jungkook is sensitive. he always has been, and he's always known it - even before he met yoongi. and it was the same after they met, the same when he was alone with yoongi's voice, yoongi's words, when he used to listen to his videos so religiously, back when he had to pretend that they were all meant just for him instead of knowing it without any hint of doubt. when they first started to get intimate, it was embarrassing. before they really got into the thick of it, when jungkook was still shy about any part of yoongi touching him like this. now, though, he's gotten used to it - he's let himself get used to it, let himself fall into it. and it's only seemed to make his reactions to everything that yoongi does to him that much more intense when he isn't worrying about it so much.
it's the same now as it always has been. it helps that jungkook is so worked up, so ready for yoongi that the first touch of his fingers has his hips twitching, his mouth falling open when yoongi's fingers curl loosely around him, encouraging him, making it so hard for jungkook not to just buck his hips up into it. he doesn't, though. he manages to keep himself in check, to hold himself back - and it's so worth it when yoongi starts stroking him properly, always so, so good, enough to make him let out sinful, desperate little noises that only increase with the way that the touches do. the way that it goes from calculated to something more raw, something with an obvious intent makes jungkook's head spin, makes him struggle to breathe because it's never enough. he always wants - he wants, he wants, he wants, his voice catching on a broken whine of "hyung, hy-ung," hips stuttering like he wants to hold it back, like he's trying so hard to but the thing is - he doesn't have a choice. yoongi brings the pleasure with a vengeance and it slams into jungkook so hard that he cums whether he wants to or not, face scrunched with the intensity of the feeling since it's been so long, voice rising to the kinds of levels that make him feel so grateful he lives in his own apartment.
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it's the same now as it always has been. it helps that jungkook is so worked up, so ready for yoongi that the first touch of his fingers has his hips twitching, his mouth falling open when yoongi's fingers curl loosely around him, encouraging him, making it so hard for jungkook not to just buck his hips up into it. he doesn't, though. he manages to keep himself in check, to hold himself back - and it's so worth it when yoongi starts stroking him properly, always so, so good, enough to make him let out sinful, desperate little noises that only increase with the way that the touches do. the way that it goes from calculated to something more raw, something with an obvious intent makes jungkook's head spin, makes him struggle to breathe because it's never enough. he always wants - he wants, he wants, he wants, his voice catching on a broken whine of "hyung, hy-ung," hips stuttering like he wants to hold it back, like he's trying so hard to but the thing is - he doesn't have a choice. yoongi brings the pleasure with a vengeance and it slams into jungkook so hard that he cums whether he wants to or not, face scrunched with the intensity of the feeling since it's been so long, voice rising to the kinds of levels that make him feel so grateful he lives in his own apartment.