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The two of them were never ones to talk much.

Neither Doyoung nor Beom Sinje were fond of small talk, and it was their daily routine to quietly focus on their own tasks.

‘But why is it so awkward now? Why do I feel so restless?’

Doyoung felt strange being so aware of his own actions, even swallowing his saliva cautiously.

He bit the inside of his cheek to avoid making a sound and glanced around.

‘That aside… what the hell is wrong with him?’

The real issue was something else entirely.

Beom Sinje still hadn’t removed his hand from Doyoung’s member.

To make matters worse, his own body, despite having already climaxed, was still standing proud and firm.

‘It was manageable after the first time, but now… what’s with this? I’m going insane.’

A sigh escaped him as heat flared up the back of his neck.

Showing such a vulnerable side—not to anyone else, but to Beom Sinje—was utterly mortifying.

Even so, he had no intention of surrendering himself to another’s touch again.

“Enough…”

Doyoung opened his mouth, ready to demand distance.

“You’re not satisfied yet, are you?”

Beom Sinje cut him off smoothly.

Worse, his right hand resumed rubbing the shaft while his other hand roamed the inside of Doyoung’s thigh.

“Beom Sinje, h-ha… ugh, hey!”

Doyoung wanted to shout for him to stop immediately, but as if predicting his protest, Beom Sinje’s grip tightened slightly.

A strange sound slipped out against Doyoung’s will, and his pupils trembled violently.

Their gazes met.

“You like this, don’t you?”

No! Doyoung wanted to deny it but bit his lip instead.

At that precise moment, Beom Sinje’s hand brushed teasingly over the sensitive surface again.

Doyoung glared at him sharply as if to say, ‘Are you serious?’

Anyone could see the act was intentional.

Beom Sinje, however, wore an unnecessarily serious expression, as if he were performing some grand task.

And yet, something was strange.

Doyoung found himself unable to look away.

He thought this was no different from Beom Sinje’s usual demeanor, yet there was something off about his gaze.

‘No, not strange… It’s like he’s…’

Hot with fever and trying to suppress it.

That realization stirred a peculiar feeling inside Doyoung.

‘This bastard. Are you trying to throw me off balance?’

Fine. Two can play this game.

Doyoung’s eyes flashed with determination. He sat up quickly and stretched out his arm.

“Hey!”

Beom Sinje, startled, called out as his pants were suddenly yanked down.

Doyoung ignored him and stared at what was now revealed before him.

“…Hah!”

A sound escaped his lips involuntarily.

He couldn’t help it.

What he was looking at was beyond his imagination in size.

“What… is this?”

It clearly wasn’t at its full size yet, but the sheer presence of it was overwhelming—comparable to a child’s forearm.

Which meant there was still room for it to grow.

“Don’t look,” came Beom Sinje’s gruff voice.

Snapped out of his daze, Doyoung lifted his gaze.

Their eyes met again, and this time, he noticed Beom Sinje’s cheeks and the tips of his ears were flushed red.

‘Cute.’

Doyoung smirked. Surely none of Beom Sinje’s fans knew about this side of him.

“Why? You looked, touched, and rubbed mine. And now you’re telling me not to?”

Does that even make sense?

Doyoung shot him a defiant glare before boldly pulling Beom Sinje’s briefs down further.

Fully exposed, Beom Sinje’s penis twitched under the scrutiny of another’s gaze.

Watching that, Doyoung grabbed it without hesitation.

“…Hey!”

Beom Sinje gasped, instinctively moving back, causing Doyoung’s hand to slip free.

Annoyed, Doyoung glanced up at him.

Unlike before, Beom Sinje wouldn’t meet his gaze, turning his head away instead.

Seeing his flushed ears and stiff posture, Doyoung smacked Beom Sinje’s solid thigh with a firm slap.

“Don’t run away. This time, I’ll do it with you.”

It wasn’t a suggestion.

It was a declaration.

When Doyoung noticed Beom Sinje’s lips twitching as if to protest, he smirked wickedly.

‘What, you thought you could take me down that easily?’

Without waiting, he grabbed the thick shaft again.

Just that alone seemed to make it grow even larger than before.

The tip twitched visibly.

For someone who was reluctant earlier, his body’s response was crystal clear.

“What are you waiting for? You do it too.”

