“Interesting... I thought your sides were your favorite, but it turns out I was wrong. Seems like you prefer this spot a bit more.”
“Ungh, stop saying... t-those kinds of t-things....”
His trembling hands, affected by the arousal, pushed at Wooheon’s head, something he’d normally be too scared to do.
But with his mind clouded by overwhelming sensations, he could hardly think straight, and Wooheon finally lifted his lips from the spot he’d been nursing.
But instead, Wooheon placed his lips on Yueul’s palm, licking as he slowly traced the lines on it with his tongue.
Feeling the snake’s tongue against his palm, Yueul’s fingers curled reflexively.
“Well, if you really don’t like it, I’ll stop teasing you.”
A startled Yueul blinked slowly.
In that moment, Wooheon detached from his palm and returned to Yueul’s stiff nipple.
