Yoongi knows he will. He always does what Yoongi tells him to do, but there's something especially sweet about Jungkook begging so readily, without any hesitation. Even though he's left half-dressed and hard and aching, so close and yet still painfully far from any relief, he still complies. His voice catches onto another whine, those big eyes glazed and pleading as they wait to see what will happen next, if it's good enough, if it will finally give him what he's been so desperate for all night. Such a good boy, practically throbbing under Yoongi's fingers, hips chasing for more of that touch. And still he waits. And as for Yoongi--he can only deny his baby for so long, can't he?

Jungkook's sweet voice still lingering in his ears, Yoongi pulls his overalls and underwear down past his thighs before reaching out to the boy again. For a moment he just feels the weight of his boyfriend in his palm, flushed a pretty pink, the perfect handful. Always just right for him, so beautiful. His other hand smooths up and down Jungkook's inner thigh, caressing the sensitive skin there like a silent encouragement as Yoongi curls a loose fist around the boy's cock. "That's right," he murmurs, his own voice thick with need at just how wet Jungkook is, slick with precum and so fucking receptive to his touch. Jerking him off starts deliberate, thorough, but the slow burn doesn't last forever--the truth is that Yoongi can't deny himself either, not when he's worked Jungkook up this much, not when it feels like he could explode at any moment just from watching him. His grip tightens at Jungkook's waist, breathless words tumbling out. "Cum for hyung, baby. Let it all out."