Yoongi feels those words tip dangerously on his tongue, longing to come out--he's just glad he was able to catch himself at the last second. Steer in a slightly different, but no less honest, direction. Because he does love how Jungkook feels. How he feels when he's warm and trembling against him, how he sounds when Yoongi thrusts into him, how he looks completely ruined already, so unguarded and gorgeous that it makes his chest throb with all sorts of want. Yoongi knows he'll never stop wanting Jungkook. There's just something about him--there's just everything about him.

And the ache doesn't stop when Jungkook manages out that request, more of a plea than anything else. Yoongi's gaze lingers, raking over the younger boy with a soft sort of smile. As if he's in any position to deny Jungkook anything--the only one who could possibly manage to be this adorable while asking for more dick. "You can have whatever you want, sweetheart," Yoongi says, lifting his hips to sink deep into his boy, voice trailing off into a groan. Not rough, not really, but it's pointed, Yoongi dragging each stroke out so Jungkook can feel every inch fucking back into him, hips finding a steady rhythm. By that point Yoongi's moved his way down to Jungkook's nipples, toying one between long fingers while his tongue manages the other, flicking at one of the more sensitive spots on his boyfriend. If he wants more, Yoongi will make sure that's exactly what he gets.