Yoongi smiles, always relieved to hear that. It's a delicate balance, tying Jungkook up; too loose is as likely to take away from the experience as too tight is. In the end, he'd rather err on the side of not tight enough, but he'd prefer even more to get it right. "Good," he says, giving himself a moment just to look, to see how Jungkook relaxes, pliant and easy, a flower unfolding. Yoongi could spend forever looking at him. Yoongi could spend all night making him unravel, too. He climbs up the bed to lean down and kiss Jungkook, deep and slow, fingertips trailing down along Jungkook's arm to his thigh to palm him through his jeans. His own are too tight and he's too clothed anyway, and he sits up moments later to shed his shirt, peeling it off and tossing it to the floor with a little huff of a laugh.

Knelt beside Jungkook, he reaches to unfasten his jeans, to start sliding them down, fingers grazing deliberately along his thighs, thick and strong and Yoongi wants to kiss and bite and bruise, but he wants Jungkook naked more, first. "Always so beautiful for me," he says, soft but sure. He is, he thinks, only this confident in bed or at the piano. There's something about having all this vulnerable trust in front of him that makes him want to live up to it, to make Jungkook feel as good as humanly possible. "So good." He nudges Jungkook's ass gently, prompting him to lift his hips again, so he can ease his underwear off, too. It hasn't been that long since he was on his knees in the museum bathroom, Jungkook's cock in his mouth, and still the sight of him sends a thrill of desire through Yoongi, makes him want to suck him off again. He has other ideas, though. He slips between Jungkook's legs, leaning over him to press a kiss to his thigh. "If anything gets to be too much," he says, glancing up, "tell me." He's said it a hundred times, but it's always worth saying, he figures. Just because he wants to do something doesn't mean Jungkook does.