Wooheon pressed a lingering kiss to his trembling shoulder and murmured.
“This is what happens when you keep rubbing after you come.”
“Hngh, huff... Why, ngh... why are you teaching me this? I don’t... hic, I don’t want to know.”
Wooheon gazed down at the transparent liquid spurting onto the sheets with half-lidded eyes.
It wasn’t trickling down like urine; instead, it spurted out in erratic bursts, the sharp splashes soaking into the sheets.
The erratic sprays turned into thin streams.
Even as it continued to pour out from the tip, Yueul kept his eyes shut, sobbing.
Wooheon, too, simply bit into his shoulder and waited for the barb to settle.
“Hngh, seriously... hic... you’re too much, ngh....”
Yueul sniffled, believing it was finally over—assuming it had only been urine.
His eyes welled up, tears spilling freely.
He wanted to turn into a weasel and run away immediately.
