"Keep your hands behind yourself."
Cheon Areum spoke as he opened the mega pack, picking a single condom from its pile before lowering himself to the hardwood floor beside Yoon Seoyul. He settled onto his folded legs, his breath catching at the sight of the imposing length before him, and stole a glance upward. Yoon Seoyul's eyes bore into him as if that piercing stare alone could quench his insatiable hunger. The skin beneath his eyes and along his neck blazed a vivid pink, flushed with heat, while rivulets of sweat cascaded down his face in abundance.
