"I love you," Yoongi whispers back, punctuating his words with another soft kiss before he adds, "More than anything." He doesn't really want to move either, but he also doesn't want to put all of his weight on Jungkook, and propping himself back up isn't an option, so he eases out of and off of him anyway. There's no reason they can't just stay here, curled up in each other's arms, but first, he has to release Jungkook's arms. Reaching for his hands, he presses a kiss to each palm in turn before carefully undoing the knots that hold the ribbon in place. His fingers are slippery, his arms tired, but he's not just going to leave Jungkook bound, if only because he wants to be held.

And, admittedly, because resting on his side like this, legs still tangled with Jungkook's, gives him the opportunity just to look at him, lets him take in the sweet sight of Jungkook, somehow at once breathless and composed. Peaceful, Yoongi thinks, and it makes his heart ache with happiness to see him this way. God knows they fucking deserve some peace. "Are you okay?" he murmurs as he works at the ribbons. "Your... Did I press too hard?" He nods to Jungkook, indicating his throat with a flick of his gaze. Tossing the ribbon aside, he tugs Jungkook close, pulling him into his arms. Even if he's fairly certain that Jungkook enjoyed them, Yoongi takes this part of sex seriously, checking in before, during, and after. As long as they're both enjoying themselves, he's open to a lot of things, but no thrill is worth risking Jungkook's comfort or safety. Even as he waits for an answer, though, he can't stop touching him, lifting his hand to stroke Jungkook's hair.