“I can make it sweet,”

Mingi whispered against his throat. He pressed open mouthed kisses over the little freckles and moles that dotted the lovely ***** of his neck, and then he ****** a firm kiss just beneath his ear. It wasn’t hard enough to bruise the skin, but it still made the boy gasp and scratch his nails over his back.

“Or I can make it hurt.”

Rather than **** another kiss against the boy’s throat, he parted his mouth wide enough to expose his teeth. They sank into the side of his neck with such force the skin almost yielded to his sharp canines and incisors.

Yunho tensed beneath him. Mingi felt his throat spasming beneath his bite. For a second, it seemed like he might struggle, like he might push him away or hit his fists against him to make him stop with a scared whine.

But the sound that left his lips wasn’t one of fear, it was sweet pleasure. The kind which made the head spin and the thighs tremble.

“Oh, Mingi,” he moaned. “Oh … it feels …”

Mingi held on for a moment before trading his teeth for his lips. ****** a firm kiss against the dimples he had left behind in his flesh. As he released him, he asked,

“What do you like more?”

“Nnn, make it hurt,”

Yunho whimpered against his arm.

“Bruise me more. I want everyone to see how much attention you give me.”

⛤

Yunho had no idea that Mingi was touching himself right now.

Touching himself and thinking about his warmth, his body pressed up against him, his sweet-smelling hair.

How he had looked as he had danced in front of him, with his arms lazily lifted above his head and his eyes closed as he softly swayed to the dreamy music.

Those dark curls in his armpits, and how they would match the thatch between his lean thighs. The thatch that was hidden within his little briefs.

How virginal he looked in his all-white underwear, especially when he got
onto his knees to pray. The way his lips had brushed against the blue rosary beads as he had prayed …

and how they would look if he were to slip the dangling chain between them.
Deeper and deeper, bead by bead, until the silver crucifix was brushing against the back of his tongue.
Until it started slipping down his throat to the wet sound of his gagging and–

Mingi glanced between the toy car and his face in turn.
"So you ended up finding a Supra ?"
“Yeah. Parked down a side street.
Couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw her.
Felt like God put her there, just for me to have. You know ?
“Yeah, I know,” Mingi agreed with a slow nod.

“Feel it every time I look at you, baby.”

Mingi snorted hard and softly shook his head.
“No, it means she’s loud as ****.
Fast to overheat. Guzzles gas like a *****.
Shakes so hard you feel it in your bones.
But I get it.
She packs a real punch, huh? You like riding raw?”

“I like speed,” Yunho replied with a mischievous smile.

“The faster, the better.”