As he edges closer, Yoongi drops his head, gazing down at Jungkook, stunning as ever. It's heady and surreal, standing here like this, far from home and in a precarious position, yet still feeling so comfortable, so good. Jungkook always seems to know exactly what Yoongi wants and needs, the vibration around his cock drawing him closer still to his finish. Close, he mouths, hoping Jungkook will understand. They know each other's bodies well enough at this point that the other boy can probably tell anyway.

"Fuck," he hisses, eyes closing tight, teeth digging into his lower lip for a moment before his mouth falls open again. It takes all his will to keep silent as he comes, hips stuttering, fingers tightening, his knees threatening to give out as pleasure washes over him. For a few moments, in spite of his trying to keep quiet, no one else seems to matter or even exist, nothing beyond the two of them. His fingers trace lower to brush against Jungkook's cheek as he looks down again. He always finds moments like these bring a burst of affection, of love, and all he wants now is sink down to his knees and kiss Jungkook, to hold him close. A setting like this shouldn't be romantic at all, but he finds himself moved anyway, as he always is by how fervently Jungkook wants to make him feel good.