"Hyung," Jihoon coaxes in that frustratingly low voice of his, big hands running up Taeil’s arms, "Come on, hyung, can’t you be just a little dirtier…?”

Taeil shivers, glancing down at their bodies and fidgeting a little, “Ah… it feels weird, though, I’m a little uncomf—”

…He doesn’t have a chance to finish his sentence, though, before Jihoon tackles him back into the mud, cackling like a madman.