"Good boy." The praise easily slips out as Jungkook raises his arms without any hesitation, waiting for Yoongi to tell him what to do next. Yoongi knows his boyfriend is happy to be in that position, following what he wants, so he doesn't feel too bad about lingering for a moment, fingers tracing down the muscles in Jungkook's arms. Moving lower down his shoulders, his sides, feeling the boy all stretched out for him. Then they're curling around the hem of Jungkook's T-shirt and gently tugging up. He slips the clothing off the boy without any resistance and tells him to relax again--or as much as he can. The tension, the small little shifts beneath the blanket and breaths that cut a little too short, Yoongi can sense it all. His baby must be so hard already, and he's barely even started.

Once Jungkook is settled back against him, arms relaxed, he makes quick work of slipping the overall straps back in place across the boy's chest. Except now there's no fabric acting as a buffer between the cool, hard metal buckle and his sensitive skin. Yoongi gives an experimental tap to one of the buckles, watching the way it catches against his nipple. The way his skin is starting to flush pink from the relentless touching and attention drags a deep satisfaction down Yoongi's spine. Must feel cold against all that hot skin. Must make it really difficult. "Still watching the movie, Jungkookie?" Yoongi casually checks in, just as his other hand reaches down to spread Jungkook's thigh, tugging him apart. The way the younger boy was so tightly squeezing his legs together, it was getting a bit too close to touching for Yoongi's liking. And they both know Jungkook isn't supposed to touch himself.