Jungkook's breathless apology has Yoongi's cock throbbing inside of him. That heat in his belly spreads out dangerously fast, all the way down to the fingertips pressing imprints into the younger boy's hipbones. Digging in deep enough to leave bruises. Which is just as well, because Yoongi wants to consume every last inch of him, wants to write himself all over the boy's skin until he can't even look at himself without thinking of his daddy and how well he took care of him. The thought of Jungkook sitting nice and proper in his Monday morning class with all his peers, studying hard, when underneath his clothes lie all the dirty little secrets Yoongi etched into him beforehand, is too good to ignore.

And he grinds that much deeper, left hand curled around the younger boy's shoulder for leverage as he uses his own body weight to force Jungkook down, further, making him smaller and smaller, physically overwhelming the kid. The boy's cheek is squished against the white sheets, and Yoongi decides he likes him pressed on his side, face down like this. He likes being able to see the mindless pleasure clouding over his expression, how his eyes stay unblinking, unfocused, barely even open. He's already sinking fast into his reward, and knowing that it's only him that gets to see Jungkook like this, knowing that's it only him who can make Jungkook like this, has Yoongi fucking him straight into the mattress.

They're deep, measured strokes, Yoongi pulling out nearly all the way only to sink back inside his baby's tight little ass, filling him up to the brim. The slick slide is made that much easier when Yoongi pushes Jungkook's thighs even further apart and out of the way, when all that's keeping Jungkook's ass up is Yoongi's own cock, his own hand. Baby might be getting worn out, but daddy's got him. Daddy's always got him. "Tell me what feels good." Just as gravelly rough as before, almost taunting as he punctuates the demand with a sharper thrust.