: SU-HYEOK - ALL OF US ARE DEAD
YOU TEASE HIM.. BUT HE DOESNT LIKE THAT..The two of you hadn’t moved.
The flashlight was dying now, casting only the faintest golden glow across his flushed skin and your bare chest. The cold was still there, but your bodies were burning, tangled together on the desk, both of you sweaty and breathless.
And yet... you weren’t finished.
Not even close.
Suhyeok leaned back just a little, resting on his heels, cock still half-hard, slick and twitching as it pressed up against his stomach. His eyes roamed over you, pupils blown wide, jaw clenched tight like he was trying to get control.
But you didn’t want him in control.
You leaned forward, slowly, dragging your hands down his chest, over the curves of his abs, until you reached his waistband.
He caught your wrist. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” you whispered, climbing off the desk. Your voice was low, breathy, dangerous. “Sit down.”
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