It took time to get here. In the early days of their relationship, Yoongi was as nervous as he was excited to explore, always a little worried he'd do something wrong — push too far, hurt past the point of pleasure. He felt a flutter of that again earlier today, thinking about how it would feel to choke Jungkook. Even knowing Jungkook wants it, there's trepidation over the possibility of getting it painfully wrong. The last thing Yoongi wants to do is to hurt Jungkook in a way he doesn't actively want. Figuring out where those boundaries are was a process. Now that he's more sure of them, his confidence flourishes, as if all those restrictions, the lines he shouldn't cross and the ropes that bind Jungkook both, somehow contrive just to set them free.

He nuzzles gently against Jungkook's thigh, smiling into his skin. "Good," he says softly. "That's all I want. Make you feel good." Not that his own pleasure is negligible, but Yoongi isn't worried about that. He gets off on knowing how good he makes Jungkook feel, knowing how irresistible he is to the younger boy. Where one leads, the other always follows.

Stroking his hand along Jungkook's hip, he draws lazy circles with fingertips and tongue against his skin, sucking kisses intently along the inside of his thigh. He doesn't want to bruise too deeply, but he likes leaving marks only the two of them will see, lips skimming over fading bruises from recent nights. This is theirs. Whatever else anyone does to them, however Jungkook is harmed, there's this, softly purpling declarations of love writ along his legs, sometimes scattered over his chest.