Jungkook takes it like a dream--takes it just the way Yoongi expects him to, a mess of desperate sounds and loose limbs and tight, tight heat. It's amazing how much smaller Jungkook feels lying underneath him like this, almost delicate, as though Yoongi could break him without any effort at all. Then, perhaps he's already done that. The younger boy has been out of his mind with pleasure from the moment Yoongi entered him, and despite his careful pacing all night, it's starting to quickly spiral even out of Yoongi's own control. Jungkook doesn't move from Yoongi's grip, doesn't squirm away from the force of his hips, doesn't do anything besides press broken whines against the sheets and let himself fall under. The room is filled with his loud groans, the heavy breathing shaking both of their bodies as that single word suddenly cuts through the rest of the noise.
Close. Yoongi feels it too, far too close for his own liking when it feels like they've barely just begun. God, he wants to stretch this out, wants to keep his fingers around this image of the younger boy for as long as he possibly can--but most of all he wants Jungkook to get his full reward. He's more than earned it. So obedient for it. Worked so hard for it. Even now, as incoherent and blissed out as he is, his muscles keep working Yoongi's dick so fucking good, so shamelessly greedy for him. Because Jungkook needs him--he needs his daddy now more than ever before, and Yoongi knows just what to do to make it all better for his baby boy.
"That's right, baby, cum for me," he pants, watching Jungkook's body bounce slightly on the bed as he lays into the young boy, short, ruthless thrusts that expertly target just where he needs the attention most. Yoongi doesn't bother reaching a palm underneath his boy, because he knows he can get off even better just like this, at the mercy of daddy's cock, feeling nothing else but his daddy's love over and over and over again. "Show daddy how much you love getting fucked. Show me how bad you fucking need it." His own breath falters, nails biting into the sensitive skin of the boy's wrist as he chases the mind-numbing rush.
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Close. Yoongi feels it too, far too close for his own liking when it feels like they've barely just begun. God, he wants to stretch this out, wants to keep his fingers around this image of the younger boy for as long as he possibly can--but most of all he wants Jungkook to get his full reward. He's more than earned it. So obedient for it. Worked so hard for it. Even now, as incoherent and blissed out as he is, his muscles keep working Yoongi's dick so fucking good, so shamelessly greedy for him. Because Jungkook needs him--he needs his daddy now more than ever before, and Yoongi knows just what to do to make it all better for his baby boy.
"That's right, baby, cum for me," he pants, watching Jungkook's body bounce slightly on the bed as he lays into the young boy, short, ruthless thrusts that expertly target just where he needs the attention most. Yoongi doesn't bother reaching a palm underneath his boy, because he knows he can get off even better just like this, at the mercy of daddy's cock, feeling nothing else but his daddy's love over and over and over again. "Show daddy how much you love getting fucked. Show me how bad you fucking need it." His own breath falters, nails biting into the sensitive skin of the boy's wrist as he chases the mind-numbing rush.