To hear Yoongi express his desire in words comes as a wash of relief, if not a surprise. There are times when everything is more easily expressed in a touch, no fumbling when lips meet — or perhaps in a look, eyes dark with want. But the words still have their place, permission explicitly granted to cross the line, and Jungkook nearly writhes when he hears the confirmation from Yoongi, low against his ear. Yoongi wants to fuck him. Yoongi wants to be inside of him. Any reservation, any slight flicker of shame that crossed his mind in prior fantasies, it all fades away now in Yoongi's presence.

"Fuck," he groans, gasping as he rolls his hips, chasing after the friction of Yoongi's hand. His brows are painfully knit, gaze flickering down to where Yoongi's hand is wrapped around him, pale skin surrounding the flushed tip of his cock. Even in the midst of everything else coursing through his mind, Jungkook can't help but indulge himself just a little, pushing up and pulling away, watching the way he disappears against Yoongi's fingers. He's not sure if he'll ever be able to watch Yoongi's hands again without thinking at least a little of moments like these.

Before giving an answer, Jungkook leans up and off the bed, crashing up against Yoongi's lips, sweeping his tongue along the seam. "I didn't know if you'd want it either," Jungkook breathes, a slight apology in his tone that fades into a whine. "I should've asked... if you were comfortable with that. But fuck, Yoongi, I think about it so much."