“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.”

⛤