Watching Jungkook, the way he smiles now, so satisfied, so happy, all Yoongi can do is relax into his touch, willing his mind to follow suit. It's so easy to second-guess himself, so easy to doubt. He forgets again and again that, when he makes himself voice that, Jungkook is always there to soften the worry and set him right. It's ridiculous to be embarrassed by much of anything at this point. They're a mess of sweat and limbs and each other's bodily fluids; there's nothing they can't share.

Even so, he ducks his head at Jungkook's words, viscerally reminded of earlier, how he'd struggled to keep quiet so no one would catch them. He's usually careful, knowing the last thing he needs is to get caught by his dad, but this was something else entirely, the risk even higher, the thrill even greater. "God, you too," he says, barely an exhale. "That was... really hot. And, yeah, let's try that sometime, from behind. Worst that happens is we don't like it as much." He strokes his hand slowly up and down Jungkook's side as he talks, watching him. There's something weirdly sweet about Jungkook when he's like this. He's just so excited and curious, and it helps coax Yoongi to meet him halfway there. He shrugs. "I don't know. I feel like I'm still figuring things out, but I like trying things with you."