Yoongi knows it's not enough. He knows without Jungkook doing or saying a single thing because he knows his husband, he knows what he likes and what pulls him apart and how far he can stretch his impatience before it finally snaps. But in that moment, it doesn't matter. He's going to do what he knows is right. Maybe Jungkook won't see it now, too blinded by his own need, but starting out slow like this is only going to make the fireworks burst that much brighter later on. He's going to have to trust Yoongi to take care of him the way he deserves to be taken care of. The way he's always taken care of him. Except maybe he'll do it even better than all those other times before, because now Yoongi knows the secrets buried inside Jungkook's head, the ones that slipped out so softly, so unsure at first, the ones that have left Yoongi burning for so many days.

All the soreness and exhaustion from spending the whole day finishing their chores is nowhere to be found now. Jungkook is all the adrenaline he needs. He watches the graceful arch of his body when he fucks in nice and deep, savoring how fucking beautiful Jungkook looks for him, already taking it so well. The moment his name falls from his husband his thrust hits a little quicker, amusement humming low in Yoongi's throat at the desperate, aggravated little thing underneath him. So shameless. He fucking adores it.

"God, I love you."

And then his hips snap hard, jolting Jungkook back against the pillows as he buries himself once more inside his tight, perfect hole. Jungkook's body still grips him like a dream even with the lube, even though he's been taking Yoongi's thick cock for years, and fuck. His hand reaches up to steady itself on Jungkook's shoulder, keeping the younger man from bouncing off his cock, moving too much from the force of his thrusts, while the other travels even higher up. Fingers ghost along Jungkook's pretty neck, Yoongi's heart already racing faster at the mere start of it.