It doesn't take long for Yoongi's touch to rob Jungkook of his words, head swimming in the endless waves of sensation, soft little gasps in echo to the stroke of Yoongi's fingers. There's a certain calmness that comes in these moments with Yoongi, no matter how otherwise frenzied and passionate. He blinks his eyes open, watches Yoongi as best he can, until Yoongi slides too far down Jungkook's body to be seen — and even then, Jungkook reaches out with his hands, bound though they are, and lets his fingertips rake gently through Yoongi's hair, needing every possible point of contact.

"I've got you," he whispers off the end of a moan, drawing in a deep breath and hissing as Yoongi's tongue laps against his cock, all wet heat. "I've got you. I have you." Even now, after a full day spent together, sleeping heads bobbing on shoulders to the rocking of a train, Jungkook can't help but marvel at all of it. The past few months have been nothing sort of a dream; sometimes he wonders still if he'll wake up one day and find himself as he was before, small and quiet and lonely.

It feels both like yesterday and a lifetime ago.

"Never letting you go," he huffs on a smile, fading soon into a moan as he presses himself down against the reach of Yoongi's fingers. "Fuck, you feel so good."