[Probably the smart thing to do would be to gently dissuade Hao from doing this. After all, he's in the middle of a live. The fans are waiting. They're probably worried.
But Hyunsu doesn't do that. He never does. He can never quite bring himself to resist Hao's attention. Hell, he was sitting here on his bed during the live because he wanted Hao's attention. He was waiting for it. It's just come a little sooner than expected.
He slides his hands under the hem of Hao's shirt so he can touch bare skin and groans softly at Hao's confession.]
That was nice of you. [To think of the stylists. Though he's shuddering just a little at the thought, already starting to get hard.] I would have let you, though.
[Just like now, he wouldn't have been able to resist.]
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But Hyunsu doesn't do that. He never does. He can never quite bring himself to resist Hao's attention. Hell, he was sitting here on his bed during the live because he wanted Hao's attention. He was waiting for it. It's just come a little sooner than expected.
He slides his hands under the hem of Hao's shirt so he can touch bare skin and groans softly at Hao's confession.]
That was nice of you. [To think of the stylists. Though he's shuddering just a little at the thought, already starting to get hard.] I would have let you, though.
[Just like now, he wouldn't have been able to resist.]