The Taste of a Sucker

“You remember what happened yesterday, right?” The man demanded of Suho without preamble. Of course, Suho remembered—down to the detailed sight of the man’s sweat-soaked upper body. What should I do? Pretend I don’t know? Or confess to my sins? Facing this situation the moment he woke up, Suho felt like crying. Should I start by apologizing? Should I? While he was planning how to escape this situation by any means necessary, the man held out something he had been gripping in his hand. “Then you’ll remember this too.” In his hand was the dildo Suho had handed him yesterday. Judging by the color and size, it was definitely his. --- “I vote for that. Sex is love, and love is sex. Isn’t th...