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“Hurry up.”
Doyoung gave Beom Sinje’s muscular arm a light tap where it rested on the steering wheel.
His gaze immediately shifted downward at the touch.
Then, suddenly, a smirk appeared on his lips.
Without another word, he started the engine.
The car began to move, and only then did the other vehicles follow suit.
As Beom Sinje glanced at the side mirror, his phone started ringing.
Sarah’s name appeared on the screen.
He reached for it, but before he could pick up, a hand suddenly snatched the device away.
“What the—?”
“I’ll give it back tomorrow.”
“What?”
Doyoung looked at him incredulously.
For some reason, Beom Sinje’s gaze seemed darker than usual.
Was it just his imagination?
“We made a deal earlier, didn’t we?”
“I did? About what?”
Tilting his head, Doyoung watched as Beom Sinje’s pale fingers lightly brushed against the back of his own hand.
“You said I could do what I wanted.”
“Ah…”
Only then did the memory come back—what they had talked about at the lab.
The kiss they had shared.
Doyoung had said those words to placate him, afraid things might escalate further if he didn’t.
And now, he could feel the slow, deliberate movement of fingers trailing down his hand, brushing over his wrist bone, then slipping to the softer skin underneath.
“Ah…”
A faint sound escaped him.
The sensation wasn’t quite a tickle—it was something else.
Something more.
His gaze instinctively followed the path of those fingers.
The way Beom Sinje’s touch lingered against his skin—it was unsettlingly sensual.
Doyoung found himself licking his lower lip.
The tingling sensation was starting to shift into something else.
A kind of heat was building, pooling in places it shouldn’t.
“…Fine. Whatever.”
Barely managing to tear his eyes away, Doyoung focused on the scenery rushing past the window.
It wasn’t as if this meant anything. He just needed a distraction—otherwise, he’d end up fixating on the way his hand was still being caressed.
The phone continued ringing in the background, but Doyoung barely registered it.
“Good.”
The teasing touch finally withdrew.
No.
Instead of retreating, Beom Sinje’s fingers intertwined with his, locking them together as if to prevent him from escaping. Doyoung noticed—but this time, he didn’t resist.
At some point, the ringing stopped. Silence filled the car, stretching out uncomfortably.
Doyoung tried not to fidget in Beom Sinje’s grasp.
The drive home was only about thirty minutes.
But for some reason, it felt endless.
The car finally rolled into the parking lot, tires screeching slightly as it came to a halt.
The moment the engine cut off, Beom Sinje released his grip and stepped outside.
Doyoung stared blankly as he walked around the hood and approached the passenger side.
“Hyung.”
The door swung open.
A long arm reached in, gently but firmly grasping his elbow.
Doyoung didn’t resist as he was pulled out.
“Running away isn’t an option.”
Beom Sinje’s voice was calm, but the way he said it made it clear—he wouldn’t allow it.
“I’m not.”
That wasn’t the problem.
The real issue was that he kept thinking about it.
His gaze flickered downward.
The growing tightness beneath his waistband wasn’t helping.
Without a word, he strode toward the elevator.
Just as he passed by, he heard a quiet chuckle near his ear.
He didn’t bother looking back.
There was no need—he already knew.
There was a faint smirk on his own lips as well.
Before he realized it, they were walking side by side, shoulders nearly touching.
Beom Sinje’s hand, once gripping his elbow, had slid lower, their fingers naturally falling into place together.
The elevator doors opened.
As Doyoung reached out to press the button, a larger hand covered his.
“What are you doing?”
“I was going to press it for you.”
The blatant excuse made his chest tighten—not with frustration, but with something dangerously close to amusement.
He glanced at the mirror.
It wasn’t just him.
Beom Sinje’s expression was different too.
To others, it might have seemed unreadable.
But to Doyoung, it was obvious.
“Stop staring.”
He must have been looking too long—Beom Sinje reached up and covered his eyes with a grumble.
Right on cue, the elevator arrived at their floor.
“How am I supposed to get out like this?”
“I could carry you.”
As if he had planned this from the start, Beom Sinje effortlessly lifted him into his arms.
“……!”
Doyoung opened his mouth to protest—
But before he could, warm lips covered his.
And a scorching tongue pushed its way inside, leaving no room for argument.
Doyoung was completely swept away by the unrestrained contact, unable to even blink.
Without realizing it, soft moans escaped his throat.
But even that—his greedy partner swallowed everything as if unwilling to let anything slip away.
That, if anything, only heightened the excitement.
He forgot where he was.
His hazy mind couldn’t immediately process that the reason his body was swaying was because he was in Beom Sinje’s arms.
“Hah, haa, ha…”
Beom Sinje, who had been dominating his mouth to the point of making his mind go blank, finally pulled away for a moment.
Only then did Doyoung’s blocked breath pour out in gasps.
“Hyung, just a moment.”
With a voice even lower than before, he sought permission and pressed a brief kiss to Doyoung’s nape before lowering his gaze.
Beep!
The sound of a notification suddenly jolted him back to reality.
It was only then that Doyoung realized—they were in front of the entrance, in the hallway.
Fwoosh.
Heat rushed to his face.
What the hell was he doing?
His nape felt hot.
His cheeks must have turned just as red, judging by the warmth beneath his eyes.
“Hurry.”
Determined not to make things more embarrassing, he urged.
But why did the gaze meeting his seem to gleam dangerously?
“Don’t rush me, hyung.”
With that, Beom Sinje suddenly threw open the front door.
Striding inside, he cupped the back of Doyoung’s head with his large hand and pulled him in.
In an instant, his lips were captured once again.
“Hnn, hnnng, ah! Aaht!”
Doyoung gasped, lifting his head. His vision blurred, his dazed eyes shifting.
That’s when he saw it—the man above him, moving roughly.
“Doyoung hyung.”
As if waiting for that moment, his name was called.
The eyes meeting his were filled with desire.
Yet, there was also an unmistakable warmth, as if he were being cherished.
“Ah!”
A hot sensation shot up as something deep inside was hard.
The next moment, the same spot was cupped by a firm, unyielding palm.
Doyoung moaned, his eyes fluttering shut.
As his head tilted back, Beom Sinje trailed his tongue along his nape, moving downward.
“Hnnn…”
Doyoung let out a breathy whimper at the wet, slick sensation gliding over his skin.
Beom Sinje’s lips sucked on his pronounced c*ck, then moved past his chest, grazing over the firm muscles of his abdomen and near his nipple.
“Nn, ngh, mm…”
Each time his insides were touched, Doyoung’s voice rose in pitch, breathless with anticipation.
“Ah…”
Beom Sinje’s heated lips moved back up, capturing a heated point between them.
A sharp gasp escaped as his shoulders trembled, his heavy eyelids barely lifting.
He could see it—his lips pressing insistently against his c*ck.
Watching him linger there, parting his mouth just enough for his smooth teeth to graze before releasing, made Doyoung’s waist jolt instinctively.
“Does it hurt?”
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