'Dang, that neck. So milky, I wish I could taste it.' Junmyeon unconsciously licked his lips, eyeing the exposed skin in front of him, ignoring what Yixing was saying.

"And then–"

"Can I kiss your neck?" Junmyeon smiled, ending Yixing's rambling. Hands were now fidgeting as he tried to hide his sensitive spot away from the bad wolf, blushing profusely.

Junmyeon stood up, approaching him. Yixing had shrunken back on his chair as Junmyeon placed both hands on his arm rest, trapping him.

"Well?" he leaned down, smirking.

"Maybe? I– I mean, yeah. If you want to." Yixing whispered shyly.

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