When Yoongi asks how Jungkook is faring, he nods instinctively. No matter how torturous the wait can get, there's no doubt in Jungkook's mind that all of this is okay. More than okay. There's so much to drink in during every second; Jungkook never wants it to stop. Until now, moments of intimacy have fallen under either extremely — some shared under the rush of excitement, passionate and at times almost frenzied, while others are slow and tender, the fire never fully stoked.

This feels different — fire under his skin, a storm in his veins, all while everything remains just slightly out of reach. It's a different kind of desire, an ache that drives deep into his spine.

Three tugs, he reminds himself, relaxing both hands for emphasis. Glances up to meet Yoongi's gaze where he's stood above, and shifting higher on the mattress to give Yoongi easier access. His lips part readily when he feels the brush of Yoongi's cock, tongue instinctively swiping out to taste, a soft moan slipping unbidden.

Energy suddenly renewed, Jungkook leans forward to take more of Yoongi's cock between his lips, pushing himself forward until he can feel a tickle of hair against his nose. Even having only been denied for a couple minutes at most, the sudden contact creates a rush; Jungkook keeps his lips tightly shut, tongue pressed up against veins and working his best to make things tight. Not once does he look away from Yoongi's eyes.