it's getting hard, hard to try and focus on anything that isn't right here, right now, this moment in time and everything that yoongi is doing to him. it's so good that it has his focus zoning in, jungkook tilting his head enough so that he can open his eyes and look, so that he can glance down and see that he's still here, that everything about this is real. this is like the kind of fantasy that he would have created for himself years ago, having yoongi here, having this pleasure back, but it's so much more than that. so much more even than the soft strands between his fingers and the low voice and drag of lips and tongue over his skin. it's so much more that it has his heart full, so full that jungkook thinks it could burst.

but that's not the only thing. he's still tense, like his whole body is pulled taut, a livewire to every single one of yoongi's touches. his skin is suddenly hypersensitive to even the smallest thing yoongi feels like giving him, leaves him shivering with another soft groan in response to yoongi's fingers curling around him again.

the words barely hit him before yoongi's mouth does all over again, the pleasure ripping through him so fast it makes his back arch off of the bed for a brief moment. because it's good, so fucking good and it has his fingers curled back in yoongi's hair, tugging slightly with a loud groan and heavy breaths because shit, he isn't going to be able to hold out like this and he knows that yoongi knows it. and that makes it so much worse, makes jungkook suddenly desperate for all of the things he knows that yoongi can give him. "yoongi.." his voice is all touched out, closer to a whine now because of just how close he is, because jungkook doesn't know if he'll be able to take it if yoongi teases him any more.