He's trying to keep his focus. He's trying not to let Hayun's steady hand become too great of a distraction. Or the feel of his slim legs against Yohan's own. Or the rustling fabric of his dress. But he has missed this. Hayun. Touching and tasting Hayun. Breathing him in, listening to him.

His eyes close and he breathes out slowly when Hayun's slicked hand returns to his cock. He's missed Hayun touching him, too. He savors it for only a few brief seconds before those dark eyes open once more with renewed purpose.

"Please, please, please," he repeats as he reaches for the lube to squeeze a measure into his hand and coat his fingers. "I'm happy to oblige you," he purrs once his fingers are thoroughly coated. Yohan puts his hand under Hayun's skirt once more, this time reaching around behind the boy. Those deft fingers that have learned Hayun's body so well over the last few years waste little time in seeking out that tight ring of muscle. Teasing first, prodding and massage it until it softens enough to work the first finger inside.

An action which pulls a low groan from Yohan and a noticeable twitch in his dick.