There's so much Yoongi enjoys about all of this, so much he likes to hear Jungkook say. Through it all, his own name has to be one of the best sounds. There's nothing quite like hearing it like this, strained and vulnerable and needy, like Jungkook can't help saying his name as he comes. Sometimes it still feels like a novelty to be called by his name at all, but this is the way it sounds best to him.

This time, when Jungkook comes, Yoongi is a little more prepared for it. Kneading gently at Jungkook's thigh, he moans in answer, the hot, thick liquid rushing over his tongue. It's still a little overwhelming, still too much for him to handle, but he swallows as best he can, remembering too late that he wanted to pull off sooner and let Jungkook come on his face. Next time, he thinks.

Only once he's sure Jungkook is done does he draw back, wiping carefully at his eyes, come still dripping down his chin as he crawls back up the bed. He likes the way that feels, likes the way he must look, sated and debauched, still nowhere as beautiful as Jungkook, who looks utterly spent. Yoongi reaches up to touch his cheek, leans in to kiss the other one. Jungkook seems so pleasantly wrecked, and it's at once arousing and endearing; Yoongi just wants to take care of him, to coddle and soothe. "So good for me," he murmurs. "So beautiful when you come for me."

As much as he wants to just cuddle up to him now, he pulls back, edging over to the side to start untying him. "You feel okay?"