Zion's pheromones were overwhelming, undeniably intoxicatingly fragrant— their scent so sweet and heady that Suga inhaled deeply, as if they could replace oxygen itself.
Unconsciously, he lifted his hips slightly, pressing himself harder against the man above him. A moan escaped his lips as his sensitive area rubbed against Zion's chiseled, unyielding abs. It was as if his body had a mind of its own, chasing the pleasure it craved from this man.
It felt like Suga was the one in heat.
Zion, sensing the hardness of Suga's erection, gripped Suga's waist with both hands, pinning him firmly to the soft surface beneath, halting his movements.
The action snapped Suga back to reality, a flush of embarrassment washing over him for what he'd just done. Zion was the one in rut, yet Suga was the one losing control.
"...Suga."
