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The world feels like it's been a little dimmer since Monday. Generally, Jungkook isn't the type to let himself be too affected by his environment — he'd sooner be the one assessing it from a distance, rather than get caught up in all of its complexity — but ever since becoming friends with his hyungs, more and more of their moods start to siphon in. He's aware, albeit distantly, when they're sad. Feels their anger and frustration as if they were his own. There are times when it gets to be too much, and Jungkook will always take the time to step away, make sure that he can breathe and feel the ground beneath his feet. But there are times when, no matter how much the earth shifts, he feels like he has to watch.

He's not sure why he always feels like he's holding his breath, waiting for the dissolution.

Yesterday went better than expected, Jungkook thinks. To see Jimin's smile as they sat on the train, taking it to the edge of the country, where they could watch the open sea and the planes taking off into the sky. Even if Jungkook knows that he wasn't able to erase all of the shadows from Jimin's mind, there are times when lifting the burden feels like enough of a success. As long as they can get to the next day, and the next still, there will come a time when all of them will be strong enough to shrug everything off, should they need. Jungkook has to believe that.

He knows that there's a bit of a risk in being out so late three nights now in a row, and he's done his best to keep a close eye on his father whenever at home, assessing his moods. This week seems to be a peaceful one, and not knowing when that grace will end, Jungkook takes advantage of it at once. He's long since learned that things like this can be unpredictable, and the only way to ensure happiness is to grasp at it whenever it's within reach.

And he is happy, enjoying the quiet companionship in Yoongi's room, hours of piano practice behind them now. They're mostly working on homework, which isn't as hard to focus on now than it was a week ago.

As being the key word.

Jungkook figures that he's finished enough for the night — he might regret later not working ahead, but for now, everything he needs to present to his teacher the next day is more or less done, and so he slides the notebook away and drops his pen with a flourish. A few steps easily carry him to the bed, and he sits down on the edge of the mattress, holding his arms out in Yoongi's direction.

"I finished, and I'd like to claim my reward," he declares softly, tilting his head with a smile.

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Pulling away, even for a moment, is torturous, but Yoongi raises himself up all the same, just enough to let Jungkook pull the shirt over his head. It's worth it to start getting undressed. He's more invested in getting Jungkook naked, but this is still a good start. Mine is burned into his heart, perfect, and if he's feeling a little possessive, it actually seems to him like a good antidote to earlier. It's hard to worry about being selfish when Jungkook reacts so beautifully to being claimed. Besides, it's mutual.

"Not as hot as you," he says, hand slipping down between them to palm Jungkook through his pants. It's not intended to be self-deprecating. Yoongi doesn't lack for confidence in his physical appearance, however much he lacks it in other areas. It's just that, as far as he's concerned, Jungkook is hotter, a simple fact. "Concentrating is overrated anyway. Think about me instead. It's more fun." He probably shouldn't be encouraging that, especially when he knows Jungkook mostly has to mean at school, but he can't help it. Break is so close and he's anxious to be done with classes for a while, to have more time for each other.

As enjoyable as it is to touch Jungkook in any way, Yoongi has to stop. He wants direct contact much more, and he wants Jungkook's shirt off. Hand sliding higher to the hem of his shirt, Yoongi slides it up, sitting up to give himself room to tug at the fabric with both hands. "Off, now."

"That's ridiculous. You haven't seen what you look like when we're together like this," Jungkook breathes, his eyes fluttering shut at the sudden, gentle pressure of a palm against his erection, rolling his hips up to meet the touch. The moans that fall from his lips register to his ears a second later — sometimes it startles Jungkook to hear just how desperate he sounds, constantly on the cusp of unraveling in Yoongi's hands. His ears burn from a mixture of embarrassment and a latent longing to perform, to draw everything out for his partner.

There are some who say that one's attractiveness is drawn out when they're in love, and Jungkook has no doubt that this is the case for him.

