"All of that preaching and then you're the first to rut against my hand." Cheon certainly wasn't complaining. He had to grin, stroking Sam a little now, giving him more pleausre to lose himself into.

But then the car stopped and soon Sam was hauled along, trousers still open. They walked through the staircase of his building, cold air against his underwear. Cheon used Sam's own keys to unlock and then he was shoved inside his flat, the door closed again. For the moment, no one was holding Sam, but he was still blind, gagged, drugged and handcuffed, so it wasn't as if he was much of a threat.