Yoongi's just pulling his hand away from Jungkook's chest, ready to place it encouragingly at the back of his head; the careful pull of teeth, the way fingertips dig into his back, he like this, wants more of it. But then Jungkook says that, and Yoongi glances down to find him watching, waiting, expectant, cheeks flushed from his words. Thoughts of anything else leave his head. There's something about the way Jungkook looks like this, the contrast of that innocent blush and arousal dark eyes, that Yoongi finds incredibly appealing.
He flushes in turn, lifting his hand to Jungkook's cheek as he leans in to kiss him hungrily, nudging gently with his hips until he can turn them both over so Jungkook is on his back. Now he's imagining it, too, just for a moment, before he's thinking again of what Jungkook said last week instead. "I would," he says, sliding a hand back under Jungkook's shirt, fingers splaying against his ribs. "If we could get away with it. But I like hearing you and you'd have to be quiet. Might be better in our classroom." He can't help thinking about it, the two of them in their special hiding place; the others would have no idea. Part of him likes the idea of leaving the door unlocked so any of them could happen in, but more than that, he just wants Jungkook to be entirely his.
He pulls away from another kiss, ducking his head and tugging at Jungkook's shirt enough that he can suck gently along his collarbone. "At the piano, maybe," he says, looking up again, cheeks and ears hot with something like embarrassment even as the thought of it only makes him harder. "You on the bench, me on my knees."
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He flushes in turn, lifting his hand to Jungkook's cheek as he leans in to kiss him hungrily, nudging gently with his hips until he can turn them both over so Jungkook is on his back. Now he's imagining it, too, just for a moment, before he's thinking again of what Jungkook said last week instead. "I would," he says, sliding a hand back under Jungkook's shirt, fingers splaying against his ribs. "If we could get away with it. But I like hearing you and you'd have to be quiet. Might be better in our classroom." He can't help thinking about it, the two of them in their special hiding place; the others would have no idea. Part of him likes the idea of leaving the door unlocked so any of them could happen in, but more than that, he just wants Jungkook to be entirely his.
He pulls away from another kiss, ducking his head and tugging at Jungkook's shirt enough that he can suck gently along his collarbone. "At the piano, maybe," he says, looking up again, cheeks and ears hot with something like embarrassment even as the thought of it only makes him harder. "You on the bench, me on my knees."