Yoongi hums appreciatively at the way Jungkook's grip slackens, softens for just a moment so he can run his fingers through his hair. Nails rake gently along his scalp, comforting and arousing all at once, reminding him of all those countless times before. Suddenly it dawns on him again, the fact that Jungkook will be coming home with him soon. The realization comes over and over again, and each time it nearly takes Yoongi's breath away, just like it does when the younger boy is groaning out a reply that Yoongi didn't even know he wanted to hear as badly as he does. Because it was the same for him. It was just as bad, it was absolutely miserable without Jungkook's touch, his laughs, his everything.

Knowing that Jungkook wanted him that much that entire time, that he didn't even use anyone else to at the very least help take some of the edge off...satisfaction curls hotly inside Yoongi's stomach as he brushes more kisses along the boy's hipbones, the bruises purpling his thighs. Affectionate but certainly not sweet, not when his fingers slowly curl around Jungkook's length again, pumping him so close to his open mouth, tongue drawing patterns along Jungkook's skin. Fuck. Jungkook is so tense he can feel every shiver running through his body, straight down to his cock. Yoongi wants to ruin him.

"Don't know how I did it either," he murmurs, nearly groans himself as he takes Jungkook in his mouth all over again. Faster, even harder than before, the way he works against him, sucking him in good and deep so Jungkook knows exactly what it is that was missing before. He can't hold himself back anymore, and he doesn't want Jungkook to either, doesn't want him to hide anything from him anymore. Just wants him to feel good, so fucking good, the only thing left in his brain as Yoongi pushes him to his breaking point.