Something nice and heavy settles over Yoongi once the kid starts feeling him up, tracing the outline of his cock through the thin material of his boxers. It all becomes that much more real with Jungkook actually touching him, obediently working to get him up, just like he was told to do. And yeah, it's real nice when Jungkook listens. Yoongi finds himself relaxing back into the door frame, hips still slightly lifted as his jeans hang forgotten around his thighs. There's a sharp heat in the way Jungkook kneads into him, practically massaging his dick with his palm, and Yoongi can feel himself twitch in obvious interest. The heat coils, pools into his belly as the kid teases against his head. It's even worse when Jungkook starts talking. Then again, it usually is.
The boy's mouth is filthy enough on it's own, with or without Yoongi's cum. That much is becoming real fucking clear, and it's turning Yoongi on far faster than the last guy who got in his pants. He just stares at the suggestive glint in Jungkook's eyes, the way he looks up at him through those incredibly dark lashes--and fuck. Not even ten minutes ago Yoongi was ready to kick Jungkook out of the studio, and now here he is half-undressed, half-hard, entertaining a conversation about blowing a load inside the boy's ass. Yoongi's nails scratch at chipped paint, the rest of his body tensing in that deliciously familiar way he hasn't felt since he last fucked someone. It hadn't been anything special, just a quickie with a stranger after one of his last sets. Now he's picturing Jungkook bent over for him. Spreading his long legs for him. Begging for his cock the way the last guy did. Only Yoongi has the feeling he wouldn't be the type to beg--he'd demand it like the insufferable brat he is.
"Always getting ahead of yourself." There's a click of Yoongi's tongue, a mock disapproving sort of sound as his hand slides down to Jungkook's. He covers the younger boy's fingers and gives a firm squeeze, the pressure and added warmth against his dick so fucking good. It's a not so subtle reminder to the kid to finish what he started. It's also kind of hot, watching their joined hands, before he moves to swipe a thumb across Jungkook's fuller bottom lip, indulging in the feel. "Wanna feel that pretty little mouth first."
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The boy's mouth is filthy enough on it's own, with or without Yoongi's cum. That much is becoming real fucking clear, and it's turning Yoongi on far faster than the last guy who got in his pants. He just stares at the suggestive glint in Jungkook's eyes, the way he looks up at him through those incredibly dark lashes--and fuck. Not even ten minutes ago Yoongi was ready to kick Jungkook out of the studio, and now here he is half-undressed, half-hard, entertaining a conversation about blowing a load inside the boy's ass. Yoongi's nails scratch at chipped paint, the rest of his body tensing in that deliciously familiar way he hasn't felt since he last fucked someone. It hadn't been anything special, just a quickie with a stranger after one of his last sets. Now he's picturing Jungkook bent over for him. Spreading his long legs for him. Begging for his cock the way the last guy did. Only Yoongi has the feeling he wouldn't be the type to beg--he'd demand it like the insufferable brat he is.
"Always getting ahead of yourself." There's a click of Yoongi's tongue, a mock disapproving sort of sound as his hand slides down to Jungkook's. He covers the younger boy's fingers and gives a firm squeeze, the pressure and added warmth against his dick so fucking good. It's a not so subtle reminder to the kid to finish what he started. It's also kind of hot, watching their joined hands, before he moves to swipe a thumb across Jungkook's fuller bottom lip, indulging in the feel. "Wanna feel that pretty little mouth first."