Wow sounds good. There's very little Jungkook could say right now that wouldn't sound good, admittedly, but the soft breathiness of his voice and the way he trembles ever so slightly beneath Yoongi are encouragement enough. He has a vague idea that, if fingers feel good, a mouth might feel as good or better; god knows that's true when it comes to Jungkook's mouth on his cock. Besides, he likes the idea that, as much they already know how to make each other feel good, there might also still be things to learn, to explore together.

He nips playfully at Jungkook's ass, glancing up, but he can't quite see his face from this angle. He can only imagine — eyes wide or shut tight, cheeks flushes and lips parted. Yoongi runs his hands along Jungkook's thighs, steady and soothing, and ducks his head again to lick him, tongue lapping lightly at the puckered rim of his asshole, kitten licks against the sensitive skin. "How's that feel?" he asks, fingers of one hand brushing higher to echo his tongue, running teasingly over his entrance. He's not about to press one inside until he gets some lube, but even the thought of doing so just serves to remind him of how hot and tight Jungkook's ass is, how much he wants to be inside of him. More than that, though, he wants to take his time and make sure Jungkook feels good. "Is it okay?" It's not like he expects to be good yet, but if Jungkook isn't enjoying it, Yoongi figures, then they'd both be better off if he goes back to what he knows he's good at.