Wooheon pressed his teeth lightly against the spot where his tongue had just traced.
Damp strands of Yueul’s hair stuck to his face.
He made a quiet sound before sucking gently at the soft skin.
A wet noise filled the space as his tongue flicked out again, teasing the delicate area.
The heat of his lips seared into Yueul’s skin, leaving a lingering warmth.
Yueul’s head tipped back as he instinctively gripped Wooheon’s nape, fingers tightening.
“Haa... Don’t... Mmph, Stop....”
‘...If I sucked on his chest, he might actually cry.’
Wooheon could tell that the same trembling sensation Yueul had felt when he played with his nipples was creeping up on him again.
Wooheon bit down lightly, careful not to hurt him, before finally releasing his lips from Yueul’s skin.
His fingers brushed over the flushed mark left behind.
“You mean ‘Don’t stop,’ right?”
“Ah, no, no, that’s not—”
Yueul was completely at a loss as Wooheon even started teasing him now.
