His hand reached for Zion's head, unintentionally grabbing a fistful of his hair. Zion sucked on his nipple, while his other hand gave a hard pinch to the same spot. Suga's mouth parted, as if to tell him to go slower, gentler, but no sound came out. Only a choked moan slipped past his lips.
His body was heating up, and the desire clouding his head made him feel lightweight. He was painfully aware of how much he had longed for this man's touch. Zion's hand began to slide downward, stroking gently along Suga's waist before moving even lower— until Suga could feel just how skilled his fingers were in tugging his pants down.
