This time, it was Zion releasing his pheromones, making Suga curl in on himself, overwhelmed by the sensation of that invisible scent brushing over every inch of his body. Zion yanked him closer, kissing him roughly, biting down on his lower lip before sucking on it greedily.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Suga almost forgot where they were. He shoved weakly against Zion's chest, signaling that his breath was running out, begging him to give him a break. But the moment Zion's hand clamped around his dick, Suga's mouth fell open in a helpless moan.
"Why? Why are you suddenly losing focus?"
"Ugh… we shouldn't do this… not here—"
"Do what, Suga?"
"Sex… we shouldn't. What if people see us like this…—"
