Yoongi knows exactly what he's doing, just like the kid knew what he was doing when he first sunk down on his knees in front of him, teasing, confident. Jungkook's touch was fire on his skin, and he knows it's no different now, if the boy's shaky breathing is anything to go by. If the way he's arching into Yoongi's hands is anything to go by. Yoongi likes the feel of it, the younger boy's body pushing straight against his own in its desperation for more, hips rolling close to his own. And fuck, he wants to give it to him. Wants to do whatever it is that will get to Jungkook even more, make him curse like that again, groaning into the side of his cheek and lighting up something all over again low in Yoongi's belly.

That's why he doesn't protest when Jungkook is suddenly grabbing his wrist, pulling him away from his hold on the boy's ass. Yoongi would have liked to stay there for a while longer, but he can't deny it's a turn on, having Jungkook show him exactly what he needs. None of that beating around the bush shit. Especially not now, when Yoongi can practically feel how close he is, throbbing hot and hard as he jerks him off even faster. Yoongi's palm slides up the flat of his stomach, up his chest, until the pads of fingers are circling around Jungkook's nipple. The thought of Jungkook being sensitive there is even hotter, Yoongi pinching hard as the hand around his cock tightens in sync. "Shit, kid." He doesn't need any further encouragement, working Jungkook's body with all the sweet abuse he deserves again and again and again. Rewarding him just as he promised.