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Even without looking in a mirror, Suhyeon knew his face was flushed a deep crimson.
Hajin’s blue eyes, looking down at him, were clouded and thick with heat.
Every time he blinked, his dark lashes swept down and up in slow motion.
His solid chest heaved with every ragged breath he took.
Suhyeon wondered why that sharp jawline looked so particularly captivating today.
Gasping for air, Suhyeon reached up as if possessed and placed a hand on Hajin’s cheek.
That burning gaze immediately snapped toward his hand.
Suhyeon’s own eyes were likely filled with the same raw desire and heat.
With his other arm, Suhyeon slickly wound himself around Hajin’s neck.
As he pulled him down, Hajin let out a short, sharp breath—as if he had been waiting for this very moment—and reclaimed Suhyeon’s lips.
“Hngh…”
The sounds of unswallowed moans and clashing saliva leaked out between their lips.
Another fierce kiss followed.
The initial intention of guiding was now long forgotten.
Tears pooled in the corners of Suhyeon’s eyes.
His entire body was scorched; the more Hajin’s tongue entwined with his, the more his mind turned into a white void.
Between the kisses, those blue eyes sent him lingering looks, demanding his full attention and luring him into a steaming swamp.
The original goal of attempting to guide had vanished; in its place, an uncontrollable desire for the man before him began to overflow.
His reason blurred, and his thoughts became as primal and singular as a child’s.
He liked Hajin. He wanted to possess Hajin completely.
Hajin’s touch, never breaking the rhythm of their tongues, grew more insistent as it swept across Suhyeon’s neck, back, and waist.
“Mmph…”
Fire bloomed wherever his hands passed, causing Suhyeon to arch his back instinctively.
Whirrr.
It seemed they had bumped the remote while tumbling on the sofa.
The wide-open curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window began to close automatically.
The blackout curtains gradually blocked the sunlight that had been brightly illuminating the living room just moments ago.
Before long, the room grew dark, save for thin slivers of light leaking through the gaps.
It was merely the absence of light, yet for some reason—
“Ugh…!”
Hajin’s tongue became even more aggressive, as if spurred on by the sudden shadows.
The lingering heat thickened, growing more viscous.
Suhyeon struggled to take in Hajin’s tongue as he panted heavily.
Then, at some point—as if it were the natural progression of things—Hajin’s firm hand slid under the thin shirt Suhyeon was wearing.
Though he was only touching his back, the searing temperature of the skin-on-skin contact made Suhyeon flinch and shudder.
The heat began to boil.
Under the unbearable pressure, Suhyeon felt a throbbing tension below.
Human instinct suppressed his reason and clouded his vision.
Suhyeon’s fingers, carrying a dense heat, laced through Hajin’s.
His other hand began to grope Hajin’s body, imitating his movements.
Their tongues and lips, which had been frantically exploring one another, finally pulled apart, leaving a long thread of silver stretching between them.
Breathing heavily, Suhyeon and Hajin locked eyes intently while their hands continued to roam over each other’s bodies.
The blue eyes, a mess of desire and affection, stared at Suhyeon as if they might swallow him whole.
“…Ah,”
And once again, Suhyeon noticed it.
The prominent bulge in the center of Hajin’s trousers made its presence clearly known.
At that same moment, Hajin’s eyes—which had been scanning Suhyeon’s body as if to lick every inch of him—trembled slightly.
Suhyeon’s eyes, red with heat and brimming with tears, grew sharp.
He suddenly remembered how Hajin had fled the last time they were caught in the throes of instinct, right on the verge of exploding.
Suhyeon grabbed the firm arms that seemed about to lose their strength and pull away.
Hajin, still catching his breath, froze.
“You can’t… run away,” Suhyeon whispered, stumbling over his words because of his racing heart.
The heat filling his stomach clamored to be released immediately.
In the dark air, Hajin’s blue eyes burned like molten lava as he looked down.
Suhyeon didn’t look away; he met the gaze head-on.
Surely, his own eyes reflected the same desire and instinct flickering in Hajin’s.
“Suhyeon,”
“Haa, it’s… okay to do it—ungh, ah?”
Suhyeon whispered the permission to the growling Hajin.
In that instant, his vision suddenly flipped.
He flailed for a moment before realizing he was being carried in Hajin’s arms, barely managing to keep his balance.
Hajin strode up the stairs while holding him.
He kicked the bedroom door shut and pinned Suhyeon onto the bed in the blink of an eye.
