Sometimes it's hard even for Yoongi. Sometimes he looks at the boy, so wound up with anticipation and heat, so receptive to his touch, those big, pretty eyes tearing up from just how good it is and how much more he needs to have--and he wants to give Jungkook the world. Most days he spoils the younger boy without thinking twice about it, never telling him no, never letting him feel even the slightest bit of discomfort for focusing on what makes him feel good and safe and happy--and asking hyung to help get him there. Of course it's not always easy, the waiting and dragging and teasing and edging. But that's part of what makes the pay off so rewarding. At the end of the day it doesn't matter how much Jungkook squirms in his lap, or how tempting those whiny, desperate little noises are, or how impatient his boyfriend gets. Yoongi knows he's going to love Jungkook that much better and harder, and it's going to ruin him in ways he can't even imagine in that pretty little head of his.

That soft cry is so beautiful, shoots straight between his own legs as he watches, hears Jungkook start to become overwhelmed. It's clear the sensations are starting to become too much, as Yoongi steadily continues to push forward. His fingers sink into the Jungkook's thick thighs, curling just underneath the fabric of his shorts, still so painfully far from what the younger boy wants. "Tell me what's happening now." The metal is still pressed close to Jungkook's nipples, perhaps a little too tight for comfort from Yoongi readjusting the straps. He taps a forefinger against the baby soft skin of Jungkook's inner thigh, still keeping him nice and spread out. "Hyung knows you like this scene."