As Doyoung began moving his hand slowly, he urged Beom Sinje to do the same.

From above, he heard a long exhale.

For a moment, he thought Beom Sinje might refuse, but then it happened.

Finally, Beom Sinje’s large hand began moving up and down in rhythm.

“Hah, ugh…”

Doyoung let out a quiet moan without realizing it.

It had been so long since someone else touched him this way.

Or perhaps, it was the strange intimacy of being face-to-face while stroking each other’s members that made it feel so foreign.

Whatever it was, the sensation was stronger than he expected, and the arousal climbed rapidly.

“Mmm… ngh, ah.”

It might have also been because of the sounds Beom Sinje let slip—soft, unsure, and entirely uncharacteristic of the usually stoic man.

Every time his thumb teased Doyoung’s sensitive tip or brushed over his balls, Beom Sinje’s sturdy thighs flinched noticeably.

Doyoung wasn’t faring much better, his member now slick with precum and standing painfully erect.

“Hey, your hand…”

At that moment, as they wordlessly pleasured each other, Beom Sinje opened his mouth, panting.

Then, as if unable to hold back, he reached out and grabbed Doyoung’s wrist.

“Ah…!”

Realizing his intent to pull away wasn’t difficult, Doyoung deliberately pressed down on the tip of his length.

With the intense stimulation, Beom Sinje ultimately climaxed first.

His semen smeared Doyoung’s hand.

Fixated on the sight, Doyoung followed suit and soon reached his own peak.

“Mm.”

“Ha.”

Both let out soft, almost sigh-like moans at the same time.

At first, they were too busy catching their breaths to notice anything else.

But after a moment, something crept in again.

‘Ah, this is awkward.’

It was.

The awkwardness of “What now?” lingered heavily in the air.

Doyoung cautiously released his grip on what he was holding.

As the warmth that had heated his palm disappeared, a strange emptiness settled in.

‘Wait, what am I even thinking?’

Shaking his head at his own subconscious thoughts, Doyoung was slow to notice Beom Sinje’s next move.

“You—what are you—ugh!”

A long finger pressed firmly beneath his half-erect length, right at the perineum.

Doyoung tried to protest with a groan, but Beom Sinje rubbed the same spot again before he could finish.

“Ahh.”

A tingling sensation climbed up his spine, a mix of sharpness and ticklishness.

Doyoung let out a more certain moan than ever before, his body trembling uncontrollably.

To anyone watching, he looked undeniably aroused by the stimulation.

“Does it feel good here too, hyung?”

Beom Sinje repeatedly pressed and rubbed the newfound sensitive spot between his erect penis and his ass hole, eliciting uncontrollable moans from Doyoung.

In the end, Doyoung clamped a hand over his mouth, trying in vain to suppress the pleasure surging up from below.

“Mm… mmph… ah!”

It was no use.

Even muffled, the sensual sounds spilled out, encouraging Beom Sinje to resume teasing Doyoung’s length.

“Hyung, you’re hard again. Here too.”

He didn’t stop there, toying with the swollen perineum and even the area near the lower entrance, tickling and pressing insistently.

Overwhelmed by stimulation from both ends, Doyoung couldn’t even pinpoint what was arousing him anymore.

He could only squirm and pant as the third wave of pleasure climbed higher.

Somewhere along the way, he ended up practically lying down again.

“Haah… haah… ngh!”

Doyoung finally let out another moan, arching his back.

His vision went white, and a tingling sensation spread to the tips of his fingers and toes.

It wasn’t the first time he’d climaxed tonight, but it was the most dizzying by far.

“Haah… haah…”

Lying on his side, he panted heavily.

His hips trembled faintly from the lingering sensations.

He knew Beom Sinje was gazing down at him, but he had no energy left to form words.

Even so, there was a subtle sense of satisfaction and strange fulfillment that left him feeling… not bad.

The problem was the sheer exhaustion.

He’d never spent his stamina this way before, and it seemed to be taking its toll, as his consciousness began slipping away.

‘I can’t…’

No matter how tired he was, he couldn’t just fall asleep with his lower half exposed like this.

“Go to sleep, hyung. I’ll take care of everything.”

For some reason, the moment he heard those words, his thoughts cut out as though someone had flipped a switch.

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