There will be time later to fret about whether or not Jungkook can live up to expectations, whether or not he can handle having so much control. For now, Jungkook's gaze fixates on the subtle shifts in Yoongi's expression, the flush on his cheeks so prettily pink against the ivory tone of his skin, eyes blown dark, lips parted. He wants to sear that image into his mind, reluctant to let go of it even for the kiss that Yoongi offers, lips slotting together, the touch honeyed and sweet. Soon, the promise echoes in Jungkook's mind, and he sighs, energy thrumming through his veins with nothing against which to find purpose, until Jungkook drops his other hand to Yoongi's hip and lets his fingers squeeze tight.
"Gonna make you feel so good," Jungkook promises, his voice suddenly soft and tender, following Yoongi's example. Yoongi's always protected Jungkook in moments such as these, shielded Jungkook, all the vulnerable parts of him carefully tucked under Yoongi's shadow. Jungkook will simply have to offer the same in turn, when the time comes. A safe haven from all the noise that surrounds them. "Fill you up." He slides his finger along the rim, feather-light, then traces up to the base of Yoongi's spine. "So deep that we'll forget what's you and what's me. We'll feel everything together."
Jungkook smiles, nips at the soft curve of Yoongi's lip. Even if sex didn't feel half as good as it did, Jungkook thinks he'd want that intimacy regardless, the romance in feeling their bodies shift together, working to move in tandem. A duet all their own. "And until then, you'll just have to fuck me enough that I remember to study whenever I'm sitting in class." He snickers, wiggling his butt for emphasis.
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"Gonna make you feel so good," Jungkook promises, his voice suddenly soft and tender, following Yoongi's example. Yoongi's always protected Jungkook in moments such as these, shielded Jungkook, all the vulnerable parts of him carefully tucked under Yoongi's shadow. Jungkook will simply have to offer the same in turn, when the time comes. A safe haven from all the noise that surrounds them. "Fill you up." He slides his finger along the rim, feather-light, then traces up to the base of Yoongi's spine. "So deep that we'll forget what's you and what's me. We'll feel everything together."
Jungkook smiles, nips at the soft curve of Yoongi's lip. Even if sex didn't feel half as good as it did, Jungkook thinks he'd want that intimacy regardless, the romance in feeling their bodies shift together, working to move in tandem. A duet all their own. "And until then, you'll just have to fuck me enough that I remember to study whenever I'm sitting in class." He snickers, wiggling his butt for emphasis.