Minho reaches up, grabbing at the man’s shirt. Buttons scatter onto the floor.
？？？
Stay still. *A low command, voice dark and rough*
Lee Minho
*shivers*
Lee Minho
*gasps*
Lee Minho
Erghh!
Warm lips trail down his throat—sharp teeth graze his skin, leaving marks only they’ll see.
Lee Minho
Ngh— y-you’re rougher than usual…
？？？
*pause*
Lee Minho
*confused* why are you stopping?
？？？
You really think I’m him?
Lee Minho
*Pulling him closer, desperate for heat*
Lee Minho
Shut up… just— touch me… please…
A Soft growl answers him. Cold fingers push his shirt up, mouth following, tasting, biting. Minho arches under him, helpless moans muffled by a strong hand over his mouth.
？？？
Don’t wake the neighbors.
Minho’s muffled whimpers fill the dark room. Skin against skin—heat, friction, the creak of the bed. He’s pinned, helpless, lost in pleasure that feels just wrong enough to make his toes curl.
Lee Minho
Please— please— don’t stop—
？？？
Don’t worry. I won’t.
One more thrust, one more muffled scream—until the night breaks open around them.
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