"Mm-hmm," Yoongi says, pleased with himself and not troubling to hide it. Every sound, every shiver. just fuels him. He drags his tongue along Jungkook's thigh, lifting his head to look at him, gaze raking along the length of him before he meets his eyes. "You didn't think I was going to tie you down and then give you what you want immediately, did you?"

As far as he can tell, though, this is what Jungkook wants, something so good it's just this side of torture, to be entirely at Yoongi's mercy, made to wait on his whim. As much as Yoongi wants to make him come, he wants this, too, to draw it out and also to continue where he is, making a mark where no one but himself and Jungkook will ever be able to see it. Even if it doesn't last long, they'll know it was there. That he was here.

He misses the feeling of Jungkook's hands on him, but there will be time for that later, he figures. If anything, it might be all the better for having had to wait.