Jungkook whines around Yoongi's cock by way of response, not daring to pull back, not wanting to interrupt the slight keen that he hears in Yoongi's voice. Everything is heady, from the deep taste of Yoongi on his tongue to the hands wrapped tight around the headboard. His shoulders are already aching; he'll probably need to stretch him out first, the next time they try this. Because, if their enthusiasm serves as any indication, there will be a next time.

When the pad of Yoongi's thumb brushes against his cheek, Jungkook's eyes slide to a close, enjoying a touch just slightly warmer than his own skin. Without sight to distract him, he takes his time sucking at Yoongi's cock, making sure to lean in whenever he feels the tilt of Yoongi's hips. He whines at the questions — of course he likes this, how could he not — and tries to imagine how Yoongi's ass might feel now, whether or not his thighs are trembling at all, the usual tells that have Jungkook working with renewed energy.

Without touch to guide him, Jungkook can only open his eyes again, staring under wet lashes and taking Yoongi in deep again, swallowing around him, a soft rumble in his throat. Just watching the way Yoongi's lips part, rosy and still swollen from earlier kisses.

He's so beautiful, gaze both distant and penetrating, lost in the thick of desire.