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Chan leaves the Fendi Men's Fashion Show early, looking forward to taking out his frustrations on himself, only to find he's not alone in his hotel room...
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“Yen, touch me please, I’m fucking dying,” I insist, biting his lips roughly before dropping my hold on his jaw. I feel his smile against my mouth, but then my mind goes blank as I feel him snake his hand between our bodies and wrap his long, slender fingers around my neglected dick.
“Oh fuuuuuuck baby, that’s it,” I hiss at the contact. He starts stroking me slowly, and he moves his mouth away from mine. I start to protest at his retreat, until he trails his mouth down my jaw, stopping to suck the tender skin of my neck. I groan and rut my hips forward gently into his hand.
“Hyung,” he whispers, his hot breath heavy in my ear, “You work too hard. Let me take care of you.”