It's all Yoongi needs to hear. "I like that," he says. "Please." It sounds so good, the way Jungkook's voice pitches higher, thinner, desperation practically dripping from his words. Running his hands over Jungkook's thighs soothingly, he drags the flat of his tongue over the head of his cock, eyes closing briefly at the taste of him.

Teasing is fun, especially when there's nothing Jungkook can do to retaliate, but he's waited long enough. Looking up again to meet his eyes, Yoongi lowers his head, taking him into his mouth. He sinks down as far as he can manage, moaning around him in mingled desire and relief. He's sure Jungkook has wanted this even more than he has, but it feels like he's been waiting forever to get his mouth on him again. He does his best to make it as tight as he can for Jungkook, tongue sweeping over him as Yoongi bobs his head, watching Jungkook all the while. The way his features shift as Yoongi works at him is hypnotic — beautiful, even, though Yoongi knows he's biased. He's not sure anyone could deny that there's a certain beauty to it, though, to the soft needy sounds and the relief.