"I don't know if there's ever a time now when I'm not thinking about you," Jungkook admits, breath slipping between his lips as he pushes himself up to his elbows, pressing a hungry kiss against Yoongi's lips as he starts to hike his own shirt up, lifting the hem above his shoulders before pulling back to tug it off with a snap of static. As soon as the fabric whispers against the bed, Jungkook smooths his palms up against Yoongi's obliques, then around to the shoulder blades, pulling him closer. "When I wake. During class. At the dinner table." He ducks in, nipping at Yoongi's lower lip.

"Every night before I sleep."

Until this, Yoongi hadn't considered what he might look like to Jungkook at a time like this. If it's anything like how Jungkook looks to him, maybe he isn't entirely wrong. Something about the intimacy of these moments just makes him that much more attractive, some combination of vulnerability and knowing the part Yoongi plays in it himself making Jungkook just about seem to glow. No one else gets to know just how incredibly gorgeous Jungkook really is. Maybe Yoongi is more attractive than he thinks himself. If that's true only in Jungkook's eyes, that's all that matters.

Jungkook pulls him close and Yoongi leans into him until they're back on the mattress, the slight tug of teeth drawing a soft moan from him. It's a heady thought, to know he occupies Jungkook's mind as thoroughly as the other boy does his own. When they can't meet in person, he thinks, they must still meet in dreams, entangled even in their thoughts. Sometimes it's perfectly innocent. He thinks of Jungkook before he sleeps, too, drifting off to thoughts of warm arms holding him close and the rhythm of gentle, steady breaths. He wants to spend the rest of his life falling asleep in those arms, but for now, the few times a week they manage to steal will have to be enough.

Kissing him, Yoongi traces his fingers down Jungkook's chest to his stomach and lower until he can unfasten the button on his pants, tugging haphazardly at the zipper. He ducks his head to press a kiss to Jungkook's jaw, his neck, lingering at the fluttering of his pulse. "What do you think about? When you're thinking about me."

There's a certain amount of space that the movement demands, the tease of fingers offering time for a breath or two. Jungkook grins, his cheeks already tingling from the excitement as he relaxes heavily against the mattress, a soft whimper at the press of lips against his neck. He's almost tempted to ask to be marked again, but for now, there's still a day of class ahead of them — one more day that they'll have to be especially careful in avoiding extra attention. Maybe, he thinks with a sudden rush, they'll be able to do more when they're on break.

He wonders if they can get away with it. If his mother and father will even notice.

"Sometimes it's... the way your fingers feel between mine," he explains, drawing one hand up to trace along the curve of Yoongi's shoulder, palm and fingers to skin. "Or how your back fits perfectly against mine. The steady rhythm of your breath once you've fallen asleep. Sometimes, it's the taste of your lips and the weight of your hands on my shoulders when we meet at school. The sound of your voice when your words are just for me. Sometimes it's..."

Jungkook laughs again, barely more than a breath as he arches his back, giving Yoongi space to nudge his pants down. "Your hands tight around my wrists, holding me down. Replacing your fingers with rope. How I'd tug, trying to get to you, and you'd... god, you'd probably laugh and try to drive me crazier." Jungkook chews briefly on his lower lip, complexion suddenly deepening in a flush. "Sometimes I imagine what it'd be like to be fucked by you."

Yoongi doesn't know what he was expecting, exactly, dirty talk or something sweet, but he gets both. There's something comforting about it, as he carefully works Jungkook's clothes down his legs, that they think about the same things. That they fall asleep wishing they were doing so together. There are times when all he wants is to fast forward through the years until they can have that every night, until they don't ever have to be parted. That thought never lasts long, though; there's too much he wants to experience in the meanwhile to make even that worth it.

