Love you, Jungkook mouths in return, though he's not sure how well Yoongi can see with his lips partially pressed against Yoongi's cock, potentially obscured from view. It isn't uncommon for Yoongi to already be hard by the time they veer towards physical intimacy, but perhaps the nerves and the proximity to the public keeps the excitement slowly at bay. On Jungkook's part, he isn't straining against his jeans yet, ears perked instead for any hint of sounds they should be afraid of, the approach of anyone who might catch them in the act. But some of that nervous tension buzzing in his ears starts to fade away the moment he finally has Yoongi in his mouth, tongue easily tracing around the base of the head, eager to bring Yoongi's erection to fullness.

Not being able to make a sound creates an interesting dynamic. They've been quiet before, of course — on the rarer occasions when Yoongi's spent the night at Jungkook's, it's practically a necessity, between Jungkook's mother's propensity to check up on her son on occasion and his stepbrother's much less generous reasons for stopping by. But intimacy in the privacy of their rooms has always felt like something they should be entitled to — that a better, less judgmental world would give them. This is different, and Jungkook can't help but wonder if he'll look back on this in a decade with a roll of his eyes, marveling at the liberties they're taking now.

But isn't being young the time to make such mistakes?

Jungkook's hand wraps gently around the base of Yoongi's cock, applying slight pressure, fingertips gentle against skin. His gaze flickers up, lingering around Yoongi's mouth, around the slight purse of the corners. How Yoongi always manages to look so beautiful, even in the unflattering light of a public bathroom, Jungkook doesn't know. But it feels appropriate to be down on his knees now, almost as though in worship.