Yoongi meant what he said earlier, right after he came through the door, drew Jungkook in closer for the first time all week. You've been a very, very good boy. Jungkook has proven himself time and time again over the last four months, far exceeding his expectations--which has been impressive in of itself. Yoongi cares, of course, but he also makes clear his expectations, demanding adherence to the roles mutually agreed upon. Even previous subs of his have faltered at times, and there's been a few who simply couldn't give him what he wanted. Few had what it took. Even fewer truly satisfied him. But this kid--this kid is something else altogether.
The one who greeted him perfectly with that sweet kiss, obedient without seeming at all practiced. The one who looked like a vision even in the barest of clothing, angular yet soft, still growing into his good looks. The one who listened to his instructions without hesitation, edging for hours on end in the very same bed where he's now trembling on Yoongi's dick. He hasn't just been a good boy. He might be the best Yoongi's ever had. That thought skips around in Yoongi's hazed mind, and maybe when he's not completely lost in the pleasure of Jungkook's body he'll take a moment to properly process it. Because right now all he can focus on is the way the younger boy shakes and tightens around him, the way his voice fills the entire room, sounding like sin and heaven. Yoongi loves how he's fucking the sounds out of Jungkook, the whines and groans only fueling the heat getting tighter and tighter in his belly.
Continuing to sink himself inside the younger boy, Yoongi catches on the strain in Jungkook's arms, dark eyes fixing on the twitching muscles. He can even feel it in the boy's spread thighs, just how hard he's working to keep himself in the right position. "Is my baby getting tired already?" he muses, voice dark with arousal and amusement. After a couple more thrusts he shifts a hand from Jungkook's side to his shoulder, forcing the boy to press flat against the mattress. Only his hips remain held up by Yoongi's firm grip, the shift in angle allowing him to go even deeper. The last remaining inches press their way inside, and Yoongi just sits there, pressed against his ass, indulging in how fucking silky sweet being inside his boy is.
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The one who greeted him perfectly with that sweet kiss, obedient without seeming at all practiced. The one who looked like a vision even in the barest of clothing, angular yet soft, still growing into his good looks. The one who listened to his instructions without hesitation, edging for hours on end in the very same bed where he's now trembling on Yoongi's dick. He hasn't just been a good boy. He might be the best Yoongi's ever had. That thought skips around in Yoongi's hazed mind, and maybe when he's not completely lost in the pleasure of Jungkook's body he'll take a moment to properly process it. Because right now all he can focus on is the way the younger boy shakes and tightens around him, the way his voice fills the entire room, sounding like sin and heaven. Yoongi loves how he's fucking the sounds out of Jungkook, the whines and groans only fueling the heat getting tighter and tighter in his belly.
Continuing to sink himself inside the younger boy, Yoongi catches on the strain in Jungkook's arms, dark eyes fixing on the twitching muscles. He can even feel it in the boy's spread thighs, just how hard he's working to keep himself in the right position. "Is my baby getting tired already?" he muses, voice dark with arousal and amusement. After a couple more thrusts he shifts a hand from Jungkook's side to his shoulder, forcing the boy to press flat against the mattress. Only his hips remain held up by Yoongi's firm grip, the shift in angle allowing him to go even deeper. The last remaining inches press their way inside, and Yoongi just sits there, pressed against his ass, indulging in how fucking silky sweet being inside his boy is.
"That won't do."