Yoongi gets to watch it all happen, every single inch of his boy rising to meet the pleasure blooming inside of him. Higher and higher and Yoongi keeps going, drinking in the way Jungkook is struggling to contain it. It overflows in the twitches of his slim hips in Yoongi's grasp, in the breathless noises that increase in pitch and desperation by the second, in the way his face goes tense, nose scrunching adorably when his orgasm finally rips into him. It's been a long time since Jungkook's gotten this loud, and just from Yoongi's hand at that--but that's nothing compared to the way his body just sort of collapses in on itself, so beautiful and overwhelmed, cuming over his stomach, Yoongi's fingers, even a little bit on his shirt. Not that Yoongi minds. They've gotten themselves into far messier situations. All that matters is that he was able to make Jungkook feel this good.

He doesn't pull away for a long while. He thumbs gently over the head of Jungkook's cock, making sure the boy's given him everything, while his hand continues to rub soothing circles on his waist. Despite the heat clenching so, so tight in his belly, Yoongi's dark eyes are adoring as he takes in the sight of his ruined and thoroughly satisfied boyfriend splayed on the couch. Something blooms inside him, too. Maybe pride, definitely love--and his own satisfaction at seeing Jungkook so well taken care of after so many nights apart. When Yoongi finally draws his hand back it's accompanied by the rest of him leaning down, tongue cleaning up his baby boy. He tucks Jungkook back into his underwear and overalls, handling him delicately as he slowly puts the boy back together. "Feel better, Jungkookah?" Yoongi presses against his temple, kissing the disheveled hair there.