There's something dizzying about ceding control, as much as Jungkook yearns to take charge, as much as Yoongi seems willing to bend to Jungkook's every desire. Perhaps it has something to do with the way it frees so much of his mind, no longer burdened by choice. Perhaps there is also some inexplicable comfort that comes from the trust inherent in handing over every decision to Yoongi, knowing that Yoongi won't abuse it or take advantage.

Or maybe it's more of a basic desire to see the heat in Yoongi's gaze when all possibilities are laid in front of him.

Jungkook tries his best to stay still after the kiss, his hips trembling from the restraint. "So hot," he whispers, eyes falling shut as Yoongi traces down the line of his neck with kisses, over across the collarbone, drawing heat with his lips as he finally settles by Jungkook's hip. Desire twists deep in Jungkook's stomach, but with the tempo set, he knows not to rush.

Perhaps tonight, the goal is to draw everything out as long as possible.

The mention of ribbon brings a soft whimper to Jungkook's lips. He opens his eyes, craning his neck just slightly, the rest of his body still under the weight of hands against his wrists.

"Do you have any here?" he murmurs, slightly dazed with the thought. "Ribbon?"