Hayun tips his head back to look up at Yohan when he stands, though his eyes dart downwards every time a new button comes undone. Ever new bit of skin that's exposed seems to pull his focus, despite his attempts to keep his eyes on the man's face. That's always difficult though. Sometimes looking Yohan in the face is like looking at the sun. Especially when they're this close, when Yohan is shedding his clothing, when they're preparing to get intimate. No matter how many times they do this, he still feels a little awkward about it, he still gets shy. He shouldn't. He still furiously blushes. He shouldn't. He does.

Even now, his entire face is a soft pink to rival his hair. He boldly presses his hands to Yohan's bare chest and the colour creeps down his neck. He presses his lips together and looks off to the side as he slides one hand down down down Yohan's torso. He presses his burning face to the middle of Yohan's chest as he trails his fingers down the man's shaft.

"Better..."

Without further comment, Hayun moves back from Yohan and then darts off to his bedroom. "I'll be right back!" he calls over the sounds of rustling around on the other side of the wall. Then silence, followed soon after by the sound of soft footsteps growing closer. He reappears with his hands behind his back, returning to that same spot he'd run off from, very near to Yohan. Hayun tosses the bottle of lube he'd just retrieved from his nightstand down onto the plush mushroom.

"Now that's better."