jungkook knows what he's supposed to do - what yoongi wants him to do. they've had enough experience by now, enough of these little play sessions, the ones that aren't always just as simple as sex. this is what both of them knew going into this, what they both agreed on before even jumping into their relationship - this is the part of it that jungkook had always been so curious about before, the part that yoongi's videos had helped him start to learn more about before and now. now it's something else entirely, because the way that it gets under his skin, the way that he enjoys it whenever it gets like this, whenever yoongi gets like this - even the thought of it at all enough to take his breath away.

but, it could also be the way that yoongi's thumb flicks back and forth over his nipple, coaxing it to hardness, the fabric of his shirt only adding to the sensation. jungkook wants to squirm, wants to whine, wants to do so many things - but he doesn't. he steels himself instead, fingers wrapped around the soft blanket for something to hold onto, goosebumps raising over his skin despite its warmth with the words that yoongi presses to his neck. he can't help it, though, when yoongi pinches him. can't help the soft whine that sounds in the back of his throat, the way he jolts a little with the pleasure, completely involuntary - because it's one of his most sensitive spots, perhaps the most sensitive, and they both know that of course yoongi knows it. still, jungkook wants to be good - always wants to be good for yoongi, especially when even the mere thought of it is enough to already start sending him into an all too familiar headspace.