Yoongi doesn't know what he was expecting, exactly, dirty talk or something sweet, but he gets both. There's something comforting about it, as he carefully works Jungkook's clothes down his legs, that they think about the same things. That they fall asleep wishing they were doing so together. There are times when all he wants is to fast forward through the years until they can have that every night, until they don't ever have to be parted. That thought never lasts long, though; there's too much he wants to experience in the meanwhile to make even that worth it.

Any thoughts of that flicker and fade away at once, though, as Jungkook continues, as Yoongi finishes undressing him. His own cheeks red, he crawls back up the bed and over Jungkook, unable to resist kissing him, hands wandering over hip and thigh. The thought of it, of any of it, of Jungkook tied down to his bed or writhing underneath him, how it would feel to be inside of him — for a minute, the only answer he can manage is in the desperation of his kiss.

"Is that what you want?" he asks when he draws back. Tempting though it is to start kissing his way down Jungkook's body, he wants to see him now when he answers. "You want me to fuck you?" Just saying it gets under his skin, makes him feel like his whole body is alight with desire. He hasn't let himself think about it too much, remembering what Jin said about how it's okay if they never do that. He hasn't wanted to push Jungkook into anything uncomfortable for him. But, god, he wants that. Even knowing he has no idea what he's doing, he doesn't care. He'll figure it out, if that's what they both want.