There isn't a thing in the world Yoongi wouldn't do for Jungkook. That please, so needy and sweet, gets right under his skin, like every inch of him is pulsing with the way his own desire meets his longing to give Jungkook exactly what he wants. He almost asks again, asks if he's sure, but the way Jungkook sounds right now, he doesn't think he needs to. His eyes are dark, his cheeks flushed, and, for a moment, Yoongi's throat goes tight, vaguely overwhelmed by everything — by how beautiful Jungkook is like this, spread out for him and desperate, by how much he wants without yet getting any relief, by the headiness of knowing no one here gives a shit what they're doing, that no one's going to find or stop them. There's no need to hold back here, to be careful in case his father comes home unexpectedly or wakes up. There's just them, just this, just Jungkook.
Still, he waits, slowing the pace of his fingers, until Jungkook feels more relaxed around them, before pulling them out. However badly he might want, the last thing he intends to do is hurt Jungkook. "I love you," he murmurs, briefly stroking a hand down Jungkook's thigh, the other reaching for the lube. His breath catches at the touch of his own hand, coming out again in a shaky exhale. It doesn't do much to take the edge off, just makes him wants to be inside of Jungkook even more, head light with it as he leans forward. "Love you so much." There have been times he's wondered if he says it too much, too needy himself, too anxious to be loved back as wholeheartedly as he loves; meeting Jungkook's gaze, though, he knows that isn't the case. Even if there were such a thing as too much for love, he thinks, they both crave it too much to tire of hearing it when they feel so goddamn lucky to be loved by each other in the first place. Besides, if there's ever a time for it, it's now. Yoongi hisses between his teeth, lining himself up with Jungkook's entrance and pressing slowly inside him, his heart stuttering in his chest as the tight heat envelops him. "Fuck," he whines, leaning forward to rest his head against Jungkook's shoulder. "Oh. Fuck, feel so fucking good, Gguk."
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Still, he waits, slowing the pace of his fingers, until Jungkook feels more relaxed around them, before pulling them out. However badly he might want, the last thing he intends to do is hurt Jungkook. "I love you," he murmurs, briefly stroking a hand down Jungkook's thigh, the other reaching for the lube. His breath catches at the touch of his own hand, coming out again in a shaky exhale. It doesn't do much to take the edge off, just makes him wants to be inside of Jungkook even more, head light with it as he leans forward. "Love you so much." There have been times he's wondered if he says it too much, too needy himself, too anxious to be loved back as wholeheartedly as he loves; meeting Jungkook's gaze, though, he knows that isn't the case. Even if there were such a thing as too much for love, he thinks, they both crave it too much to tire of hearing it when they feel so goddamn lucky to be loved by each other in the first place. Besides, if there's ever a time for it, it's now. Yoongi hisses between his teeth, lining himself up with Jungkook's entrance and pressing slowly inside him, his heart stuttering in his chest as the tight heat envelops him. "Fuck," he whines, leaning forward to rest his head against Jungkook's shoulder. "Oh. Fuck, feel so fucking good, Gguk."