Meanwhile, Wonho’s free hand groped and pinched the other nipple, rolling it between his fingers until Haebom’s hips jerked.
Not that he could move much—Wonho had him pinned.
Trapped beneath him, Haebom’s cock—hard and flushed—rubbed against the rough fabric of Wonho’s uniform.
The friction, the pressure—he was going to come just from this.
He’d done it before, but the embarrassment now was overwhelming.
“W-Wait…! W-Wonho… Ah…!”
The moment he gasped Wonho’s name, sharp pleasure-pain shot through his chest.
Not quite biting, but enough to make him squirm.
Worse, the combined sensation of his cock grinding against the uniform pushed him over the edge.
Wonho smirked as he felt the dampness seep into the fabric.
“Coming just from a little bite? Yeah, this is definitely Yoon Haebom’s body. Don’t even need to check further.”
“…Shut up. It’s your fault.”
A string of saliva stretched between their lips before snapping.
Wonho’s playful grin didn’t hide the heat in his eyes.
The guiding energy simmering under his skin had already begun restoring the color to his hair—bleached white from six months of suppression.
But right now, guiding was the last thing on his mind.
Sure, his body craved it after being starved for so long, but touching Haebom, tasting him—that came first.
Only like this could he believe Haebom was really here.
Not that he wasn’t going to fuck him.
He’d take his time first—squeezing, biting, sucking—before filling Haebom up completely.
“Ah…! W-Won—ah…!”
Wonho’s mouth left his chest, trailing down his stomach before swallowing Haebom’s cock in one slow motion.
Even though he’d just come, he was still hard, swollen in Wonho’s mouth.
The bitter taste of him, mixed with his scent—Wonho loved it.
For six months, he’d barely eaten, his senses sharpened to a razor’s edge.
And now, the first thing he willingly tasted was Haebom.
Perfect.
“I-I just came…! Hah…!”
“That’s why I’m sucking you. Your cum smells strong—haven’t been doing this, have you?”
“Ah…! D-Don’t…! Hng…!”
Wonho was right.
Haebom hadn’t felt a shred of desire the entire time they were apart.
Every thought had been consumed by how to get back to him—he hadn’t even considered touching himself.
And Wonho had been the same.
But now, the heat he’d suppressed for months surged back in an instant.
He wanted to touch, kiss, hold, suck, fuck—
And he would.
Wonho’s mouth worked over Haebom’s cock, tongue pressing in tight, rhythmic strokes while his fingers traced each rib like he was shaping clay.
The sticky, deliberate touches made Haebom’s whole body tingle.
Even after coming once, the stimulation—especially with Wonho sucking him like this—had him close again.
But Haebom gritted his teeth, holding back.
If he came too fast, Wonho would tease him mercilessly.
But the suction was relentless, like his mouth was a vacuum sealed around Haebom’s cock.
His toes curled, his fists clenched—but the pleasure building in his gut was too much.
“Hah…! I’m g-gonna…! Ah…! W-Wonho…!”
“Come.”
“Hng…!”
One word, and Haebom’s body convulsed.
Indescribable pleasure wracked him—how could just a blowjob feel this good?
Wonho shuddered too, dizzy from the rush of guiding energy pouring off Haebom’s climax.
The more he took in, the more his own power thrashed wildly, demanding more.
“Hah… nn…”
Spent from coming twice, Haebom lay boneless, catching his breath.
As the aftershocks faded, he blinked his eyes open—then froze.
“…W-What are you doing?”
Coming in Wonho’s mouth was embarrassing, but it wasn’t the first time.
But now, Wonho spat the cum into his palm, slicking his fingers with it.
His voice was casual.
“The lube at home expired. Going in dry’ll hurt. Unless you want me to suck you there too?”
“N-No…! J-Just…! If you suck me again, I might pass out…”
Haebom quickly shook his head at Wonho’s casual remark.
If Wonho really started fingering him right away, he’d lose his mind—not that he wasn’t already on the verge of losing it.
With the newfound knowledge that even lube had an expiration date, Haebom worried Wonho might skip the prep entirely.
So he spread his legs himself, pulling Wonho’s hand—still slick with his own cum—between his cheeks.
His hole was already tight to begin with, and after going so long without being touched, it had clenched shut, the wrinkled entrance drawn taut.
The blunt tip of Wonho’s finger pressed against it, and Haebom let out a soft, involuntary moan.
Just that slight contact was overwhelmingly lewd.
“I’m putting it in. Relax.”
“Mmm—”
The moment Haebom responded, Wonho spread him open and pushed his finger inside.
Haebom tried to relax, but his body tensed on its own, making him feel every knuckle as it stretched past the tight ring of muscle.
Wonho gritted his teeth at the scorching, slick heat enveloping his finger—so intense it felt like it might melt.
He wanted to shove his cock in right then and there instead.
The only reason he hadn’t stripped when Haebom told him to was because he knew he’d immediately plunge his throbbing length into that small, tight hole.
He still remembered Haebom’s body well—petite, delicate.
After so long, he needed to take his time loosening him up.
Sure, the time they’d spent apart wasn’t equal, but it had still been a while.
As Wonho worked his finger in and out, the pinkish entrance gradually flushed darker, like a crimson flower blooming.
“Ngh…!”
“Does it hurt?”
“N-No…! Ah—!”
With each added finger, Haebom’s breathing grew rougher.
Wonho moved urgently but kept checking on him, though he had no intention of stopping even if Haebom said it hurt.
He’d just be more careful.
Watching that tight hole struggle to take his fingers, clenching and sucking them in, made his cock throb unbearably.
As one hand worked Haebom open, the other undid his belt.
“Hah…!”
When Wonho suddenly pulled his fingers out, dragging against his sensitive walls, Haebom shuddered violently.
Just that fleeting friction sent a scorching heat through him, forcing out a sharp gasp.
The sight of Haebom’s chest rising and falling with each breath only fueled Wonho’s arousal further.
Swallowing hard, Wonho lined his cock up against Haebom’s twitching entrance, still gaping slightly from the sudden emptiness.
“Fuck… Haebom, just pressing against you like this—I feel like I’m gonna melt.”
“Ah—! Just… put it in already…!”
Wonho teased, rubbing the head against his hole without pushing in, until Haebom finally bit his lip and snapped.
He wasn’t the only one worked up—Haebom was just as eager to be connected with the person he loved after so long.
At his words, Wonho let out a low growl, his restraint snapping as he shoved his swollen cock inside.
“Tch… So tight.”
No matter how much he prepped him, Haebom’s hole was always impossibly snug.
Back when they did this almost daily, he’d adjusted better, but now, after so long, his walls clamped down like they were refusing entry.
The suffocating tightness reminded Wonho of their first time.
“Hah… Ngh…! It hurts—why the hell is it so big…?”
Haebom’s strained panting nearly shattered Wonho’s control.
Leaning down, he kissed the tears welling in Haebom’s reddened eyes.
No matter how long they were together, Haebom’s eyes never stayed dry in bed.
But if he was crying because he felt too much—because they were one—then Wonho didn’t mind.
No, more than that, it turned him on.
“Ah—! D-Don’t get harder, you bastard…! Why’d you lose weight everywhere but here…?”
“Hah… Yoon Haebom, you upset my cock’s not smaller? Isn’t it good? Your hole’s sucking me in like it loves it.”
“Shut up…!”
😂 “why’d you lose weight everywhere but here” had me rolling