youngjae.
the feeling.
flesh on a neck.
the blood pumping.
the smell of zinc and salt.
the sweat of a brow becoming the
tears you shed when the pleasure is so
intense you grab onto the sheets or the door
handle to see if any of it is real anymore. a reassurance.
who would want anything else?
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