Jungkook's eyes flutter at the tug of Yoongi's hand in his hair, the sharp pull of strands sending a shiver down his spine. Yoongi tips over the edge slowly at first, then all at once, giving way to pleasure as he starts to thrust into Jungkook's mouth. The slight loss of control takes some time to adjust to at first, Jungkook's eyes tearing up at the sudden stretch against the back of his throat, but even that creates a heady feeling all on its own, the rush of contentment upon knowing that he can offer Yoongi this much — a warm, tight heat that triggers a slight tremble in Yoongi's thighs, muscles tightening as he draws closer to climax.

Once he has a better sense of the rhythm, Jungkook starts to move to meet Yoongi's pace, sucking and pressing the flat of his tongue up against Yoongi's cock. They need to keep quiet, but Jungkook still does his best to let out the softest of hums, a vibration towards the back of his throat as his hands shift to wrap around either side of Yoongi's ass, squeezing and encouraging. With deep breaths, Jungkook takes in Yoongi's scent, deep and subtle and so much like the nights they spend together tangled up in sheets. This moment is unique, unlike any they've had before, and yet the familiarity remains there, tempering Jungkook's nerves and leaving him at ease.

His fingers dig against Yoongi's skin, breath growing harried as he feels Yoongi start to lose the precise pace, as the edge of Yoongi's voice suggests that he's close. With some effort, Jungkook strains to look up, catching whatever glimpse of Yoongi's expression that he can.