maybe it's something that jungkook would have complained about, any other time. maybe he would have asked for more than this, more than just a handjob, maybe it wouldn't have been enough. but right now, like this, complaining is just about the farthest thing from his mind. because it's only been a matter of minutes but the intensity of the whole situation means he's been left feeling like he's been hard for much longer. he's definitely more worked up than he has been in a while, with himself or anyone else. and it means that any of yoongi's touches are welcome, nice attention, relief, something that he just wants more of, that he wants to sink into, if the older man will let him.

it doesn't seem like he has to worry about that. not when yoongi is moving with him, coming even closer, not when he's got his hand straight against skin and jungkook can't help it, doesn't try to help the way that he arches into it. needy for every little thing yoongi is willing to give to him, whether he'll admit to it out loud or not. it doesn't matter; his body reacts loud and clear. just like the way his breath hitches with yoongi's voice, with his heated breath right up against his neck, so close. just like how he groans and bucks his hips forward with the way yoongi's thumb teases against the sensitive head of his cock, with the way that he grabs his ass, silently asking for more of it, wanting, needing more of it all to get him there. "fuck," is the only response that he can give, and a second later he's reaching up, his fingers circling around yoongi's wrist. attempting to guide the hand that's on his ass back up, to show yoongi where he wants to be touched, what it is that will get him off just as quickly as he wants to, guiding the rapper's hand back up under the fabric of his shirt, up his stomach, all the way up to his chest.