BP 73

The various desires rising within him were intricately entangled without form, and it was still difficult for Seung-hyun's ability to distinguish them. Moreover, he wondered if there was even a need to do so. As long as they touched, it didn't matter if it was dry, mysterious, or anything else. If he could just embrace the warm body heat, absorb the energy, and enjoy his solace, such worries would be pushed to the background.

“Very well.”

The man's hand reached out slowly. Seung-hyun, thinking he was offering his hand to check the gear, followed the hand and widened his eyes. In the touch that brushed his face and gripped the nape of his neck heavily, a coercive kindness was read. As he was pulled down by the thumb pressing firmly into the back of his head, the man turned his body. The other arm finally draped broadly across Seung-hyun's back.