A dangerous fire flickered in Hajin’s eyes.
“Did you say… it’s okay?”
Each word, uttered as if he were pulling on his last thread of patience, was drenched in sticky desire and obsession.
The thought that he might have provoked something dangerous arrived a moment too late, but Suhyeon’s body was already just as inflamed.
Instead of answering, Suhyeon pulled Hajin into an embrace and kissed him.
The tongues that had clashed hundreds of times today already tangled once more, wet and insistent.
As soon as their lips parted, Hajin growled.
“I can’t hold back anymore. Suhyeon, you… huff… you chose this.”
‘I don’t care if you regret it later.’
“Hngh…!”
The moment he thought a dangerous light flashed in Hajin’s eyes, Suhyeon let out a moan.
Hajin’s lips, which had been teasing only his mouth, grazed his cheeks and forehead before biting his earlobe.
The sensation of his ear being nibbled gently sent shivers down his spine.
The firm hand that had been stroking his back and neck traveled down his stomach and up toward his chest.
“Ha, hngh…”
The fingers did not stop after grazing the sensitive peaks of his flat chest.
The thin shirt was ripped away with a sharp sound.
“Hngh…”
When Suhyeon’s body spasmed at the sudden contact of cool air against his heated skin, Hajin bit into his neck.
“Hah, ugh…!”
Everywhere Hajin’s lips touched the snow-white skin, fever blossoms bloomed.
Hajin pulled Suhyeon’s body up, holding him from behind as his hands roamed.
Solid hands cupped the flat chest, and fingers pinched the nipples like a vice.
“Ah, hngh…!”
Pleasure, incomparable to when they were merely kissing, began to spread.
Suhyeon twisted his body and threw his head back.
“You’re sensitive.”
Hajin whispered into his ear with a low chuckle.
Even that whisper became a stimulus, converted into a handful of heat.
“Hngh, ugh…”
Moaning, Suhyeon managed to turn his body around.
He clung to Hajin’s neck and crashed his lips against his.
Hajin’s tongue accepted the invitation greedily before beginning to swallow Suhyeon even more roughly.
The two men’s bodies tangled as they rolled across the bed.
Suhyeon’s hand slipped inside the shirt Hajin was wearing.
He felt the well-defined muscles.
Hajin’s body was just as hot as Suhyeon’s.
“Ugh…”
Despite his face scrunching from the surging pleasure and heat, Suhyeon undid the buttons of Hajin’s shirt.
“Ah, hngh…!”
As soon as the solid, muscular torso was revealed, Hajin gently spread Suhyeon’s thighs.
The sound of the trouser buckle undoing and clothes hitting the floor sounded exceptionally loud.
“Ugh…”
His heated body twitched at the waist rhythmically, even though nothing had been done yet.
“Hngh, ugh…”
Goosebumps broke out along his spine.
Hajin’s hand began to stroke Suhyeon’s member, which was already leaking pre-cum.
The organ, flushed with excitement, was dripping.
“Ha, ah…”
The hand teasing his sensitive parts became slick with the fluid.
A heady scent filled the air, and Suhyeon’s flushed face distorted weakly at the rising heat from deep within.
Hajin didn’t care and scanned Suhyeon’s body with his eyes as if he were devouring him.
“Ugh…”
It was a strange feeling, as if an invisible tongue were licking his body.
But he didn’t hate it.
“Are you… naturally hairless?”
“Ah, hugh, hngh, ugh…!!”
Hajin wrapped his large hand around Suhyeon’s member.
He squeezed it firmly, pressing his lips to Suhyeon’s ear as he asked the question.
A burst of pleasure erupted, making it impossible to answer.
He felt the fluid pulse out from the tip.
It was a sensation that made his mind go distant, leaving him able to do nothing but moan.
Suhyeon instinctively twisted his hips.
Meanwhile, Hajin’s other hand, not occupied with the member, didn’t hesitate to sweep down toward the mound.
With one hand relentlessly tormenting Suhyeon’s front, his other hand began to gently stroke the folds of the hidden opening.
“Hah…!”
Under the excessive stimulation, Suhyeon’s member finally spilled white semen.
Suhyeon shuddered violently.
“We haven’t even started yet?”
Hajin asked, his voice playful.
Along with the loss of strength, a wave of shame washed over him, making Suhyeon’s face turn an even more explosive red.
However, Hajin only laughed lowly and didn’t let go of Suhyeon’s body.
He released Suhyeon’s member and reached for the drawer of the bedside table.
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