he has to break it in favor of getting more comfortable, not trying to hold himself up too much, just giving in to how it feels when yoongi's fingers are fucking him open again, not meeting much resistance after he already worked him so good a matter of minutes ago, after jungkook's already been playing all day.
he's blissfully unaware of anything else that yoongi is thinking, anything else that he's doing like this. can't see the way that he's slicking himself up, none the wiser until he feels it, until yoongi is coming closer, close enough to tease his cock against jungkook's entrance, to send a sharp thrill of arousal down his spine, making him groan on instinct because, fuck. he wants it, and the thought that maybe yoongi is finally going to give it to him, finally going to fuck him good and proper after months of teasing with the prospect of it, has every nerve in his body on edge. it's hard not to push back, hard not to try and get more, but he doesn't. he stays where he is, stays like a good boy, even though his breaths are fast and shaky and it's impossible to hold back the whine in his throat, the way that he's somewhere between whispering and panting "daddy, please."