Any thoughts of that flicker and fade away at once, though, as Jungkook continues, as Yoongi finishes undressing him. His own cheeks red, he crawls back up the bed and over Jungkook, unable to resist kissing him, hands wandering over hip and thigh. The thought of it, of any of it, of Jungkook tied down to his bed or writhing underneath him, how it would feel to be inside of him — for a minute, the only answer he can manage is in the desperation of his kiss.

"Is that what you want?" he asks when he draws back. Tempting though it is to start kissing his way down Jungkook's body, he wants to see him now when he answers. "You want me to fuck you?" Just saying it gets under his skin, makes him feel like his whole body is alight with desire. He hasn't let himself think about it too much, remembering what Jin said about how it's okay if they never do that. He hasn't wanted to push Jungkook into anything uncomfortable for him. But, god, he wants that. Even knowing he has no idea what he's doing, he doesn't care. He'll figure it out, if that's what they both want.

Jungkook swears that there's a half-second when Yoongi stalls, when he suddenly wonders if he's stepped too far. While he doesn't consider himself very informed on the topic, Jungkook has sense enough to know that sex is a very personal thing — that preferences may not always align, that even just the influence of society's conservatism can be off-putting for activities that people might otherwise explore. He hasn't had the time yet to sit with Yoongi and really talk about all of their fantasies or their boundaries. Mostly, he's been letting Yoongi take the lead.

It comes as a relief when suddenly, there's a rush of lips against his own, the feel of a soft tongue sweeping across his teeth and heated breath punctuating the contact. Jungkook brings up a trembling hand to cup the back of Yoongi's neck, fingertips grasping at skin and soft strands of hair. By the time they come up for air again, Jungkook feels the flush spreading all the way down to his chest.

Then Yoongi asks him, voice pitched low, and Jungkook practically shudders in Yoongi's arms. He searches Yoongi's gaze, lips parted and words blanking for a few seconds too long before he nods, clumsy and eager. Jungkook swallows thickly; his mouth feels suddenly dry. "Yeah," he breathes, eyes heavily lidded as his gaze wavers between Yoongi's eyes and his lips. "I want you to fuck me. Want to feel you inside of me. I want that so badly, Yoongi-ah."

It's the kind of thing Yoongi thinks they should probably just have a talk about, but somehow it always feels easier to discuss what they really want when they're here like this, already in various states of undress. When he's so plainly desperate to touch and be touched, nothing seems quite as embarrassing or beyond reach and the words don't feel so out of place.

Just hearing Jungkook say that has his heart racing, cock straining against his pants, every bit as eager. "I want that," he says. It's not just that he wants to give Jungkook whatever he wants, although that's part of it. He just wants. He's tried not to think about it too much, not wanting to put any pressure on him, but sometimes it's impossible to keep his imagination from wandering. "Fuck, I want to be inside of you." He wants to add If you're sure, but Jungkook sounds pretty fucking certain.

He leans in for another kiss, a whine rising in his throat as his fingers trail higher along Jungkook's thigh to wrap around his cock, stroking gently. "I didn't want you to think... I mean, if you didn't want to, I would understand. But..." He wants it, all the more for having heard Jungkook say he wants it, too.

To hear Yoongi express his desire in words comes as a wash of relief, if not a surprise. There are times when everything is more easily expressed in a touch, no fumbling when lips meet — or perhaps in a look, eyes dark with want. But the words still have their place, permission explicitly granted to cross the line, and Jungkook nearly writhes when he hears the confirmation from Yoongi, low against his ear. Yoongi wants to fuck him. Yoongi wants to be inside of him. Any reservation, any slight flicker of shame that crossed his mind in prior fantasies, it all fades away now in Yoongi's presence.

"Fuck," he groans, gasping as he rolls his hips, chasing after the friction of Yoongi's hand. His brows are painfully knit, gaze flickering down to where Yoongi's hand is wrapped around him, pale skin surrounding the flushed tip of his cock. Even in the midst of everything else coursing through his mind, Jungkook can't help but indulge himself just a little, pushing up and pulling away, watching the way he disappears against Yoongi's fingers. He's not sure if he'll ever be able to watch Yoongi's hands again without thinking at least a little of moments like these.

