Jungkook's need is written all over his body. Now that he's splayed out in front of Yoongi, pressed back against the couch and so warm underneath him, it's hard not to give in to that need. Hard not to touch more. He wants to slide his hands underneath those cute little overalls, remove the rest of his clothing and properly give Jungkook everything's he been craving for the past few weeks. Wants to do a lot more than that, so much more than that, but Yoongi stays focused on the younger boy's chest, how sweet he sounds whining below him the moment he makes contact. Yoongi feels the jump in his skin, how the boy continues to hold himself back, and it prompts him to bite down. "Keep your eyes open." It's a gentle, but firm reminder, same as the sharp sting he's left behind on the boy's soft skin.

Jungkook's all his. All his to take care of, and it's important that Jungkook keeps watching, is right there with Yoongi the moment he starts falling apart. Yoongi's dick throbs at the sight of his baby boy, already pushed so close to the edge yet still self-aware enough to feel shy at what's being done to him, cheeks a cherry red. He's lovely like this--even lovelier when he loses all control of himself, too deep in to think or worry or behave a certain way. "Hyung wants you to see how good he takes care of you. How good hyung makes you feel." Yoongi doesn't stop peppering the boy's chest with attention, swirling a tongue around him while thumbing against the other, pushing him more and more. "Because you're always such a good boy for hyung too, hm?" he murmurs low, raspy with want, continuing to ease Jungkook into that headspace. "Hyung's pretty, perfect baby doll."