Yoongi wants to see what else he can push out of Jungkook. He's already a chorus of needy whines and breathless little sounds, tumbling one right after the other, like his body can't quite keep up with what Yoongi's doing to him. Like even containing himself is too big a task. And that groan from low in his throat, that raw thing inside of the younger boy when Yoongi goes deep...that's something special. And he's going to take full advantage of how sensitive Jungkook is at the moment, like a live wire across his lap, positively sparking at his touch.

Yoongi rewards the breathless call of his name with quick, deep thrusts of his fingers. The new position with Jungkook laid out in front of him, completely at his mercy, means Yoongi can angle his fingers in just the right way, with just the right amount of pressure to make the boy's toes curl. With all the composure and authority he had from the moment he came home, Yoongi simply lays into him. Every now and again he'll give the boy's ass a biting slap, knead into the skin just to hear the other cry out, before fucking back into him without a second thought. Three fingers deep and still so damn tight, so hot it makes Yoongi's cock twitch in the confines of his jeans. Watching Jungkook take it--only the first round.

But he still needs more. The fingers wrapped around Jungkook's neck shift, never easing their grip as his thumb caresses over the boy's cheek. After a particularly hard thrust, Jungkook's mouth falling slack, he slips his thumb between those pretty lips. It drags across the boy's tongue like a tease, a piece of candy to suck.

"You like when daddy fills you up?"