The last threads of Yu's restraint tore apart like wet paper as he slid himself off the bed.
In the dim, antiseptic hush of the private hospital suite, his small hand—shaking with equal parts disgust and ravenous need—dropped between their bodies. Blunt fingertips fumbled at the sleek metal button of Theo's tailored suit trousers. Theo's stomach clenched; a harsh, involuntary breath hissed through his teeth as the button popped free. Then came the metallic rasp of the zipper dragged down tooth by tooth.
Cool air kissed the overheated, straining length of Theo's cock as it sprang upright—thick, flushed dark, already glistening at the slit with pre-cum. Theo groaned low and broken, head tipping back, eyelids fluttering.
Yu's slender fingers curled around him.
