His fist slid up and down, slow but firm, his thumb pressing insistently against the sensitive head. Suga's hips jerked upward, chasing the sensation against his will. Fear gripped him, yes— but arousal was stronger, it was overwhelming. His cock had been straining uncomfortably for a while now. And if Zion so much as touched that spot again, Suga knew he'd lose it in seconds.
Instead of mercy, Zion edged him cruelly. The moment he felt Suga twitch faster in his grip, he tightened his hand deliberately, squeezing down on his dick to keep him right on the brink.
Suga squeezed his eyes shut, his lower stomach pulsing violently as he struggled to keep control. His hips bucked, his body betraying him, until Zion pressed a strong hand down on his waist, pinning him to the mattress.
"Ungh… Zion… I—I'm gonna… I want to cum—"
