Kyong is... nothing if not surprised by the way the other comes up with the idea of a massage. He hadn’t been expecting an answer at all if he was honest but that one. He can’t help but think of how Sungki’s hands would feel massaging him — he wonders if he’s good at massages, not that it would matter. He’s secretly wanted the other to touch him for any reason.

He clear as his throat. Perhaps that makes it not the best idea?

“Sungki, what are you trying to say?” Because his brain is definitely going places it shouldn’t.