Ruaan hadn't slept.
Not even close.
He lay on his back all night staring at the ceiling while his brain replayed every single moment in that bathroom with Seo's collection of horrors. The sizes. The sounds. The way Seo had looked at him after each one was like a scientist observing a very interesting experiment.
None of it had entered him.
He was very clear about that and he was also happy.
But he had seen enough to understand exactly what 'entering' would feel like and the understanding alone had kept him awake until 5am with his legs pressed together and his face buried in his thin pillow.
He had seen the way Seo's hole clenched around the toy as he thrusted in and out even with the lube. It was tight and it looked very painful.
He had already made a choice and a decision to never let something like that enter his hole. Not even a finger.
Not Cullen.
Not the toys.
Not Seo.
Not—
'Harolin.'
