The control starts just as gently. Yoongi prefers playing a subtle hand, just as he prefers taking his time slowly working the younger boy into a frenzy. For as long as Yoongi's known him, Jungkook's always been unusually sensitive, and it's not like it takes much time--or effort--to really get him going. But dragging the time and effort out always has its sweet rewards. Rewards like the impatient sort of sound that falls from Jungkook's lips when his touch doesn't speed up, doesn't hit where it should, where Yoongi is all too familiar with. It just fills the younger over and over again, second after second--until one finger becomes two, pushing even deeper.

By now there's the beginning of a pretty bruise on Jungkook's neck, soothed by Yoongi's tongue. He can't stop kissing him, touching him, this beautiful boy in his lap who may or may not be still trying to fight it. But even so, he knows he has Jungkook. He can feel it. "You could take me properly," he murmurs, the breathlessness of his boyfriend's voice making his grip suddenly tighten. He pulls Jungkook's hips back in a little snap, making him fuck back directly onto his hand. Mimicking exactly what it is that he wants, exactly how he wants his baby to open up for him.

"Don't even need to move. Just right here, nice and easy."