This position made it easier for Zion to move. He rolled his hips deeper, pushing Suga forward until his hands braced against the mattress while Zion's palm rested over his stomach. His pace remained slow at first, his lips brushing along Suga's neck, pressing firm kisses that would leave marks. What he didn't like about this position was that he couldn't see Suga's face, but the soft, stifled sounds slipping from Suga's lips were enough to tell him everything. So he picked up his pace, still holding himself back from going too rough.
Zion frowned slightly as he pressed a kiss to Suga's shoulder, remembering Suga's warning not to bite his neck. It wasn't a problem— there were plenty of scent glands on an omega's body. The neck wasn't the only place. Still… fuck, he wanted it so badly.
His fangs tingled, and Suga's flushed, sweat-slick skin looked unbearably tempting.
"Ah… it's too deep… ngh, ah… ah…"
