Dec 8, 2022
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧, something deprived, wrists twisting in their bounds. hips offering a momentary arch : a silent request to have something [ ... ] anything. the tie snaked around his wrists faintly burning at the friction. cheeks burn at the thought of himself in a position like this ( it’s precisely why he asked to try it ). body shifts with a whine, looking to sang-woo in a half smile. ❝ next time, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗. ❞
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