jungkook's head is starting to get hazy already, just from this. the tension lines every inch of him, how much he wants yoongi, how hard it is to wait, to keep waiting, when sometimes it feels like that's what they spend most of their time doing. it doesn'tmake sense, not when he's in his right mind. it's something that only seems to come together like this, just how needy he gets. how much he needs yoongi, how it feels like he could fall apart without him even still, even while he's right here, touching jungkook all over, inside him, even though he couldn't possibly be much closer.

it doesn't matter. jungkook is still greedy for more. it feels good, yoongi's fingers against his neck, yoongi's thumb over his lip. yoongi's voice washing over him in that soft command, urging him into following it, guiding him. jungkook's jaw goes slack because it feels so good, feels like it's been so long since he had this, because there's absolutely nothing that compares, that soothes this itch quite like having yoongi inside him. "hyung.." it comes out so close to wrecked already, voice catching on a desperate sound as his fingers scramble to find some part of yoongi to hold onto, to touch, to help anchor himself. "hyung... p-please."