Gazing up at him, Yoongi grins, charmed and pleased by the way Jungkook has to bite at the string on his hoodie. He wants to tease him about needing to have something in his mouth to keep quiet, but that's going to have to wait. (And, anyway, having something in his mouth hasn't always kept Jungkook quiet to begin with.) He shouldn't waste time, but he gives himself a few moments just to look up at his boyfriend, hands steadying at his hips, gratitude curling warm around his heart. To have found each other at all was a miracle. That Jungkook is someone he can share this with is more special than their surroundings would suggest.

Leaning close, thumb stroking gently along Jungkook's hip to remind him to keep quiet, Yoongi takes the head of his cock into his mouth, tongue laving around it, sweeping over the tip. He spends a few moments like this, letting Jungkook acclimate to keeping as quiet as this requires, before he takes him deeper, eyes falling shut. There's pleasure in giving, too, in feeling the way Jungkook's muscles tense under his hands, in knowing how good he's making Jungkook feel, in the familiarity of his taste.