None of this is a position that Jungkook would have expected to find himself in, months ago. Sexuality as a whole never seemed to matter until there was someone there who was an object of his desire, and even then, the floodgates couldn't open until there was permission. Now, he's not sure that he can ever close those doors again, too caught up in imagining more ways that the both of them can explore one another. More ways in which he wants to see Yoongi. Experiences that they can have together.

His cheeks are flared with heat when Yoongi leans in for a kiss, thinking of how desperate he must look right now. It wouldn't be exactly accurate to say that Jungkook feels ashamed, but there's no doubt that shame plays somewhat into his bashfulness and exhilaration alike. He wanted to be used. Wanted to solely be used to heighten Yoongi's pleasure.

"I love the way you taste, Yoongi-ah," he murmurs, eyes fluttering shut at the feel of fingertips skimming over chest and abdomen. "Love the way your cock feels on my tongue. The way you pull on my hair when you're about to come." His eyes gradually open, hazy as they rest their gaze on Yoongi. "You can take a picture, if you want. I'm all yours."