He does need this more than anything. Needs this so fucking bad it feels like he could die, just completely lose himself if Jungkook keeps going like this. It's already starting to happen, the heat spreading out over his entire body, numbing whatever kind of discomfort was lingering in his limbs, numbing every semi-rational thoughts that were even left at this point. There's no room for embarrassment or pride or anything else when his boyfriend is sucking him off like he was made to do it--and looks fucking amazing at the same time, with that sinful mouth and dark, penetrating gaze. He doesn't understand. Doesn't understand how Jungkook can be so damn perfect and it would be more upsetting if Yoongi wasn't currently preoccupied with something much bigger.

So close. And he just keeps getting closer, the slow, deliberate drag of the boy's tongue against his head literally making him twitch. He whines out of sheer frustration, muscles shifting like crazy underneath Jungkook's fingers as the need rolls through him dangerously. He simultaneously wants more of it and can't handle anymore. Not enough and far too much and still he craves it, needing Jungkook to just give him that last final push.

It doesn't take long. Soon the boy's swallowing his cock all over again, even faster than before, and Yoongi's absolutely powerless against how good he is. So good. Always so good for Yoongi, fitting everything he can, stroking what he can't, taking him so well, all his. His voice breaks on the boy's name, the only warning he's able to give before his orgasm hits like a tidal wave, sweeping him up and letting him crash in the most indescribable way. He hasn't come like this in a long, long time, toes curling, eyelids sparking, everything unraveling underneath Jungkook and god damn how did he even last as long as he did.