“No penetration. I’ll just keep sucking on your nipples until we’re done.”
Wooheon bent down again, his lips brushing over Yueul’s still-swollen left nipple.
Yueul clutched at his shoulders, a confused look on his face.
‘Wait... Wasn’t this supposed to be a tongue comparison or something? I could’ve sworn that’s what he said. Or... did I get it wrong? No way Mr. Kang would forget something like that, right?’
“Nnngh!”
The tremor gave him away—he was clearly distracted.
Even as the snake tongue teased him gently, it didn’t make him shiver quite like before.
Wooheon bared his teeth and bit down on the stiff nipple.
Their eyes met—Yueul’s pupil was already turning foggy out of excitement and arousal.
“Don’t get your hopes up. I’m just gonna suck you off exactly the way you want me to, and that will be it.”
“I-I never—hnngh—asked for this....”
Yueul squeezed his eyes shut, words trailing off into a groan.
