Yoongi exhales slowly, gaze traveling along Jungkook's body. "Yeah, like this," he says. On one hand, he finds, he thinks he prefers it when Jungkook is looking at him, when their eyes meet, and he misses that a little. On the other, there's no denying Jungkook looks good from behind. He's breathtaking at any angle, but this is one Yoongi doesn't often get to experience. The slope of his shoulders, the dip at the small of his back, the swell of his ass — all the lines and curves he mostly sees clothed, laid bare in front of him. More than that, the readiness with which Jungkook complies, all of it brings his breath up short, a gentle reverence in Yoongi's expression as he settles himself between Jungkook's legs again.

Bending over him, he presses a kiss to the back of Jungkook's neck. "And just because you're right," he says wryly, "doesn't mean I'm wrong. You're stunning." Nipping gently at his shoulder, Yoongi makes his way steadily down Jungkook's back, trailing kisses along his spine. He's all too aware of how close they are, of how badly he wants Jungkook already; desire twists and coils in his gut, warm and tight, and he's pretty sure Jungkook has to be able to feel it, too, pressed against him as Yoongi is. "And so good," he breathes, "so good for me." He runs his hands over Jungkook's ass as his lips wander lower still, hesitating a moment before he licks lightly at Jungkook's entrance, more curious than intent. Immediately he glances up, looking for the slightest sign of discomfort or disapproval from Jungkook, or else a sign to continue.