"That was pleasant, wasn't it?" Lee Min Hyuk asks Bohoja, as they tie the strings of their robes.
Bohoja cracks his neck, face covered in sweat and chin dripping in arousal, as he wrings it and slumps on the chair.
He was exhausted, after all, he'd worked hard?
"Aish, my stamina is getting reduced over time.." He says, head rolled back, chest heaving.
"You're getting old, is all and out of practice.." Min Hyuk, nudges him, pouring before him a drink.
"Your father must be getting old, not me." Bohoja snaps.
Min Hyuk sits on the chair opposite him, fanning his bare chest.
"Yah! How long have we known each other? Don't go after my Father, you know it's a sensitive topic for me. Anyway, I hope I doused the fire in your loins for a while.." He speaks.
Bohoja's throat is dry and he raises a finger.
