They both know it's not a real command, just like Jungkook doesn't actually have to ask permission for anything. He's free to do whatever he wants, and at the end of the day, the younger boy is the one with all the power and authority in his hands. Yoongi just understands what makes Jungkook feel good, feel confident, feel taken care of--understands how some of that freedom can only come from letting go completely, leaving someone else in control. Yoongi can sense it, holding his boyfriend so close, the moment he finally submits to every single feeling blossoming inside of him. And he keeps holding him through it all, even when Jungkook cries out, when he comes all over Yoongi's stomach, when he starts shaking from the intense waves of pleasure. Bordering on painful, how tight he is around Yoongi, and he slowly pulls himself out only to finish seconds later on the back of those trembling thighs. Doesn't even recognize the kind of sound that rips from his throat, just presses fingers in deep, holding Jungkook's neck and hair and waist and losing himself in all of him.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds later, and Yoongi is still breathless. The room is still dark around them, the apartment dead silent except for the soft noises of them slowing coming back to their senses. Yoongi feels the best he has in weeks, warm and satisfied and alive and so, so in love. He wraps a strong arm around Jungkook's back while the other comes back to those cute cheeks still wet with tears. Yoongi leans up to kiss him all over, following the same path as his touch, careful not to push Jungkook's over-sensitive body any further. Nothing but tender, unhurried affection. A wordless how are you feeling now?. A safe place to return to himself. Yoongi's still right here, always right here when Jungkook needs him most.