A/N: Please be advised that the following narrative contains explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised. Enjoy, and don't forget to vote.
Suga arrived home at ten o'clock. It had been two weeks since they cried in each other's arms and since they kissed. He doubted that he felt the same way about him.
Either way, he kicked off his shoes and let his breath out. On a sofa was Agust D, perusing a book.
Why am I spending my time in a one-sided love if he isn't into me? Suga thought shrugging him off and making his way to their room.
He got to his feet and snatched his wrist faster than he could blink.
Suga said. 'Let go.' He smiled a feral smile and drew him in. 'Is there a reason that I should?'
'You're drunk. Let me go' again, Suga said. "My prince, I'm not drunk," he replied as he ran a finger over his jaw.
There was a strong, tangible sense of expectancy in the air. Suga couldn't help but feel that there was tension between them—an unsaid understanding that caught fire and made him feel something.
He was drawn in by the subtle invitation he made when he glared his eyes with such intensity that it chilled Suga's spine.
"All right, let me-." His lips collided with his in a passionate kiss that made his heart race, burning with a need that seemed like it might swallow them whole.
His lips tasted like a mix of mint and a hint of something sweet, lingering with a subtle warmth that felt both comforting and electrifying.
It was a kiss of punishment.
He pushed his body against his as soon as their lips met. He pressed his hand to his throat, brushing his hair with his fingers as he deepened the kiss further. His second hand extended upward, caressing Suga's cheek briefly in the palm before descending to his body.
Agust D continued kissing him, cocking his head to the side. He nipped his lips, his tongue pushing into his mouth and then pulling out. Not bloody, just tough enough to cause pain. He then took his mouth away and began licking his throat as he panted for air.
Suga froze in disbelief. Submissive and astonished by his possessive grip.
Agust D was biting and licking him at the point where his neck and shoulder met, and then all of a sudden he hit a place, and Suga moaned.
Their actions spoke louder than useless words as they gave in to the need that pulsated between them. His touch was electric on his skin, and waves of pleasure rolled down his body with every caress.
Suga experienced a wave of release as their clothing tumbled to the ground, abandoned in the heat of the moment—a freedom to explore and revel in the desire that captivated them both.
Every kiss and every touch revealed something new about their desires. Somewhere in between the kisses, he clicked a pair of handcuffs around his wrists. He did not care.
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Similar to his beautiful and compelling face, Suga possessed a very gorgeous figure. Something about him was so powerful, a magnetism that pulled Agust D in.
He lowered himself to heap open-mouthed kisses all over his chest after pausing to admire his beauty—the way his muscles flexed beneath his beautiful skin. He could feel the fire from his lips on his skin; with every kiss, it seemed to radiate throughout the two of them.
Agust D knelt to plant a kiss on his sleek stomach, running my lips over the taut flesh. He responded to every touch, his chest rising and falling faster, his breath catching. His heavy breathing showed the effect he had on him, even if his eyes were closed.
