Yoongi simply takes it all in stride. It doesn't matter that he was just sleeping, or that it's the dead of night, or that on the surface this all seems to have happened very suddenly. No need of Jungkook's is too small, because Yoongi is committed to taking care of every single one. He feels fully responsible for the younger boy, in a special way he's never had before even with his previous subs, because at the end of the day Yoongi's primary satisfaction comes from making Jungkook feel good and cared for. That's the kind of the dom Jungkook deserves. That's the kind of man he wants to be for his boyfriend. And right now, with Jungkook being so clear how he wants to be cared for, there's no reason not to listen to every word. There's been times in the past when Yoongi couldn't be there for him the way he wanted to be, couldn't truly satisfy him, times he still quietly feels guilty about--and he's determined not to have a repeat tonight.
Something in the boy's tone instantly makes Yoongi's chest ache, the other so open, already so deeply unwound. It never does take much. "Of course," he breathes in the dark space between them. The way Jungkook struggles through the mindless words only has Yoongi cupping the boy's cheek with his free hand, rewarding his honesty with a slow, equally mindless kiss. He swears he can taste the boy's need on his tongue, begging for attention, and it's intoxicating. Everything about Jungkook is, from those sweet sounds that keep slipping to the way he's desperately searching for relief against his thigh. Yoongi's hand continues to lazily grope him through his shorts, before resting back on his waist, adding just a bit of pressure. Just enough to pause the grinding, guide Jungkook's focus. "Do you want to help me get ready, baby?" The question is gentle, even though the implication has arousal swooping low in his belly, sweat pants a little tighter than a minute before. Those soft lips, those warm hands working to get him fully hard is almost as good as the thought that the boy can't wait for this, can't wait even one more minute.
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Something in the boy's tone instantly makes Yoongi's chest ache, the other so open, already so deeply unwound. It never does take much. "Of course," he breathes in the dark space between them. The way Jungkook struggles through the mindless words only has Yoongi cupping the boy's cheek with his free hand, rewarding his honesty with a slow, equally mindless kiss. He swears he can taste the boy's need on his tongue, begging for attention, and it's intoxicating. Everything about Jungkook is, from those sweet sounds that keep slipping to the way he's desperately searching for relief against his thigh. Yoongi's hand continues to lazily grope him through his shorts, before resting back on his waist, adding just a bit of pressure. Just enough to pause the grinding, guide Jungkook's focus. "Do you want to help me get ready, baby?" The question is gentle, even though the implication has arousal swooping low in his belly, sweat pants a little tighter than a minute before. Those soft lips, those warm hands working to get him fully hard is almost as good as the thought that the boy can't wait for this, can't wait even one more minute.