But do you also think about jeongn's huge hand splayed on chn's thigh. The meat of his thigh slightly bulging out of the spaces of jeongn's fingers whenever he squeezes. The way the meat of chn's tits would look whenever jeongn squeezes there too? and how the meat around chn's waist would look whenever jeongn would homd him there, squeezing him when he fucks him hard and fast? Jeongn thinks about it. Oh, he thinks about it all the time. It lives in his mind, presenting itself whenever he secretly squeezes chn's waist when he passes by him during practice; the slight, miniscule shivers chn would have when it happens. It rears its perverted head more when they fuck, Chn crying, tears falling off his eyes when Jeongn hits his prostate, bulging on his belly a bit, goading him to do more, squeeze more. No, that's not enough— bite it. And he does. He leans in, hovering over Chn's tits. The supple meat, glistening with sweat, looking so inviting. And Jeongn gives in. He bites.

And chn cums.

Jeongn leans back, licking his lips then grinning at the scene before him. He doesn't stop moving, of course he doesn't. Chn babbles, gripping the sheets and locking his ankles around Jeongn's waist. His face, ears, and neck are red. He looks absolutely adorable, and Jeongn bites him again on his other pec.

Chan orgasms again, back arching off the bed (woah core strength) at the intensity of it.