Coming untouched is always an intense experience. Something about the lack of touch, the way it leaves Jungkook both wanting and overstimulated all at once, it settles into his skin with blanketed warmth. He whimpers softly as Yoongi's own climax follows, feeling the wet heat spread inside of him, shivering as he tilts his head just in time for their foreheads to press together. He can't tell which one of them is trembling, or perhaps they both are, the movements almost in tandem as they collapse into one another, limbs spent and heavy. Belatedly, Jungkook realizes that he didn't even have the capacity to keep his eyes on Yoongi as he came, and Jungkook thinks it's too bad, he missed it, that moment of pure bliss — rosy, parted lips and skin aglow with the exertion.

Maybe that's part of why Jungkook longs to cling now to Yoongi, hands still bound but fingers curling as Jungkook raises them, brushing his knuckles against Yoongi's skin. He leans up, seeking kisses even as his breath remains uneven, body still seeking air to fill his lungs but trying to keep things calm, quiet, waiting for Yoongi's permission to unravel fully. This is different than the harried passion they shared in the aquarium, however much Jungkook loved that experience as well. This is Jungkook leaving himself exposed, love stripped bare for Yoongi to behold, and as terrifying as it is sometimes to leave his fate in another person's hands, it also feels right. Relieving.

Safe.

"I love you so much," Jungkook whispers. "Just wanna stay like this forever."