Tae stood in the doorway of the small bedroom, moonlight painting pale stripes across the wooden floor. His husband, Minho, lay sprawled on the bed, chest rising and falling in deep sleep. The sheets had slipped down to his waist, leaving his broad back bare. Tae watched him for a moment, then turned away, heart already hammering with the knowledge of what waited in the storeroom down the hall.

He wore nothing but a thin cotton robe that barely reached his thighs. Beneath it, his heavy breasts swayed with every step, nipples stiff from the cool night air. Between his legs, his pussy was already slick, lips puffy and parted. He had spent the entire day thinking about this moment—about Minho’s three older brothers and the way they looked at him when his husband wasn’t watching.