Through the haze of desire, Yoongi can't help feeling a striking sense of relief. The way Jungkook moves and sounds, he knows he's doing well, and there's a part of Yoongi, no matter how unruly he can be at times, that longs simply to be good. However much he might act out or pretend he doesn't care, he's a perfectionist. He may not always aim to please everyone, but he still wants to do things right, and no more so than in moments like this, when the goal is so simple and clear and perfect. He's been thinking about this, which means he's been studying and planning and preparing, hiding away his knowledge, intent on doing things correctly on his own, and it's paying off.

Part of him wants to keep going, to see if he can get any deeper, but he draws slowly back, reaching for the lube instead. "Please what?" he asks, a little breathless himself, especially now that he can sit back a bit and get a better view of Jungkook. He's so beautiful, every muscle straining, desperation pulling taut every line and curve. "What do you want?" Granted, he knows, he's supposed to be making the decisions. That, he reasons, entitles him to decide he wants to hear Jungkook say what he needs. He's so tempted to keep touching him, but he restrains himself, just to see Jungkook squirm a little more.