Finally, Zion halted, yanking Suga's shirt up with a sharp tug to expose his chest, his eyes narrowing into slits as he drank in the sight. Suga's hand still clutched Zion's wrist, trembling slightly, and he followed Zion's piercing gaze down.
Suga's skin gleamed a stark, almost ghostly pale, his nipples naturally light in color, but now they made him cringe at how fast they'd flushed into a raw, angry red from that fleeting tease.
"Ah, they're so red," Zion remarked, his laugh low and laced with wicked awe.
"You're pulling too damn hard! My body isn't some stretchy rubber!"
"Hands up. Now. Come on ..."
"Why? Ugh…"
As if it were the most natural command, Zion flicked at Suga's shirt with a lazy, taunting pull. "This— it's blocking me."
"Blocking what? Don't you dare do something weird."
