Yoongi doesn't make a habit of asking questions he doesn't already know the answer to--not in moments like these. Words are power, and he wields them with the same sort of calm authority he exerts in nearly every aspect of their particular relationship. Praising and correcting. Seducing and understanding. Keeping Jungkook in line and then, a couple minutes later, pushing him way, way past it. It's just as satisfying seeing Jungkook's reaction to his long-awaited touch as it is with his question, the boy so adorably turned on that even the lightest graze of Yoongi's fingertips has him whining and sighing like it's the best damn thing he's gotten all week.

And as far as Yoongi's concerned, it most certainly should be.

So no, it isn't surprising--but the follow-up hits just about every single button in one fell swoop. Adrenaline and arousal rush hot in Yoongi's veins, and it's not the first time he's heard this, not even from Jungkook, not even close, but it's the best it's ever sounded. Yoongi must have a soft spot for the way those eyelashes flutter against the pleasure, voice trailing off, opening up that small, sweet mouth. Yoongi wants to fill it all. Or perhaps it's simply because the thought of fucking Jungkook has been lingering at the back of his mind ever since this all began, just now beginning to crack the surface of their play time.

"I recall fucking you four times last Saturday," he drawls in time with the slow caress of his thumb over Jungkook's cock, teasing the tip that's so desperately trying to break free. It's all true, of course. Twice with his fingers, once with his tongue, once more with the help of some specially purchased toys on his credit card that Jungkook himself had helped pick out. The boy was a shaking, nerve-sensitive mess afterwards, passing out the moment Yoongi put him to bed. It's all true--and Yoongi continues to appraise him, dark eyes knowing, testing.

"It sounds like you want more than everything I'm already giving to you. Are you saying you deserve more?"