Intimacy has a way of drawing out a very distinct energy from Yoongi, one that never fails to draw Jungkook in. There's surety in his movements, even as he pauses at every step to ask if Jungkook is still comfortable, if Yoongi's managed to avoid pushing too far. Still, he radiates confidence in a way that Yoongi rarely does otherwise — at the piano and by Jungkook's side seem to be the two places for which that confidence is reserved. Maybe they're not all that dissimilar, Jungkook thinks, as he watches Yoongi's hands brush along his skin, deft fingers freeing buttons and smoothly sliding fabric down. Here, Jungkook is Yoongi's instrument, the recipient of gentle fingers, their mingled breath forming a melody that punctuates the silence.

And Jungkook responds, as he's sure that every piano has under Yoongi's touch. He lifts his hips, feeling warmth rise to his cheeks as he lies bare underneath Yoongi's fingertips, shivers when he feels Yoongi's lips brush warm against the now cool skin of Jungkook's thigh.

"I will," Jungkook murmurs, even though that answer doesn't seem to do their bond justice. You won't might be the more accurate reply, but there's a part of Jungkook that also wants to reassure Yoongi that he's not simply here to receive whatever Yoongi could theoretically do to him. He's here, instead, because he trusts that Yoongi will know exactly what to do to bring both of them pleasure. And that means acknowledging that even for the two of them, there are boundaries that both of them get to set.

"Feels good already," he breathes shortly after, feeling his cock twitch under the simple weight of Yoongi's gaze.