Fics like Clementine

Yeosang struggles to be physically intimate with his members at the expense of his physical and mental health. Yeosang sucked in a trembling breath when Mingi slid his hand under Yunho’s jacket and pressed his hand, wide and warm, against Yeosang’s lower belly. The press of him against Yeosang’s back, the cheek against his neck, and the direct skin on skin contact was overwhelming in the best way. He had craved such intimate touch so desperately but never knew how to ask. Mingi seemed to know something about the thoughts attacking Yeosang because he had silenced them instantly with his quiet assertiveness. He wasn’t really giving Yeosang a say in the matter, which was exactly what he needed. If the decision was up to him, he would have declined, only to ache more alone. The feeling of Mingi breathing against him, his muscular chest rising and falling noticeably against Yeosang’s back was like a metronome lulling him to sleep. His body relaxed, his heart slowed into a comfortable thumping in his chest, and his headache began to abate.

Fics like Clementine

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