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Doyoung moved forward on his knees to the edge of the bed.
Naturally, the distance between them closed, bringing Beom Sinje’s arousal clearly into view.
Without hesitation, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around it.
“Haa… Hyung.”
Beom Sinje called out to him with a sigh.
“…You’re driving me crazy.”
His voice came out in a muttered groan, as if he was barely holding himself back.
A large hand reached out, ruffling Doyoung’s hair.
Then, without warning, it shifted to cup his swollen lips.
As Doyoung continued to stroke him, Beom Sinje’s thick thumb pushed past his lips.
The digit slid over his lower teeth, pressing down against the tongue.
The unfamiliar sensation made Doyoung pause for a brief moment.
“Faster, Hyung. Do it faster.”
But Beom Sinje immediately denied him, giving his own demand instead.
Doyoung moved in response.
Even from sight alone, he had thought its size was intimidating—but feeling its weight in his grip was something else entirely.
“…Hyung, yours too.”
As his tongue was teased, Beom Sinje murmured something in an affectionate tone.
At first, Doyoung didn’t understand what he meant.
But before he could process it, a hand wrapped around his own length.
“Ah….”
With Beom Sinje’s fingers still inside his mouth, the moan that escaped was muffled.
But there was no time to focus on that.
All his attention was stolen away by the warmth pressing against him—the way Beom Sinje’s other hand held his erection close.
Their lengths rubbed together, their lower bodies pressing into each other.
Even as the thumb inside his mouth moved, that sensation alone sent waves of pleasure coursing through him.
“Ah… Nn… Mm….”
All it took was the friction between them, and heat slowly built up inside him.
At some point, the fingers left his mouth.
But before he could register it, they were already trailing down—spreading him open, pushing into the tight space between.
And yet, he barely noticed.
The overwhelming pleasure from the hand gripping his arousal made him forget—no, he thought he did, until the fingers began to roll and press inside, teasing the inner walls as they pushed deeper.
Pleasure bloomed rapidly as both his front and back were stimulated at the same time.
“Ah… Ah! Hnn… Shin, Sinje… Beom Sinje….”
Whether it was because of his pleading tone or something else, Beom Sinje suddenly covered his lips with his own.
His teeth bit down, sucking hungrily, and his tongue pushed in with force.
It was all just heat and desire.
The lewd sounds spilling from Doyoung’s lips, the wet noises between them—it only served to raise the temperature between them even more.
Thud.
Before he knew it, his body was pushed back.
His legs spread apart, exposing his glistening arousal completely.
At the tip of his length, precum was already leaking steadily.
The way he had been left on the edge, just moments from climax, made him ache with frustration.
“…I get it.”
Beom Sinje’s reply carried a hint of amusement—Doyoung was sure he wasn’t imagining it.
And the proof came quickly—Beom Sinje climbed onto the bed, grabbing hold of his hips.
One of his legs was lifted onto those broad thighs.
Doyoung barely had time to blink before he felt it—the thick length in Beom Sinje’s hand pressing between his spread cheeks.
“Shall we continue?”
It was a warning. An announcement.
The blunt tip pushed inside.
Doyoung’s head tipped back.
“Haaah…!”
The sensation of being filled, stretched to his very limit, was overwhelming.
Even as Beom Sinje teased and kissed his flushed face, he continued to push in, slowly burying himself to the hilt.
“I’m going to move now.”
And once he had fully entered, he declared it.
“Ah! Ah, ah! Hnn, ha!”
From the very first thrust, Doyoung’s voice broke into gasping moans.
The force behind each movement left him trembling, his body filled with wave after wave of pleasure.
“Do you like it, Hyung?”
Beom Sinje asked, as if he needed to hear it—like he wanted to confirm that Doyoung was craving him just as much.
His lips parted helplessly, spilling out every unrestrained sound.
And yet, there was still something more he wanted.
The relentless pressure against his most sensitive spot sent shudders through his body.
“Haa… Ah. Y-yeah… I… I like it….”
Finally, he gave the answer Beom Sinje was waiting for.
The pleasure only intensified, climbing higher and higher.
His body instinctively rocked back, chasing after the climax that felt so agonizingly close.
“Ah, more… Harder….”
He was desperate now, needing more—needing everything Beom Sinje could give him.
And his lover never failed to grant what he desired.
“Ahhh…!”
Doyoung felt it—deep inside, filling him completely, the heat of Beom Sinje’s release spilling into him.
His body trembled violently, overwhelmed by the sensation.
Tears slipped down his cheeks, unchecked.
Beom Sinje, still pressing kisses against his lips, noticed the glistening droplets.
He reached out, tongue tracing the wet trails across his face, tasting the warmth of them.
That sensation alone sent another shudder through Doyoung.
The way Beom Sinje’s tongue moved over his damp skin, lapping up every tear—it was intoxicating.
“…Can we go again?”
As if one round had ever been enough.
Doyoung already knew the answer.
But what did it matter?
Time was the only thing they had in abundance.
Instead of replying, he draped his arms around Beom Sinje’s shoulders.
Their lips met again, tongues tangling as they shared each other’s breath.
And so, the night continued.
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Before he knew it, the sky had been painted in shades of red.
It wasn’t night—the morning sun was rising, proudly announcing its presence.
Beom Sinje gazed out the window in silence.
He watched as the quiet dawn crept in, brushing against the tips of his toes, his ankles, his knees—tracing over the thighs that had touched Doyoung, the place that had satisfied him.
Slowly, the warmth moved past his waist, his navel, and up to his abdomen, leaving a faint blush in its wake.
Then, he suddenly turned around.
The same scenery stretched across the bed as well.
There, his lover lay sound asleep, breathing steadily, still lost in deep slumber.
A wave of indescribable satisfaction swelled within him.
No—this feeling was too immense to bear alone.
His feet, once still, took a step forward.
His destination was beside his sleeping lover.
Just as he was about to lie down next to him, those closed eyes fluttered open.
“Why are you up so early?”
A soft voice, warm arms wrapping around him with endless tenderness.
Beom Sinje let out a long, slow breath.
Then, he held in his arms the one person no one could ever deny was his.
As he was about to close his eyes, Doyoung whispered,
“Let’s sleep a little longer. Then we’ll have breakfast and spend the day together—just the two of us. That’s my plan for today.”
“That sounds perfect.”
How was it that Doyoung always managed to anchor him so firmly?
The overwhelming sense of fulfillment, which he thought he could never handle, surged within him once more.
As he let his eyes fall shut, he could hear the steady rhythm of his lover’s heartbeat—the sound of someone who would never leave his side.
Truly, it was a perfect day.
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