yoongi's harsh grip on jungkook's skin keeps him grounded just as much as his voice does, holds him together while everything else about him continues to slowly, easily pull him apart. it's easy to sink into. so, so easy to let it happen, to let daddy take care of him, to give it all up in favor of coming apart at the seams, like putty in yoongi's hands. because he is, so ready to do whatever it is the older man wishes, to take whatever he gives him, to keep being his good boy and love every single second of it.
jungkook does love every second of it. he knows that it's a reward, the best reward, the thing that he's been wanting so fucking badly for so long and he would be an idiot not to fall into it, to take it all so completely, to savor every single second. he doesn't have to think, and it's familiar with the practice he's had every weekend with yoongi, the way that he can let himself stop doing just that. stop thinking, stop focusing, stop doing anything else that isn't feeling this, giving himself over to the pleasure, to the absolute control that yoongi commands, that he has over every part of him during these moments.
the way that yoongi fucks into him is so good. so good it's almost hard to believe it's the first time he's doing it, because every deep, pointed thrust has jungkook wanting to cry from the sheer pleasure it brings him, from how much he loves it, how good it is to be filled up and fucked properly after all these months of waiting. his fingers spread out and tighten around yoongi's crisp, clean sheets. his mouth is practically hanging open, eyes rolling back with the sound of yoongi's voice again, so raw and deep, with the sharper thrust that jolts through him. "daddy," he groans again, and it's mindless, hard to pull together the coherency that it takes to answer anything, to form the question he wants to ask, to do much of anything when yoongi is giving it so good. "so good.. you fuck so good.." he's babbling a little but it doesn't matter, nothing else matters more than this. "can i - ah - touch myself, daddy?"
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jungkook does love every second of it. he knows that it's a reward, the best reward, the thing that he's been wanting so fucking badly for so long and he would be an idiot not to fall into it, to take it all so completely, to savor every single second. he doesn't have to think, and it's familiar with the practice he's had every weekend with yoongi, the way that he can let himself stop doing just that. stop thinking, stop focusing, stop doing anything else that isn't feeling this, giving himself over to the pleasure, to the absolute control that yoongi commands, that he has over every part of him during these moments.
the way that yoongi fucks into him is so good. so good it's almost hard to believe it's the first time he's doing it, because every deep, pointed thrust has jungkook wanting to cry from the sheer pleasure it brings him, from how much he loves it, how good it is to be filled up and fucked properly after all these months of waiting. his fingers spread out and tighten around yoongi's crisp, clean sheets. his mouth is practically hanging open, eyes rolling back with the sound of yoongi's voice again, so raw and deep, with the sharper thrust that jolts through him. "daddy," he groans again, and it's mindless, hard to pull together the coherency that it takes to answer anything, to form the question he wants to ask, to do much of anything when yoongi is giving it so good. "so good.. you fuck so good.." he's babbling a little but it doesn't matter, nothing else matters more than this. "can i - ah - touch myself, daddy?"