Seung-gil had enjoyed every photo he came across, and some might be saved to his drive on his laptop. Emil always looked good without his shirt.

If he let himself think about it, he'd wonder if Giacometti actively encouraged his friends to have as much sex as possible. Well, he couldn't disagree with that, because sex was good. And he could only imagine that Emil had improved in the two years since they last slept together.

"Oh?" Seung-gil asked as he put his hands on Emil's ass, giving it an encouraging squeeze. "I've gotten better stamina since we last fucked." Military life hadn't hurt his sex life, and the physical training was more intense than what he had gone through as a figure skater. "So the question might be how long you can last before needing a break."

He slid his hands up Emil's strong back, fingers curling into his shirt. "Off. I missed your hairy chest."