Normally, Wooheon wouldn’t have such concerns, but with Yueul, he couldn’t help but worry.
With his weasel ears poking out and even his tail showing up, it wouldn’t be surprising if Yueul suddenly shifted into his animal form and hiss in distress.
“If it hurts, let me know. Got it?”
Wooheon paused his finger, waiting for a response while he gently rubbed Yueul’s thigh.
This was the first time Wooheon had ever spent this much time preparing someone, and he could feel his own heat rising again.
Still, he didn’t show it.
“O-Okay....”
“How do you feel now? It’s not that bad, right?”
Yueul nodded, and Wooheon carefully began to move his finger inside him.
Despite the gel, it felt tight and resistant, suggesting that it had been a long, long time since he last had sex.
Wooheon moved slowly, allowing Yueul to gradually adjust to the sensation.
“Nngh... mm....”
Yueul squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a soft moan.
