The thing is--Yoongi does know Jungkook likes this scene. The younger boy always perks up when the dancing at the party starts, how carefree and happy the two star-crossed leads are as they fall that much deeper in love. He knows it the same way he knows the curve of Jungkook's legs, the same way he knows how far gone the boy is just from the breathlessness of his voice, how despite everything being thrown at him he's still straining to keep still just like he should. Like Yoongi's good boy. The fact that he isn't paying attention to what's playing on the TV screen anymore, too wrapped up in his submissive space to care, to even want to care, is the only answer that Yoongi really needs. The sound of his voice, distracted and shaky and lovely, is just the cherry on top. He's still trying so hard.

Without warning, his fingers leave Jungkook's thighs in favor of wandering back up his chest, thumbing over both of his nipples. He must have done a good job warming the younger boy up as promised, because now he's flushed a pretty pink, burning hot against every lingering touch. Yoongi nestles into the crook of Jungkook's neck, lips resting gently against his skin. "Mm, sounds like you're no longer interested in the movie." There's a drag of a tongue--barely, just a little, just a taste--before Yoongi's pressing something else against his boyfriend. Jungkook must feel how hard he is by now, sitting and squirming on his lap like this. Must drive him crazy to know he can't have it yet, can't touch Yoongi just like Yoongi won't touch him. "Sounds like you wanna cum, just like this. Just from hyung helping you."