Please. Always so polite. The only person Yohan would tolerate making demands of him, and yet Bae never demands. He asks. Not that Yohan doesn't appreciate his manners. They're sweet, like his boy, and only make him more endeared.

Curling his fingers in Bae's hair, Yohan let his manicured nails scrape lightly, teasingly across his scalp as he drew him into another kiss. It's slow and purposeful, exploring as much as it's savoring the familiar taste of his lover. As it deepens, Yohan lets a hand slip down Bae's back, following the column of his spine until his fingers dip into the crevice between his ass cheeks. He knew Bae's body so well he could find exactly what he was looking for in his sleep.

Those deft finger tips brushed against Bae's entrance, light and teasing. Without a proper lube, Yohan had to take his time. Hunger as he did for Bae, he didn't mind going slow and drawing this out. It was better than potentially hurting the only person he gives a shit about.