it's definitely something that jungkook has never felt before. this high, getting so blissed out, being so completely willing and able to just give himself up to it, give himself over to it. aside from never being in a relationship quite like this before, jungkook simply hasn't ever been able to let himself trust so much in a partner. to give them so much, to relinquish absolutely everything - it simply takes a kind of bond that he's never really had before. and it's not one that he necessarily expected from the older man, either, not when he first got into this, when he was still a little bit more naive about it all. but here they are, here he is, and honestly, he couldn't be happier, wouldn't trade it for the world, not any of it. not right now.
jungkook stays just where he is, just like that as he finally starts to catch that much needed oxygen, as it slowly helps him start coming back to himself, back down to reality. he can ground himself like this, slowly, the way that he should. because crashing back down too hard or too fast can be a bad thing, he's learned that much from the research he's done on his own, and yoongi is always, always careful with him. always easy, always makes sure to bring him down just as gently, completely as he works him up in the first place. the lingering touches all along his body are nice, soothing, showing how much yoongi cares in every single brush of fingers. it might be a little overwhelming sometimes, if he thinks about it too much, about where the lines are and where they sometimes try to blur between them, but right now, it's nothing but perfect. jungkook wants nothing more but to soak into it, to soak up all of yoongi's affections, unable to keep the small hint of a smile that tugs at his lips when he answers that question at bay. ".. tired," is what he finally manages to say, because it's true, because he is tired, exhausted even, but it's the best kind of tired. it's the kind of tired that mixes so well, so completely with so much satisfaction that warms him up from the inside out, the kind that only yoongi seems to give him. "and good. thank you, daddy." the words come out in a murmur, still a little bit mindless but jungkook is still yoongi's good boy, still recognizes just how good of a reward he's just gotten, how important it is to be appreciative.
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jungkook stays just where he is, just like that as he finally starts to catch that much needed oxygen, as it slowly helps him start coming back to himself, back down to reality. he can ground himself like this, slowly, the way that he should. because crashing back down too hard or too fast can be a bad thing, he's learned that much from the research he's done on his own, and yoongi is always, always careful with him. always easy, always makes sure to bring him down just as gently, completely as he works him up in the first place. the lingering touches all along his body are nice, soothing, showing how much yoongi cares in every single brush of fingers. it might be a little overwhelming sometimes, if he thinks about it too much, about where the lines are and where they sometimes try to blur between them, but right now, it's nothing but perfect. jungkook wants nothing more but to soak into it, to soak up all of yoongi's affections, unable to keep the small hint of a smile that tugs at his lips when he answers that question at bay. ".. tired," is what he finally manages to say, because it's true, because he is tired, exhausted even, but it's the best kind of tired. it's the kind of tired that mixes so well, so completely with so much satisfaction that warms him up from the inside out, the kind that only yoongi seems to give him. "and good. thank you, daddy." the words come out in a murmur, still a little bit mindless but jungkook is still yoongi's good boy, still recognizes just how good of a reward he's just gotten, how important it is to be appreciative.