Clearly not Hayun. He can't withstand such looks. He's not yet accustomed to someone looking at him like that. If anyone's done it in the past, he hasn't really taken notice. He hasn't often noticed anyone taking interest in him unless they've outright said it. He's had other things to focus on.

But now, all he has is Yohan. Yohan is his entire focus now. It doesn't matter if he tries to look away, turn his attention to something else, it's all Yohan now. Yohan his boyfriend. Wow, he actually made that decision, didn't he? It both feels like a weight's been lifted from his shoulders and one is pressing down on him. A new one. A different one. It's only words but it makes everything feel so much different now. More substantial in a way that he can't explain. He's no longer just cuddling on the couch with this kind older man, he's alone in a cabin on a mountain with his boyfriend.

Wow.

His eyes follow his hand as Yohan guides it into his robe, watches as it disappears under the fuzzy fabric. He pulls in a deep, somewhat shaky breath when his palm presses against Yohan's hardening erection, when Yohan uses Hayun's hand to rub his cock. It's big. He already had an idea of Yohan's size before but... does it feel bigger? Is it his imagination playing tricks on him because of it's future destination? Oh. This all suddenly got very real.

Hayun nods slowly as he tears his eyes away from watching his hand move beneath the robe so he can look at Yohan's face. "Okay." No, that's not a good enough answer. It sounds like he's just going along with it because he thinks he should. Which is not entirely inaccurate, but it's also not the whole truth. "I want to." That's the rest of the truth. That's the overwhelming majority of the truth.