Mikaela quivers as Ji-hoon's hot breath fans against his skin. He remains face down, laying in anticipation.
What is he just staring at? God, I hope he doesn't make me beg again…
He doesn't think his pride could handle pleading like a touch starved virgin, as he had moments ago.
A cold, wet feeling on his rear end takes him out of his thoughts. His heart skips a beat once he realises what it is..
Ji-hoon lets the saliva run down his mouth to Mikaela's tight entrance, dampening his fingers with it. He then proceeds to trace the rim. His touch is light at first, but seconds in, he presses further, adding more pressure. He slides in two fingers.
The sudden friction triggers a jolt from Mikaela. He arches his face into it, leaning back into.
The only time he took his repressants was in the morning before work. It's been hours. Ji-hoon's pheromones aren't helping. It only drives him further to wanting more. Fingers aren't enough.
If he could go just a little deeper…
