Mature Theme ahead.
"Bend, Amor.."
Jane pushed Sejin's back further to the frost covered flower bed with his butt in the air. Whilst Jane instructed him from the back, Akira sat in front— holding his trembling and sweating hand.
"W-what are you doing.."
He looked back and saw Jane's serious face morphing into a playful smirk and before he knew it, a loud resounding slap echoed. Sejin gasped in surprise, eyes wide in disbelief making the two chuckle.
"You— ahhh!"
Before he can spout a curse towards Jane, a sudden rouse of pain travelled from his chest and out it goes his mouth. Right, he forgot that there are two of this mischievous devil spawn; Akira had long let go of his hands and settled his squirming hands over his chest.
Sejin turned his face towards Akira and the asshole had the audacity to smile innocently whilst still fumbling his chest.
"Was not me."