Jungkook sucks him dry like a goddamn pro, working his sensitive cock with a few more slow, shallow bobs that make Yoongi think his knees might actually give out. Not like the rest of him is much better at the moment. Yoongi's head is still swimming in the waves of intense pleasure the younger boy created, fingers in a death grip on him, muscles shuddering lightly at even the slightest graze of Jungkook's tongue. He was so fucking hungry for that cum. Swallowed every fucking bit of it. Just watching it alone is enough to make Yoongi's dick twitch in a half-hearted attempt at another round, which is beyond what he's physically capable of right now. Maybe if he had the younger boy at his place, if he knew they were really alone and had all night to make it count. Maybe if he could cover his paper thin walls with Jungkook's back, caging him in close, or properly ravage him on his bed. The possible scenarios play out like a teasing peek into the future, but for right now, in the midst of labored breathing and the smell of sex, Yoongi's more than satisfied with how he fucked Jungkook.
From the looks of it, Jungkook's pretty damn proud of himself, too. Yoongi can't exactly find an argument to that, but he can feel the heavy pull within him all over again. Eyes drink in the flippant way he wipes at his pretty, ruined little mouth, and Yoongi wants to swipe his own tongue across the same path. Wants to taste himself on Jungkook. Yoongi wordlessly holds his gaze as he slowly pulls Jungkook up on his feet, strong hands settling at the boy's tight waist, holding him close. Close enough that it becomes that much more obvious how fucking hard Jungkook still is, the last several minutes getting to him even more than he let on. The need is radiating off of his body so bad Yoongi could sink his teeth into it, fingers pressing little indents into the soft skin just underneath that ridiculous, over-sized shirt. And then a hand is sinking lower, slipping right underneath the waistband of Jungkook's sweats to curl firmly around the boy's cock. Feels like sweet, slick relief, feels like he owns it, Yoongi wasting no time in forcing more pleasure from Jungkook's body, watching him with the same dark, half-lidded eyes. Wondering if he'll still be just as cocky now. "Choking on my dick did it for you, huh?"
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From the looks of it, Jungkook's pretty damn proud of himself, too. Yoongi can't exactly find an argument to that, but he can feel the heavy pull within him all over again. Eyes drink in the flippant way he wipes at his pretty, ruined little mouth, and Yoongi wants to swipe his own tongue across the same path. Wants to taste himself on Jungkook. Yoongi wordlessly holds his gaze as he slowly pulls Jungkook up on his feet, strong hands settling at the boy's tight waist, holding him close. Close enough that it becomes that much more obvious how fucking hard Jungkook still is, the last several minutes getting to him even more than he let on. The need is radiating off of his body so bad Yoongi could sink his teeth into it, fingers pressing little indents into the soft skin just underneath that ridiculous, over-sized shirt. And then a hand is sinking lower, slipping right underneath the waistband of Jungkook's sweats to curl firmly around the boy's cock. Feels like sweet, slick relief, feels like he owns it, Yoongi wasting no time in forcing more pleasure from Jungkook's body, watching him with the same dark, half-lidded eyes. Wondering if he'll still be just as cocky now. "Choking on my dick did it for you, huh?"