Pleading but still on his best behavior, Cheon Areum didn't move away and kept his hands plastered on Yoon Seoyul's abdomen. Even after Yoon Seoyul removed one of his hands from his wrist, he made no efforts to misbehave, focused on not falling on Yoon Seoyul's face. Using his hand, Yoon Seoyul placed it on the trembling member of Cheon Areum, eliciting a gasp from the back of his throat.
"Haa....Ngh..."
Yoon Seoyul licked from the top of the base to the end of his length with the help of his hand, bending the erection to lead it to his lips and tongue. Cheon Areum settled, thinking he was just going to get off from the licks, when Yoon Seoyul unexpectedly took it in the warmth of his mouth. Cheon Areum blinked, a surprised look on his face, fireworks blasting in his mind. He loved it when Yoon Seoyul deep-throated him, to the point Cheon Areum was afraid he would lose his composure.
