there have been times when jungkook has been torn about it. torn about what to do, what to use, about whether he wanted to let a toy give him some of that relief or wait until yoongi was here with him to stretch him out instead. over time, though, it's been harder to resist. so much harder once he knew what it was like, having yoongi buried impossibly deep inside, to make due with just his fingers, or nothing at all. the toys are still nothing like the real thing, nowhere near close enough. but an added benefit of using them is making itself known right now. how much easier it is for yoongi's fingers to slip inside, for yoongi to continue fucking him open, to hit all the right spots, quickly making jungkook gasp, choke on more soft, stuttered groans, keeping him mindlessly moving into it.

it doesn't take long. it never takes long, and especially not right now, not like this, not whenever jungkook was already all but falling apart before yoongi even properly got his hands on him. jungkook can already feel himself falling into a different kind of headspace even before that question comes, torn between just relishing in how good it is and how much he still craves for more. but the answer to the question comes easy, mindlessly, jungkook nodding eagerly the second that it's left yoongi's mouth. "yes," he moans, voice edging on a whimper. "please - hyung-"