jungkook knows that yoongi isn't going to wait anymore. he can't explain how or why, maybe it's something in the way he's looking at him, or maybe it just has to do with how hard the older man is, how much jungkook knows he must be wanting to cum. and jungkook wants him to, wants to feel it, wants to swallow every last bit of it. wants a lot of things, and thank god he's right, thank god yoongi doesn't make him wait any longer, doesn't seem to have it in him to try and drag it on anymore.

the fingers that curl and grip around the back of his neck have a sharp spike of heat pulsing through him even before anything else happens. jungkook knows what's going to happen, but that still doesn't prepare him for the way that it feels. nothing could prepare him for it, for yoongi finally, finally fucking his throat nice and good, just the way he asked for. there's little jungkook can do but take it, unable to keep his eyes open even though he wants so badly to look, to watch, to take in yoongi's expression while he does this. all he can focus on is the feeling, the way yoongi grips tighter, the sounds all much too loud, obscene as hell but he doesn't give a fuck. he can't give a fuck about anything that isn't this right now, the mess that they're making, how he can feel it getting everywhere but that doesn't matter. nothing matters more than keeping himself nice and open for yoongi, choked little groans and stuttered sounds filtering through because he can't help it, because it's getting to him, because his pants are feeling so tight now that it's borderline unbearable but still, he isn't touching himself. both hands are moving to hold on tight near yoongi's hips, to brace himself because he's got a feeling it isn't going to take much more. especially not when he works his throat around him, swallows the best that he can even with yoongi's quick pace, still out to prove his point.