"What about now?" Han snarled. "What about this touch?" He squeezed tighter. "This what you want, my hands on you? You want this?" Yes. He couldn't breathe. His throat hurt. He imagined his eyes were bulging out of his head. But that touch hardened him. The anger on Han's face amped him up, whipping at the fire that had been smoldering in Seungcheol's belly. Those flames reared up, reaching, licking, eager to scorch. To scatter their ashes on the floor discolored by cum and urine stains. Yes. He wanted that touch. In fact, he was starved for that touch. Just as he'd gotten used to it, Han had snatched it away. Yes. Seungcheol wanted it back. [ OPEN FOR FULL DESCRIPTION ! ]