There isn't time enough to be distraught by the sudden rush of cold left in Yoongi's wake, not when Yoongi suggests the use of ties, not when his brief departure leaves Jungkook with so much for his eyes to drink in. Jungkook tilts his head, lips parted as he unashamedly stares at Yoongi's ass, at the pale expanse of Yoongi's back before the other boy turns back around. Unconsciously, his tongue sweeps across his lips at the sight of Yoongi's cock, flushed and hard, heavy between his legs. Jungkook smooths a hand over himself, palm to erection and over to the sensitive skin off to the side of his thigh.

Wishes he could save this image for himself to return to again and again.

He blinks a second later, remembering what stole Yoongi away to begin with, ears burning as soon as his gaze drops to the pair of ties.

"Oh," he breathes, a smile immediately spreading across his face. There's a momentary thought that, should Yoongi ever wear those ties again, they'll be steeped in the memory of tonight. Jungkook can't think of anything better. His gaze flickers back up to meet Yoongi's, head swimming. "I love that."

Slowly, he lowers himself back onto the bed, arms carefully sliding to either side.

"I want you to have your way with me, Yoongi-ah."