"I'm yours, yours," Jungkook whispers, shivering at the brush of Yoongi's thumb by his throat. Even this, knowing that Yoongi's never been drawn to asphyxiation before, sends another current of heat through Jungkook. Yoongi trusts him, Yoongi takes care of him, and Jungkook isn't sure that there's ever been another person as attuned to his needs, anyone who makes him feel quite as precious as he does now, in Yoongi's arms and warm, so warm. He'd do anything to make an eternity out of his moment, for the two of them to be always together like this, so much love that Jungkook thinks he could practically drown in it.
Yoongi kisses him. Presses his palm against Jungkook's neck. Yoongi drives himself into Jungkook time and time again, and it's barely an instant every time Yoongi pulls away, but even that brief second is enough for Jungkook to feel the ache of loss, eager to feel Yoongi in him again. And then Yoongi's encouraging Jungkook to come, and there's a small whimper in Jungkook's throat — the pressure is so much that it almost hurts, not being able to touch and relieve himself. It doesn't escape Jungkook's notice that Yoongi isn't touching him either, and so Jungkook blinks his eyes open, fixates on Yoongi's in turn.
"I'm gonna, you're gonna make me come—"
Yoongi is asking more of him, and Jungkook wants nothing more than to acquiesce, staring into Yoongi's eyes, blown dark and gaze intent. Jungkook raises his hands up to Yoongi's, encouraging him to press just a little harder, his breath grown thin and reedy as it passes between his lips, and his lungs feel like they're afire, every inch of his skin ablaze, and Jungkook can't hear himself but he feels the cry that's lodged in his throat, only escaping once he finally finds release. Jungkook gasps, tightening around Yoongi as his body pitches forward; comes in waves, a repeating stanza that cuts through the stars in his vision.
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Yoongi kisses him. Presses his palm against Jungkook's neck. Yoongi drives himself into Jungkook time and time again, and it's barely an instant every time Yoongi pulls away, but even that brief second is enough for Jungkook to feel the ache of loss, eager to feel Yoongi in him again. And then Yoongi's encouraging Jungkook to come, and there's a small whimper in Jungkook's throat — the pressure is so much that it almost hurts, not being able to touch and relieve himself. It doesn't escape Jungkook's notice that Yoongi isn't touching him either, and so Jungkook blinks his eyes open, fixates on Yoongi's in turn.
"I'm gonna, you're gonna make me come—"
Yoongi is asking more of him, and Jungkook wants nothing more than to acquiesce, staring into Yoongi's eyes, blown dark and gaze intent. Jungkook raises his hands up to Yoongi's, encouraging him to press just a little harder, his breath grown thin and reedy as it passes between his lips, and his lungs feel like they're afire, every inch of his skin ablaze, and Jungkook can't hear himself but he feels the cry that's lodged in his throat, only escaping once he finally finds release. Jungkook gasps, tightening around Yoongi as his body pitches forward; comes in waves, a repeating stanza that cuts through the stars in his vision.