For all that this moment demands silence, Jungkook finds himself transfixed by the light hiss that passes between Yoongi's teeth, bracing himself for the sudden spread of warmth at the back of his throat, swallowing carefully around Yoongi's cock. There's something heady about seeing Yoongi lose himself in orgasm, control ceded as his hips buck, his fingers grip at Jungkook's hair, body stiffening as he lets wave after wave of pleasure course over him. Jungkook's distraction makes it so that he doesn't quite catch everything in his mouth, tongue sweeping out before he hastily reaches behind for a length of toilet paper, grinning up at Yoongi as a thumb makes its way to Jungkook's cheek, sweeping soft and gentle.

Jungkook leans forward, dabbing at his lips before he rests his chin against Yoongi's thigh, cheeks flushed and silent contentment writ on his features. There's nothing about their surroundings that screams romance, and Jungkook almost laughs when he hears the shriek of a child and a pitter-patter of shoes against the floor. Nothing could be better than this, Jungkook thinks, the two of them all wrapped up in each other even with the rest of the world busy and turning around them.

So good, coming for me, Jungkook mouths, not sure whether or not Yoongi will really be able to make out the words, but figuring that the sentiment still comes across in the way his hands smooth up and over Yoongi's hips, touch soothing and gentle.