There's a certain amount of space that the movement demands, the tease of fingers offering time for a breath or two. Jungkook grins, his cheeks already tingling from the excitement as he relaxes heavily against the mattress, a soft whimper at the press of lips against his neck. He's almost tempted to ask to be marked again, but for now, there's still a day of class ahead of them — one more day that they'll have to be especially careful in avoiding extra attention. Maybe, he thinks with a sudden rush, they'll be able to do more when they're on break.

He wonders if they can get away with it. If his mother and father will even notice.

"Sometimes it's... the way your fingers feel between mine," he explains, drawing one hand up to trace along the curve of Yoongi's shoulder, palm and fingers to skin. "Or how your back fits perfectly against mine. The steady rhythm of your breath once you've fallen asleep. Sometimes, it's the taste of your lips and the weight of your hands on my shoulders when we meet at school. The sound of your voice when your words are just for me. Sometimes it's..."

Jungkook laughs again, barely more than a breath as he arches his back, giving Yoongi space to nudge his pants down. "Your hands tight around my wrists, holding me down. Replacing your fingers with rope. How I'd tug, trying to get to you, and you'd... god, you'd probably laugh and try to drive me crazier." Jungkook chews briefly on his lower lip, complexion suddenly deepening in a flush. "Sometimes I imagine what it'd be like to be fucked by you."