the slow descent is something that jungkook enjoys just as much - something that never seems to get old, that he could never, ever get tired of. because it's the slow descent that makes it that much easier for jungkook to just - fall. it makes it easier for him to let go, to let more and more of him slip away with every little bit that yoongi pushes, every little piece that he takes until there's nothing left, until he's just - yoongi's, always yoongi's.

right now is nothing different. because every bit more that yoongi pushes means that jungkook is inching closer to something like giving in - as if he hasn't already, as if he hadn't given in before any of this started in the first place. it's just impossible to resist, really - he can't help it, not when the steady, exploratory touches have him fighting not to squirm on his own, not to fall into movements other than the gentle rhythm that yoongi's guided him into following, that yoongi still continues to guide him in - almost like he's controlling him. and god, jungkook loves it.

he loves it just as much as he hates it, just as much as the impatience starts to flare up deep in his stomach, just a little. just enough to have him half-huffing something like a small, impatient sort of sound at the way that yoongi moves so slowly, the way that he talks so vaguely - the way he's got jungkook wanting more.

"what... is it?" he asks, his voice stretching a bit, starting to strain a little, coming out breathy around the edges already.