What did you just call me?” Yixing growls, thumb firmly resuming its push on the dial, watching with narrowed eyes as Jongdae arches his back, his head pressing back onto Yixing’s abdomen as he trembles. Jongdae finds himself biting through his skin, a copper taste hitting his tongue. Yixing finally relents on the intensity after 5 seconds, observing sadistically as Jongdae collapses against his chair, panting heavily. “Well