Jungkook can't help but wonder if there's a part of Yoongi that's drawn to the performative aspect of touching himself with an eager audience. It almost feels inevitable with the way Yoongi's head tilts back, exposing the long line of his neck, his entire body on display. Perhaps, Jungkook thinks, it's similar to the slight buzz of his skin now, the way he feels so exposed, no option to even pull his arms in to guard himself. Around anyone else, it'd be terrifying.

With Yoongi, it's addictive.

For a moment, all other thoughts leave Jungkook's mind as he watches Yoongi crawl closer, palms sinking shallowly against the sheets, wrinkling them as he approaches. Yoongi is perilously close, enough that Jungkook can feel the warmth of his body, if not actual contact — only his lips find purchase as Yoongi leans in for a kiss. Jungkook's teeth drag lightly against Yoongi's lip, a futile effort to keep him close.

"I- I think I can," he says on an exhale, head swimming at the thought of sucking Yoongi off like this, tied up to the bed, hands held away. "Want to try. Want you to use my mouth."