His fingers traveled down, then he felt Suga's bottom getting wetter and wetter, drenching the sheets, fluid constantly flowing out from his hole. And straight away without much thinking, Zion inserted all four of his fingers, forcefully pumped them in and out, faster than before, stretching wider and wider in a frantic manner, until it was even softer and wetter, Zion's mouth never once ceased playing with his nipple.
"Ah .... Feels good ... Mmh ...—"
Suga's hands find his hair, gripping it tight, as if he was confused about whether to push him away or bring Zion's head closer to his chest.
