Once in the shaded nook, Su-jin dropped all his pretense of coy hesitance. He crashed into that kiss, hands running beneath Tiras’ robe to slip his fingers into the waist of his briefs and push them down. Tiras had all of his attention and would have it for as long as he wanted it.

Su-jin shuffled forward until he’d pushed Tiras against whatever was behind them – a wall, a bookcase, it didn’t really matter. Just as the scent of someone else on him didn’t matter. It wasn’t unusual, after all. It just gave Su-jin a good excuse to rub himself and his scent all over his partner.