on tv: we don't have any furniture

on 2kr: he throws me on the soft bed and spanks me

i'm so sorry, yva. it's been nearly 3 years for me. grief is strange in that it comes back around now and then out of nowhere. i'm sure your dad is so proud of you. sending you hugs 🫂

i stand firmly by the idea that if you can't be bothered to pay an artist to bring your vision to life, why should i be bothered to buy your product? you put absolutely no effort into this, so why should i care? i care so deeply about the value of human art. this feels like such a slap in the face.

minho strokes his tattoos and plays with his tits and waits patiently for jisung to beg. until then, he doesn’t mind being teased right along with jisung; minho’s cock is mostly hard but jisung is just rocking helplessly on it now, too weak to keep up a rhythm. (he’ll break soon, minho can tell.)

minho is the one whose ridiculous thighs have the strength and stamina to ride dick for hours, but he makes jisung do it just to watch him start to whine and shake when he’s tired; his hole probably aches, stretched around minho’s cock for so long, but jisung can’t stop bc he needs it too much.