If Jungkook needed it, he knows that Yoongi would take things achingly slow, denying himself however long is necessary to make sure that he can spare Jungkook any discomfort or pain. But there's an equal and opposite momentum on Jungkook's end, he thinks — a deep urge to meet Yoongi's every need, to be better, ambition seeping through even to the most intimate of moments between them. So when Yoongi asks if Jungkook needs another, he shakes his head quickly, eyes wide and bright, eager to please, wanting the closeness more than he ever worries about the consequences.

"I think I'm — I'm good, I'm ready," he insists, eyes fluttering to a close again as Yoongi's fingers brush precariously close to that spot they've both come to know well. Jungkook shudders, muscles in his body tensing until he reminds himself to relax; that however much he might want to heighten sensation for Yoongi, Yoongi will also be watching to make sure he doesn't hurt Jungkook. Any hitch in breath, any sudden jolt in Jungkook's body, these are things that might easily worry Yoongi and pull them out of the moment.

"Want you inside me," Jungkook breathes, relaxing as he opens his eyes, heavily lidded and irises blown dark. "Please."