It was only after Rim Young came hard—truly and uncontrollably—from nothing more than the three fingers thrusting and pressing deep inside him that Wi Hajoon finally withdrew the unbelievably slick digits. He leaned down at once and kissed him, soft and immediate.
Rim Young sniffed, chest still heaving, gradually calming under the gentleness of the kiss, so different from the persistent way Wi Hajoon had been fingering him.
"Mm… Hmm…"
Tears continued to slip from the corners of his eyes, yet Wi Hajoon's hand closed around his oversensitive length and began to stroke. Rim Young reacted instantly, desperately catching those hands and stopping them. He was far too overwhelmed. It would be better if Wi Hajoon simply put it in now and started taking his energy before Rim Young became too exhausted to give any more.
