jungkook loves every second of this. even as needy, as impatient as he is, it still cuts through him in all the best ways. it still gets to him just like it always does, always has, the way that yoongi takes care of him. the way that yoongi drags it out, toys with him that much more, for just a moment though it feels longer. it's enough to push the heat, the fire inside him even stronger, higher, because they both know just how much he loves it. what follows is even better, yoongi preparing himself, jungkook unable to keep back what would ordinarily be an embarrassing whimper in response to his groan.

it's only a matter of seconds later that yoongi is pressing inside. finally giving jungkook the start of what he's been needing, and it's hard not to take it a little too fast, not to move eagerly, wanting it all. but even so, he's powerless against it when yoongi holds tight around his waist, keeping him right where he is to give him the rest, and it feels so good that jungkook could cry just from this. his head tips back, lips parted for the sounds that he doesn't try to hold back, starting to shake a little under yoongi's fingers with the effort of not moving, not starting, surrendering the control completely even when his body is absolutely begging for more.