The pressure was firm, almost commanding, and with each press of Chang’s fingers, Kenji felt a deeper sense of surrender.“You’re not in charge here,” Chang continued, his voice quieter now, more intimate. Gay porn A security in knowing that Chang would guide him, would take care of him, without hesitation.“I want to hear you say it,” Chang murmured, his voice low, yet full of control. There was a flicker of understanding in his gaze as he looked down at Kenji, his expression unreadable. His body was tense—he’d been working nonstop, and everything felt like it was knotted together. And that means you don’t get to decide when you stop. Chang’s dominance wasn’t about force; it was about trust. “Good boy.”Kenji felt his chest tighten at the praise, a warmth spreading through him. The faint scent of lavender and eucalyptus from the essential oils filled the space, mingling with the soft hum of ambient music playing in the background.Kenji lay on his stomach, the plush massage table beneath him comforting his tired muscles. Chang’s control was undeniable, and there was something comforting about it. But as Chang’s hands moved over him, pressing him down into the table with firm, unwavering pressure, all of Kenji’s doubts faded away.“Yes,” Kenji breathed, his voice barely a whisper.
