there's something especially good about the satisfaction that comes from hearing the way that he's getting to yoongi right now. jungkook loves it, only wishes he could keep his eyes open while he deepthroats yoongi like this so that he could see the look on his face, so that he could know what it was like when his head fell back against the wall, when maybe he started to realize just how much jungkook is capable of giving him. because he is. god, he is, and he's going to keep giving it to him. going to keep taking, keep letting yoongi sink deeper and deeper, keep sucking him off until he loses himself, until jungkook can take pleasure in knowing that it was him and only him that made him fall apart.
jungkook wants it. god, does he want it. and everything about yoongi seems to be telling him that he's on the right track, that he's going to get it. from the way that he's panting, breathing loud and harsh enough for jungkook to pick it up without even having to try, to the shudders that run through him, the way that jungkook can feel his muscles tense and relax underneath the grip he's still got on yoongi's thigh, like his body isn't sure exactly what it wants to do. it's good. it's really fucking good, even if it's getting harder to breathe. even if jungkook can feel it getting wetter, messier by the second, only making him press harder against his clothed cock, throbbing and straining against his jeans, begging him for some kind of attention the longer this goes on. that is, until it stops going on. until one second he's got yoongi's cock down his throat and the next he's completely empty, left panting and breathing hard, staring up at yoongi with dazed, dark eyes. he was so into it it takes a few seconds for everything else to catch up, and jungkook brings the hand that was on yoongi's thigh up to wipe at his mouth, the other still right where it was, unwilling to move, especially when yoongi's tone, the way he just pulled him off only makes him even harder. "who said you're the only one who gets to cum?"
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jungkook wants it. god, does he want it. and everything about yoongi seems to be telling him that he's on the right track, that he's going to get it. from the way that he's panting, breathing loud and harsh enough for jungkook to pick it up without even having to try, to the shudders that run through him, the way that jungkook can feel his muscles tense and relax underneath the grip he's still got on yoongi's thigh, like his body isn't sure exactly what it wants to do. it's good. it's really fucking good, even if it's getting harder to breathe. even if jungkook can feel it getting wetter, messier by the second, only making him press harder against his clothed cock, throbbing and straining against his jeans, begging him for some kind of attention the longer this goes on. that is, until it stops going on. until one second he's got yoongi's cock down his throat and the next he's completely empty, left panting and breathing hard, staring up at yoongi with dazed, dark eyes. he was so into it it takes a few seconds for everything else to catch up, and jungkook brings the hand that was on yoongi's thigh up to wipe at his mouth, the other still right where it was, unwilling to move, especially when yoongi's tone, the way he just pulled him off only makes him even harder. "who said you're the only one who gets to cum?"