Jungkook meets Yoongi's gaze directly, unable to tear his eyes away as Yoongi continues to touch him, every stroke firm and steady. Even though they've spent a few nights together, Jungkook finds that he's still overwhelmed by the intimacy, always finding something new to notice — the way the planes of muscle across Yoongi's back shift, the time it takes until his hair is plastered against his temples. The way his lips look when they're parted in concentration, soft and relaxed, still wet from a kiss. Yoongi is always beautiful, but there's something even more alluring about him in these moments, shameless and unbridled.

"God, Yoongi," Jungkook gasps, desperately wrapping a hand around Yoongi's neck to pull him closer. "Kiss me first. And — pants, off. I wanna feel you against me first. Your cock against mine."

He knows he won't be long once Yoongi's lips wrap around him; already, Jungkook can feel himself hardening at the thought, rocking his hips instinctively before realizing that doing so isn't exactly a help to his current goal. Laughing under his breath, Jungkook pushes up against an elbow, glances down between their bodies and reaches for the button of Yoongi's pants, popping it free and hurriedly pulling the zipper down.