Jungkook doesn't even hesitate before complying, clumsy limbs eagerly moving to get into the exact position Yoongi wanted him in. He doesn't ask why, doesn't say anything at all, doesn't appear put off in the slightest. If anything there's a different kind of relief washing over his body once he's finished listening to Yoongi, arms snug around the back of his knees, ass raised just enough for the thrust of his fingers to hit home each time. Like he's basking in the submission of the moment--and not just physically. There's been hints of it from when he was just a baby bun, small and vulnerable and dependent on Yoongi for every single one of his basic needs. Hybrids were meant to largely be subservient to their companions and families, but it still existed on a broad spectrum. For Jungkook, it came as naturally, as instinctively as breathing. His obedience to Yoongi never faltered, not once, even during the mild tantrums, the small flares of jealousy over the past few years. It didn't matter what the situation was. He simply needed Yoongi's approval. Craved his attention. Loved every bit of affection he was given. Of course, Yoongi knows now just how deep this bond runs, how Jungkook imprinted on him all that time ago, but it still sometimes gives him pause in moments like...well, these. Moments where the younger boy looks completely in his element being submissive to him.

The sudden jolt of his body, however, doesn't come as any shock. Yoongi's aware of the fact that Jungkook's toys likely can't reach this spot inside him with the same precision and tenderness as another person can. And it'd be hard for the poor bunny to try and get it on his own when he's mindless and sloppy from his own heat haze. It's another first for him, satisfaction clenching hard in Yoongi's stomach when he hears the raw cry ripping from Jungkook's lips, this sharp, stunned pleasure he's able to provoke from such simple contact. It's as though an electric current has just raced through the boy, leaving him a live wire, desperate for something he can't even fully comprehend. The quivers only increase, Jungkook's entire body thrumming from the sheer need rippling under his skin, and Yoongi breathes out a low groan when his bunny instinctively tightens around his fingers, gripping him for dear life.

"Jesus, baby." The pads of his fingers gently caress the area, not wanting to overwhelm his baby boy too much too soon with the new stimulation. Yoongi knows from experience how fucking good it is to be touched here, but as a hybrid, as someone who experiences heat, he can't even imagine the pleasure it gives Jungkook. Yoongi licks his lips, watching the steady thrust of his fingers inside the younger, fucking him a little faster than before, making sure to hit his spot every few seconds. The staggered sounds of Jungkook breathing--or trying to do so--has him moving that much closer, a palm coming up to help hold the back of Jungkook's trembling thigh. Maybe it's also to help brace himself, to have something to clutch onto as well, because something about the way Jungkook's behaving right now is making his life ten times harder than it was even just ten minutes ago. Yoongi's tongue swipes out again, only this time it catches on Jungkook's stretched hole, lapping just at the edge as he continues fucking into him. His slick tastes sharp, sinfully sweet, consuming his senses all over again as though he's starved for it, and it's all Yoongi can do not to simply shove his entire face into the beautiful mess Jungkook's made on himself.