No matter how soundproof the house was, the entryway was always a weak point.
Even now, faint footsteps could be heard from the hallway outside.
“Yoontae, let’s just go inside….”
Before Jeongseo could finish his sentence, his body was suddenly turned, his front pressed against the wall.
What the—? What was he doing all of a sudden?
Jeongseo tried to glance back, but Yoontae whispered in a low voice,
“You can keep quiet, can’t you, Jeongseo?”
There was no need to even think about what that meant.
Jeongseo was completely thrown off, unable to understand why things were suddenly escalating like this.
“Why…? Why do you want to do this here?”
His voice carried nothing but genuine confusion, which made Yoontae feel a slight pang of guilt.
But at the same time, his desire crackled even hotter.
His hand slipped under Jeongseo’s T-shirt, fingers tracing over the smooth plane of his stomach.
Jeongseo flinched, suppressing a whimper, his face turning to the side, looking lost and flustered.
Yoontae smirked and leaned in, whispering against his ear,
“Just once… I want to try it here.”
…Does that make me a complete pervert?
If you don’t want to, just say so, Jeongseo.
Jeongseo didn’t answer right away, his gaze darting aimlessly as if searching for an escape.
But while telling him to say no if he didn’t want it, Yoontae’s hand slid higher, pressing down on his chest before dragging his fingertips teasingly over the sensitive skin.
Everywhere he touched, a strange sensation lingered, making Jeongseo bite his lip slightly before parting them again.
“…You’re such a pervert.”
It wasn’t quite a rejection, but it wasn’t agreement either.
Still, Yoontae hesitated and started to pull his hand back.
He wasn’t going to push Jeongseo into something he didn’t want.
Just as he was about to take a step back, a pair of flushed ears peeked out from between tousled brown hair.
Jeongseo, his nape dyed red, mumbled without even turning around properly.
“I… I want to see you.”
The lingering sweetness in the air, which had disappeared the moment outside noises interrupted them, came rushing back—this time, even thicker and heavier.
Yoontae exhaled sharply, heat curling in his chest, as he turned Jeongseo to face him.
But despite his words, Jeongseo couldn’t bring himself to meet Yoontae’s gaze, his face burning as he lowered his eyes.
“You said you wanted to see me, didn’t you?”
Yoontae cupped Jeongseo’s cheek while his other hand trailed behind him, slipping past the waistband of his pants.
The moment his fingers brushed against soft flesh, Jeongseo shuddered.
His large hand gripped one side of Jeongseo’s ass, pulling him closer, making his thighs part just enough to feel the faintest friction.
Jeongseo’s fingers, which had been bracing against the wall, curled in tightly.
As Yoontae kneaded the pliant flesh a few times, his fingers slipped deeper, brushing against a trembling entrance.
He could feel how slick and warm it was, already betraying his arousal.
Brushing his thumb over the corner of Jeongseo’s eye, Yoontae murmured, breathless,
“You’re already wet.”
A teasing flick of his fingers sent a faint, damp sound filling the space between them, making Jeongseo’s face flush even redder.
It would probably be easier if Yoontae just went straight in, but for some reason, he only kept stroking around the edges without pushing any further.
When he barely dipped the tip of a finger in before pulling back, Jeongseo’s hips trembled.
“Ah… why are you doing just that…?”
Frustration built unbearably, making Jeongseo finally lift his gaze.
The moment his eyes met Yoontae’s sharp golden ones, the man smirked and leaned in even closer.
“What if someone hears?”
You’re the one who wanted to do this here—why are you acting like you’re worried now?
Jeongseo couldn’t even begin to respond, his mind short-circuiting at the ridiculousness of it.
Seeing the way Jeongseo glared at him, Yoontae let out a low chuckle before playfully nipping at the tip of his nose.
“So, what do you want me to do, Jeongseo?”
Jeongseo clenched his teeth.
Yoontae was so damn annoying.
He knew exactly what Jeongseo wanted but still made him say it.
Usually, Jeongseo was pretty straightforward about what he wanted, but when it came to things like this, it was unbearably embarrassing.
And Yoontae loved it.
He loved teasing him, watching him squirm between frustration and desire.
It was a contradiction—he wanted to make Jeongseo happy, but he also wanted to see him flustered. Maybe he really was a pervert after all.
