Chapter 8

The smaller body felt like a feather, so light that Jeon didn't have to make any effort to pull it closer to him as he walked blindly backwards.

The intention was to find the toilet and sit on it, but while Hayoon was holding onto his neck and one hand was tied around his waist, Jeon wandered around with his free hand on the back, looking for the lid of the toilet to close it and finally sit down there.

It took a while, he almost gave up, but he finally did it. He sat there, which made Hayoon stare at him, completely out of breath and with a red mouth.

"He comes." Jeon called him, indicating his thighs for Hayoon to sit down.

He again thought more than simply acted, but his body felt like his enemy there, the volume in Jeon's pants was already noticeable too, and the conception of that made Hayoon's cock throb, consequently making his mind guide the body to the other and so sit where Jeon indicated.

Hayoon had his waist grabbed again, Jeon held him and adjuste