A cool hand closed around his fully erect cock. Uijae’s body jolted violently.

“Ah—hey, Sa-young, ah—ngh!”

He rubbed his forehead against the pillow, curling his toes. From behind him poured a low voice, laughter and arousal mixed together.

“Oh—wow, hyung. You’re insanely sensitive….”

Goosebumps rippled over his skin. Even Lee Sa-young’s voice itself was registering as pleasure now.
Was his body broken?

The fingers digging into him stopped. The hand gripping his cock stilled as well. His body twitched on its own, as if anticipating what was coming next.

The tension of not knowing when it would start again—