Suga's face flushed when he saw the gesture, but even so, he got up from his seat and moved over to sit on Zion's thigh, both hands resting on those broad, solid shoulders.
"The walls in this apartment are thin, so don't do anything weird."
Squeeze. Both of Zion's arms immediately wrapped around Suga, pulling him close as his head sank against Suga's chest, and Suga's heart began beating so hard that he was certain Zion could hear it clearly from this position. Suga gently stroked Zion's hair, admiring how the red color reached all the way to the roots and how clean his scalp was, the shampoo he used being the same brand Suga used himself, yet somehow its scent felt different when it came from Zion, tickling Suga's nose with a strangely soothing sensation that made him want to breathe in more of the man's scent.
The same soap, the same shampoo, and the same fabric softener, yet somehow they smelled completely different when Suga caught those scents from Zion's body.
