That, Yoongi thinks, is a pretty good reason to tie Jungkook like this more often, giving him more reach. The feeling of fingers in his hair is so good, somehow at once soothing and arousing. Those things so often seem all tangled together with Jungkook, which Yoongi figures is how things should be. He's mussed and aching with need, every soft moan and gasp sending shockwaves of desire straight through him, and still, he's more comfortable here in this unfamiliar room than he's been nearly anywhere else in a long time. There's nowhere in the world safer for him than wherever Jungkook is.

"You feel pretty fucking good yourself," he says, glancing up, eyes heavy-lidded, working another finger into him. "So hot, practically fucking yourself on my fingers like that." It won't be very long, he's pretty sure, before Jungkook is ready for him, which is a relief; he's almost painfully hard, desperate to be inside of him, longing for release and for the intimacy of burying himself deep in Jungkook. His cock practically jumps at the thought. As much as he likes to tease and get Jungkook all worked up, he has no intention of keeping him waiting for long. Or himself, for that matter, wanting a real taste of him. He lowers his head again, taking Jungkook into his mouth, moaning softly. It won't do to get him off just yet, not when Yoongi wants him coming around his cock, but he's come to love the familiar taste and weight, taking him slow and deep.