The response is instantaneous. Jungkook's body gives in so damn fast to the stimulation, jerking forward even harder than before, hands scrabbling for purchase. Yoongi might have found it all amusing were he not so focused on following Jungkook's lead, continuing to palm his chest, work his cock without even missing a beat. He's satisfied that he got to him at all, even more satisfied once those words spill out of Jungkook, breathless and needy and everything Yoongi wants him to be. And fuck, Yoongi's weak for it, the way his voice catches on hyung, more a whine than anything else. The way he's so shameless about how close he is. It's a far cry from the way Jungkook was acting earlier in the night, wearing that cocky ass attitude and like a badge of honor.

Because now, hefeels so small in Yoongi's hands. Feels utterly wrecked. And like hell Yoongi's going to stop now that he knows Jungkook is hovering on the edge, completely at his mercy. "That's right," Yoongi encourages with a low drawl, crowding Jungkook in even closer as his hand keeps pumping harder, faster, the slick sounds loud in the dingy bathroom. Doesn't even realize he's leaning down, mouthing Jungkook's bare neck until his own cock starts stirring again, the thought of marking the boy up too good to ignore. Maybe it'll be that last push. Maybe Yoongi will have to do more, push even harder. Maybe it'll take nothing more than the words sinking into his skin. "Be a good boy and cum for hyung."