Woobin sighs, leaning back to rest his weight on one arm, settling further onto Yijung's face. His palm rests flat against Yijung's stomach, and the shift in Woobin's position means he has to work even harder to breathe. But Yijung's arms are wrapped around Woobin's legs, fingertips digging into his inner thighs, holding him in place. He doesn't want Woobin going anywhere.
Woobin smiles down at him, grinding down onto him. Yijung's eyes are wide and watery, but his mouth keeps working just the way Woobin loves, licking into him, twisting his tongue inside and swirling circles around his rim. Woobin sighs at the feeling but he's careful not to praise. Yijung doesn't deserve that yet.
Woobin reminds him, tossing his head back and shifting his legs apart to spread himself wider, to grind do
