Yohan leans in to press his lips against Hayun's. Lightly. Without any demand. It's soft and chaste, a small thank you for Hayun being willing to do this with him. His hands fall away from Hayun's face and he leads them across the room to the bed. Pulling the covers beck, he waits for Hayun to crawl in and get comfortable before following.

He stretches out beside Hayun, reaching over to run his hands over the boy's hair, across his shoulders, down his bare chest. He leans closer for a more exploratory kiss, prying his tongue between Hayun's lips to tease at the resident muscle.