Wooheon’s fingers didn’t stop moving until they coaxed out the last drop of semen from Yueul’s trembling cock.
Yueul let out a choking gasp, his hips quivering as he lowered them, finally sinking onto the bed with a ragged exhale.
“You’ve already come twice, and I haven’t even gone inside yet. How much do you plan to spill once we get there?”
Wooheon’s voice held a scolding edge, yet it carried something unfamiliar.
He seemed to be in a good mood, a tone Yueul had never heard before.
Yueul opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out.
His breath hitched from the overwhelming sensation, his tear-streaked eyes blinking slowly, clouded with lingering pleasure.
“...I like that tone.”
“Coming twice already seems to have knocked some sense out of you.”
Wooheon ignored Yueul’s compliment about his tone as he pulled his fingers out.
Reaching for his rock-hard dick, Wooheon began stroking it with his gel-slicked fingers.
