Yoongi is powerless to it himself, the back and forth, the constant push and pull of arousal as he fucks into the younger boy. There's not a resistant bone in Jungkook's body, who lays on top of him in utter submission, not saying a single word. He's still not back to himself yet, not fully, not when Yoongi has him in his arms and keeps taking, keeps wanting just a little bit more. Jungkook's already given him everything, more than Yoongi knows he's given to anyone else, but he needs this for just a little longer. Owning Jungkook like this is far sweeter than any other moment they've shared, and Yoongi isn't willing to give it up yet.

He murmurs breathless encouragements against the younger boy's ear, little praises that mean nothing, that mean everything. Maybe they're still too far away, but Yoongi hopes the words are closer, that they sink into Jungkook's skin the same way the rest of him has. Because fuck, it feels so good to do it. It's as though Yoongi's burning from the inside out, and he can't even remember going into work at all today, can't remember any point before this, just lets himself fall into the younger boy again and again, in his own kind of trance

When he cums it's not as physical as with Jungkook, but the sensation is just as intense, the feverish burn building and building until it completely knocks him out. Yoongi groans out the kid's name like a prayer as he releases deep inside of him, holding onto Jungkook so tightly, arms wrapped around every part of him he can reach. Every inch he can consume. Yoongi rides it out inside of Jungkook for a few more moments, mindlessly indulging in his body one last time, before it gets too sensitive even for him. Pulling out, panting, nerves on edge and so fucking satisfied. The first thing he hears himself saying in the haze that follows is "I'm so proud of you, Jungkook. So proud of you," hands moving to stroke his baby's sides.