"Good boy." Behaving earned him praise, and he was eager for it, like a puppy desperate to hear that he was doing a good job. It also earned him a sharp bite to his throat, those teeth digging in until they drew blood, leaving his skin raw and ruptured, the bruise forming directly above his pulse point. "Daddy wants to watch you get ready for him."
Then the weight was gone, the bed dipping beneath the others weight as he felt something drop on his stomach. Glancing down, he saw a tube of scented lubricate, long fingers reaching out to grasp it softly. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, he quickly glanced around the room, having not actually bothered to take anything about it in since they arrived. It was plain, barely decorated, neat and tidy, like it was intended to be a guest room of some sorts instead of where any one actually lived. But there was a chair in the corner, and sharp white teeth sunk into his lip as he contemplated.
"Will you go sit over there for me daddy?" Pushing himself up onto his knees, he reached out, nails lightly dragging down the other's chest as he spoke.
"Can daddy get a kiss first?" Both hands had come up, cupping the sides of his face to guide him in. All he managed to get out was a nod before their lips were crashing together, the kiss harsh and tense and full of need and desire, pouring into every swipe of their tongues and every nip of teeth.
Only once Jungkook was settled did he actually move, trying not to think about the way his mouth watered as the other had sat down, spreading his legs so wide. Trying not to think about crawling between them and using his mouth. He was at least pretty confident he'd be good at that. Yoongi had always told him he had the lips for it.
Twisting, he bent over slightly, popping the cap of the lube and letting some pool into his palm, before swiping his fingers through the puddle. His upper body slowly descending downwards, until those wide shoulders were propped up on a pillow, hips high and ass perfectly on display.
He had done this so many times that it almost came as second nature. How his hand trailed own his lower back. How those fingers teased at the hem of his underwear, before tugging it down until it rested beneath the globes of his ass. How to bend over just right to get the best angle.
Pads teased at his puckered entrance, slowly gliding around the rim, slicking it carefully before slipping inside. Just one, just to the first knuckle. But he was so used to it that it took no time at all for him to be three fingers deep, the long digits disappearing and reappearing, retreating with speed and purpose. They spread within his walls, like he was preparing himself for his favorite toy instead of an actual cock. Spread and wiggled and brushed over that spot within him until he was crying out, dick so hard and heavy beneath his legs, the head a deep, angry purple, slick with drops of pearly pre-cum.
"So beautiful." There were soft words of praise coming from Jungkook, every time he particularly liked something that he did. "Can you go deeper baby?"
"Won't reach." It came out as a frustrated cry, because no matter how he tried, how he twisted, his fingers would only ever go so far.
"Want daddy's help?" How the other's voice could still sound so calm was beyond him. Not when his own was a broken mess of sobs and cries and desperate wants.
"Yes." It came without a second thought, his hips rocking back onto his own hand. "Please daddy. I'm so close. Wanna come so badly."
"Such a good boy. Waiting for daddy's permission." A soft whine rose within his throat as his own fingers were slipped from his tight heat, the hand around his wrist firm and guiding. A thumb pressed against his rim, catching and and sinking inside as he palmed his cheek, spreading it slightly.
Four fingers sunk into him, sudden and all at once, and he cried out at the stretch, at how incredibly deep they went. Pads pressed directly against that spot within him, had him crying out and rocking back, so ready to release.
