Suddenly, Zion's eyes landed on Suga's lips—the soft pink flesh, plump and always tempting. Zion had never really understood the appeal of kissing. For him, sex had usually just been about using someone else's body as a tool for release. But with Suga, as he gazed at every detail of Suga's features, he began to understand why, in old literature even the modern one, love making so often used words like 'eating' or 'consuming,' turning the act into a metaphor that bordered on romanticized cannibalism.
It wasn't about literally devouring someone— it was the same hunger, just played out through a different act. When you're hungry, you eat. And when you're starving for someone in sexual sense, you want to press your skin against theirs, to feel them with your lips, and taste them.
He wondered— did Suga feel that too? Or was he the only one this overwhelmed? If Suga felt the same, maybe it meant his desire wasn't so strange after all.
"Suga, do you want to kiss me?"
