Yoongi knows why he's able to do this right now with a fair amount of ease. It shoves the heat even lower in his stomach, imagining the toys Jungkook relies on when he's not here to take matters into his own hands, toys that keep him full and leave him panting on his bedsheets. Toys Yoongi himself had suggested to help his baby get off on his own--even though it never did take much more than his voice, right from the very beginning. Before the two of them even started talking. Yoongi loves how it feels, curling the pads of his fingers in just the right way to make Jungkook gasp, effortlessly rubbing against that spot. "Then need me, baby." His own breathing is coming short, mouthing against the side of Jungkook's neck. Now that he's started it feels like he can't stop, wanting to lavish so much attention on every single inch of the boy. Too much attention. "It's okay."

His hand follows the movement of the younger boy's hips, gripping tight as Jungkook grinds back against his hand, and god, he's already feeling too hot. It's not long before that hand disappears as well, Yoongi burying more fingers inside, teasing and grabbing and stretching the boy writhing on top of him. He wonders how many times Jungkook's fucked himself thinking of this. Craving it. How many nights Jungkook has wanted more and been resigned to less. Yoongi's still so proud that Jungkook didn't shy away from telling him tonight, both as a boyfriend and as his dom. "You ready?" The question only comes once Yoongi's sure that he is, but it still holds the same soft care. He always needs to hear it from Jungkook