The dark briefs Jungkook favors--Yoongi favors--never leave much to the imagination, though having them off is always so much more preferable. Watching Jungkook undress for him feels like a kind of high, rolling warmth coursing over his entire body as he settles back into the couch, following the boy's every move, the shift of his leg muscles, the flex of his back, the way his cock curves up against his stomach when it finally springs free. Flushed pink and hard and leaking, and all for him. Yoongi never tires of unwrapping the pretty little gift, especially when it comes on the heels of Jungkook behaving so well, already moving to sit nice and docile for him. He also loves the way it plays hide and seek against the oversized T-shirt still hanging off of Jungkook's frame, exposed and coy at the same time, and if Yoongi were a photographer himself he'd capture this moment in a heartbeat.

"Gorgeous."

Yoongi pulls Jungkook higher up his lap, fondling between the young boy's thighs until precum coats his fingers. He jerks him off loosely underneath the fabric of his shirt, dragging the head of his cock slowly along the cotton, watching it darken, dampen within seconds, just the same as his underwear. Just the same as the clothes he was wearing during the video call. Making a mess is acceptable, encouraged even, but Jungkook knows well enough by now that coming without permission during playtime is a different story--even at Yoongi's hands. Besides, Yoongi isn't trying to get him off. He just wants to see his boy squirm, feel his thighs shake with the effort to restrain himself, hear more of those airy moans.

"So gorgeous, baby," Yoongi praises, his other hand smoothing over the boy's ass, a slick finger teasing against the hole he had fucked in so many delicious ways last weekend. The touch, the memories...the thought of doing so much more make his own hard-on that much more obvious straining against his jeans.