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The kissing had been the easy part, hot and desperate, like something ready to boil over. But when Minho pushed Jisung back onto the bed and sank to his knees, things shifted.
Minho was starving for him.
He ran his hands slowly down Jisung’s thighs, tugging his waistband down, and then paused.
“Holy shit,” he muttered, staring at the huge wet stain on the front of Jisung’s boxers.
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06 Sep 2025