Those are the words Yoongi was waiting on. Wanted to hear Jungkook say it, admit that he wanted his hyung out loud instead of letting his body do all the communicating for him. It's taken some time and patience, helping Jungkook get as comfortable as he is now with voicing all of his desires. It wasn't always as easy as this, not when Jungkook was younger, shyer, accustomed to the intimacy beneath his own bed sheets with the sound of Yoongi's voice, not quite as confident with the real thing. But that hesitancy has long since passed, Jungkook's moan crystal clear and unabashed as Yoongi continues to work him. Continues to drive him crazy.
It's only when Yoongi pulls Jungkook's shorts down, just enough to have them bunch up and cling to his thighs, that he realizes the shift. No concentrated typing, no rapid-fire responses. Just breathless anticipation as Yoongi strokes himself slick with precum, lining himself up, the firm, steadying grip on his boyfriend's waist more than enough encouragement to follow his lead. So Yoongi has him scoot back, all the way back, slowly but surely, until Jungkook's ass is flush against him and he's fully buried. And fuck, watching his baby take him, every single inch swallowed up in that tight body, will never not make Yoongi's head spin. Feels amazing. Feels perfect.
His free hand wraps around the boy, fingers splayed and resting low on his belly. Takes a moment to catch his breath, to even his voice out, but eventually Yoongi picks up right where they left off--wondering if Jungkook will be able to do the same, now that he's got him in this headspace. Maybe even challenging his boyfriend. "Good boy," he praises lowly, pressing another light kiss to Jungkook's neck. "Now you can finish your work."
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It's only when Yoongi pulls Jungkook's shorts down, just enough to have them bunch up and cling to his thighs, that he realizes the shift. No concentrated typing, no rapid-fire responses. Just breathless anticipation as Yoongi strokes himself slick with precum, lining himself up, the firm, steadying grip on his boyfriend's waist more than enough encouragement to follow his lead. So Yoongi has him scoot back, all the way back, slowly but surely, until Jungkook's ass is flush against him and he's fully buried. And fuck, watching his baby take him, every single inch swallowed up in that tight body, will never not make Yoongi's head spin. Feels amazing. Feels perfect.
His free hand wraps around the boy, fingers splayed and resting low on his belly. Takes a moment to catch his breath, to even his voice out, but eventually Yoongi picks up right where they left off--wondering if Jungkook will be able to do the same, now that he's got him in this headspace. Maybe even challenging his boyfriend. "Good boy," he praises lowly, pressing another light kiss to Jungkook's neck. "Now you can finish your work."