The adrenaline burns through his system sweeter than any sugar, making him higher than any drug. The cotton beneath his back is cool but Junhong's lips are even chillier against his overheated skin, sending his nerves into sensory overload as he's spread across the bed.
"Junhong-ah.."
Already the room is spinning, his sense of self ebbing and flowing
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this was perfect, wish it was longer, thank you so much ;_;
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