Yoongi draws in a sharp breath, head tipping back against the wall, nerves starting to ease as Jungkook takes him in his mouth. The sound of people milling about is distracting, but worries fall away with that familiar heat. He reaches out to run his fingers through Jungkook's hair, gentle, not wanting to pull or hurry him or do anything that might provoke a noise. It's one thing to be quiet at home. If he thinks about it, the stakes are higher there, where discovery could result in their being kicked out of their homes, but it seems both easier to manage in the comfort of their beds and more annoying that they should have to. Here, knowing the risks, the need for silence just adds to the excitement.

It isn't easy, Yoongi's breath growing shallow as his cock hardens and he does his best to hold his hips absolutely still, no matter how badly he wants more. Right now, how they proceed is really up to Jungkook. Gazing down at him, looking into his eyes, steadies Yoongi, but he still doesn't dare say a word or make a sound. It's only been a matter of months since they started messing around, but Jungkook is, Yoongi's pretty sure, preternaturally skilled at giving head, perhaps because he genuinely loves doing it. Or maybe it's just that, having only been with each other, they've learned exactly what the other likes, their skill at it honed to meet one person's desires. Fingers stroking through Jungkook's hair, he watches, enthralled, need beginning to overcome any lingering trepidation.