A/N I'm still editing this. Forgive me for any mistakes and don't forget to vote.🩶
That night when they settled in their room, Suga faced Agust D and whispered, 'Kiss me on the lips,'
He gave him an amused smile and said 'These lips?' pressing a finger to them.
'yes, just a secret between the two.' he continued.
'deeply addicted to a prison called you' Agust D said, that was true: he was addicted to him.
'can't serve nobody but you' He said.
'and I knew,' Agust D said, with a bit of climax.
'that I drank from the poisoned chalice anyway,' Suga said
'knowing it was poisoned' Agust D ended, pressing my lips to his in a searing kiss.
They pulled away breathless, staring into each other's eyes.
His hand cupped his face, thumb gently tracing his cheek. "Why do you make it so hard to breathe?" he murmured.
"Because you're my air," Agust D replied softly, feeling the truth of his words settle between them.
He smiled, a rare, genuine smile that lit up his eyes. "Then don't ever let me go."
"Never," Agust D promised, sealing it with another kiss.
The kiss deepened, growing more urgent, more desperate. In a sudden, fluid motion, Suga pinned him against the bed, his eyes darkening with a mix of desire and determination. His breath hitched, heart pounding in anticipation.
"Don't move," he whispered, his voice taking on a commanding edge that sent a shiver down his spine.
From somewhere, he produced a pair of handcuffs, the metal glinting in the dim light of the room. Agust D looked at him, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in his eyes.
"Suga..." He started, but he silenced me with a finger to my lips.
"Trust me," he said softly, his gaze locking onto mine. "Do you?"
Agust D nodded, my heart racing. "Always."
With practiced ease, he secured his wrists above my head, the cold metal of the handcuffs a stark contrast to the heat building between us. He leaned in close, his breath warm against the shell of his ear.
"You're mine," he whispered, the words sending a thrill through his entire body.
"Yours," Agust D agreed, his voice barely more than a breath.
His hands roamed about his body, every touch igniting sparks of pleasure. Agust D was completely at his mercy, and he loved it. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only Suga and the intensity of the moment.
He leaned down, capturing his lips in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. The sensation of being restrained, combined with the passion of his kiss, was overwhelming. Agust D arched into him like a cat, craving more, needing more.
"Tell me what you want," he murmured against his lips.
"You," Agust D gasped, my voice filled with longing. "I want you."
He smiled, a devilish glint in his eyes. "Then that's exactly what you'll get."
He leaned in, his lips brushing against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "I need you," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.
"I need you too," I responded, my voice trembling with desire.
His hands began to explore, sliding under my shirt, tracing the lines of my body. Every touch ignited a fire within me, a burning need that only he could satisfy. I pulled him closer, our bodies pressed together, feeling the heat between us grow.