Before giving an answer, Jungkook leans up and off the bed, crashing up against Yoongi's lips, sweeping his tongue along the seam. "I didn't know if you'd want it either," Jungkook breathes, a slight apology in his tone that fades into a whine. "I should've asked... if you were comfortable with that. But fuck, Yoongi, I think about it so much."

This is perhaps Yoongi's favorite part of being in bed together: watching Jungkook, desperate and wanton and so fucking beautiful, being able to give him what he wants. He wouldn't be surprised if it's the same for Jungkook. That's part of why he hasn't said anything yet. All embarrassment aside, the last thing he wants is for Jungkook to feel like he needs to at least try something he doesn't really want to do.

Clearly that's not really a concern, at least as far as this goes.

"You're asking now," he says, wrist twisting with every upward stroke, gaze intent. "And I want it." He leans in again, the kiss light but lingering. "You tell me when and I'll fuck you." Saying these things out loud if still taking some getting used to, but any hint of embarrassment or reservation about putting into words the things he's thought about tends to disappear when he sees the way Jungkook reacts to it. It's worth it for how responsive he is and the sounds he makes, worth it to hear the same filthy words coming out of that pretty mouth.

"Right now, though," he says, breath catching, "I really want to suck you off."

Jungkook meets Yoongi's gaze directly, unable to tear his eyes away as Yoongi continues to touch him, every stroke firm and steady. Even though they've spent a few nights together, Jungkook finds that he's still overwhelmed by the intimacy, always finding something new to notice — the way the planes of muscle across Yoongi's back shift, the time it takes until his hair is plastered against his temples. The way his lips look when they're parted in concentration, soft and relaxed, still wet from a kiss. Yoongi is always beautiful, but there's something even more alluring about him in these moments, shameless and unbridled.

"God, Yoongi," Jungkook gasps, desperately wrapping a hand around Yoongi's neck to pull him closer. "Kiss me first. And — pants, off. I wanna feel you against me first. Your cock against mine."

He knows he won't be long once Yoongi's lips wrap around him; already, Jungkook can feel himself hardening at the thought, rocking his hips instinctively before realizing that doing so isn't exactly a help to his current goal. Laughing under his breath, Jungkook pushes up against an elbow, glances down between their bodies and reaches for the button of Yoongi's pants, popping it free and hurriedly pulling the zipper down.

Giving Jungkook what he wants is so easy. The kiss doesn't last as long as Yoongi would like, since in a matter of moments he's pulling away to remove his pants and underwear. He rolls onto his back to shimmy them off, trying not to let his impatience get in the way. As soon as he's undressed, he's moving back over Jungkook, leaning in to kiss him properly.

"I love it when you talk like this," he says. It is, he thinks, pretty apparent, just from how hard he is and how urgently he kisses Jungkook in answer, but it's still worth saying. He doesn't want Jungkook ever to doubt how right he's getting this, how good he makes Yoongi feel. "When you tell me what you want." He rolls his hips forward, groaning in pleasure and relief at the friction. As badly as he wants more, just feeling Jungkook against him is so good. He reaches down, wrapping a hand around both of their cocks as best he can, his hips rocking forward as he lets out a gasp. "Sounds so good."

Just knowing how wanted he is is arousing in its own right. Maybe, too, it's still the element of novelty, of getting to hear Jungkook say things he never imagined he'd hear from him in this context. He drops his head and kisses Jungkook's shoulder. "When you're so dirty just for me." The other boys might guess what they get up to, but he doesn't think they can imagine — doesn't want them to try — just how unabashedly filthy Jungkook can be. His teeth graze over soft skin, and he has to stop moving his hips. He doesn't want Jungkook to come before he can get his mouth on him.

