Yijung shivers where he kneels on their bed, undressed and waiting. In front of him is one of their newest toys -- one that's quickly become a favourite of his and Woobin's.
It's a doll -- or, part of a doll. Just a soft, silicone ass. Smaller than Woobin's, but still big enough to hang onto, to f**k hard and deep the way he can't really do with a flashlight.
Woobin sits at the head of the bed, leaning against the headboard with his legs stretched out and crossed in front of him. He's fully dressed and sipping a glass of wine. Yijung watches him, waiting. He's eager and anxious, c**k sitting hard and heavy between his legs. But he knows better than to act without Woobin's permission.
Woobin watches him back, takes a sip of his wine, slow and savouring. And then he nods.
"Go ahead," Woo
