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He doesn’t know how much more of this he can take, though it seems Minho is on the same page when he squeezes his legs tighter against his shoulders and says, “Jisung, if you don’t prep me faster, I’m going to shove that plate up your ass.”
Jisung leans back, looking up to find Minho glaring down at him and he can’t stop the grin from spreading on his face. “Yeah? You want it that badly?” He presses deeper with the finger still inside of him just to add a little flair to the question.
“Bad enough I’d let you fuck me with that syrup,” he complains, but all it does is make Jisung’s eyes slide to the boat of maple syrup nestled onto the plate and… well shit. He can’t lie and say the idea doesn’t intrigue him. Minho seems to catch his own mistake in the form of his curiosity. “Jisung. No.”
“But what if it’s really nice?” he counters, still looking at the syrup longingly. He imagines drizzling it all over Minho’s thighs until they’re both coated in it and maybe that’s gross but it’s also the hottest mental image he’s had in a while.
“Are you actually contemplating this right now?”
“…Maybe?”
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Breakfast in bed, but make it filthy.