Whenever they're close, it seems that the pace is hastened, a rising tempo and uneven rhythm. Jungkook's hands ball into fists, moaning as he sucks at Yoongi's cock, bobbing himself a little faster, intent on carrying the pleasure through to the end. Seeing the way that Yoongi's hips cant, the way that he's quickly losing control, it's about the hottest thing Jungkook's ever seen. Now, more than any point previously, he finds himself lamenting the ties around his wrists, wishes that he could put his hands on Yoongi to feel everything. The trembling, the heat on his skin.

The sight of Yoongi's hands gripping the headboard pulls a sudden vision of hands around Jungkook's neck, gentle in their brush but with hard intent.

For now, Yoongi's hands stop at Jungkook's hair, stuttering tugs at the strands until Jungkook can hear the sharp breath drawn between Yoongi's lips. He's close — Jungkook would have known from the movements alone — and Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, bracing for the sudden flood of warmth in his mouth, hard against the back of his throat.

He's still clumsy at this part, holding back a cough as Jungkook manages a small swallow, pulling off shortly after to gasp for air. He can feel the tears trailing down his cheeks and hopes that Yoongi doesn't mind or misinterpret them for discomfort. Feeling a trail of warmth down the side of his chin, Jungkook laughs, hanging his head for only half a second. He probably looks pretty wrecked.

Then again, so does Yoongi, but in the best of ways. Eyes lifting to meet Yoongi's gaze, Jungkook does his best to lean forward again, pressing a gentle kiss to Yoongi's thigh. "You came for me," he murmurs, tone awed. "Yoongi-ah."