jungkook feels like he isn't going to be able to take it. feels like he's overwhelmed, like his body is a livewire to every single thing that yoongi is giving him and he's already giving him so much, too much. jungkook feels like he's going to explode, knows that the more yoongi fucks him, every single time he thrusts into him at that perfect, perfect angle, everything winds tighter and tighter and he isn't sure that he would be able to stop it from happening even if he tried. he still does try, though. in the few moments between telling yoongi that he's getting close and hearing his response, jungkook is doing everything that he can to try and bite it back, that desire to be good, to do as he's told always there, always surfacing right alongside everything else no matter what.
but yoongi doesn't want him to hold it back anymore. he's panting and his voice is low and raw with his own arousal, it gets to him all on its own just as much as the words do, just as much as yoongi sounds telling him to cum, giving him the permission that he's been waiting for, that his body has been aching for all day now. jungkook doesn't need to be told twice, doesn't have to think about it, doesn't need anything else before he gives in, lets go, giving over that very last piece of himself to the older man and the vicious pleasure that he brings.
with his hands still firmly behind his back like this, caught in yoongi's grip, jungkook can't do anything but take it. he can't do anything but let go, can't do anything but cum, hard, so hard that it's entirely possible he's actually blacked out for a few moments, entirely unaware of anything but how good it feels, how satisfying it is, finally getting that release, breaking the tension. he has no idea, no control over how loud he is, how much his body shakes with it, shameless in the face of yoongi's command while the pleasure still lingers, still rushes through him in soft waves, leaves him panting and gasping to try and catch his breath even while the bone-deep satisfaction starts to settle in, leaving him entirely useless, pliant against yoongi's bed.
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but yoongi doesn't want him to hold it back anymore. he's panting and his voice is low and raw with his own arousal, it gets to him all on its own just as much as the words do, just as much as yoongi sounds telling him to cum, giving him the permission that he's been waiting for, that his body has been aching for all day now. jungkook doesn't need to be told twice, doesn't have to think about it, doesn't need anything else before he gives in, lets go, giving over that very last piece of himself to the older man and the vicious pleasure that he brings.
with his hands still firmly behind his back like this, caught in yoongi's grip, jungkook can't do anything but take it. he can't do anything but let go, can't do anything but cum, hard, so hard that it's entirely possible he's actually blacked out for a few moments, entirely unaware of anything but how good it feels, how satisfying it is, finally getting that release, breaking the tension. he has no idea, no control over how loud he is, how much his body shakes with it, shameless in the face of yoongi's command while the pleasure still lingers, still rushes through him in soft waves, leaves him panting and gasping to try and catch his breath even while the bone-deep satisfaction starts to settle in, leaving him entirely useless, pliant against yoongi's bed.