The next evening, Chen sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. He hadnβt slept much since last night β since Koo moaned Taeβs name over and over while Chen tried his best to be enough. His chest still ached, his pride torn apartβ¦ but his cock still stirred when he replayed it in his head.
The front door swung open without warning.

















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