BP 91

The man's fingertips headed toward a place he hadn't expected at all. The movement pushing up against the tender skin was dense. Seung-hyun lowered his head deeply. The tips of his ears burned.

Seung-hyun gripped the man's hand, which had reached his chest, right through the T-shirt. Despite Seung-hyun's resistance, the sensation of his nipple being rolled by a thumb was electric. As the surface of a fingernail pricked the skin, a stinging sensation made his waist jerk. This was so unfamiliar that Seung-hyun didn't know what to do.

“Uh, that...”