it's funny, really. because with the way that their relationship has been up until now, the tension, the constant back and forth - it seems all too predictable, just how this kind of thing should turn out. like another power play, another tug of war, another way to see just which one of them is going to bend first. and in some ways, maybe it is - but only some. jungkook isn't all talk, and he also isn't the kind of guy who's going to put on a show just for the hell of it. if he's going to fuck someone, if he's going to suck them off, he's going to get exactly what he wants. there isn't any shame in that, in wanting to submit to someone; just because jungkook's more than ready to take yoongi's cock just about anywhere he'd like to put it, it doesn't mean he'll let everything else slide.
right now, though, all he needs to think about is this. it's all that he can think about, all he can focus on, the way yoongi feels, hot and heavy on his tongue. the way he's big enough to nudge at the back of his throat before jungkook is even trying, and god, thank fuck he was able to train his gag reflex back enough to allow for this kind of thing. because it's hot as hell, because it's messy and all kinds of filthy but that's exactly why it gets to him so much. watching yoongi start to fall into the feeling more, hearing his voice, feeling the tight grip of those fingers in his hair. jungkook can't help it, doesn't want to help it, is shameless about groaning around the length of him, fingers tightening against yoongi's thigh slightly when he forces him down, holds him there, makes him stay. jungkook could fight it, if he wanted to. he could pull back, could break free, but he doesn't. instead, he lets yoongi keep him there for a good few seconds, pulls back for another slow bob, not quite as deep on purpose. the next time he sinks down he takes him in all the way, lets the head of yoongi's cock hit the back of his throat and then some, closing his eyes so he can swallow around him for good measure. maybe he just wants more, more of the feeling, more of the praise. maybe he is proving a point. either way, he's shameless about the way he lets his free hand drop to rub and squeeze at himself through the material of his jeans.
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right now, though, all he needs to think about is this. it's all that he can think about, all he can focus on, the way yoongi feels, hot and heavy on his tongue. the way he's big enough to nudge at the back of his throat before jungkook is even trying, and god, thank fuck he was able to train his gag reflex back enough to allow for this kind of thing. because it's hot as hell, because it's messy and all kinds of filthy but that's exactly why it gets to him so much. watching yoongi start to fall into the feeling more, hearing his voice, feeling the tight grip of those fingers in his hair. jungkook can't help it, doesn't want to help it, is shameless about groaning around the length of him, fingers tightening against yoongi's thigh slightly when he forces him down, holds him there, makes him stay. jungkook could fight it, if he wanted to. he could pull back, could break free, but he doesn't. instead, he lets yoongi keep him there for a good few seconds, pulls back for another slow bob, not quite as deep on purpose. the next time he sinks down he takes him in all the way, lets the head of yoongi's cock hit the back of his throat and then some, closing his eyes so he can swallow around him for good measure. maybe he just wants more, more of the feeling, more of the praise. maybe he is proving a point. either way, he's shameless about the way he lets his free hand drop to rub and squeeze at himself through the material of his jeans.