By now the movie playing quietly in the background is a million miles away. Jungkook is filling up every single one of Yoongi's senses, clouding his mind over in a thick haze he doesn't want to wake from. Not yet. Not until he's left the boy spineless and satisfied. God, how dark those beautiful doe eyes are as they stare dazedly at Yoongi, eyelashes fluttering, following every movement because of his command and his command alone. They both know that if Jungkook had his way, it'd be much different--but that's the point, isn't it? He can't always just get his way, not when Yoongi's in control and taking his time pulling the younger boy apart piece by piece. Sometimes it's overwhelming enough to bring tears to his boyfriend's eyes, the welled up emotion making them look even prettier.

He's already getting prettier with the marks Yoongi's starting to leave behind--reminders of what's his, of what's theirs--as his hyung mouths even lower on his body. He tugs down the overalls until they're bunched at the boy's hips, leaving Jungkook half-undressed, looking a delectable little mess. "Mmm." Yoongi hums as though he's genuinely thinking about his baby's delirious request, pressing delicate kisses to Jungkook's navel. He can feel how hard Jungkook is even with the lightest brush of his fingers over the wrinkled fabric between his legs, palming him almost as an afterthought. Maybe it'll make the boy arch again, or cry out, or breathe Yoongi's name like a plea. Maybe his best boy can do a better job than merely asking. "Beg for it, sweetheart."