Skin against skin. Hayun's missed this too. Not just Yohan's dick in his hands (though also absolutely his hands on Yohan's dick. Make no mistake) but the simple, more innocent types of contact too. Yohan kissing his forehead or touching his cheek, holding hands or even just his arms against the back of Yohan's neck when they hug. But at least the want for those more innocent touches he's been able to stave off a little with Vincent. Being affectionate with his friend in a very tactile way helps to keep the want to touch Yohan from becoming too overwhelming. Unfortunately it does nothing for all the other ways he wants to touch and be touched. As much as video chats have helped, directing each other on where to touch themselves is simply not the same.

It's not the same as feeling Yohan's skin against his bare thighs, feeling him under his hands. It's not the same.

Pulling one hand away to reach for the bottle of lube, Hayun starts that languid stroking again with the other. "I kinda look good in them, right?" Base to tip and back down again. "They're pretty accessible? To wha-" There's a soft gasp of realization and a barely audible 'oh' on the exhale. His eyes dart from side to side, as though checking to make sure they truly are alone, then his voice drops down to a whisper. "Especially if I don't wear anything under it."