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As he pressed for a response, Wonho slipped his hand inside Haebom’s clothes—straight to his nipple.
The small, perky bud hardened against his fingers, making Wonho smirk.
If Haebom wasn’t the only one getting worked up, then that was even better.
The unfamiliar sensation sent chills down Haebom’s spine, but when asked if he hated it… he couldn’t say that he did.
That was the problem.
“If you don’t answer, I’ll keep going.”
But he couldn’t say he liked it either.
He had no idea why he wasn’t resisting.
Haebom clamped his lips shut, making Wonho twitch his brows slightly.
Honestly, after everything he had done already, he couldn’t exactly blame Haebom if he said he hated it.
If Haebom rejected him, his own situation would be extremely difficult, but he wasn’t planning on doing anything against his will.
Yet Haebom didn’t say he hated it. He didn’t say he liked it either.
Wonho wasn’t entirely satisfied, but at least it was better than hearing a rejection.
Without hesitation, he stripped off Haebom’s clothes in one swift motion, leaving him in nothing but his underwear.
Haebom blinked up at him, eyes wide.
“Yoon Haebom, don’t overthink things. Just remember one thing—I’ll stop guiding at a certain point. I’ll tell you when, but if I’m not in my right mind, you need to stop me. Got it?”
“…Mmh…”
Faced with Wonho’s firm gaze, Haebom eventually mumbled a weak response.
Wonho smirked and captured his lips again, deepening the kiss as he intertwined their tongues, savoring Haebom’s sweet taste.
His hand traced along Haebom’s slender shoulders and arms, marveling at the softness of his skin.
It didn’t even make sense—how could another man’s body feel so smooth and delicate?
Haebom had missed the chance to close his eyes, so he could only stare at Wonho as he stole his lips.
‘This is strange… I can’t look away…’
He felt like if this continued, he’d end up surrendering everything—his body, his mind, even his soul.
Overcome by a feeling he couldn’t quite describe, Haebom finally shut his eyes tight.
“Ah, hnn…! In this position…! Haa…!”
Haebom wanted to grab himself by the collar and shake himself senseless for not telling Wonho “no” earlier.
But right now, that wasn’t even possible—because he was completely stripped down to his underwear, or rather, beyond that, leaving nothing to grab onto.
Not that it mattered.
That wasn’t the real issue here.
The real problem was the position he was in.
Naked, he was sprawled out on Wonho’s massive bed, his hips raised high in the air, completely exposed.
If there was any silver lining at all, it was that his face was buried in the sheets—at least he didn’t have to see Wonho’s expression.
But what made his shame burn from the tips of his toes to the top of his head was the fact that Wonho wasn’t even looking at his face.
No, his attention was fixated somewhere else—right between his spread cheeks.
And as if that wasn’t humiliating enough, he wasn’t just looking.
Not just looking—though, even that alone would’ve been enough to make Haebom want to crawl into a hole and die.
No, the real problem was that Wonho’s fingers were moving, slipping in and out, stretching him wider.
“This position is supposed to make it easier. Does it hurt?”
“It’s not that it hurts… it just feels… weird—ahhn…!”
A strained moan escaped unconsciously. It wasn’t painful—after all, this wasn’t the first time.
But that only meant Wonho was putting in an incredible amount of effort.
Still, using what was once an exit as an entrance… it would be stranger if it didn’t feel odd.
What made it even more overwhelming was the way that spot was pressed every time Wonho moved his fingers.
“Ah…!”
As Wonho’s fingers brushed against a certain spot, Haebom’s body jolted.
Wonho pressed further, slipping in another finger as he targeted that sensitive place.
He wasn’t sure how long he had been working Haebom open, but before he knew it, the entrance had loosened enough to take in even his pinky—now engulfing four of his fingers.
It might not seem that way to him, but it was insanely erotic.
From all the rubbing and pressing, that pink hole had turned a deep shade of red.
I’d seen it before, but this was the first time I was looking at it so closely and obsessively—my dick was seriously hurting.
“J-Just put it in already… huh? Wonho…!”
Haebom felt another climax building and shook his head wildly.
Even the soft sheets grazing his face felt abrasive, but that wasn’t what mattered.
If he came again, it would be the third time already.
The sheets beneath his stomach were visibly drenched, but Haebom refused to look. It was too humiliating.
In the end, he pleaded with Wonho.
“No… I’ll stretch a little more, so just hold on. You said it didn’t hurt.”
Wonho’s voice was thick with passion, yet his tone remained firm.
To be honest, if anyone here wanted to be the first to push inside Haebom’s entrance, it was him.
There were only the two of them, but that didn’t change anything.
He couldn’t fail this time.
So he loosened Haebom up until his hole was slick and pliant.
Among the things he had learned, there was also a way to use his mouth—but he decided to hold off on that, thinking Haebom might panic.
Thrust…!
“…Ah…! I came again… Hhng…!”
With the overwhelming force of fingers thrust in all the way to the base, Haebom couldn’t hold back and ended up climaxing.
He could feel his own length twitching, spurting out in weak pulses.
A surge of frustration and shame welled up inside him, making his voice tremble as he tried to speak—but that wasn’t what mattered.
What truly mattered was that Wonho hadn’t come even once, while he had already reached his peak three times.
His body went completely limp from the release.
Wonho, too, had reached the limits of his endurance.
“Hngh…!”
As the fingers that had been filling him up slipped out, Haebom shuddered once more.
His lower abdomen felt strange.
His body didn’t feel like his own, and tears welled up, spilling over in an instant.
“Fuck… Haebom, I’m putting it in now. If you can’t take it—shit, even if you can’t, just hold on a little longer.”
“…Huh? Haa…! Ah…!”
In that moment, a powerful pressure forced Haebom’s mouth open.
Saliva trickled out, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
The sheer thickness of the flesh pressing in—several times larger than a finger—created an overwhelming sense of fullness.
Unlike fingers, it was scorching hot, sending tremors through his body.
The only relief was that it wasn’t as painful as the last time.
That was probably because Wonho had done his best to prepare him, loosening him as much as possible.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel the way the thick length was spreading him open.
“Hngh… ngh…!”
Once his lips parted, they refused to close under the pressure.
His mouth hung open, soft moans spilling out along with saliva.
His hands and feet trembled violently.
He could feel something thick and scorching hot pushing deeper inside.
“Kh… Yoon Haebom… loosen up a little… haah, if you don’t, it’s gonna get cut off.”
Wonho’s words made Haebom bristle with frustration.
Though, of course, only inwardly…
He wanted to retort, but the overwhelming pressure made it impossible to form even a single word properly.
If he could, he would’ve told Wonho to try loosening up himself.
But his thoughts never had the chance to fully come together.
“Ah…!”
Wonho leaned in closer toward Haebom’s body, making the sensation of flesh pressing inward even more pronounced.
Haebom clenched the sheets so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his body trembling uncontrollably.
But Wonho could tell—Haebom wasn’t just in pain.
If he had only felt pain, the guiding energy would have been cut off.
The fact that it hadn’t was proof enough.
Of course, it wasn’t as intense or thick as the energy released during moments of pure pleasure, but it was still more than enough.
“D-Don’t bite, you idiot…!”
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