I looked at Seo-Jun's bruised wrist.
His wrist wouldn't be that bruised if he had stayed still but it looked like he had been fighting to free himself, just so he could grab my head and do whatever he wanted.
It was a good idea to use the belt, but now he was hurt.
Seo-Jun noticed me staring at his wrist and asked,
"Are you feeling sorry for me?"
I didn't answer.
It was clear he was going to use it to tease me again.
Seo-Jun grinned and leaned closer, reaching for my face and swiping my lips with his thumb.
"Don't you feel sore?" He asked and I gulped.
"Yeah," I said. "It's a little sore but it's not something I can't handle."
"Then what about down there?" He asked, reaching for my pants but to his surprise, I wasn't hard.
He blinked, confused, and then looked up at me.
"Is it broken?" His sudden question made me laugh. "Why aren't you hard after all that?"
