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It was impossible not to feel this way.
Maybe Jiseok should make an ASMR video. Maybe he should make one and send it to Jungsu and tell him, “Your ASMR video inspired me to do this.” And then he would take his pants off, hook the microphone up to his urethra, and rub himself up and down until he cried and his legs shook and the sounds of his climax were committed to file.
Jiseok had to laugh at himself, his fingers sliding farther between his legs until they massage the base of his cock. The situation was absurd, but even so, Jiseok’s chest tingled and heat rushed between his legs. Fucking Jungsu had to make him feel this way. His pretty eyes, his pretty voice, his pretty hands. Jiseok wanted him to touch him so fucking bad.
(Jiseok watches Jungsu's ASMR video with the intention of making fun of him but ends up getting off to it instead.)