When Jungkook feels Yoongi's erection press against his own, the words in his mind completely stutter to a stop, replaced by a deep moan in his throat. It's heady to feel just how hard Yoongi is, as hard as Jungkook's sure that he is himself — proof that their emotion goes beyond interest, beyond emotion, and deep into a raw need Jungkook isn't sure he's felt anywhere else. He whimpers when Yoongi takes them both in hand, gaze desperately dropping down between them. There's a part of him that wants to take a picture of this — wants to know what it looks like from all angles, see the way their bodies fit. And yet another part feels too selfish and possessive to let anything else in on this secret.

On the nights that are just for them.

"I want — everything," Jungkook gasps, his chest heaving and turning a reluctant look on Yoongi after the kiss, when his hips still. "Want you to jerk me off just like you do when I'm not here. Want to see your lips around my cock, feel your voice around me. Want..." Jungkook pants, another wave of warmth spreading across his cheeks as he raises a hand, gently cupping Yoongi's cheek, thumb tracing over the bone. "...to see my come on your face."

He smiles then, a breathless laugh on his lips. It's impossible to list all of what he wants, images flying into his mind one after the other with his muse in his arms. "If I'm dirty, it's only because you're so fucking hot."

"I must be pretty fucking hot then," Yoongi says, smirking as he lifts his head for another kiss, hand slowing around them. As desperately as he wants more, he wants to hold out, too, to make this last for both of them. It's not easy when Jungkook talks like this, gets him all worked up, but when he comes, he wants Jungkook to be the one who takes him there.

Littering kisses across jaw and neck, he lets go of his hold on their cocks so he can start making his way lower down Jungkook's body. "I want all of that," he says, mouthing at his collarbone again. He reaches up to take Jungkook's hand, to lower it to the bed, letting go to wrap his fingers around his wrist instead. There are so many things they want to do and try; he figures there's no time like now to get started.

"Want you to use my mouth, Gguk. Want to tie you down... but not with rope. That's too rough." He presses a kiss to his hipbone. He's tried not to think about this too much, if only because the thought occurs to him too often in inconvenient places like class, but he can't help it. It's been on his mind since Jungkook first mentioned it. "Ribbon. You'd look so pretty all wrapped up for me."

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?"

Yoongi pauses in his descent to consider that. It's not easy to think straight right now, his mind filled with all the things he wants to do now and in the future. This, though, seems particularly important. "I might," he says. It's not impossible. He seems to remember ribbon used to tie gifts in the past, and that might still be in his closet. The idea of digging around for that right now when he could have Jungkook in his mouth instead isn't entirely appealing, but it could be worth it. Now that they're talking about it, he wants this. It's not like they couldn't do it another time, but the way Jungkook sounds at the idea of it makes Yoongi ache.

"I'm not sure where..." He glances away, scanning the room for ideas, eyes widening a moment later. "What about ties?" That should be long enough to comfortably bind Jungkook's wrists, at least, and he knows he has a couple. It won't be as pretty as ribbon, but it's at least softer than rope, and he's too aroused by the thought to get caught up in the aesthetic details.

He'll never be able to wear one again without thinking of Jungkook, but that seems like an instant improvement for any situation that requires him to wear one anyway.

With one more kiss to Jungkook's hip, he pulls away to head over to his drawers, padding across the room as quickly as he can. Being away from Jungkook — from the warmth of his body, especially on a chill night — is hard, but he makes quick work of digging a pair of ties out of his drawer, unfurling one from each hand as he approaches the bed. "Will that do?"

Either way, he makes a mental note to buy some ribbon for later.

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."

There's a moment, as he turns around, where Yoongi hopes he's had the right idea, that Jungkook's enthusiasm for the idea means tonight is the right time to try this after all and he isn't just rushing him into something. Any doubt, though, is swept away the moment Jungkook smiles.

Anything that makes him smile like that is a good idea.

