"I'd be disappointed if you did," Jungkook breathes, giving both ties another tug, causing the silk to dig in a little against his wrists. While not exactly comfortable, Jungkook can't say that he entirely dislikes it either — the way that sensation is just a touch cut off, the way his skin prickles. It makes him wonder just how much further they can take things. A blindfold, maybe. A hand pressed against his throat.

Jungkook's head lolls back as he imagines it, a tremble passing through his thighs at the heat there, searing against the contrast of the evening air.

"Yoongi-ah, please," Jungkook pleads, half for the effect and half in true desperation, gasping when his cock throbs again at a stronger pull of skin between teeth. "God, your mouth... sometimes I swear I could come from your kisses alone. Will you."

He cants his head, getting a better look at Yoongi, the curve of a grin on those lips. "Will you touch yourself? Just. If I can't, I..."