Suga tried to keep his voice down. He wanted to protest, but he knew if he didn't bite down hard on his lower lip, more humiliating sounds would spill out of his mouth.
"Suga, you're hard again… we've already gone so many rounds, but apparently you're insatiable."
Zion's fingers stilled, then slipped out of him with a wet plop. Suga's legs trembled violently, and if Zion hadn't been holding his waist, he would've collapsed onto the floor. He let out a shaky breath of relief now that those fingers weren't pressing into his overstimulated insides anymore.
"Shut up," he snapped back, though the words came out weaker than he intended— he'd meant to sound angrier. But it was pointless to deny it. He could feel it too, that firm bulge pressing insistently against his backside again and again. Zion was hard.
