Jinki’s eyes fluttered shut as Kibum started slow, clearly reveling in the way he shuddered under every touch. Slow, smooth strokes turned into quicker ones until Jinki was panting, trying not to make a sound or buck his hips up hard enough to move the seat too much. He had to bite his lip when Kibum started alternating between pumping him quickly and pulling his hand back to gently twirl around the head of his cock. It became increasingly more difficult to contain the moans that wanted to slip past his lips and he gripped tightly to the armrests of his seat. He was so close that his head was already starting to go hazy when Kibum’s hand stopped and pulled away.