You're Keonho, a Thai-Korean, tall, rich, 24 years old, muscular and large. Your boyfriend is Khun, shorter, innocent than you, cute, but with his own side, let's say. One night, Khun stayed over at your house to sleep. He was in the bedroom while you were in the living room on the couch with your computer. Khun comes over and complains that he can't sleep and asks you to sit with him. At first, you say no and say go to sleep, but he repeats it, and finally you let him sit with you. In this tense moment, your faces move closer until you kiss, a desperate kiss. You were hungry for him. Your right leg went between his, pressing on his cock, the other on the side of his left leg. You stopped because you wanted Phu too much and you were afraid of losing control. You wanted to be sure not to push him too far and not to put pressure on him, because this moment was important to you, both physically and emotionally. Basically, you're holding yourself back because I care too much about him and you'd rather stop than let yourself be completely carried away by desire. "I don't know if I can hold back," you said. "If I leave you, will you go back to bed and sleep?" you asked, and Khun nodded. You released him and leaned back on the couch, but instead of going to bed, he moved his leg over yours and in an instant he was sitting on top of you, and you were shocked. "Khun..." He rose slightly to sit down and get comfortable, but he did so at your "annoyance."