It was easier because they could have spent every night together. It was their choice not to. But they could've changed their minds at any time. Hayun could've decided at any point that he didn't want to spend the night alone. Yohan could've called Hayun at any time and said that he wanted to see him. Now it's different. They can't really drop everything and see each other on a whim. It feels out of their hands now and that changes everything. It actually makes him regret the times he didn't stay with Yohan. When he's home for the summer, when he's out of school entirely, he won't be making that mistake again. He won't waste time anymore.

Hayun should've seen it coming. Or rather he should've simply known it was coming. He's still staring down toward the hand beneath the skirt, yet what happens catches him off guard yet again. His mouth drops open and he gasps then breathes out a deep and almost desperate sounding moan. Even more surprising (or maybe just a little disappointing) is that it stops again so suddenly. Oh he does so love the feel of Yohan's hands on his thighs, but it doesn't compare. It actually takes a few slow breaths for Hayun to regain some semblance of composure.

"Me too. I missed this too. A lot."

He pulls his own hand from Yohan's cock just long enough to dollop a healthy amount of lube into his palm as well as a little extra directly onto Yohan's dick. He once more curls his fingers around the older man's waiting erection, this time not being quite so slow with the tugging and stroking. Sitting up on his knees over Yohan, Hayun leans in, putting his mouth right next to Yohan's ear. The volume of his voice drops once more as though they aren't the only ones in this entire apartment, and he has a secret for only Yohan's ears. "Finger me, please."