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Wonho had been teasing Haebom, sinking his teeth into the flushed tip of his shoulder when Haebom suddenly fought back, making him chuckle in disbelief.
In response, he pushed his hips forward even harder.
“Ah…! W-Why, whyyy…!”
“It’s because you’re being dumb. So, since the not-so-dumb Yoon Haebom should relax a little down there. Even if you want it, hold back a bit.”
“I don’t want it…!”
Haebom clenched his eyes shut and shook his head furiously.
Wonho felt a dizzying pleasure as the tight, soft walls wrapped snugly around him, yet amidst it all, he couldn’t help but find Haebom’s reaction adorable.
The sight of those plump cheeks peeking out as he shook his head filled him with the urge to bite them—hard enough to leave a clear mark.
Haebom tried his best to relax between his hips as much as he could.
But with the thick flesh forcing its way in and stretching him open, letting go was impossible.
‘How the hell am I supposed to relax?’
He screamed inside his head, tears streaming down as he sobbed uncontrollably.
“Fuck… Yoon Haebom, are you crying?”
Wonho, who had been staring intently at Haebom’s soft cheeks as if he could bore holes into them, was startled when he noticed Haebom sniffling.
Of course, even then, he couldn’t stop the slow, deliberate movement of his hips.
Now that he had fully experienced the soft, yielding warmth inside, stopping felt nearly impossible.
To be honest, he could stop if he really tried, but his desire refused to let him.
“Hngh… I don’t like this….”
“What is it that you don’t like? Does it hurt? Fuck, I told you to say something if it hurts. Yoon Haebom, lift your head.”
Wonho braced himself against the bed with one hand while using the other to lift Haebom’s chin.
His face, pressed into the sheets, was flushed a deep red—a sight to behold.
Of course, those tear-streaked cheeks were maddeningly beautiful.
Maybe his tastes were completely fucked up.
After all, how else could he find it beautiful when Haebom was sobbing, tears and snot running down his face?
“…I don’t like this position….”
At first, Haebom thought it was less humiliating not having to see Wonho’s face.
Of course, just being in this position, with his hips raised like this, was mortifying—enough to make his face burn.
But he could endure it, at least until Wonho’s fingers started working their way inside him.
No, rather, the slow, deliberate way those fingers moved, slick and teasing as they stretched him open, actually felt good.
But the moment Wonho positioned himself properly behind him and replaced his fingers with something else, this position became unbearable.
He knew it was Wonho behind him.
The low moans, the words telling him to relax—it was all unmistakably Wonho.
He could even feel Wonho’s presence, his energy, the way it resonated through him.
There was no way it could be anyone else.
This was the home he shared with Wonho, just the two of them.
There was no one else here.
And yet… something felt off.
It was Wonho.
He knew it was.
And yet, somehow, it didn’t feel like him.
When Haebom finally choked out the words between sniffles, Wonho’s expression went blank.
Even as he moved inside him, even as he watched Haebom’s tear-streaked face, his body stilled completely.
That was how much of a shock it was.
“…Fuck.”
Haebom’s body trembled at the sudden sensation.
He could clearly feel Wonho filling a place he shouldn’t be entering.
There was no way he wouldn’t notice.
How could he possibly be unaware of something this overwhelming?
But then, deep inside, it suddenly grew even hotter.
A strange, swelling sensation surged within him, and he let out a small, choked moan.
Wonho, gritting his teeth to hold back a curse, pulled Haebom tightly against him from behind.
It was a sensation Haebom had never felt before, but somehow, he instinctively knew what it was.
“This is because of you, Yoon Haebom.”
“…What? W-Wait…! Don’t move—ah…!”
Wonho muttered in a low voice, almost grumbling, right by Haebom’s ear as he pulled him close and arched his back slightly.
As Wonho withdrew, Haebom could feel the warmth that had filled him slowly trickling out along the same path.
The raw sensation of it all was enough to drive him crazy.
But Wonho neither moved nor let him go.
“Stay still. Didn’t you say you hated this position?”
With a strange, wet sound, he felt it slip out of him completely.
His entire focus was on the lingering sensation between his legs, making it hard to grasp what Wonho was saying right away.
Haebom let out a dumbfounded “Huh?” without thinking, but Wonho didn’t seem to mind.
After pulling out completely, Wonho moved away from Haebom’s body.
Then, settling down on the bed, he grabbed Haebom by the waist and pulled him onto his lap, positioning him over his thighs while Haebom remained in that vulnerable posture.
Haebom, who suddenly found himself face-to-face with Wonho, felt his face flush a deep red.
But making eye contact with Wonho wasn’t the real problem.
Unlike earlier, gravity was now taking effect, causing the semen to trickle down along his inner walls and drip downward.
So that meant that Wonho’s release, buried deep inside Haebom, was now trickling down his inner walls, sliding down onto Wonho’s thigh in a warm, sticky trail.
Lowering his gaze, Haebom caught sight of the cloudy liquid clinging messily to Wonho’s firm thigh—and immediately squeezed his eyes shut.
‘I just want to explode on the spot…!’
It felt like he could actually die from the sheer humiliation and embarrassment.
With his eyes squeezed shut, Haebom barely had time to process it before Wonho bit down hard on his lower lip, as if displeased.
“Ah…! That hurts…! I’m not a damn puppy, so why do you keep biting me, you mutt?!”
He wanted to curse, but the words wouldn’t come out.
After all, it wasn’t like Wonho had done anything bad enough to deserve that…
It hadn’t been forceful, but just moments ago, he had still been thrusting inside him, indulging in his own desire.
And yet, there wasn’t a trace of resentment on Haebom’s face.
“Then just call me a son of a bitch. Woof woof—so can I bite now? Yoon Haebom, lift your hips.”
“Agh, stop biting already…! And why my hips… ngh, it’s touching…!”
Wonho told Haebom to lift his hips, but in the end, he simply took hold of Haebom’s waist and lifted them himself.
Pressing in close, he positioned himself between the parted cheeks.
He was sure he had finished earlier, yet he couldn’t understand why his size hadn’t gone down in the slightest.
Of course, his own was already standing at full attention, but that didn’t matter much to Haebom.
“…Haa…!”
But there was no time to complain.
Before he could even question why Wonho was still hard, his entrance was pried open, and the length pushed back in.
His hands had already loosened him up, and since Wonho had been inside once before, it was much easier this time.
But that didn’t mean it was easy—just better than the first.
“Relax…”
“Haa, ngh… H-how am I supposed to… ah…! I c-can’t… you idiot, haa…!”
Haebom wanted to argue back, to throw his own words at him, but this was all he could manage to say.
Instead of pulling away from Wonho, Haebom reached out and wrapped his arms around Wonho’s head.
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