The trace of a hand down his side and around to the small of his back draws a shiver out of Jungkook, leaning in and finding Yoongi's lips again, drawn to him by an invisible force. Sometimes, Jungkook feels like he must be the moon that orbits Yoongi, with how easily Yoongi becomes the center of his world — how all other awareness fades when Yoongi is near. But there's something to the way that Yoongi describes their intimacy as well, how it makes it impossible for them to distinguish one another. How they can no longer tell each other apart.

His cheeks color, and in spite of himself, Jungkook finds his eyes warming at the corners, tears not quite threatening, but — close.

"It's not just sex," he agrees, biting on his lip as he bumps his nose against Yoongi's. "Like, even if we weren't so good at getting each other off, just being next to you... feeling you against me, it's. I dunno. It means a lot to me. I like feeling when you breathe, your voice in my ears. S'like my whole world is you, when we're having sex. Literally."