You lay there, flabbergasted at what just happened, body still trembling.
Yoongi looks up from where he has gotten comfortable between your thighs, lips quirking in amusement at whatever he sees on your face. “You still with me?” he teases.
He really just did that. Just knocked all breath from your lungs, all sensical thought from your brain, with a few expert swipes of tongue.
He kisses a thigh. “Hey. You okay?”
“So the tongue technology wasn’t a metaphor,” you croak.
He looks way too smug, but you can’t even be mad about it. He did that. “I don’t lie.”