jungkook can't help himself. he never really can when he gets like this, a process that's been slow, something he wasn't able to give himself over to so easily in the beginning. even now, he'll be embarrassed when he thinks about it later. he'll get shy, he'll feel guilty for waking yoongi up in the middle of the night, even though they both know that the older man wants nothing more than to do just that if it's what jungkook needs. still, it isn't easy to shake all of those things off. not completely. but the thing is, it doesn't matter. because right now he can't think about any of that, he can't even come close to it, and especially not whenever yoongi is starting to stir, when jungkook knows that he's waking up.
it's obvious in the way that he stirs a little, the sound of his voice continuing on along with the trail of his touch down jungkook's back, hand pressing against his ass, pressing him closer, pushing something like a downright moan right out of his chest. it feels good, of course it does, just like any attention from yoongi. but it still isn't enough. he wants more, needs more, still needs it so badly he feels like he could fall apart at any second, whimpering softly, unable to do much of anything about the all but mindless grinding against yoongi's thigh that he's still doing. "hyung ... i want you to touch me. want-want hyung inside me, please?" it's always easier to voice these things when he's a little out of his mind, even as he stutters slightly over his words, struggling to articulate entirely in the mess of sleep and arousal he's caught right in the middle of.
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it's obvious in the way that he stirs a little, the sound of his voice continuing on along with the trail of his touch down jungkook's back, hand pressing against his ass, pressing him closer, pushing something like a downright moan right out of his chest. it feels good, of course it does, just like any attention from yoongi. but it still isn't enough. he wants more, needs more, still needs it so badly he feels like he could fall apart at any second, whimpering softly, unable to do much of anything about the all but mindless grinding against yoongi's thigh that he's still doing. "hyung ... i want you to touch me. want-want hyung inside me, please?" it's always easier to voice these things when he's a little out of his mind, even as he stutters slightly over his words, struggling to articulate entirely in the mess of sleep and arousal he's caught right in the middle of.