Waiting is something Yohan’s grown used to. Never idly, though. No, he’s always taking steps toward some goal. That doesn’t mean he enjoys the waiting. Especially when he’s waiting to have his lover.

Yohan leans in to meet that kiss, moaning into Bae’s mouth shamelessly. Bae’s adjusting well enough, but Yohan won’t rush. Instead he’ll keep stretching the boy, twisting and curling his fingers between probing thrusts. At the same time, he presses his tongue into Bae’s mouth, teasing the resident muscle. Only when he needs air does Yohan pull away.

And withdraws his fingers from that much-desired body and slips it to Bae’s hip. A slight guidance so he can position his aching dick against Bae’s hole.

“Ready,” he breathes out.