jungkook doesn't really have any idea what's going to happen next. he doesn't know what to expect, isn't really sure if he even expects anything at all, if he's being honest with himself. his head is still a little bit too lost, a little bit too all over the place for that. he's still far too caught up in just how much he himself likes it, how turned on it's gotten him, the feeling of working yoongi over, of having the older man fuck his throat so relentlessly. he's hard as hell in the confines of his own clothes and he knows it, he can feel it, doesn't have any reservations at all about getting back to jerking himself off just to get some relief if he has to. all he really knows right now is that he likes how yoongi's attention is still on him, how he's still looking at him like that, all dark eyes and something heavy hanging underneath the surface.
what he doesn't expect is the way that yoongi pulls him back up to his feet. he follows easily enough, pliant in that sense even though he's taller, willing to follow yoongi's lead and go where he wants him to go, at least right now. because, fuck. it feels good to have yoongi's hands settled on his waist, practically wrapped around him, the simple touch enough to make him shiver. there's not much time in between then and yoongi's hand sliding down the front of his pants, fingers wrapping around his cock before he has much of a chance to even catch up to what's happening. his mouth falls open first, choking out a groan before his mind catches up to it all and once it does, the first thing he does is walk himself backwards a little bit, just enough, pulling yoongi with him, so that he can rest his back against the wall. so that he doesn't have to worry too much about keeping himself standing, so that he can focus on everything else instead. "i like giving head," is what comes out a moment later, simple enough, even though his voice is breathless, both from the treatment he had just a few moments ago and the way yoongi is touching him now. "i've been told i'm damn good at it."
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what he doesn't expect is the way that yoongi pulls him back up to his feet. he follows easily enough, pliant in that sense even though he's taller, willing to follow yoongi's lead and go where he wants him to go, at least right now. because, fuck. it feels good to have yoongi's hands settled on his waist, practically wrapped around him, the simple touch enough to make him shiver. there's not much time in between then and yoongi's hand sliding down the front of his pants, fingers wrapping around his cock before he has much of a chance to even catch up to what's happening. his mouth falls open first, choking out a groan before his mind catches up to it all and once it does, the first thing he does is walk himself backwards a little bit, just enough, pulling yoongi with him, so that he can rest his back against the wall. so that he doesn't have to worry too much about keeping himself standing, so that he can focus on everything else instead. "i like giving head," is what comes out a moment later, simple enough, even though his voice is breathless, both from the treatment he had just a few moments ago and the way yoongi is touching him now. "i've been told i'm damn good at it."