Tiras was such a light thing. Like a bird, really. His weight was easy to support even without Su-jin’s help. Growling into Tiras’ mouth, Su-jin reached beneath his partner to line himself up. With a subtle roll of his hips, the head of his cock breeched Tiras’ hole, spreading him open for the rest of that hard shaft to follow.

Su-jin moaned into the wet heat of Tiras’ mouth, pressing his tongue inside to tangle with the resident muscle. He slipped his hands beneath Tiras’ thighs and used that grip to move his slight frame up and down along his dick. He always felt so good, regardless of what position they were in or where they chose to screw (though, Su-jin had to admit a new-found kink for having sex in places where they risked being discovered).