[Kim Dokja lets out a hiss of pain as Yoo Joonghyk's grip tightens. His eyes are looking straight up at the other, expression reminiscent of a deer in headlights. He's starting to get hard, he realizes with some horror.

What were the tricks for preventing an unwanted erection again? He can't remember.]

I don't think you can resist me either, so doesn't that leave you in the same position?

[He can't help it. He always wants to push back. Even now, trapped in this man's grip, he wants to challenge him. He grins like he did the first time they met, when he was being held off the edge of a bridge. It shouldn't feel similar but it does, tension building in his stomach, knowing he should be terrified, but somehow enjoying himself as he's facing down this man.]

I'm just saying you better hold onto that control while you can.