Just as the nameplate threatened to trip over the desk, he caught it with his fingertips placing it back neatly. Turning his head, he met Yoon Seoyul's curious eyes while smiling mischievously.
"Fuck me."
"...."
Yoon Seoyul quietly capped the water bottle, seemingly unaffected by him. Cheon Areum snatched the hand trying to close the cap on the bottle and brought it to his chest, gliding it down to his abdomen.
"I want it right now, Yoon Seoyul."
"I want you to fuck me."
"I want you in here."
Cheon Areum pressed Yoon Seoyul's hand against the same abdominal area he had entered last time, speaking in an almost pleading tone and hazy eyes.
*
Cheon Areum dodged the spoon by shifting his head from side to side, evading it with annoyance.
"I don't want to eat more!"
"Last bite. I'll finish the rest."
