The tell-tale signs are there, and Yoongi knows that Jungkook is there, perched right on the edge. It only encourages him to push harder, taking Jungkook as deep as he can, struggling not to moan. If they call attention to themselves, this tips over from excitingly dangerous to actual trouble. It's hard, though, when Jungkook is hot and heavy against his tongue, when Yoongi knows that he's the reason Jungkook is so close, the reason he's clearly struggling to hold in any sound.

He kneads gently at Jungkook's ass, encouraging, his eyes falling shut again as he savors the taste and the thrill. Come for me, he thinks, looking up again as if he could convey that plea with his gaze alone. Even from this angle, Jungkook is beautiful, a soft sheen of sweat on his skin, cheeks flushed. Yoongi never gets enough of this.