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kit bit into his bottom lip so hard he was surprised it didn’t draw blood. he could feel himself pulsating with the need to be touched, and the feeling of taemin’s mouth around his painfully hard cock gave him so much pleasure he was a writhing, sweating mess within moments. kit’s hips bucked up into the other’s mouth as he tugged on his hair, high-pitched moans and cries for more sounding almost feminine in his desperation for the other. “ yes. ” he cried. he cried it over and over, shuddering at the way his tongue felt. as he felt taemin’s finger enter his tight hole, kit’s back arched and his hands gripped the bed covers tightly, as he let a moan escape from his parted lips. he could feel himself being stretched, his hole tight around the other’s finger and aching to become loose. “ h-hyung. stretch me. i want you ... inside me. ” the boy whispered, his cheeks tinged with pink as he licked his lips needily.








