“Beg, pet.”
The way Yixing says it makes him tremble. The way that voice commands him. The way that sinful voice dripped with sexual charisma. It reminds Jongdae of what first drew him to Yixing. But he's is still hesitant. They had never done this in such a risky place; where they could be discovered by returning workers, security guards, janitors, or other tenants of the office building. Yet he can’t help but be drawn in by the atmosphere, his eyes fluttering underneath the blindfold as the vibrations decrease significantly before spiking suddenly again and drawing a pitiful whimper from his lips.