jungkook isn't ashamed about it. he wouldn't be ashamed to admit that it would likely be so easy for him to get off like this, just like this, palming and rubbing at himself through his clothes while yoongi fucks his throat. he's perfectly content to do just that, too, so long as yoongi lets him - but it doesn't look like yoongi is going to, and something about that sends an even sharper thrill up jungkook's spine, has his cock twitching slightly in a cross between interest and desperation.

because it's been a while since he was with someone like this. in fact, jungkook isn't even entirely sure that he ever has been with someone like this - someone unafraid to take what they want, yet still observant, watching every reaction and playing off of it, building on the tension between them that only keeps rising. it's starting to seem like they might just be a perfect fucking match, at least when it comes to this, and jungkook is all the more sure of it when yoongi is tugging him forward like that, forcing his mouth against his cock again, and along with it, another breathless groan. jungkook could tease, if he really wanted to. he could play the game the way yoongi likely expects he will, but the truth is that right now he's so fucking turned on and he just wants to feel more of it, wants yoongi down his throat, more of that feeling he wasn't done with yet. so instead he takes it in stride, regains his balance enough to rub his lips along the head of yoongi's cock before he's taking him in again, taking him in deep, relaxing his throat and letting his hand fall back to its place on yoongi's thigh for the leverage. he squeezes lightly, enough to let him know that he wants this, fuck he wants this, to try and encourage yoongi to fuck his mouth the way he knows he wants to the best he can while he's already got it full, unwilling to pull back to tell him to do it.