Yeah, he is just as cocky. And maybe Yoongi sort of likes that, because underneath all that bravado is that breathless little groan after finally getting some much needed attention, limbs melting back against the wall. Shaking like a leaf in Yoongi's hands. He lets the younger boy pull him along, finds himself nice and snug with Jungkook's body as he comes in close. The hand on the boy's waist squeezes, just to feel how much of him Yoongi can hold onto, to see how much he can touch. A moment later and it's straying underneath that over-sized T-shirt hanging off of Jungkook's frame, touching for the sake of touching, because even though he's sated there's a different kind of hunger now. It's hot, the way Jungkook got so worked up sucking him off. Yoongi wants to get to him even more, wants to see that pretty face scrunch up in pleasure because of him. Because of something as fucking simple and teenage as a hand job. Yoongi could do more, a lot more--but where's the fun in rewarding Jungkook with everything right off the bat.

Yoongi wordlessly cocks an eyebrow in amusement, but he doesn't disagree with the boy's self-praise. The other guys weren't wrong, that's for damn sure. He crowds Jungkook in even closer, feeling the boy's airy little breaths on his cheek as he strokes him off a little faster. Painfully hard, and fuck if Jungkook doesn't get more and more attractive the longer Yoongi uses him, takes from him, brands him with his touch. "I've been told I'm good myself," he murmurs, the heated words something like a promise as they caress the side of Jungkook's neck. Almost a kiss, right there by the boy's rabbit pulse, as Yoongi drags a thumb around the head of his cock, tracing right along the slit. The rest of his fingers are making their way around Jungkook's back, playing him just as smooth as the keyboard at home, without any skips. Without a single note off key. "Maybe you can see it next time." He grabs a handful of the boy's ass, just to get the message home.