"Suga, you're so wet."
"Uh... mhh... slowly."
The wet sounds of Zion's fingers stirring inside him, spreading and prodding at his sensitive spots, were so lewd that they echoed in Suga's ears. He didn't even know he could get this wet, feeling his own juices leaking out and dripping onto the floor, and he desperately wanted Zion to put his cock inside him.
It might also have been because they hadn't had sex in such a long time. Before Suga got pregnant, they had sex very often, no, "often" was an understatement. You could say he was probably just as horny as Zion— it was simply their stamina that was different.
Suga bit his lower lip. He knew he was about to say something that would embarrass him, but fuck it, they were about to get married, they'd been together so long, so what was the point of being ashamed of a biological need? But still... Suga hadn't expected himself to be this perverted.
"Deeper... ah, Zion... I want something bigger than this..."
