Yoongi loves the way it feels, guiding Jungkook's hips into those slow little circles, how it presses him that much deeper into the younger boy when he shifts forward. Just like how Jungkook was grinding on him earlier when he was still asleep, desperate and willing to do just about anything to relieve some of the pressure. Only now it's better, beyond better, and Yoongi just wants his baby to keep working and grinding down against his cock because god, he's already starting to lose touch a little bit. It's too dark, too warm, too intimate, the room and hiss boyfriend and every movement of them together.

He catches those wrecked little words on the pad of his thumb. Smoothing over Jungkook's jaw, his pulse point, touching just to touch, before he's pulling the rest of his body down. Yoongi's lips catch on the boy's collarbones, fluttering kisses and tender bites everywhere he can reach. "Love the way you feel," he murmurs into Jungkook's skin, not thinking about it, hands still curled protectively at his neck, around his waist as he slowly bucks up into the boy. "Love everything. You're so good to me."