Time seems irrelevant--already so the moment they stumbled into this bathroom, Yoongi pulling him in for something even he wasn't quite sure of. Them starting feels like hours ago and sheer seconds ago at the same time, and Yoongi doesn't know which one is true, doesn't know how to grasp onto anything else besides the younger boy buried between his legs. And god, Yoongi's holding onto him for dear life. Thrusting deeper, faster, filling Jungkook's throat so much he can't help but wonder if he could possibly see the impression through the boy's skin, a filthy reminder of just how well he's taking his cock. It gets him even harder, twitching inside the boy, even though his eyes are squeezed shut. Not like it matters. The sensations alone are enough to get him close, and if Yoongi wasn't so fucking desperate right now maybe he would have edged a bit longer. Really worked Jungkook over on his dick until the kid was exhausted as hell and too drunk on him to stop. Maybe next time--because somewhere in the back of his mind, Yoongi knows without a shadow of a doubt there's going to be a next time.
This time, there's no hesitation. No attempts to drag things deliciously slow or be decent. It's fucking depraved, the way he cums hard down the back of Jungkook's throat, shoving himself inside the sloppy mess his mouth has become and forcing the younger boy to continue swallowing around him. Don't stop, don't you fucking stop now, fisting Jungkook's hair for leverage as he grinds against his face. Yoongi practically growls at the choked, mindless sorts of sounds that continue spilling out from Jungkook's lips even though they're still stretched wide around him. It's impressive there's even room for sounds at all with the way he's working the younger boy over, riding out his orgasm for everything it's worth inside that perfect, tight heat. Yoongi doesn't let go for several more seconds, not until his muscles stop shaking and he's sure there's nothing left in him to give to Jungkook.
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This time, there's no hesitation. No attempts to drag things deliciously slow or be decent. It's fucking depraved, the way he cums hard down the back of Jungkook's throat, shoving himself inside the sloppy mess his mouth has become and forcing the younger boy to continue swallowing around him. Don't stop, don't you fucking stop now, fisting Jungkook's hair for leverage as he grinds against his face. Yoongi practically growls at the choked, mindless sorts of sounds that continue spilling out from Jungkook's lips even though they're still stretched wide around him. It's impressive there's even room for sounds at all with the way he's working the younger boy over, riding out his orgasm for everything it's worth inside that perfect, tight heat. Yoongi doesn't let go for several more seconds, not until his muscles stop shaking and he's sure there's nothing left in him to give to Jungkook.