Enjoying the sight of Jeongseo’s ears practically melting with heat, Yoontae let his hand trail down, pressing against his chest through the fabric of his T-shirt.
Even without pulling it up, he could feel the way Jeongseo’s nipples had stiffened beneath the thin material.
Curling his fingers into slow, lazy circles around them, Yoontae smirked as Jeongseo’s lips pressed into a tight line.
Then, just as Jeongseo finally snapped, gripping his forearm with a desperate strength, he whispered,
“Stop teasing me…”
That breathy whimper, the faint pout—
It was too much.
Yoontae swallowed the rest of Jeongseo’s words with a deep kiss, at the same time pushing two fingers inside him all at once.
The tight, hot walls stretched around them immediately, slick and welcoming.
“Ah—!”
Jeongseo’s entire body shuddered violently at the sudden fullness, his mind blanking out completely.
His inner muscles clenched, and before he could even catch his breath, Yoontae curled his fingers, pressing right against the spot that made his legs tremble.
“Ah—! Hngh—!”
His knees nearly buckled, his moans swallowed by Yoontae’s lips.
There was no space to think—only sensation, only heat, only the rapid, relentless press of fingers against his deepest point.
“Mm—ah…! Y-Yoon… Wait—!”
His stomach tightened, pleasure overwhelming his senses as he clung to Yoontae’s side, his breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps.
But Yoontae wasn’t giving him a moment to recover.
The hand that had been faintly tracing over his chest now firmly pinched the stiffened, protruding nub.
A sharp pain shot through his chest, sending a wave of intense sensation straight to his nerves.
Jeongseo’s body curled in on itself as he buried his face into Pyo Yoontae’s sternum.
His entire body trembled uncontrollably, tension repeatedly building and releasing in his lower abdomen.
The shape of the fingers inside him became painfully clear with every movement, sending an unbearable ache deep into his core, as if something inside was about to burst.
Watching Jeongseo struggle to even support himself by the entrance, Pyo Yoontae swallowed dryly.
The air between them was thick with their intermingled pheromones, so dense it felt suffocating—every breath they took only heightened the tension.
As Pyo Yoontae slowly spread his fingers apart, Jeongseo’s waist jerked, his body collapsing entirely against him.
The moment he brushed against the swollen, sensitive peak, those trembling brown ears caught Pyo Yoontae’s gaze.
His pupils, dilated with arousal, darkened further as he impulsively bit down a little harder on the tip of the stoat-like ear—an action that bypassed all rational thought.
“A-ah, hngh…!”
Jeongseo gripped Pyo Yoontae’s upper garment so tightly that his fingertips turned white.
His body trembled even more violently than before, and as soon as his strength gave out, causing him to collapse to the side, Pyo Yoontae swiftly caught him.
Because of that, his unfocused pupils wavered, his slightly parted lips were swollen and glistening with saliva, and his entire face looked dazed.
Seeing Seo Jeongseo flushed pink all the way down his neck made an unbearable thirst rise within Pyo Yoontae.
For a fleeting moment, an impulsive desire surged within him, but he barely managed to hold back and focused on taking Jeongseo to the bedroom.
Then, something in his line of sight caught his attention—a small storage cabinet on top of the shoe rack. Now that he thought about it, inside there…
Pyo Yoontae reached out and opened the bottom drawer. Inside, a small, square box sat neatly.
The moment his fingertips brushed against the firm packaging, his gaze darkened.
He hadn’t intended to take things further right there in the entryway.
That had been his plan.
But in the end, he picked up the box.
Jeongseo, whose body had already gone weak from a single climax, turned his dazed eyes sideways.
The moment he caught sight of the item in Pyo Yoontae’s hand, his eyes widened in shock.
It was none other than a box of condoms.
Why the hell is that coming out of there?
Jeongseo stared between Pyo Yoontae and the box in disbelief.
Noticing his reaction, Pyo Yoontae let out an awkward chuckle.
“I wasn’t aiming for this, really… I bought them before, then had to leave in a hurry, so I just stashed them there. But now, it looks like they’re going to be useful.”
“…Liar! You—you planned this, didn’t you…?”
“So, do you hate it now?”
Contrary to the question, Pyo Yoontae’s thigh slowly slipped between Jeongseo’s legs.
