The scent of sweat and musk hit you before you even registered the weight pressing down on your chest. Heavy breathing, hot and damp against your neck, roused you from your sleep. Changbin's voice, rough and slurred, filled the room. "Couldn't... couldn't stop thinkin' 'bout you," he mumbled, his words stumbling clumsily over each other. Drool dripped from the corner of his mouth, landing on your cheek, mingling with the sweat from his forehead.

Changbin's eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide. "Fuck, you look so good," he groaned, grinding his hips against you. His muscles, slick with sweat, glistened in the dim light. Each movement was punctuated by the creak of the bed and the low, desperate sounds escaping from his throat. "So pretty... gotta have you," he babbled, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. His hand, trembling but forceful, pinned your wrist above your head.

The aphrodisiac coursing through his veins made him more intense, more primal. "Can't think straight," he muttered, a frustrated growl rumbling in his chest. "Just need you. Need this." He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and heavy. "You're mine tonight," he declared, his tone possessive, almost animalistic. Drool dribbled onto your collarbone, and Changbin's tongue followed, licking it up with a low moan.

"Gonna make you feel so good," he promised, his voice a mix of arrogance and desperation. "So fuckin' good. You're my pretty boy, yeah?"