jungkook wants so much. that's something that never seems to change, that never seems to dull even a little bit whenever it comes to yoongi. jungkook always wants. and in ways like this - well, it only grows. it's hard for it not to when he's forced to make due with nothing but yoongi's voice, his words more often than not. of course his body craves, needs, arches up into even the smallest of touches - and of course it means that he's already completely hard and aching underneath his cute overalls, so worked up, every inch of him begging for more.

yoongi knows. of course yoongi does, without jungkook having to say anything at all. but that's the beauty of this, of them, their dynamic, and they both know it. the way that yoongi continues his beautiful assault on jungkook's skin, how the pleasure keeps shooting right between his legs, the torture of being so, so good and yet not what he wants all at the same time. the way that he keeps coaxing him, praising him, directing him, making jungkook whine all the more even as his eyes flutter open, dazed and dark, watching everything that hyung does to him. the bite against his skin will likely leave a mark, and it makes jungkook arch slightly, makes him want more - more marks, all over his body, nice and dark and pretty so they'll last even after yoongi goes back home. he gasps softly just from the thought, fighting not to let his eyes drift closed again. "h-hyung...wan'.... i-i wan'.. more?" when yoongi is like this, there's never a guarantee how it will play out. jungkook knows that the best thing to do, the way that he can be the best boy is just to listen because hyung knows how to take care of him, but - but sometimes he can't help himself, he still has to try.