Chanyeol begins to fuck Zitao with his fingers, a slow in and out. He examines Zitao more closely. There's jizz drying on his stomach, hair matted to his forehead with sweat. The head of his cock is red, swollen. Chanyeol wonders how long he's been here fucking himself. How many times he's gotten off already. "Were you thinking about me?" Chanyeol asks.