"'Kisaeng?'" Mingyu repeated in question, though he had a strong suspicion from the context. He took it as a compliment regardless, could imagine nothing else from Lee Chang's lips after the promise that was made.

Settling comfortably against Lee Chang now, he stroked the other man's back in slow, soothing movements, luring and coaxing him down to lay with him. Much of Mingyu's work was to help clients relax, almost as important if not more so than the sex. He'd learned a few tricks and employed them on Lee Chang now, to steal some of all that exhaustion, that sorrow.