jungkook didn't buy the overalls with anything else in mind. he simply thought that they were cute, liked the way they looked on him, the colors and the fit all complimenting his figure in all the right ways. perhaps it has to do with how innocent he can still be about all of this, or maybe it just comes down to what yoongi still has to teach him. there's a lot to learn, and jungkook loves learning it. loves the way that the praise from his hyung gets him tingling all over, buzzing with an energy under his skin that he only ever gets when they play like this.

he doesn't know what yoongi is going to do next, and that's part of what he loves the most. it's always so unpredictable, it leaves him anticipating, but pliant when yoongi moves him, puts the straps back in place. he isn't expecting it, and maybe that's why the sensation makes him cry our slightly at first, the cool metal against his sensitive, alert nipples. it's like a bolt of electricity straight between his thighs, and any fraction of a repreive that pressing them together was giving him is gone when yoongi reaches down and spreads them apart. he lets it happen, the mounting desperation only making the fire inside burn that much brighter. they both know how much he likes it, how much they both do, even when he can't help himself. can't help squirming a little, swallowing down a whine, a needy little sound and nodding slightly instead. "mn.. mhm..."