Even though on some level, Jungkook knows that Yoongi is teasing, he can't help the deep flush that spreads across his cheeks when Yoongi reprimands him for being so needy. For trying to give direction when he should be submitting. And when Yoongi gives the reminder, voice low and gravelly, Jungkook can't help the whine that slips through his lips, nails dragging against Yoongi's skin as Jungkook twists, wanting to feel closer, closer, closer. Wanting to feel Yoongi's growl reverberate through his body.

"I — want whatever you want," Jungkook pants, even though the keen of his voice makes it clear what he wants, shivering as Yoongi starts to drive himself deeper and faster. "I — oh, fuck, mm." Jungkook bites down harshly on his lip, and even if he doesn't give a single word of direction, Jungkook's pretty sure that Yoongi knows exactly what he wants. His body betrays him, shuddering as Yoongi drives himself in deeper, faster, and Jungkook whines as he pivots his hips to make for easier access. The dichotomy is a heady one, Yoongi filling him full to burst, but Jungkook's cock going untouched and neglected, until even the slightest brush of the tip against Yoongi's abdomen makes Jungkook cry out, head falling back against the pillow.

"Y-yes," he stammers, another gasp slipping free as Yoongi pinches his nipple. "Yes, Yoongi, fuck. You feel so good, so good, love how you use me, s'everything I want—"

Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek again, wondering if he's said too much. Most of the time, he finds that silence is far too high of a bar for him to meet, but he does his best now, blinking and staring up at Yoongi's gaze. He swears that he can practically feel the brush of Yoongi's gaze against his skin.