He started moving his hips, fast and hard; Youngjae meeting every thrust. Youngjae reached up and pulled the man down and their lips crashed together. It was almost painful but neither cared. Daehyun hissed in pleasure as the younger man scratched down his back, temporarily forgetting about the camera and dropping it on the bed. “ғυϲƙ me, ғυϲƙ me-” Youngjae begged with each hit against his prostate, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.