Climbing back onto the bed to kneel beside Jungkook, Yoongi runs a hand along his arm, fingers gently encircling his wrist. Just hearing that seems to set his body alight, bright and taut with desire. It's all he can do to resist stopping here and now to kiss Jungkook again. There's something so enticing about the idea of it, though it takes him a moment to put words to it. It's not that he can do whatever he wants to Jungkook; he wants his permission for everything anyway and it's not like Jungkook has exactly been saying no to anything. It's the trust. It's knowing how much faith Jungkook has in him.

"I want you so bad," he says, soft, and moves his arm a little closer to the headboard.

He's never thought to be thankful for the shape of his bed before, but the design of his headboard makes this easy enough. Tying one end to one of the poles holding it up, he wraps the other end carefully around Jungkook's wrist, creating a loose knot. "Is that okay? Tell me if it's too tight or you change your mind."

The touch against his wrists is achingly gentle, warmth against the flutter of his pulse, and Jungkook finds himself transfixed at the way Yoongi's fingers look as they hold him in place. Never in his imagination did he think that Yoongi would be rough, exactly — but neither did he picture this, never did he expect to have even rope declared too rough.

Over the years, Jungkook feels that he's been forced so many times to remain standing under the brunt of force; in moments like these, he's almost at a loss for what to do with the opposite. But perhaps it's best that way, for the difference between what he experiences here and at home to be like night and day.

"I want you more," Jungkook immediately declares, all brightness where Yoongi's light is gently diffused. With his hands held apart, only the air brushes against his skin now, an absence of friction even when Jungkook raises his hips.

He tugs experimentally against the wrapped silk, making sure that his hands won't slip free, and turns a grin back on Yoongi afterwards. His pulse pounds in his ears. "So okay," he breathes, already looking to the other wrist. "I'm not going to change my mind. Or if I do, you shouldn't — you shouldn't let me touch you until you're ready."

Carefully climbing over Jungkook, Yoongi eases to the other side of the bed, repeating the process with his other wrist. "I'm always ready for you to touch me," he says wryly. "Even when we shouldn't. Even at school. There." With both ties in place, he sits back on his heels to look at Jungkook, drinking him in, the way he strains against the fabric, testing it. The sight of dark silk against golden skin is entrancing, and Yoongi brushes his fingertips over the tie and down Jungkook's arm.

"So beautiful," he murmurs. Reaching down, he strokes himself a few times, eyes falling shut, lips parted. It's so tempting to keep going. He could sit here and get himself off with Jungkook watching, unable to do anything about it, until he comes all over his chest. He can imagine how he'd pull against the ties then, desperate to be touched, too, and it's a heady thought. Still, Yoongi holds out, unable to resist lowering himself over Jungkook again instead. Already he has half-formed plans for what he wants to do, but he starts with a kiss, hips rocking against Jungkook's as he deepens it. The friction makes him whine, aching for more still.

Already, the mention of being ready for Jungkook's touch makes it torturous that he can't simply reach out for Yoongi now, instead glancing back at either wrist, his fingers balling and releasing. He's only slightly appeased when Yoongi's hand nears, dark eyes watching as Yoongi's fingers brush against his skin, just a tease of heat down his arm before the chill of the room replaces it again.

He might be able to cope with the feather-light touch, but what immediately has Jungkook pulling at his restraints is the sight of Yoongi touching himself, pale palm against flushed skin. Jungkook lets out a soft whimper, silken ties tight against his skin as he struggles, desperate to get a closer look. Wanting to hold Yoongi close, to feel how exactly the shudder might pass through his body as he comes. He can't tell whether or not it's a boon or a curse when Yoongi closes the distance instead.

It might have been nice to watch Yoongi come to completion, to have the memory documented for the evenings they spend apart. To have the images in mind, should they ever hear one another over the phone.

The thought doesn't linger for too long though, Jungkook letting out a soft moan as Yoongi spreads his weight over Jungkook's body, rocking against his hips. "Min-ah," he murmurs between kisses, unable to keep his body fully still as he grinds up against Yoongi. "I love you."

