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“One,” Minho started, voice achingly soft again.
Silk over a blade.
Jisung pressed shaky fingers harder into the door, fingernails scraping small flakes of paint away. Minho's sweet voice kept him in the moment. He couldn't drift thinking of the pleasure, his cock aching, his nipples sparking with each rub of his chest across the wood in front of him. He couldn’t lose himself in the haze of burning pain and the ache of his muscles holding his precarious position. Instead he was drawn to think about what was to come. The impact, how it would flash through him, white-hot and searing. How it wouldn't burn away, how it would sit and radiate. Continue to send sharp stabs of pain through his body. How days from now he would still feel Minho there, would be able to see his hand prints.
Or Sometimes Jisung needs a firm hand to be reminded that Minho is the only one thats supposed to make his dick twitch.