Desperate to anchor himself, Yueul bit down on Wooheon’s fingers, his jaw trembling as it clamped down hard.
A faint tang of blood lingered on his tongue, but Yueul refused to let go.
As Yueul bit down harder, Wooheon’s expression tightened slightly, even as his lips brushed against Yueul’s flushed ear.
‘Oh, great. Here we go again.’
“Mr. Lee, do you know you have this habit of biting my fingers when I press down here like this?”
“Nnngh, I... I didn’t know.”
Yueul shook his head as he released the fingers from his mouth.
The faint streak of blood mixed with saliva glistened on Wooheon’s hand, but Yueul was too overwhelmed to care.
“Well, it’s something you should learn from now on. When you’re in this position, if I do this....”
Wooheon pressed himself tightly against Yueul, moving his hips.
The stretch made Yueul’s hips clench tightly around the girth of Wooheon’s shaft.
“Haaah...!”
