jungkook is just getting started. he's barely done anything yet, just enough to get a taste, to barely start to get a feel for just how heavy yoongi's cock is on his tongue. it's certainly not enough. it isn't anywhere near enough, and it instantly makes him want more. makes him want more of the taste of him, of the feeling of yoongi thrusting into his throat and opening him up. makes him want to make yoongi lose himself, to know what it sounds like when the rapper is caught up in his own pleasure, just what he's like when he cums.

yoongi's expression may be difficult to read, but his body isn't holding back quite as much. it's all obvious, the way that his hips twitch forward with the feeling of jungkook's tongue, the way he slowly leans back and yet rolls his hips forward at the same time, giving jungkook a little bit more. making sure he takes it all. yoongi's voice washes over jungkook in a way that he probably should expect, but doesn't. it makes him want to groan, so he does, makes sure it's nice and good around yoongi's cock, knows he'll feel it and there's no shame in letting the rapper know he likes getting his cock in his mouth this much. jungkook isn't all talk. he never has been, not in anything that he does, and he's going to make damn sure that yoongi knows that by the time they're finished here. so he gives it another brief moment before he's reaching up, steadying himself with one hand against yoongi's thigh so he can start moving. so he can suck yoongi off properly, so he can bob his head back and forth, settle into a pace that's good and thorough, purposely taking in more and more of yoongi's cock with every time he sinks back down around him, his own gaze growing steadily darker, more touched out as the seconds tick by, still stubbornly trained on yoongi's face.