“Do you not want to do this?”
“N-No, it’s not that... but... please, don’t laugh at me.”
Yueul turned his head as he spoke.
Apparently, he was still bothered by being laughed at by Wooheon the last time.
But Wooheon furrowed his brow, as if he had no recollection of it.
‘Did I really laugh?’
He remembered the size of Yueul’s, but he didn’t recall laughing about it.
“I don’t make a habit of mocking others’ sizes during sex... Are you really that insecure? I’ve seen many men smaller than you.”
“Th-that’s not it! I thought I was fine, but last time... Never mind.”
Yueul’s face flushed as he stammered, which took Wooheon by surprise.
He hadn’t expected someone so timid to be a bit defensive about something like that, given his slight build, but he was still a man after all.
Wooheon chuckled lightly and took Yueul’s hand, pulling it away.
Even though Yueul was putting up some resistance, his strength couldn’t match Wooheon’s firm grasp.
“Okay, I got it. Enough talk now.”
