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He couldn’t easily give in to Soohyuk’s temptations, worried that getting too excited might trigger a health problem.
He even searched online since he couldn’t bring himself to ask Hoonil.
Though he didn’t find much useful information, he thought it might be okay if he wore his smartwatch, and besides, Soohyuk would never push him to the point of danger.
Just looking into Soohyuk’s eyes made his heart pound wildly, louder than usual — loud enough that he was afraid Soohyuk might hear it.
Even without doing anything, just being looked at left him breathless.
“If you keep staring like that… I’m going to want to devour you.”
Before he knew it, Soohyuk’s gaze had dropped to Jingyeom’s lips.
The heat in those eyes sent shivers through Jingyeom’s entire body, making him tense up to steady himself.
Soohyuk could feel every small movement.
Though Jingyeom flinched, he wasn’t pulling away or rejecting him.
Catching that, Soohyuk’s eyes narrowed.
He stared at Jingyeom’s lips like he could devour him at any moment.
And then, Jingyeom slowly opened his mouth.
“…Then do it.”
The moment the words left his lips, Soohyuk grabbed Jingyeom’s nape and crashed their mouths together.
His tongue immediately slipped inside, exploring every corner of Jingyeom’s mouth.
Though surprised at first, Jingyeom soon wrapped his arms tightly around Soohyuk’s neck and tilted his head.
Their tongues tangled like snakes, rubbing and pulling.
When Soohyuk’s sharp canine lightly grazed him, Jingyeom’s hips twitched.
There was no gentleness to this kiss.
A lewd sound escaped between them for a brief second as their lips parted slightly, but it was swallowed up again as their mouths locked tightly.
Even as their lips grew slick with saliva, Soohyuk didn’t stop.
“Hnngh.”
Jingyeom gently pushed against Soohyuk’s shoulder, gasping for breath.
He had learned to breathe through his nose while kissing, but whenever he got too absorbed, he unconsciously held his breath, making it hard to keep up.
Though he wanted more, Soohyuk eased off just a little to let him breathe, but their tongues soon intertwined again without any rhythm or pattern.
Eventually, their lips parted.
Soohyuk wiped Jingyeom’s glistening lips with his thumb, then scooped him up by the hips as if he couldn’t wait any longer.
Jingyeom clung to him tightly, wrapping his legs around Soohyuk’s waist as he carried him up the stairs.
Why did the way to the room feel so far?
‘I should’ve just set it up on the first floor.’
Soohyuk moved quickly, while Jingyeom buried his face into Soohyuk’s shoulder, gripping him tightly so he wouldn’t fall.
As the door closed behind them, Jingyeom lifted his head slightly, but his view flipped, showing the ceiling and then Soohyuk’s face above him.
Soohyuk’s eyes burned with desire as he gazed down at Jingyeom.
His lips still glistened with traces of their kiss, and though he had been smiling softly just moments ago, now he looked almost desperate.
Seeing this unfamiliar expression made Jingyeom’s lashes tremble pitifully.
“…Hyung.”
“Mm. I’ll take care of everything.”
Jingyeom’s voice trembled with nervousness as he called him, and Soohyuk answered softly, almost coaxing him.
He lowered himself and nuzzled into Jingyeom’s neck, slowly licking upward as his fingers undid the buttons on Jingyeom’s shirt one by one.
Since they had stayed home, Jingyeom was still in his pajamas, which had many buttons.
But despite his anxious face, Soohyuk’s hands moved at a steady, unhurried pace.
Though he was eager, he savored every moment, taking in Jingyeom’s scent as he worked.
“Ahh…”
Unlike their heated kisses, the new sensations made Jingyeom tense, yet he let Soohyuk take control.
As his shirt slipped off, the cool air brushed against his skin.
No matter how warm the room was, goosebumps rose.
When he flinched, Soohyuk sat up and looked over Jingyeom’s body, frowning, before suddenly getting up from the bed.
Jingyeom glanced down at his own body in panic, wondering if Soohyuk had lost interest, and hurried to cover his scars with trembling hands.
“….”
As Soohyuk walked toward the door, Jingyeom’s face crumpled.
His body trembled as he squeezed his legs together and curled up, trying to hide it.
His eyes glistened with unshed tears.
“If it gets too hot later, we can lower it then.”
What Soohyuk had done was simply adjust the room temperature.
Though they might heat up while moving, he didn’t want Jingyeom to feel cold even for a second.
“Why are you like this? Are you really cold? Should I turn it up more?”
After adjusting the thermostat, Soohyuk rushed back to the bed, pulling the blanket over Jingyeom’s body to warm him.
“Let’s just stay like this for a bit.”
Wrapped in the blanket and held close to Soohyuk’s chest, Jingyeom blinked in a daze.
Realizing he had misunderstood, relief washed over him, and he tightly shut his eyes.
Though part of his hesitation came from fear for his own health, what truly made him avoid crossing the line with Soohyuk… was that he didn’t want to reveal his scars.
