it doesn't take long for yoongi to come crashing down just the same way that he had only moments before. it doesn't take long for him to lose it, but jungkook still can't quite keep track of it, time doesn't exist when he's like this, in this kind of headspace, when he's still so far away from reality that the only thing that really grounds him is yoongi.

it's ironic when the older man is the reason why he's so out of it in the first place, all his coaxing, pushing, teasing, everything that's driven jungkook up to this point. but he's still jungkook's anchor, warm skin pressed against him and arms wrapped tight around him, keeping him there, keeping him safe, always keeping him safe. jungkook continues letting out those choked sounds until yoongi stills, riding out his own orgasm. until he pulls out and jungkook's body is granted a break from the assault of sensations, and he's left simply trying to catch his breath once more, getting closer and closer to starting that drop back down to reality.

he still doesn't say anything. he can't right now, not yet, wouldn't be able to form the words in his mind much less convince his lips to move to say them properly. he simply stays where he is, allows himself to relax even further against yoongi, arms loosely snaking around his neck and head falling to rest somewhere near his shoulder, just seeking the closeness, the comfort. still giving himself up, trusting yoongi completely, trusting that he'll bring him back down, ease him down from the high in that way that he simply can't do on his own.