The sensation of Yoongi growing harder and heavier against Jungkook's tongue is intoxicating, and Jungkook has to remind himself to stay quiet, their surroundings too sensitive for the slip of a moan. Instead, his fingers grip around the bulk of Yoongi's thigh, blunt fingernails digging against skin as Jungkook starts to bob his head forward, breath labored as he chases after the tremble of Yoongi's body that he knows so well. Briefly, his eyes close, focused on dragging his tongue from side to side, on pressing Yoongi's cock tight against the roof of his mouth — every possible effort made to keep the sensation tight, to make things feel as good as they can for Yoongi.

Giving pleasure has always been just as important to Jungkook as receiving it, if not more so — one of the many ways that his relationship with Yoongi has always been fully reciprocal. There's no question that both of them revel in making the other feel that heightened pleasure. When Yoongi takes control, it's never in an effort to take and take, never greedily seeking out his own climax — instead, Jungkook always finds himself taken by the amount of devotion that he can see in Yoongi's gaze.

That both of them want nothing more than each other's happiness makes even the most shallow exchanges of intimacy all the more tender. Jungkook's fingers splay over the jut of Yoongi's hipbone, then wrap around the curve of his ass, nudging. Encouraging Yoongi to move, to take, imploring with the quick glance Jungkook makes up to meet Yoongi's eyes.