There was a time in the past when he had shown his scar.
When he had opened the door wearing only a shower gown.
He had exposed it far too carelessly back then.
At the time, Soohyuk didn’t seem to care about the scar.
But unlike then, it was now completely exposed, and it would continue to be so in the future.
He knew he couldn’t live his whole life hiding it, but still, he hesitated to fully show his scar to Soohyuk.
He was terrified that Soohyuk might lose interest in him after seeing his body.
‘…Thank God.’
Seeing the distinct bulge in Soohyuk’s pants as he held him told him that Soohyuk hadn’t cooled off one bit.
Confirming it with his own eyes allowed Jingyeom’s body, frozen by sudden fear, to slowly relax.
Burying his face into Soohyuk’s shoulder like a spoiled child, Jingyeom rubbed against him.
The sound of fabric softly brushing echoed atop the blanket.
As Jingyeom gradually settled down, Soohyuk had to endure a silent struggle of his own.
Though he had asked if Jingyeom was cold, he quickly realized that wasn’t the reason he was trembling.
If he were simply cold, he would’ve crawled under the blanket rather than curl up like that.
He briefly wondered if Jingyeom was only going along with this to please him, despite not wanting to—but knowing what Jingyeom was feeling too, he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
‘Let’s not be trash.’
This was for both of them.
He didn’t want it to be something done just to satisfy one side’s lust.
Yet, contrary to his resolve, the hardness pressed against his thigh showed no sign of subsiding.
He was about to consider stopping entirely, when Jingyeom whispered:
“…I’m okay now.”
“Are you really okay? Can I take off the blanket?”
“…Yes. You can.”
At those words, Soohyuk immediately cast aside any earlier patience and grabbed both Jingyeom’s pants and underwear, pulling them off in one swift motion.
When Jingyeom instinctively flinched as he lay exposed, Soohyuk gently pinned down his wrist.
Soohyuk’s eyes swiftly scanned Jingyeom’s body.
He had longed for this moment for so long.
The soft, light brown hair suited the grey bedding beautifully.
Against it, the pure white, naked body was so enticing, he could devour it right there.
He almost lost his mind.
That he even possessed such intense desire surprised him.
His gaze lingered on Jingyeom’s face before slowly trailing downward—passing the prominent nose and stopping at the flushed lips.
The sight of those red lips made his mouth water.
His eyes dropped further, tracing the slender neck and the pronounced collarbone.
The surgical scar at the center of his chest, the untouched pink nipples, the ribs faintly visible under the skin, and even the stomach that moved with every ragged breath—all of it made him want to devour him whole.
Though he had imagined this body countless times in his head, seeing it in person was on another level.
Even his belly button was adorable.
“…”
“…Why are you staring so much?”
“Because you’re beautiful.”
Jingyeom’s face flushed furiously.
It had been red for a while, but now it seemed ready to burst at the slightest touch.
Feeling as though his body was being laid bare, Jingyeom trembled and tried to squirm, but with his wrist held down, all he could manage was a slight wriggle.
Embarrassed, he kept glancing at Soohyuk’s face, as though still conscious of his scar.
Noticing the gaze, Soohyuk loosened his grip on Jingyeom’s wrist.
Freed, Jingyeom covered his face instead of the scar—perhaps realizing there was no point in trying to hide it.
When Soohyuk ran his fingertips along the slight dip of Jingyeom’s stomach, his waist twitched in response.
“Hnn… ugh.”
The spot where Soohyuk’s fingers passed tingled, tiny hairs standing on end as the electrifying sensation coursed through his body, making his toes curl.
“You’re really beautiful, darling.”
Lowering his head, Soohyuk slowly licked along the scar, as if carving its uneven texture into memory.
The unfamiliar sensation made Jingyeom’s shoulders curl inward—but he didn’t push him away.
“…Could you turn off the lights?”
“You still have the mind to think about that?”
“Ah!”
Almost as if to demand that Jingyeom focus solely on him, Soohyuk pressed his tongue firmly against the erect nipple and then slowly licked it up.
The pink contrasted perfectly with his pale skin.
The slightly reddened peak looked delicious.
He sucked hard enough to draw in the surrounding flesh, causing Jingyeom to arch with a soft moan.
Embarrassed by his own voice, Jingyeom hurriedly pressed his hand against his mouth.
Every sensation was so new that it scared him.
“You know what we’re about to do, right?”
“…I do.”
Though his voice was cautious, it carried a faint heat that deepened Soohyuk’s smile.
“Good. I was about to worry I’d have to give you a sex-ed lesson.”
“Hhn, don’t… don’t talk while you’re sucking…!”
As Soohyuk spoke with the nipple still between his lips, Jingyeom’s hips kept lifting involuntarily.
When Soohyuk finally released it and pinched the other nipple with his fingers, Jingyeom’s waist bounced once again.
“You’re so sensitive. It’s rare to feel so much through the chest.”
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