When Jungkook feels Yoongi's erection press against his own, the words in his mind completely stutter to a stop, replaced by a deep moan in his throat. It's heady to feel just how hard Yoongi is, as hard as Jungkook's sure that he is himself — proof that their emotion goes beyond interest, beyond emotion, and deep into a raw need Jungkook isn't sure he's felt anywhere else. He whimpers when Yoongi takes them both in hand, gaze desperately dropping down between them. There's a part of him that wants to take a picture of this — wants to know what it looks like from all angles, see the way their bodies fit. And yet another part feels too selfish and possessive to let anything else in on this secret.

On the nights that are just for them.

"I want — everything," Jungkook gasps, his chest heaving and turning a reluctant look on Yoongi after the kiss, when his hips still. "Want you to jerk me off just like you do when I'm not here. Want to see your lips around my cock, feel your voice around me. Want..." Jungkook pants, another wave of warmth spreading across his cheeks as he raises a hand, gently cupping Yoongi's cheek, thumb tracing over the bone. "...to see my come on your face."

He smiles then, a breathless laugh on his lips. It's impossible to list all of what he wants, images flying into his mind one after the other with his muse in his arms. "If I'm dirty, it's only because you're so fucking hot."