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“Honestly… I can’t win against you.”
A sigh-like murmur followed. Then, all at once, the fingers withdrew.
“Ah…”
Even that sent a shudder through him.
A sudden emptiness settled in—only to be replaced by something much larger, much heavier pressing inside.
“Nngh…!”
Just moments ago, he had thought even moving his limbs was too difficult.
But the moment he felt himself being completely filled, his arms moved instinctively, wrapping around solid shoulders.
It was an unconscious effort to pull him even deeper inside.
Did he realize that?
Soft, approving kisses landed on his forehead, nose, cheeks, lips, and even the curve of his ear.
He barely managed a faint smile at the ticklish sensation, but the deeper thrusts below didn’t stop.
With every movement, they drew closer, until finally, they were completely joined as one.
The sound of their pounding hearts filled the space between them.
“Haa…”
Doyoung let out a long breath.
“Does it hurt?”
“No. It’s good.”
“You like it?”
“Yeah.”
So now, move properly.
Instead of saying it out loud, Doyoung tightened around him.
Beom Sinje must have understood because, the next moment, his hips pulled back before snapping forward again.
If he had known how long this would last, he might have thought twice about asking for more.
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“What was I even thinking…?”
It was only after regaining some clarity that Doyoung groaned and buried his head into the pillow.
Remembering last night, he could still feel the lingering heaviness in his lower abdomen.
Even without checking, he knew what state he was in beneath the sheets.
His body ached in ways that left no doubt.
He glanced around instinctively.
The room was bright—it must have been late morning.
So much for their plan to go for a morning walk by the riverside.
“Where did he go?”
He scanned the room again.
There were no sounds coming from the bathroom.
That meant he was alone.
“He wore me out to the point of passing out, and then he just left on his own?”
Grumbling, he glanced down at the lingering ache between his legs.
Lifting the blanket, he sighed.
As expected, he was half-hard again.
“Wait a second.”
It was then that realization hit him.
“Hah…?”
He wasn’t wearing anything.
Strictly speaking, he had passed out after being wrung dry by Beom Sinje’s relentless pace.
Meaning, his current state was entirely Beom Sinje’s doing.
The reason was obvious.
They had gone for an impulsive drive, ended up staying the night, and simply hadn’t brought a change of clothes.
Even so, couldn’t he have at least thrown a robe over him?
“That way, I wouldn’t feel so embarrassed.”
Muttering complaints, he reached down.
His hand instinctively wrapped around the hot, firm length between his legs.
“Ngh…”
A soft groan escaped as he bit his lip.
He had already climaxed plenty last night, yet somehow, his body was still craving release.
Slowly, he started moving his hand.
He stroked down from the tip, then back up from the base, taking his time.
The pleasurable sensation loosened his expression.
Just as he was about to pick up the pace—
Click.
The door suddenly opened, and Beom Sinje walked in.
Because the bed was facing the entrance, their eyes met immediately.
Beom Sinje’s brows lifted as he took in Doyoung’s flushed cheeks, bitten lips, and slightly furrowed forehead.
Doyoung squeezed his eyes shut.
His hand was already slick with arousal.
A brief silence filled the room.
Doyoung blinked.
The sticky sensation in his hand and the bitter, metallic scent lingering at the tip of his nose—this wasn’t just his imagination.
Hoping it didn’t show on his face, he rolled his tongue inside his mouth.
He had been in this situation before.
Like that time he had been poisoned after taking a direct hit from a boss monster.
Back then, it had been unavoidable.
“…Ha.”
He sighed and carefully pulled his hand away.
He could only hope Beom Sinje hadn’t noticed what had just happened under the covers.
“Where did you go?”
Feigning composure, he glanced at him.
A large shopping bag hung from Beom Sinje’s hand.
“I brought some clothes.”
Noticing Doyoung’s gaze, Beom Sinje lifted the bag slightly as he spoke.
“From where?”
“Oh, I told the hotel yesterday that I’d need some. They just got in touch a little while ago.”
Yesterday—so he had made the request while Doyoung was asleep.
‘Of course he did.’
There was no way the meticulous Beom Sinje would simply let him sleep without taking precautions.
Still, lying naked in bed after what he had just done made Doyoung feel undeniably embarrassed.
“I brought some food, too.”
“Got it. I’ll go wash up.”
His hands had dried to some extent.
A thorough rinse in the bathroom would erase all evidence.
The only issue was that Beom Sinje stood in his path.
Fortunately, he didn’t seem to suspect anything and simply nodded.
“Go ahead. I’ll set up the food.”
As Beom Sinje turned his attention to the table beside the bed, Doyoung quickly threw on a robe and stepped away.
He felt a gaze on his back but ignored it. Just as he was about to pass by—
“…Was it not enough yesterday?”
“…What?”
He should have kept pretending not to hear, but the unexpected remark made him stop in his tracks.
“You were doing it alone.”
There was no need for specifics—Doyoung understood immediately.
His ears burned red in an instant.
Seeing that, Beom Sinje struggled to suppress a smirk.
He knew that if he dared to laugh, Doyoung would truly get mad.
“You…”
Of course, even without laughing, Doyoung could tell what he was thinking.
He probably had no idea just how sharp and dangerously alluring his glare looked right now.
Instead of teasing him further, Beom Sinje leaned in and placed a light kiss on his forehead.
The warmth and smoothness of Doyoung’s skin against his lips felt pleasant.
“Go wash up.”
Doyoung nearly snapped, but escaping this situation took priority.
Without another word, he hurried into the bathroom.
As soon as the water started flowing, he stepped underneath.
“…I’m seriously losing my mind.”
The warm water helped cool him down, but a wave of deep self-reproach followed.
Why the hell hadn’t he controlled himself earlier?
It wasn’t like he’d been poisoned by a boss monster this time.
He shot a resentful glare downward.
After just a little stimulation, that thing had already feigned innocence.
But what could he do?
It had already happened.
The best course of action was to act as if nothing had.
Scrubbing at the spot where Beom Sinje’s lips had touched, Doyoung began washing his hair.
Now that it had come to this, he might as well clean himself thoroughly before stepping out.
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