Yoongi exhales sharply, grip on the headboard tightening so he won't pull Jungkook's hair instead. Tempting though it is to tug, he wants to give him room to move if he needs to, to pull back some if it gets to be too much. Judging by Jungkook's reaction, though, he's not sure that's going to be a problem. There are tears in his eyes, but if anything, he looks like he's enjoying this almost as much as Yoongi is. It makes him feel better about pushing him a little more, hips rocking as he tries to find a rhythm and the right depth, a desperate moan pulled from his throat as Jungkook takes him deeper.

"So good," he whimpers. "Fuck, Gguk, you're so beautiful. So hot." He can feel every noise, every swallow, lost in the sensations and the sight as Jungkook sucks at him. He lets go of the headboard, reaching down to wipe a tear from Jungkook's cheek, thumb running gently over flushed skin. With the perfect wet suction of his mouth and the way Jungkook sounds right now, he's not sure how long he's going to make it, but he intends to enjoy every last second of it. "Is it good? You like that?"

He's pretty sure of the answer, but he likes the noises Jungkook makes and the enthusiasm with which he responds. There's something utterly intoxicating about this, the juxtaposition of control and vulnerability, of having Jungkook at his mercy and knowing he's loving every moment. With Jungkook gazing up at him like this, even through the haze of pleasure, it's hard to feel anything but loved and more wanted than he's ever been in his life.