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“Holy shit.” I tense again—begging my hips not to move. “Stop sucking me in.”

His knees clamp against the outside of my thighs.

I rest my cheek against his.

I hear him sniffle.

I feel a tear trickle from his skin onto mine, and now I’m the one apologizing.

His nails dig into my back. “Don’t you dare say sorry for something I told you to do.”

“But it was my job to make sure you were ready.”

“I’ve been ready since you burnt me with that damn cigarette then chased me around the truck.”

His dry laugh shakes his chest, and distracts my attention—pulling my eyes down between our bodies.

It really is ridiculous.

I’ve been on top of him so many times before, but with the angle needed for me to be inside him, his legs are flayed so far open his joints must be aching. And the sight of my cock still half way out his ass would be considered torture if we both didn’t want it so much.

I wipe away another tear with my nose and kiss his cheek. “I was in so much denial back then.”

“So was I—uh…nguh—keep going,” he moans as he sucks my dick deeper through no fault of his own.

“I didn’t mean to. I—Fuck, Jin.”

His voice is meek as his body quivers. “Am I doing good, Hyung?”

I push up just enough that our noses touch as I look down at him. "You said it again."

His face is clammy, his eyes are red, and he just nods.

“You’re doing perfect, Little One.”

“I want you to keep moving.”

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

He nods, and as I kiss him, I draw back.

Not much. Maybe two inches. But it’s enough for me to already crave his heat.

Hooking my elbows beneath his underarms, I make sure my hips are far enough away from him that I can’t bottom out—even if he begs—and I ease back in.

He gasps, but this time, there’s a moan creeping in at the edges.

“It’s your fault, really, for having such a greedy little ass.”

“It’s only greedy for you.”

“Oh yeah?” I pull back again—still keeping it shallow—and drive forward, this time without waiting.

“It’s greedy cause it was made for you, Hyung.”

Jesus fucking christ.

I grab one of Jin’s hips, and hold him still in case he gets any dumb ideas.