Finding it difficult to force down any more food, he looked away from the dishes and let his gaze drift across the room before ultimately landing squarely on Yoon Seoho.
Pleased that the boy had actively sought out his gaze first, Yoon Seoho decided that he would have to gift him a fitting piece of jewelry in the near future.
“Shall we go get you washed up then?”
Yoon Seoho’s gaze turned heavy and covert.
When he had first brought Seo Yuan here yesterday, he had personally washed him from head to toe, thoroughly examining every inch of his naked frame.
The bare body had turned out to be far more exquisite than he had anticipated.
Once he had utilized a high-grade recovery potion to completely heal the boy’s wound-covered skin, a flawless physical vessel had been laid completely bare.
With porcelain skin, soft flesh, a perfectly balanced physique, and a face that was the absolute pinnacle of beauty, the boy was entirely without blemish.
Staring at Seo Yuan as the boy offered a compliant nod, Yoon Seoho reached out and lightly traced the beauty mark situated directly beneath his eye.
While some might view it as a slight imperfection on an otherwise flawless face, to Yoon Seoho’s eyes, it felt intensely sultry.
“……Why?”
“Just because you’re so pretty, Yuan.”
Offering a playful smile at the question, Yoon Seoho led him toward the bathroom.
Holding the boy’s slender hand, they arrived inside, and Yoon Seoho naturally proceeded to slide the pajamas off Seo Yuan’s frame.
Though Seo Yuan blinked blankly for a moment before displaying a flash of sheer panic upon realizing he was completely naked, Yoon Seoho didn’t stop.
He gently guided Seo Yuan into the massive bathtub, which had already been filled with warm water.
The sight of that pale, pristine body submerged beneath the crystal-clear water was intensely stimulating.
Yoon Seoho’s breathing grew heavy, though he took care to keep it masked.
Looking up at him, Seo Yuan tilted his head in confusion.
“Hyung. Are you sick?”
“No. Why do you ask?”
“Your face looks a bit red.”
“……Mine is?”
“Yeah.”
At the unexpected observation, Yoon Seoho shifted his gaze to the large mirror mounting one side of the wall.
Exactly as Seo Yuan had pointed out, he could see a faint, undeniable flush spreading across his own cheeks.
Yoon Seoho stared at the reflection with a profound sense of novelty.
His own facial expression felt entirely foreign and unfamiliar to him.
He had never made such a dazed, uncharacteristic face in his entire life, and a part of him found the sight somewhat ridiculous.
Yet, it was equally amusing that he didn’t find the feeling unpleasant at all.
“Hyung.”
Turning his head at the soft call, Yoon Seoho looked back down at Seo Yuan, only to find the youth wearing an intensely awkward, self-conscious expression.
“Um… aren’t you going to go out?”
“Why? Are you embarrassed?”
As the flush on Seo Yuan’s face deepened into a vivid crimson, the corners of Yoon Seoho’s mouth curled upward.
“No. It’s not that…….”
Though Seo Yuan desperately tried to deny it, his lie was glaringly transparent to Yoon Seoho’s eyes.
It was completely adorable how he tried to spin such a flimsy lie when his sheer embarrassment was written entirely across his face.
“Then there’s no reason for me to leave. Right?”
“……Uh? Yeah.”
Seo Yuan answered purely out of reflex before his eyes widened in panic, his lips parting in dismay as he realized what he had just agreed to.
Yoon Seoho found the reaction utterly endearing but kept his expression perfectly smooth.
Pretending to be entirely oblivious, he dug his heels in and refused to leave the room.
In truth, he had never intended to step a single foot outside from the very beginning.
Rolling up his sleeves, Yoon Seoho reached down into the water, his hands mapping the sleek, wet contours of the boy’s frame.
Rubbing the youth’s shoulders with an intentional, lingering touch, he squeezed a generous amount of body wash into his palms.
Eschewing a washcloth, he worked up a thick lather with his bare hands and began to slide his palms directly over the smooth, pale skin.
“Hyung, wait—ah.”
Startled by the friction of bare skin against bare skin, Seo Yuan instinctively reached out to push Yoon Seoho’s hands away, but his entire body flinched violently.
Yoon Seoho’s fingertips had just brushed explicitly over his pink nipples.
Maintaining an undercurrent of slow, deliberate friction, Yoon Seoho toyed with the sensitive flesh around the nipples, his gaze locked tenaciously onto Seo Yuan’s face.
Watching the youth helplessly register the stimulation brought him a wave of profound satisfaction.
Suppressing the urge to smile, Yoon Seoho let his hands slide further down. He bypassed the concave curve of the boy’s belly button, smoothing the rich foam along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.
“Hold on, Hyung. Not there…….”
“Hmm? Is there a problem?”
As Yoon Seoho questioned him with feigned innocence, Seo Yuan bit his lower lip.
Seeing that deeply conflicted, troubled expression only stoked Yoon Seoho’s desire to tease him further.
It was a universal truth that when something was incredibly cute, it only made a predator want to torment it more.
Stepping directly into the massive bathtub, Yoon Seoho used his frame to pin Seo Yuan squarely against the tiled wall.
Trapped entirely between the hard wall and Yoon Seoho’s solid chest, Seo Yuan let out a ragged, uneven breath.
“Ngh.”
The moment Yoon Seoho gripped one side of the boy’s hip and forcefully pressed his lower body forward, a sharp gasp tore from Seo Yuan’s throat.
Yoon Seoho’s heavily engorged, rigid groin pressed ruthlessly against Seo Yuan’s inner thigh.
With the damp tips of his hair clinging to his forehead, Seo Yuan lifted his head to stare directly at Yoon Seoho.
His watery, trembling pupils made it glaringly obvious that he had been completely shaken by the sudden, heavy contact.
‘Ah.’ To think he could be this incredibly pure.
Yoon Seoho was flooded with an indescribable rush of dark satisfaction.
Watching the boy react as though he had never experienced a single touch like this in his entire life sent a violent jolt of arousal straight through him.
His naturally violent, possessive instincts threatened to shatter his gentle facade and burst to the surface at any second.
An overwhelming urge to ruthlessly bite, taste, and tear into that pristine white flesh kept clawing at his brain.
Yoon Seoho’s pupils gleamed with a sinister, predatory light.
“Yuan. You need to spread your legs a bit wider.”
Leaning his head down, Yoon Seoho breathed the low, commanding whisper directly into the youth’s ear.
Seo Yuan stared up at him with a thoroughly panicked expression, but Yoon Seoho remained completely unyielding.
“Hurry.”
Though his tone remained deceptive and soft, his posture was entirely coercive.
Curling the corners of his mouth into a sharp smile, Yoon Seoho utilized a freezing, authoritative gaze to crush any remaining resistance.
After a ragged exhale, Seo Yuan slowly, hesitantly parted his legs.
His eyes curving with dark satisfaction, Yoon Seoho drove his own leg straight between the boy’s open thighs.
Then, applying a deliberate, crushing downward weight, he flattened his entire body flush against the youth.
Seo Yuan’s own anatomy was pinned mercilessly beneath the heavy, solid muscle of Yoon Seoho’s thigh.
A sharp, breathless whimper leaked past Seo Yuan’s lips.
