Woobin was alone; he was alone in the apartment in the dark. Yijung was out, he said he'd be back late, but it was already two in the morning, and Woobin should have been asleep; Yijung had told him not to stay up for him.
But Woobin was awake, wide awake, eyes as open as his butthole as he pushed himself down on his vibrator. The bed creaked underneath is weight as Woobin pulled himself out of the rubber s*x toy and his mouth hung open as it brushed past his prostate.
Woobin was horny, so f*****g horny, and he wanted Yijung to come home, before he came, which was looking less and less likely as Woobin's c**k leaked precum steadily.
He only ever used the vibrator when Yijung was away, and never really gave it much thought until he was absolutely certain that his fingers weren't good eno