"I love you," Yoongi echoes, ducking his head to kiss Jungkook's jaw, working his way down to his neck. "So much." The way Jungkook rubs against him, the friction it creates, leaves him whimpering in turn, desperate for more, determined to hold out. If he doesn't put a stop to it, he's going to get carried away and end things too quickly.

Easing back down the bed, he moves his hand down to Jungkook's hip to steady him, mouthing at his chest. "How do you feel?" he asks, glancing up. He wants to take his time, but he's eager to get going in earnest, to see Jungkook struggle to touch him, so he keeps moving lower. "Tied up for me. Is it good?" He's pretty sure it is, judging by Jungkook's half-dazed, wholly lascivious expression, but he wants to hear it from him. Getting him to talk about it is part of the fun.

Without waiting for an answer, he begins pressing kisses along Jungkook's inner thigh, teeth scraping gently over sensitive skin before he sucks at it, wondering if he can leave a mark here, too.

His eyes flutter shut at the sensation of teeth dragging along his jaw, followed by the soft press of lips, the occasional peek of Yoongi's tongue. It's interesting, being forced to focus on sensations anywhere but his hands. Elsewhere, his skin isn't as sensitive, can't pick up on the little details he loves so well — fine strands of hair, the heated beading of sweat. He can't focus on how Yoongi feels so much as what Yoongi does.

"It's good," he breathes with a soft chuckle and the barest hint of a shudder. "And the worst thing ever. I want to touch you so badly, Yoongi. I can see... everything. But I can't—"

Jungkook lifts his head, tugging helplessly at the ties before he falls back again. Laughter catches in his throat, fading into a groan when Yoongi pulls skin between his teeth. His erection strains, dragging against his abdomen without relief.

He shakes his head, drawing a snap of static between his hair and the pillow. "You're such a tease," he breathes.

"Mm-hmm," Yoongi says, pleased with himself and not troubling to hide it. Every sound, every shiver. just fuels him. He drags his tongue along Jungkook's thigh, lifting his head to look at him, gaze raking along the length of him before he meets his eyes. "You didn't think I was going to tie you down and then give you what you want immediately, did you?"

As far as he can tell, though, this is what Jungkook wants, something so good it's just this side of torture, to be entirely at Yoongi's mercy, made to wait on his whim. As much as Yoongi wants to make him come, he wants this, too, to draw it out and also to continue where he is, making a mark where no one but himself and Jungkook will ever be able to see it. Even if it doesn't last long, they'll know it was there. That he was here.

He misses the feeling of Jungkook's hands on him, but there will be time for that later, he figures. If anything, it might be all the better for having had to wait.

"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..."

That's all the confirmation Yoongi needs to know he's doing this right — or, more pertinently, that he's doing what Jungkook wants of him. Yoongi might be the one with full use of his hands right now, but the control is shared. He'd stop whatever he's doing in an instant if Jungkook asked him to.

Instead, he says please like a prayer and Yoongi almost caves on the spot, ready to do whatever's asked of him. The request itself makes that all the easier. He still delays a little, lifting his head to admire the mark he's made, brushing his fingers gently over the dark red stain he's left behind. His hand traces over Jungkook's hip before he finally pulls back, sitting between his legs.

He thinks, briefly, that he should refuse, at least for a little while, if only to hear Jungkook beg. Even that one plea, even the thought of it, though, has him aching for some kind of relief. "You don't want me to touch you instead?" he asks. It's difficult to look at Jungkook, to see the way his cock presses against his abdomen, and not want to bend over him now, to trace every vein with his tongue, and he only has so much willpower. What little he has left goes to resisting that; there isn't enough to keep him from touching himself, too, fingers wrapping around his hard length. He bites his lip, stroking firmly, a whine in his throat. "Fuck, Jungkook."

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