Yoongi smiles to himself at the cute way Jungkook reacts to his touch, humming something soft and pleased in front of him. The touch is barely anything at all, but the boy is still so sensitive, so immediately ready for it that it leaves a familiar heat settling low in Yoongi's gut. It's always fun to see just how far he can push Jungkook. He's been doing it for months now, in big ways and small ways, but the spark never fades out. And Jungkook's such a good boy, trusting Yoongi without a shadow of a doubt whenever he finds himself in a new position, a new experience, a new game he can't simply whine his way out of. All those filthy audios Yoongi used to record, the very same ones Jungkook would touch himself to, all red-hot need and teenage desperation against the sheets--they're not distant fantasies anymore. They're right here, knocking on Jungkook's door when he least expects them to.

"I'm good," Yoongi answers easily, reassuring the younger boy with his low tone, a couple more rubs of his palm. Hard to find anything else buried in his relaxed approach as he turns back to the movie. "You just felt a little cool, that's all." It's said as an afterthought, as though Yoongi's already moved on from the conversation altogether. All the while his hand stays put, fingers slowly spreading up Jungkook's chest, pressing against the little buckle holding his overall strap in place. His cock twitches in mild interest as he considers the metal bit, files that away for later. He never really stops moving, just keeps working slowly up and down Jungkook's chest and sides, warming up the younger boy like a good boyfriend ought to.