Yoongi can practically feel the shake in Jungkook's breathing, that jumpy rabbit pulse that keeps the boy that much warmer in his hands. He doesn't startle, though. Doesn't move a single muscle at the way Yoongi's smearing the lube across his skin, barely nudging the tip of his cock against his entrance, a small exercise in torture--he just takes it. And despite all of that, incredibly, the begging continues. Jungkook still doesn't know just what's going to happen to him--if he's going to get fucked or toyed with--and seeing Jungkook accept his own vulnerability, deliriously plea for mercy he doesn't realize he's already been granted...it's more than enough. Even if Yoongi hadn't methodically planned it out this way, that alone would have shattered his discipline.
That, and the way Jungkook's body opens for him like it's starved. Yoongi's other hand palms Jungkook's side in long, soothing strokes, a small comfort even as his own cock throbs heavily against him, very nearly inside of him. "Breathe, Jungkook," he murmurs, steadying the younger boy's hips, touches splayed across his abs, the rest of him pushing forward a fraction more. "I'm right here with you. I'm not going anywhere." The promise comes from down deep, that same carnal need to take care of Jungkook in every single way he can. He doesn't even have to think about it--there's no need to.
No resistance. Yoongi watches the first inch disappear inside the freshman, already stretched so much wider than around his fingers--and then another, slowly, another, slowly, sinking in, still tight, so warm, so warm Yoongi could fucking melt into it. Nothing else exists besides this, Yoongi's eyes fixed on their bodies, on Jungkook now half-stuffed with his cock, staring in a hazy sort of awe. He's imagined it so many times, gotten off to it so many times, but this is so much sweeter than any wet dream it doesn't even come close. Yoongi gives a few shallow thrusts, working to open Jungkook even further on his big cock, a rough, approving sound slipping from his throat. "Good boy--mm, taking it so good."
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That, and the way Jungkook's body opens for him like it's starved. Yoongi's other hand palms Jungkook's side in long, soothing strokes, a small comfort even as his own cock throbs heavily against him, very nearly inside of him. "Breathe, Jungkook," he murmurs, steadying the younger boy's hips, touches splayed across his abs, the rest of him pushing forward a fraction more. "I'm right here with you. I'm not going anywhere." The promise comes from down deep, that same carnal need to take care of Jungkook in every single way he can. He doesn't even have to think about it--there's no need to.
No resistance. Yoongi watches the first inch disappear inside the freshman, already stretched so much wider than around his fingers--and then another, slowly, another, slowly, sinking in, still tight, so warm, so warm Yoongi could fucking melt into it. Nothing else exists besides this, Yoongi's eyes fixed on their bodies, on Jungkook now half-stuffed with his cock, staring in a hazy sort of awe. He's imagined it so many times, gotten off to it so many times, but this is so much sweeter than any wet dream it doesn't even come close. Yoongi gives a few shallow thrusts, working to open Jungkook even further on his big cock, a rough, approving sound slipping from his throat. "Good boy--mm, taking it so good."