Taesan's POV
Seoha is softly sleeping next to me and I'm staring at his face with rapt attention. How hard I'm staring at him can only be compared to a serious student preparing for his final exams.
Why the fuck is he this beautiful? Why is he so perfect?
He's clueless of the driver waiting outside for us to get ready and leave. The man can wait till tomorrow morning for all I care, I don't want to wake my mate up. He looks perfect in his sleep.
Seoha shudders in his sleep and I move closer to him. The aftertaste of our activities is still on my tongue. This sweetness of his milk is strange, but it doesn't kill the lust to feed off him again. I'm not ashamed to admit that I'll do it again and again till he stops producing milk.
My cock is still wet with his slick and my body still plastered to his.
How the fuck did I last this long in my life without him?
