A gentle bite in the inside of his knee, and then Jimin moves his finger slowly, gives him what he wants.
He gasps— squeezes Jimin’s hand when the digit curls, rubbing softly along the inside. It feels so good he picks up the pace of his hand, rubs his thumb over the head of his c/ck to match that sensation.
A low chuckle fills the tent.
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