Having said it once, Yoongi doesn't know why he hasn't said it a thousand times. There's such a potency in that feeling of knowing Jungkook is his, that someone he loves loves him in turn that deeply, that the person he holds dearest is his. It's a bond nothing could ever unravel, he thinks, and the same way he feels a giddiness in pledging himself to Jungkook, there's a thrill that comes with claiming him in turn.
Just as intense is the burning within him as he watches Jungkook, enthralled and adoring, as the younger boy presses at Yoongi's hand. Jungkook has never asked him to prove himself, has only ever trusted him, and still, Yoongi thinks, he wants to spend a lifetime showing that he's worth that boundless trust. He wants to make sure he spends all his days showing Jungkook how utterly loved he is, and that he was right to be drawn to Yoongi, because Yoongi loves him more than anything or anyone, more than anyone else ever could. And it's not a slight on anyone else or against Jungkook; it's just that Yoongi knows that what he feels for Jungkook is special, all-encompassing. No one could ever hope to touch it because it has no limit. So he presses a little harder, the heel of his palm notched against Jungkook's throat, and even if the way his breath grows thin concerns Yoongi, he lets himself trust that Jungkook will push him away if it gets to be too much. And the way Jungkook blazes, flushed and desperate and so, so beautiful, makes him feel he's doing something right.
He's so close himself, perched right on the edge of orgasm, drawing in breaths as deep and steadying as he can, counterpoint to Jungkook's. Determined to see this through, he keeps fucking him hard, until Jungkook cries out, clenching down around Yoongi's cock as he comes, warmth painted against Yoongi's stomach. It's fascinating and stunning and Yoongi only half-sees because all it really takes is for those tight depths to get tighter still for him to come, too, a desperate groan in his throat. He lets go of Jungkook's neck and plants his hand by his head instead, hips still rocking almost convulsively as he rests their foreheads together, gasping for air. His climax shudders through him, everything electricity and sudden sparking pleasure, vision gone white as he slows and finally stills.
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Just as intense is the burning within him as he watches Jungkook, enthralled and adoring, as the younger boy presses at Yoongi's hand. Jungkook has never asked him to prove himself, has only ever trusted him, and still, Yoongi thinks, he wants to spend a lifetime showing that he's worth that boundless trust. He wants to make sure he spends all his days showing Jungkook how utterly loved he is, and that he was right to be drawn to Yoongi, because Yoongi loves him more than anything or anyone, more than anyone else ever could. And it's not a slight on anyone else or against Jungkook; it's just that Yoongi knows that what he feels for Jungkook is special, all-encompassing. No one could ever hope to touch it because it has no limit. So he presses a little harder, the heel of his palm notched against Jungkook's throat, and even if the way his breath grows thin concerns Yoongi, he lets himself trust that Jungkook will push him away if it gets to be too much. And the way Jungkook blazes, flushed and desperate and so, so beautiful, makes him feel he's doing something right.
He's so close himself, perched right on the edge of orgasm, drawing in breaths as deep and steadying as he can, counterpoint to Jungkook's. Determined to see this through, he keeps fucking him hard, until Jungkook cries out, clenching down around Yoongi's cock as he comes, warmth painted against Yoongi's stomach. It's fascinating and stunning and Yoongi only half-sees because all it really takes is for those tight depths to get tighter still for him to come, too, a desperate groan in his throat. He lets go of Jungkook's neck and plants his hand by his head instead, hips still rocking almost convulsively as he rests their foreheads together, gasping for air. His climax shudders through him, everything electricity and sudden sparking pleasure, vision gone white as he slows and finally stills.