Yoongi knows it's quickly spiraling out of even his control. There's only so much he can take, because god--everything about Jungkook is driving him wild. As much as he would like to drag this moment out even further, edge Jungkook for that much longer, the temptation to finish the younger boy off is too strong. Yoongi's been hot for it the moment he felt Jungkook grind that pretty, needy body against him, and he hasn't once stopped, hasn't once backed down. Yoongi misses him so much. Has missed this so much, which is about the only semi-coherent thought shuttering through as Yoongi drills into the boy, the sound of their skin as obscene as the way Jungkook stops and starts, moaning, mindless, through the question.

"There it is," Yoongi murmurs, breathing erratic as he trails back up the boy's sides, palm cradling Jungkook's cheek and angling his face so he can have a better look. This close, Yoongi can just make out the glistening against Jungkook's eyelashes, that special sort of tension in his features that always comes with intense pleasure. Too much, too overwhelming, and still trying so hard to please. He looks beautiful like this, reduced to near tears, and Yoongi's stomach gives a low, satisfied flip. His other hand slips down between their bodies, wrapping firm around Jungkook's leaking cock, twitching desperately at his strokes. Yoongi keeps pushing him, pushing him, because he knows Jungkook can take it. Because his baby deserves the best, only the best, and it's going to be worth it in just a few moments. "That's right -- come for hyung."