Min-a couldn't think of one single sarcastic statement that could hide how he was feeling right now. All he could do was drag him into his room with one hand while using the other to keep the door shut. This time, he made sure not to forget to close it properly. Now they were behind closed doors. Min-a's nose could pick up a lot of lovely scents coming from Seung-ho, whose hair was now blond, apparently making his blue eyes glow. Gently, he accepted the flowers and gift bag from him. Without saying a word, he took them to the nearest surface he could place them on, a slanted table with a dead lamp hanging over it, which was where he usually drew intricate details on anything he was working on. He gracefully walked back in Seung-ho's direction, a million things ran through his mind as he inched closer. From how hot the older man was, how he wanted his seed slipping down his throat, into his belly. But all he could force out was, “You are so fucking hot..” Before their lips m
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