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Frankly speaking, the place between his hyung's legs was the best place Tang Bo had been. Between his hyung's legs with his hyung's cock in his mouth was definitely the best place he had ever been.

The brat pins her against the wall, towering over her and breathing heavily when all she can do is laugh at his insolence; she hates him, she despises him, she wants to be him; she — is him.

Yes, something remains the same; he still prefers older men.

He's not alone anymore.

His hyung pulls back, all perfect, the same as before except for the slightly reddened lips, when like Tang Bo it takes a few minutes to just make himself look godly. His hyung smiles at him, it's sweet, it's adorable, it's sad. His hyung steps away from him toward the exit of this vacant nook between stone houses, and says: "Just pretend like it never happened, okay?" and his hyung dares him to ask that, laughing an equally adorable laugh, going somewhere further away while Tang Bo gasps.

Frankly speaking, the place between his hyung's legs was the best place Tang Bo had been. Between his hyung's legs with his hyung's cock in his mouth was definitely the best place he had ever been.

The brat pins her against the wall, towering over her and breathing heavily when all she can do is laugh at his insolence; she hates him, she despises him, she wants to be him; she — is him.