That sharp thrust has their bodies connecting harshly, the filthy sound of skin on skin rushing to fill Yoongi's ears, Jungkook's lingering groan following a beat later. Sounds so good, so fucking shameless. A far cry from before, when Jungkook was hesitant, even shy around him, all backed up noises and kittenish sounds that were sexy in their own right. But it's so much better like this. So much better once Jungkook actually took Yoongi's words to heart, when he started to learn that there was no shame in giving himself over to all the good feelings, in displaying his body, in exploring what it wanted, needed. He never had to be embarrassed around the older man, and seeing the way Jungkook has grown so much even in a short amount of time has something like pride pricking alongside the lust within Yoongi.

And then that question--it almost rips a hoarse laugh from his throat. After spending all afternoon jerking himself off with absolutely no relief, not even a fraction of the heat he truly wanted, somehow it's still not enough for the insatiable boy. Simply having Yoongi fuck him isn't enough. Jungkook's still mindlessly chasing his own pleasure, thinking of his own hands to get him off, and that just won't do. His boy is lucky enough to have Yoongi dedicate an entire evening to defiling him on his bed sheets, giving him what he's been desperately begging for over the course of weeks, and suddenly it's as if he's forgotten everything. Yoongi would think to punish him if it weren't for the fact that Jungkook is so fucked out on his dick it looks like he can't even think straight, let alone properly talk. The deeper Yoongi explores inside of him the more he seems to lose touch with everything else--and the more fucking turned on Yoongi gets.

Yoongi can't blame him--so he corrects him. "Only daddy gets to touch you right now. Only daddy gets to make you feel good," he says, not unkindly, but there's no mistaking the low, authoritative tone. Without slowing his pace Yoongi reaches to pull Jungkook's fists off of the sheets, twisting the younger boy's arms so they cross the small of his back instead. The fact that he's all warm, pliant limbs makes it much too easy for Yoongi to restrain him, firmly keeping his arms locked in position. It also means that his hold disappears on the younger boy's hips, Yoongi practically growling as he begins pounding Jungkook straight into the bed, the boy now lying prone and small beneath him. Here, he can really drive home into his baby's sweet spot, show just how unnecessary Jungkook's request is.

"Now be a good boy and take it."