The sudden motion sent a jolt through him, his body twisting as the thick cock inside him shifted.
The barbs caught, scraping against his sensitive inner walls, making every movement more difficult.
Yueul’s breath hitched, his body locking up before instinctively tightening around him.
It felt like he was being turned inside out.
“Hhngh—how... how could you...?!”
How the hell did he manage to flip him over while still inside?
Yueul gasped, clutching Wooheon’s shoulders as he was forced to face him head-on.
He made a mental note—next time he slept with an anthropomorph, he was damn well checking for barbs first.
“Have you done this position before?”
Yueul swallowed hard, nodding stiffly.
“I was going to teach you, but I see you’ve already done it.”
Wooheon supposed that made sense.
At twenty-eight, Yueul wasn’t exactly inexperienced.
Even if Yueul’s ex had been absolute trash, he had probably still tried different positions—just like Wooheon had.
