[-- well, that doesn't help. The effortless way Hyunsu snaps the doorknob off, simple, easy as breaking a twig, as twisting ripe fruit off the vine, fingers digging into the plush flesh, juice dripping down -- no, no more dripping, no matter how hot Hyunsu forcing the door open is. Koby swallows hard, audibly, stumbling forward on wobbly knees, feeling his grip on his composure slowly, slowly slipping.
There are goosebumps scattered over his bare arms, his shoulders, revealed in the tight tank top he'd been wearing to bed, his bare shins and thighs beneath the hems of his loose shorts. Koby crosses his arms as he tries to walk in a straight line, into the room, into the heated scent of arousal and frustration and sweat and --]
Sorry. [On a choking, shuddery breath, to Hyunsu, to Hao, knowing that he's amplifying the intense desire, echoing and reverberating it again and again.] I'm -- I'm making it worse.
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There are goosebumps scattered over his bare arms, his shoulders, revealed in the tight tank top he'd been wearing to bed, his bare shins and thighs beneath the hems of his loose shorts. Koby crosses his arms as he tries to walk in a straight line, into the room, into the heated scent of arousal and frustration and sweat and --]
Sorry. [On a choking, shuddery breath, to Hyunsu, to Hao, knowing that he's amplifying the intense desire, echoing and reverberating it again and again.] I'm -- I'm making it worse.