Jiho’s breath on the other end of the line hitched slightly as he described all the ways he wished Taeil could touch him, then, how he wanted to touch him back, all the places he would run his tongue and his fingers and leave little marks on his neck and inner thighs.

And it was hot, but Taeil just… felt embarrassed and weird about the whole thing—it was one thing to actually be doing those things, but to try to put into words… “Ah, Jiho… I… this toy would look great in you…?” It was awkward.

The other man’s sigh told him he was definitely doing as poorly as he thought he was, “Oh, come on, you’ve got to be more descriptive than that.”