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The sheer amount of cum flooding his walls made Wonho feel like he was marking his territory—branding Haebom as his, imprinting himself onto every inch of his body.
As Wonho came, Haebom reached his peak again, fireworks exploding behind his eyelids.
It wasn’t the sky lighting up—it was right in front of his eyes.
He came without release, his entire body trembling violently, convulsing with the force of it.
Wonho, still hard despite his climax, swelled even thicker inside Haebom’s tight, sucking heat.
It was unbelievable that he’d already come once.
He waited patiently until Haebom’s glassy eyes regained focus—then pressed a kiss to the corner of his eye.
“So, do you know what you did wrong?”
There was no way he could know.
“If you don’t, I’ll wait until you figure it out.”
“Ah…! N-no…!”
Despite his words, Wonho’s hips didn’t give Haebom time to think.
Maybe it was because he’d already filled him up, but his cock slid in even easier this time, the obscene sounds of their joining growing messier.
Haebom’s small, pale body rocked violently with every movement of Wonho’s larger frame.
Wonho didn’t actually expect Haebom to know what he’d done wrong.
This was just about satisfying his own hunger—and maybe a little payback.
But Haebom, drowning in pleasure, desperately tried to remember, his mind fraying at the edges.
“Hah…! W-Wonho…!”
He whimpered Wonho’s name, but there was no mercy.
The unfairness of not even knowing why he was being punished made him want to cry—but that frustration didn’t last long.
Another wave of arousal crashed over him, his cock straining painfully against Wonho’s lower stomach.
He needed to cum.
So badly…!
“I—I wanna cum…! Nngh?”
“Haebom, you really want to come that badly?”
Haebom nodded frantically.
The pent-up pleasure was pooling inside him, threatening to burst but never quite tipping over.
And Wonho—cruel—kept thrusting right into that spot, driving him higher and higher.
Seeing Haebom sobbing and clinging to him, Wonho wondered if he’d gone too far.
“Tell me you like me. Say it, and I’ll let you come.”
It was shameless, but in the end, the one who loved more always lost.
Wonho didn’t actually expect to hear the words he wanted—but he’d take anything at this point.
He was just rationalizing his own actions, knowing full well Haebom had no idea what was happening.
And Haebom, lips red and swollen from moaning Wonho’s name, finally parted them in a trembling whisper.
“I like you…! I like you, Wonho…!”
“Tch…!”
“Ah! Ahh! Ah, s-stop…! W-wait…!”
Hearing Haebom’s desperate confession, Wonho felt like he’d lost his mind—completely.
It was too sweet.
If there was a spell sweeter than this in the world, it was Haebom saying he liked him.
The way his voice trembled with pleasure, the heat in his words—if Wonho wasn’t turned on by that, he wouldn’t be himself.
Wonho untied the string around Haebom’s cock.
The moment it loosened, Haebom’s body shuddered violently.
He hadn’t even realized he’d been bound—too overwhelmed by the way Wonho was wrecking him from the inside.
Far from waiting for him to come, Wonho only fucked him harder, bending Haebom’s back like a bow.
His eyes rolled back, his entire body convulsing.
Overstimulated, Haebom’s inner walls clenched down like a vice.
It wasn’t even an organ meant to take a cock, but the way it squeezed and milked him made Wonho move even more ruthlessly.
A scream-like moan tore from Haebom’s throat as—squelch!—a thick, milky liquid spurted from his flushed cock, streaking across his stomach and soaking the sheets beneath him.
If there hadn’t been a sheet, it might’ve formed a puddle.
Haebom, unable to withstand the intensity, passed out.
“Fuck, Haebom… Yoon Haebom, how are you gonna pass out after coming like this? Huh? I haven’t even come yet.”
Wonho pulled the unconscious Haebom tightly against him, sitting up fully on the bed.
The sight of Haebom’s body—marked and flushed because of him—made his cock twitch inside that tight heat.
As if begging to move again.
Even unconscious, Haebom’s inner walls fluttered around him, teasing.
“Haah… Fine. I’ll just cum. Just cum.”
Murmuring to the unresponsive Haebom, Wonho moved his hips slowly, careful not to push him too far.
It was frustrating, but his overstimulated cock didn’t last long before pulsing and spilling inside him.
Even after coming, Wonho stayed buried, savoring the aftermath.
“…See, Yoon Haebom.”
At the feeling of his body being jostled, Haebom scrunched his brow tightly.
He wanted to sleep more, and being woken up was very much not to his liking.
As he frowned, someone began pressing hard between his brows.
In the end, Haebom had no choice but to open his eyes—but they didn’t open properly.
“Your eyes won’t open? Then don’t force it. Just wait.”
Of course, the one disturbing his sweet sleep was Wonho.
At his words, telling him not to open his eyes, Haebom gave up trying.
A moment later, something warm brushed across his eyelids—a lukewarm cloth, perhaps—going back and forth diligently over both eyes.
“Now open your eyes.”
“…Mmngh, ah? Kkhem…! My throat…”
Why was his throat like this?
His voice wouldn’t come out properly.
Every time he tried to speak, it cracked painfully.
“Drink some water.”
Wonho slipped a hand beneath Haebom’s armpit and helped raise his upper body, placing a cup into his hand.
The cup, too, was lukewarm, but Haebom took it without complaint.
His eyes were swollen—so much that it was obvious even to him.
‘So swollen… Why?’
Was this from drinking?
Could it really get this bad just from that?
Then the realization hit him, and he let out a groan.
‘Just stay still. You’re being punished, remember?’
‘Yoon Haebom’s the one at fault, so why are you crying?’
‘So? Do you finally understand what you did wrong?’
Even without asking, Haebom knew whose voice that was in his memory.
One by one, the pieces came back—he had been scolded by Wonho.
On the bed, no less….
Eventually, he remembered everything.
How he confessed over and over that he liked him, how he begged to be allowed to come, all of it came flooding back.
Even after finishing the water, Haebom couldn’t bring himself to turn his head back.
He just tilted it back and darted his eyes around.
“What are you doing? Still drunk?”
“No…! I sobered up, I swear! I’m totally fine!”
Startled by Wonho’s question, Haebom quickly straightened his head and shook it—too quickly.
He got dizzy and let out another groan.
Wonho clicked his tongue and firmly pressed down on Haebom’s crown.
It felt like a silent order to stay still.
“Um… So.”
Haebom, quietly accepting Wonho’s touch, snuck a glance at him.
He didn’t look especially angry, but he seemed… oddly sulky.
Kind of pouty?
“What.”
“Why did you scold me yesterday? Ah! Sorry for drinking without telling you. They wanted to celebrate us getting together… I thought everything would be over before your training ended. I won’t do it again. I’ll tell you everything next time.”
That’s all he could remember.
He knew there was more to why he’d been scolded.
But what was it? He had no idea.
“Only drink with me. Not alone, not with others.”
‘Huh?’
It seemed like a promise he couldn’t keep, but Haebom nodded quickly anyway.
‘When the time comes, I’ll figure it out then,’ he thought, pushing it onto his future self.
“…Why do you call me ‘Wonho’ with my surname, but you drop it for others? And don’t call her ‘noona’—it pisses me off. She’s not your family. Call her ‘Guide’ respectfully. Do you call other people that familiarly too?”
Listening to Wonho’s words, Haebom was suddenly flustered.
‘He’s speaking Korean, right?’
That’s how confused he was.
He thought he must’ve made some huge, unforgivable mistake—but that wasn’t it at all.
“…That’s why you scolded me yesterday?”
“Yeah.”
Wonho looked at him like, ‘Isn’t that obvious?’
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