The fact that he couldn't deny the man— he was so lulled by that voice. Suga closed his eyes, hugging the man tighter. As Suga's hands pressed against his back, the man kissed his neck, deeply inhaling the scent there.
He shouldn't feel at ease, shouldn't be liking this— what kind of messed-up scenario was unfolding between them? It was confusing, and Suga couldn't comprehend why he felt this way— the body temperature of the man who was obviously spreading against his skin, the way their sweat mingled, the weight of the man's body pressing against his. Suga was left with no choice but to breathe in the intoxicating pheromones of the man— it felt suffocating. Attempting to retain his sanity, hanging by a thread, he reminded himself not to succumb.
He shouldn't be drawn to any of this. But why? Why did he feel the urge to tighten his embrace? The sweet utterance of his name by the man sent a tingling sensation coursing through his entire body.
