Should have expected Jungkook wouldn't exactly follow orders. This time, though, Yoongi can't bring himself to care--not when it means Jungkook's fingers tugging his boxers out of the way and tightening around him instead, stroking nice and slow and smearing the precum across his skin. Jungkook stepping out of line in the practice room is unacceptable on a lot of different levels, him always talking back at Yoongi a nuisance at best, though even Yoongi can't explain what it is about the younger boy. Why him in particular can set him on edge so quickly, with barely even a spark. Yoongi's handled himself just fine with some big fucking trash over the years, but not one of them has left him feeling the way it feels when Jungkook gets under his skin. No one has ever lingered enough under his skin for it to matter. Some nights it hits him hard, unexpectedly, before he even has the chance to play dumb.
Yoongi can practically feel that low hum against his dick, without Jungkook even touching him. Even the thought of the vibrations, massaged by the kid's tight throat while he thrusts in deep, are enough to get to him. His voice is enough to get to him, Yoongi smirking at the all too familiar remark, the hunger in the flattery--all the more reason to show this kid exactly who's in charge. And maybe he would have said something right then, if it weren't for the sharp pleasure of Jungkook's tongue coating every inch of him, kittenish licks at the head that have Yoongi's hips jerking forward. There's no time for Yoongi to properly enjoy the feeling before Jungkook has his mouth around him, the older man watching with a sort of glazed interest as his cock slowly but surely disappears inside. And damn, if Jungkook doesn't look good like this. Lips stretched too wide, rosy and slick, cheekbones hollowed out, those pretty eyes still trained on him, framed by dark hair Yoongi's fingers are itching to sink into. It's even better than what he imagined, and he finds himself very slowly relaxing his back against the door, hips still canted up, holding his dick inside of Jungkook. "Let's see if you can handle it then." A shallow, rolling thrust has the boy taking just a little bit more. It's not enough to choke, not enough for Yoongi to actually put forth the effort--he does it just to watch Jungkook take it. Yoongi lifts an eyebrow, appraising Jungkook with a cool heat. "Or if you're all talk."
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Yoongi can practically feel that low hum against his dick, without Jungkook even touching him. Even the thought of the vibrations, massaged by the kid's tight throat while he thrusts in deep, are enough to get to him. His voice is enough to get to him, Yoongi smirking at the all too familiar remark, the hunger in the flattery--all the more reason to show this kid exactly who's in charge. And maybe he would have said something right then, if it weren't for the sharp pleasure of Jungkook's tongue coating every inch of him, kittenish licks at the head that have Yoongi's hips jerking forward. There's no time for Yoongi to properly enjoy the feeling before Jungkook has his mouth around him, the older man watching with a sort of glazed interest as his cock slowly but surely disappears inside. And damn, if Jungkook doesn't look good like this. Lips stretched too wide, rosy and slick, cheekbones hollowed out, those pretty eyes still trained on him, framed by dark hair Yoongi's fingers are itching to sink into. It's even better than what he imagined, and he finds himself very slowly relaxing his back against the door, hips still canted up, holding his dick inside of Jungkook. "Let's see if you can handle it then." A shallow, rolling thrust has the boy taking just a little bit more. It's not enough to choke, not enough for Yoongi to actually put forth the effort--he does it just to watch Jungkook take it. Yoongi lifts an eyebrow, appraising Jungkook with a cool heat. "Or if you're all talk."