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“Me? The protagonist?”
“Obviously. You’re the center of this world.”
The way Beom Sinje looked at him was unwavering, making his heart tremble.
This was truly inevitable.
How could anyone not fall for someone like this?
“Can I kiss you?”
“Why are you even asking?”
Doyoung looked up at him, amused. His eyes curved into a soft smile—so captivating that Beom Sinje couldn’t look away.
Without hesitation, he leaned in.
His lips brushed against the bridge of Doyoung’s nose, breathing in his soft, pleasant scent.
Moving lower, he nibbled gently on his cheek.
“What are you doing?”
A laugh-laced scolding came, but there was no real protest.
In truth, even this kind of touch felt surprisingly nice.
His lips, which had grazed his cheekbone, hovered around the corners of his mouth before finally pressing down softly.
Doyoung closed his eyes as he felt Beom Sinje’s breath and warmth.
Chup. Chup. Chup.
Each time their lips met and parted, a tingling sound filled the space.
Beom Sinje pulled back briefly, then traced Doyoung’s thin eyelid with his thumb.
He watched the slight sheen of moisture before pressing his tongue against it.
A faint sweetness lingered, awakening his appetite.
The desire for something deeper, more explicit, began to rise.
“Ah….”
As he pushed his tongue through the slightly parted lips, he teased the warm, pliant flesh inside.
Doyoung tilted his head slightly, and as he became more responsive, Beom Sinje’s movements grew bolder.
Every spot his tongue touched sent shivers down his spine—his teeth, gums, the roof of his mouth, even the base of his tongue.
The heat spread through his entire body, making even his fingertips tingle.
Unconsciously, Doyoung’s tongue coiled around the invading one, and soon they were tangled together, rubbing and pressing against each other.
“Mmh….”
A dazed moan slipped out as his body shifted restlessly.
Trying to kiss someone while sitting beside them wasn’t exactly comfortable.
“Hold on, hyung.”
Beom Sinje must have noticed.
He half-rose from his seat and effortlessly lifted Doyoung, settling him onto his lap.
Doyoung’s brows twitched in mild annoyance.
“Seriously? I’m not a kid, you know.”
Of course, it was a little late to complain about it now—this wasn’t the first time Beom Sinje had held him like this.
And so, before he could say anything more, Doyoung leaned in first, pressing their lips together.
As their bodies drew closer, so did their lower halves.
That was when he became acutely aware of something firm pressing against him.
He instantly knew what it was.
He hesitated, but Beom Sinje nipped at his lower lip as if urging him to continue.
A contradictory sensation of sharpness and numbness shot through him, making his eyelids flutter.
He had no choice but to focus on the kiss again.
“Mmh… Ngh… Mmm….”
There was no room for any other thoughts.
Truthfully, it was because he liked the feeling of Beom Sinje’s tongue exploring his mouth.
Their movements became bolder, more fervent.
Every sound, every touch transformed into pure arousal.
Before he knew it, Beom Sinje’s fingers had slipped under his shirt, caressing the area near his shoulder blades.
Doyoung, too, trailed his hands over Beom Sinje’s arms, smoothing over his waist before grazing the firm muscles of his inner thigh.
It was a pleasant stimulation.
Only after meeting Beom Sinje did Doyoung realize just how intoxicating kissing could be.
And somehow, that made it feel all the more special.
After all, since coming here, he had shared many firsts with him.
Beom Sinje’s tongue plunged into his mouth once more, teasing, rubbing, tasting.
He liked this—sharing affection, mingling desire, tangling their breaths together.
But the heat coiling low in his stomach signaled that he wanted something even deeper, something more indulgent.
To make that clear, Doyoung slid his hand further up Beom Sinje’s thigh.
“Haa…”
Their lips finally parted, leaving behind only the warmth of their mingled breath and saliva.
Doyoung licked his swollen, slick lips and lowered his gaze to where his hand rested.
Even through his jeans, he could feel how hard Beom Sinje was.
If he were to undo the zipper now, he was certain it would spring free immediately.
His mouth went dry.
Beom Sinje also looked down at Doyoung’s hand pressing against him.
His eyes crinkled in amusement.
“Shall we move to the bed?”
Doyoung’s gaze shot up to meet his. His pupils, tinged with a faint red glow, held a certain captivating allure.
The sight was so mesmerizingly beautiful that Beom Sinje couldn’t help but press a kiss to the corner of his eye.
Just as he was about to pull away, he heard a response.
“Yeah.”
Without hesitation, Beom Sinje lifted him into his arms.
His strides were leisurely, but each step was wider than usual.
Doyoung propped himself up on his elbows, watching through half-lidded eyes as he was carried across the room.
Before he knew it, he was lying on the soft mattress.
Their prolonged kisses had left his lips swollen and damp, his breath unsteady.
Looking up, he saw that Beom Sinje’s lips were also glistening under the dim light.
That, too, made him feel strangely satisfied.
Even though all they had done was kiss, he knew they were feeling the exact same thing.
“Hyung.”
His name was called softly.
As their eyes met again, Beom Sinje reached out, brushing the messy strands of hair from Doyoung’s forehead. His touch was warm.
“Take your clothes off.”
The direct request made his heart pound for a moment.
It felt as if he could hear his own pulse echoing in his ears.
And yet, as if entranced, he followed the words and pulled his shirt up over his head.
He could feel Beom Sinje’s gaze fixed on him—undeniably so.
It wasn’t embarrassing.
The only thing that made him shiver was the cool air against his exposed skin.
Thud.
The discarded shirt fell to the floor.
Even in that simple motion, he could feel the weight of Beom Sinje’s intense stare.
No—he wasn’t the only one affected.
A faint intake of breath hinted that Beom Sinje was also slightly unsettled.
“…Haa. I should’ve just taken it off myself.”
The unexpected remark made Doyoung look up in silence.
Beom Sinje licked his upper lip.
The motion was effortlessly seductive, and Doyoung found himself staring.
Their gazes locked in the air once again.
“If I took it off, I wouldn’t be able to control myself. But honestly… this isn’t any easier.”
Beom Sinje furrowed his brows as if in real distress.
Then, without hesitation, he pulled off his own shirt and let his pants drop to the floor.
Just as he expected, Beom Sinje was already fully erect.
The rigid length stood tall between slightly parted legs, strained as if it were about to press against his abdomen.
“…What? Now that you see it again, does it look disgusting?”
“No.”
Disgusting?
Never.
Rather—
He like it.
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