Yoongi approached the bed slowly, his eyes glued to Jungkook. The boy was staring at him through his lashes, every muscle in his torso shifting with each breath he took. His legs were splayed out and his hand rested on his inner thigh. Jungkook was good at this, you thought to yourself, looking at him appraisingly. He had Yoongi right where he wanted him, the older boy would do anything now. Yoongi swallowed heavily and crawled up onto the bed, approaching Jungkook.
"Okay baby. We can do this. I'm gonna walk you through it alright?" He said, moving close to Jungkook slowly.
"Hyung's gonna take care of you." Jungkook nodded quickly and Yoongi reached for him, leaning down.
He hesitated with his mouth only a breath from Jungkook's, but before he could move the rest of the way Jungkook was doing it for him, leaning up and connecting their lips. Yoongi almost sighed in relief when they kissed, his dark eyes closing as Jungkook's hand fisted in his shirt. You watched them kissing for a moment, just sitting back quietly and enjoying it. They looked so pretty together, the way Jungkook's jaw shifted slightly with each move of his lips as if he were kissing Yoongi with his everything.
Yoongi pulled back after a moment and inhaled deeply, his breath almost a little shaky as he looked down at Jungkook, drinking in every detail of him. He reached out and brushed his thumbs over Jungkook's wet lips, then trailed his touch down to his shoulder and along his chest, his big, pale hand slipping over every line of Jungkook's torso before hooking onto his hip, fingers curling around the boy's small waist.
"You're so fucking hot Jungkookie," he breathed, staring down at him with a heavy gaze.
Jungkook blinked up at him a bit shyly, his cheeks flushed, bottom lip now caught between his teeth.
"Y-you think so hyung?" He asked, arching into Yoongi's touch slightly.
"Yeah baby," Yoongi mumbled, leaning back down toward him.
"I've always thought so."
Then they kissed again, harsh but quick, and when Yoongi pulled back Jungkook reached for his shirt, tugging at the hem so Yoongi removed it.
"C'mere Gray," he said, reaching for you.
You leaned over Jungkook to kiss Yoongi, but when the boy whimpered jealousy beneath you, you slipped your hand up his thigh and then between his legs, palming at his length. His whimper turned into a close lipped moan and you smiled against Yoongi.
"Our pretty baby is feeling needy," you murmured to him, your lips still brushing his as you spoke.
"Poor baby," he said.
"Mommy and daddy are busy, he'll have to wait."
Then he was kissing you again, pulling you closer and slipping his hands over you, peeling your shirt off over your head and grabbing a handful of your ass when he had tossed it away.
"Hey," Jungkook whined, pouting.
You and Yoongi broke apart and looked down at him, leaning back on the bed on his elbows. You could see him standing out hard in his pants and his cheeks were flushed, the color spreading down onto his chest, his lips still red from kisses.
"I - I want."
"What do you want, baby?" You asked him, tilting your head.
He just pouted, squirming a little.
"Kisses," he said, a little frown wrinkling his forehead.
"From who, baby?" Yoongi asked, looking down at him meaningfully.
