At first, it feels a little selfish, Yoongi finds, knowing that they probably can't safely linger long enough for him to return the favor. As badly as he wants to get down on his knees for Jungkook in turn, knowing how arousing it is just to give pleasure, he's not sure they can risk it, and he doesn't like not being able to make Jungkook feel good, too.
It's hard, though, to worry over that for long when Jungkook's lips seal tight around him, his tongue working over sensitive skin, and Yoongi's breath catches, teeth sinking into his lower lip to stifle any sound he might make. And when he can feel Jungkook urging him on, when he can see that look in his eyes, the worry slips away. They'll have time later for him to make it up to Jungkook if they can't now. Right in this moment, he knows, Jungkook is enjoying this almost as much as he is. His fingers curling tighter in Jungkook's hair, he rocks his hips — tentative at first, testing, and then more sure, faster, his head dropping back against the wall again. The sounds of people coming and going don't fade away altogether, but they hardly matter. Jungkook's mouth feels so fucking good around him, so warm and tight, and maybe what's exciting isn't just the presence of others in and of itself. Maybe it's this feeling of invulnerability, like they could get away with anything. They could get caught at any moment, but they won't be. The sense of safety is as thrilling as the danger.
Still, if anyone gets too close, he'd be surprised if they couldn't hear the way he's panting now, his free hand skating up to press against his own throat, as if he might be able to will himself into silence with a little pressure. Whatever uncertainties he might have had about this exercise are gone, replaced with desperation for more. He thrusts into Jungkook's mouth again and again, a small whimper escaping him as he gets closer.
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It's hard, though, to worry over that for long when Jungkook's lips seal tight around him, his tongue working over sensitive skin, and Yoongi's breath catches, teeth sinking into his lower lip to stifle any sound he might make. And when he can feel Jungkook urging him on, when he can see that look in his eyes, the worry slips away. They'll have time later for him to make it up to Jungkook if they can't now. Right in this moment, he knows, Jungkook is enjoying this almost as much as he is. His fingers curling tighter in Jungkook's hair, he rocks his hips — tentative at first, testing, and then more sure, faster, his head dropping back against the wall again. The sounds of people coming and going don't fade away altogether, but they hardly matter. Jungkook's mouth feels so fucking good around him, so warm and tight, and maybe what's exciting isn't just the presence of others in and of itself. Maybe it's this feeling of invulnerability, like they could get away with anything. They could get caught at any moment, but they won't be. The sense of safety is as thrilling as the danger.
Still, if anyone gets too close, he'd be surprised if they couldn't hear the way he's panting now, his free hand skating up to press against his own throat, as if he might be able to will himself into silence with a little pressure. Whatever uncertainties he might have had about this exercise are gone, replaced with desperation for more. He thrusts into Jungkook's mouth again and again, a small whimper escaping him as he gets closer.