There's such a brightness in Jungkook's voice, a mingling of delight and desperation, that Yoongi can't help if his mouth slackens a bit, stretches into a smile instead. Even now, he's so cute. Yoongi's not sure Jungkook would entirely appreciate the sentiment, however complimentary he means it to be, so he keeps it to himself. The way his heart spills over with affection, though, he can't restrain, letting out a small, happy moan around Jungkook. Easing back, he turns his head, wipes his mouth against his arm. "All of it," he says. "Oh, you're getting all of it. Wanna be inside you so bad, Gguk-ah."

Looking up at him now, Yoongi takes him in, the messy hair, the flushed cheeks and bright eyes, the way he writhes against the sheets when Yoongi's fingers get deep enough. He twists his wrist slightly, scissors his fingers apart. "So hot like this," he murmurs encouragingly. "So good for me. Think you need another?" As much as he aches for attention, he does his best to be patient. This isn't something to rush through. It's not like they haven't hurried through it, taking whatever chances they can get, but even then, Yoongi knows the importance of prepping Jungkook thoroughly. If there's any pain to be had here, it should only be for the purpose of highlighting the pleasure. He ducks his head, nipping at Jungkook's thigh, and it's all he can do not to rock his hips against the bed, every small sound spilling from Jungkook leaving him dizzy and wanting.