Yoongi wasn't sure if they'd make use of the ribbons at all this weekend, but he's glad now that he brought them, less because of his own desires, more because of the way Jungkook lights up. He's so eager and excited, a tremor of anticipation running through him, and Yoongi relishes it. As much as he enjoys the physical aspect of what they do, this gets to him just as much in its way, knowing the effect he has on Jungkook, knowing how happy he can make him.

Though the physical part doesn't hurt either, a current of desire pulling through Yoongi at Jungkook's words and the accompanying mental image. He leans close, kissing him, tugging the shirt gently free of his wrists before he reaches to undo Jungkook's pants. "So pretty," he agrees, brushing another kiss against his lips. "All for me." That, he finds, makes how they choose to be intimate all the better, Yoongi finds; no one knows about their kinks or experiments, no one knows what they do. It's a secret they share, another thing that's theirs and no one else's, the same way no one else gets to see Jungkook like this, wide-eyed and flushed and ready to be thoroughly ravished. No one else gets this kind of trust. It's hard to resist the thrill of being that kind of special to someone. Of being special at all, but especially to Jungkook.

"Alright," he murmurs, finally drawing back, though he could lose himself in kissing Jungkook for ages. "Lie down."