The way Jungkook presses down against him draws a sharp hiss from Yoongi. That in itself is hard to resist, but when he hears those words in his ear, it's all he can do to hold back a moment longer. Restraining himself to small, shallow thrusts takes almost more will power than he has, when all he wants is to give Jungkook what he wants, to drive into Jungkook again and again, hard and deep and fast, until the younger boy is completely wrecked around his cock.

But if he does that right away, he's pretty sure he'll come too fast. Besides, he wants to enjoy this a little longer, propping himself up a bit to get a better look at Jungkook — who, admittedly, already looks pretty damn wrecked. Irises blown dark and sweat on his brow, he's desperately beautiful as Yoongi runs a hand along his hip. He hooks it beneath Jungkook's thigh, tugging him closer, shifting the angle. "Thought I was the one in charge," he says, a low, teasing growl. Fuck, he looks good like this, practically begging for more. Yoongi relents a little, fucking him deeper, as much for himself as for Jungkook's sake. "Want me to fuck you? Like this? Or do you want it harder?" He's pretty sure he could answer that himself, and, frankly, he's not sure he can keep up the tease for long anyway, aching to go faster. Still, he likes to hear it from Jungkook himself, likes the way he looks when he begs, needy and whining and gorgeous. Besides, he knows Jungkook gets off on this anyway, that he likes being controlled as much as Yoongi likes being in control. It's just another of the infinite ways they complement each other, a matching set with pieces made to fit, interlocked and whole only when united. Sure that Jungkook will keep his leg hooked around Yoongi on his own, he lets go, smoothing his hand along Jungkook's chest to tweak his nipple instead. "Faster?"