A cold, low laugh escaped from Zion— one that made all the blood in Suga's body feel like it froze. It was more terrifying than the laughter he'd ever heard in any horror or gore films.
"Your legs are pretty. You're not exactly tall, but they're slim and long."
I know I'm not tall, but I'm not short either!
"Your skin's smooth too."
Zion rubbed the sole of Suga's foot, torturously slow. It tickled, and Suga clamped his mouth shut to hold back the involuntary laugh threatening to escape.
"Do you think I'm going to do it?"
"..."
Zion's hand moved down, resting behind Suga's knee and pressing down, forcing his leg to spread open in front of him. His other hand squeezed the inside of Suga's thigh, and Suga couldn't stop the small gasp that slipped out when Zion pressed near his groin.
"Answer me. Do you want me to do this?"
