As far as Yoongi's concerned, Jungkook's a little too much talk all on his own. Talking back, talking out of turn, talking just for the sake of it, filling up Yoongi's personal space with too slick words and a mocking little light in the corners of his eyes. Truly, this is the first time Yoongi's actually been able to properly shut him up--apparently all it took was shoving his dick down the younger boy's throat, but it's not like he's complaining. Shit, Yoongi would have probably done this a lot sooner had he known. Had he realized the kid was going to open up so nice for him, as content as a cat lapping up a prize meal, and yeah. Jungkook's done this before. He's done this plenty of times before.

Because the way he sinks down around Yoongi's cock, groaning, tongue curling with a wicked sort of heat, has Yoongi's own toes curling in his busted sneakers. The hand against his thigh scorches straight through to his skin, and Yoongi can only watch with those some dark, glazed eyes as Jungkook starts up a wet, tortuous rhythm. Soon every inch of him is swallowed up, Jungkook's expression nothing short of greedy as he holds him in deep. Like he has something to prove. Fuck. Yoongi nudges the back of the boy's throat with every other bob of his head, so blindingly tight he can't hold back the soft, broken moan slipping past his lips. Some things are just too good to stay silent about, even for him. "God, you fucking love it." The itch in Yoongi's hands finally urges him forward, has fingers tangling in Jungkook's already messy hair and gripping hard. The next time Jungkook goes deep Yoongi keeps him there, pushing down with just enough strength to have the boy's nose graze against his stomach. "Love blowing hyung's big cock, hm?" Not that he needs to be strong. Something tells Yoongi that Jungkook would bend to him regardless.