Fox bit his lip, his finger curling and stroking in reverence as Mingyu’s body opened easily and greedily for him, his other hand fiddling with the plug as he prepared to insert it. He was just sliding a second finger inside when Mingyu spoke and he froze.

He glanced up, the surprise evident on his face despite Mingyu’s casual tone as well as the fact that they had practically already said as much. He just hadn’t quite thought it through in those exact terms.

He felt his face flood with warmth and then his eyes quickly fell to his hands.

“A-ah... I mean... Yeah. If you want me to. If you don’t think you’d get sick of me,” he added with half a laugh, but it was clear he was actually nervous about it.