"Jo-Pil," Ki-hoon breathed in my ear. "If you tell me honestly how good it feels, I'll move my hands even faster."
He was such a tease. So, this man knew how to be despicable just to get me to admit something like that. It... It wasn't fair.
If I had the upper hand, I would've stayed stubborn.
But at that moment, I was already feeling so frustrated that I just wanted to let out the pent-up frustration somehow.
"I... I'll tell you." I said, breathing hard and squeezing his shirt. "So keep moving. Just... Keep moving your hand, Hyung. I can't take it any longer."
Ki-hoon began to stroke our dicks again and I once again fell into a pool of pleasure. I couldn't contain even my facial expression and that was how he knew I felt good even though I refused to admit it.
"Well, go ahead." He said, his lips next to my ear. "Does it feel good?"
