it almost feels like jungkook is still dreaming. everything is still so hazy, his head so clouded with so many things. with how much he wants yoongi, with how happy he is to have him here again, for them to be together, that he doesn't have to do this alone. and then there's how good it feels, so good that jungkook thinks he could cry from it and he's barely done anything at all, they've barely gotten started. there's just something about having yoongi inside of him that scratches a deep seated itch, one that feels like it's been going on for much too long, and the sensation of relief and want all at the same time is nearly too much for him to handle.

yoongi grounds him, though. he grounds him the same way that he always does, with gentle touches and soothing words, with the way that his mouth draws out even more shivers, soft sounds, goosebumps over jungkook's skin. jungkook is pliant, moving however yoongi wants him to, receptive to whatever push and pull the older man wants, unable to keep from moving, from rocking his hips against him, just searching for more of that good feeling, more of that pleasure. coupled with the way that yoongi bucks up into him it has jungkook releasing touched out moans and whimpers, stuttered words, something like "hyung" and "c-can have.. more?" because he's too far gone to worry about being greedy, far too touched out to be self conscious.