“Do you have a preference, though?” he asks Yohan, the question is muttered under his breaths as he sifts through one cylindrical rod after another, in hopes of finding his forever-cock. Yohan slides his hand down Sol’s waist, then up his back again, and Sol relaxes under the touch on instinct. “My love,” Yohan leans forward, closer to his ear, “I just want yours,”
