Kim froze in the doorway, chest tight, every nerve wired. The boy was in front of the mirror, towel barely hanging on, skin glistening, humming shamelessly to the music as if the world didn't exist. His body was different looking fuller, softer, stronger and his face... god, his face glowed. Kim's throat went dry. Fuck. Did he just ...did he actually get hard? Heat pooled low in his stomach. This was not the plan. Or What if Kim finds Porchay half naked....... And he nosebleeds infront like a fool?

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