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When Doyoung opened his eyes, the first thing he did was grope for the spot next to him.
He had already sensed the absence from the emptiness in his back and shoulder, but now, there wasn’t even a trace of warmth left there.
He furrowed his brow slightly and slowly lifted his eyelids.
Because he was lying on his side, the empty space beside him immediately came into view.
“His stamina is unreal…”
Apparently, the ever-diligent Beom Sinje got up early to go exercise or something.
And yet, they had been completely absorbed in an intense, obscene physical entanglement until the break of dawn.
“I should exercise too…”
He only said that, but Doyoung didn’t so much as twitch.
No—that wasn’t quite right. It wasn’t that he didn’t move; it was that he couldn’t.
Regardless of how much of his energy had recovered, there were clear physical limits.
A dull ache and lingering heaviness still pulsed vividly from his lower half.
If he tried to sit up now, his whole body would probably scream in protest.
If only Beom Sinje knew moderation, this kind of morning wouldn’t keep happening.
“Not that I can complain, considering I threw myself at him too…”
The problem was, whenever things got going, Doyoung would end up getting turned on and clinging to Beom Sinje all over again.
Sometimes, even he was shocked by the intensity of the desire hidden inside him.
“Ha…”
He lifted his arms to rub his face when his gaze landed on the inside of his wrist, where red marks were clearly imprinted.
Suddenly, the sensation of lips sucking and teeth biting his skin came rushing back.
So did the memory of those enchanting eyes gazing down at him with tenderness and desire.
As if he wanted to devour him whole—no, as if he wanted to plunge deep inside and take everything.
The way Beom Sinje’s eyes locked onto his left no room for misinterpretation.
There was no way Doyoung could resist that.
All he could do was open himself up and let him in.
“Ah…”
Doyoung squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them again.
Even that short moment of recollection was enough to stir a slow heat in his body.
It was probably the lingering effect of what had happened all through the night.
He tried to steady his breathing, doing his best not to react.
‘We did more than enough…’
What more could his body possibly want to be acting up like this again?
And hadn’t he been the one who, in the end, begged Beom Sinje to stop, too exhausted to continue?
And yet, here he was, starting to get hard again in the man’s absence.
Thankfully, after a few deep breaths, the situation below began to settle down.
“Time to get up.”
Even though he’d already changed the sheets and the pillowcase that had been bitten and soaked, this was still the space where he and Beom Sinje had tangled up together.
Staying here any longer would only reignite the heat.
It was better to get his mind straight and head into the bathroom to wash up.
Slowly, he pushed his upper body upright.
“Ugh…”
Just as expected, everything below his waist was stiff and sore.
He looked down and clicked his tongue.
From the state of his red wrists, he’d already had a hunch, but now he could clearly see the marks all over his body—traces Beom Sinje had left behind.
Anyone who saw him would think he narrowly escaped the jaws of a wild beast.
That beast, no doubt still brimming with lust, was probably out somewhere sweating it off.
From the way his muscles weren’t knotted up, it seemed Beom Sinje had carried him to the bath and gently massaged him after he’d passed out cold.
‘And during the act, he’s such a tyrant…’
It was honestly a shame that others didn’t know this side of Beom Sinje.
Last fall, the two of them had gone on a one-year trip together.
At first, Doyoung thought it would be two weeks.
Then it became a month, then half a year—and before he knew it, they were gone for a full year.
Of course, it had been fun.
They didn’t just travel around the world but visited newly discovered dungeons, got invited by other guilds, and even met Hunters he’d always been curious about.
So when they finally came home after all that time, it was no wonder things exploded between them.
“No—no more thinking about that. Stop…”
Why did his thoughts always go there?
As the heat that had barely calmed began to rise again, Doyoung splashed his face with cold water.
Thankfully, the flush in his cheeks faded just a little.
“Doyoung hyung?”
Just as he was drying off with a towel, a voice called out from outside the bathroom.
“I’m in here. I’ll be out in a minute.”
He answered and was just about to grab the doorknob when the door flew open first—and there he was, face-to-face with Beom Sinje.
He looked like he was about to say something but paused.
Then, his gaze slowly dropped.
Confused, Doyoung followed his eyes down—
“Gasp!”
Panicked, Doyoung quickly covered his groin with the towel.
He was sure it had calmed down earlier, so why was it swollen again now?
“This is, um…”
“Guess last night wasn’t enough for you.”
Beom Sinje nodded knowingly, as if he understood everything Doyoung was feeling.
“That’s not what this is, okay?!”
What nonsense.
After all the obscene and indulgent things they did the moment dinner ended, how could he say that?
“Actually, I felt the same. My body still feels tight and not fully unwound. But since you were so worn out, I tried to handle things myself while you slept.”
Well, great—so why did his eyes look so fired up now?
And why was he reaching for him?
“W-wait…”
Doyoung tried to retreat, but Beom Sinje only stepped closer.
He kept backing away until his back hit the cold tile wall.
Just as Doyoung’s face fell in dismay, a hand gripped his chin.
His head was tilted upward, and then Beom Sinje’s mouth claimed his.
Wet, sticky sounds filled his ears.
But more than that, the sensation of his lips being chewed and kneaded was overwhelming.
His shoulders trembled.
Maybe it was because he was pressed up against the cold wall.
Doyoung tried to convince himself, but he knew the truth.
Because even just a kiss was enough to make his towel-covered erection harden again.
“Ah…”
Their lips parted. Before he realized it, Beom Sinje’s hand was sliding down, resting on Doyoung’s groin.
“Looks like we need to take care of this.”
And just like that, the towel hit the floor.
His erect member stood fully exposed. Doyoung bit down on his lower lip.
Beom Sinje gently pulled away the skin pressed under his thumb, then began to rub it softly, almost teasingly.
The ticklish sensation made Doyoung’s eyes flutter.
“Sit down.”
Sit—where, exactly?
He glanced around in protest before realizing he’d been backed into a spot near the toilet.
Unintentionally, their eyes met.
“Hyung, your knees always give out when you get too worked up.”
Now that—what part of that was he supposed to be mad at?
The fact that he was being treated like some delicate thing?
Or that Beom Sinje fully intended to get him so worked up again?
But Doyoung simply gulped and did as he was told.
Fine, at this point… he might as well just go along with whatever Beom Sinje wanted—
Bzzzz. Bzzz. Bzzzz.
Just as Doyoung was about to sit, his gaze followed the vibration sound.
The source was Beom Sinje’s pocket.
“Your phone’s ringing.”
“It’s fine.”
Which meant he had no intention of answering it.
Even as he pulled Doyoung down to sit, the ringing continued.
“Answer it.”
Whoever it was didn’t seem like they were going to give up.
It might actually be something important.
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