The praise slips out so naturally for Yoongi. He's so used to telling the younger boy when he's doing well, being a good boy, making him proud, that he doesn't even think twice about it. He always takes care of his baby, wants him to feel nothing but loved and supported, especially in new situations. Maybe it's because of the way Jungkook looks right now, ears limp and flattened against the pillow, eyes blown black, chest heaving with too many obscene sounds for Yoongi to know what to do with. Maybe it's because it makes this all feel more grounded in reality, not some feverish dream Yoongi somehow concocted. Or maybe it's something within him starting to crack. The last thing he should be getting wrapped up in is his own pleasure, but it's starting to choke him the longer this goes. Jungkook is just so fucking pretty, prettier than anyone Yoongi's ever seen before when he arches and moans like that, mindlessly tossing his head back. So unabashed. Taking every deep stroke Yoongi gives him like he's known nothing better in his entire life. Yoongi would say he's missed this over the past few years--but he's never had something that has even come close to this. To Jungkook. This is just as wildly new to him as it is to the bunny losing his mind underneath him.

The touch against Jungkook's cheek slides up, fingers raking into damp, dark hair and keeping him pressed down into the pillow. It's not enough to hurt or even strain the bunny, but it's enough to remind him just who's in control. The way the boy's neck is presented to him, stretched out and vulnerable and already littered with little love bites, is just too tempting for Yoongi to ignore. So he doesn't. He mouths at the hot skin as he continues fucking steadily into the younger boy, paying extra special attention to his sensitive pulse point. God, his baby's heart is beating so fast, hammering in tandem with his own. Yoongi can't be expected to handle something like that. He sucks hard just as he snaps his hips forward, burying deep inside Jungkook and taking a few, tortuous seconds just to grind himself that much deeper. Lazily searching for that bundle of nerves inside of the younger boy his fingers found earlier in the night, that spot that's going to ruin him all over again.