The shame started creeping up. Lim Haeyul fidgeted with his phone, belatedly checking if he could cancel the message he had just sent.
“Agh, shit…”
But it was impossible to recall a message that had already been sent so long ago. The only thing he confirmed was that Cha Jae-woo had already seen it.
“Goddamn it, Lim Haeyul…”
Yeah, that’s just the kind of guy he was. Always doing reckless things and regretting them afterward—that was him through and through.
He buried his face in his hands and stomped his feet in frustration. Somehow, he could vividly imagine Cha Jae-woo’s face twisting into a grimace after seeing that brazen photo stuffed into his pants.
Thunk.
But his imagination turned out to be wrong. He realized that soon enough, even before someone started pounding fiercely on the front door.
The ripple of energy was unmistakable. Cha Jae-woo, who had long since left, had returned. He hadn’t even attempted to suppress the surging waves of power.
“……”
Haeyul swallowed dryly. His heart pounded loudly in his chest.
Of course. No matter how he looked at it—the situation in which Cha Jae-woo had left the house, the photo he had sent him—it didn’t matter. The explanation was simple: Cha Jae-woo’s energy was seething with heat.
The tension radiating from the waves was clearly different from the concern he had shown earlier when checking Haeyul’s condition. This wasn’t worry. This was pure, raw desire.
Slowly, Haeyul started moving. He could already predict what would happen once he opened that door and faced Cha Jae-woo, and the anticipation made his body tense.
A fleeting thought crossed his mind—If I’d known this would happen, I should have at least taken a shower—but it scattered like dust. The small apartment meant the distance to the door was practically nothing.
He reached out his hand and opened the door without hesitation.
“……”
“……”
Cha Jae-woo’s pitch-black eyes, which had been barely holding back, now blazed with visible heat. As Haeyul instinctively flinched and took a step back, Jae-woo advanced a step forward.
He crossed the threshold into the apartment. Bang—the front door slammed shut behind him. Faced with this stand-off that wasn’t really a stand-off, Haeyul didn’t know what to say first.
But it had to be him who spoke. His instincts screamed it, and he parted his lips.
The tension in the air was so thick he could almost feel sweat trickling down his back. He didn’t need to hide his nerves, but he still forced a tight, shaky smile onto his face.
“You might be thinking right now, ‘Should’ve just stayed instead of leaving, huh?’“
Did he sound playful enough? He hoped so. He desperately didn’t want Cha Jae-woo to retreat now, not when he was standing there staring straight at him like that.
Haeyul spread his arms open toward him. Jae-woo’s gaze moved, following the gesture.
“Hurry up.”
In an instant, darkness swallowed his vision. Words were no longer necessary. Cha Jae-woo lifted Haeyul by the waist and kissed him hard.
The moment their lips met, the tip of Jae-woo’s tongue parted his lips and slipped inside. Haeyul cupped Jae-woo’s cheeks with both hands and eagerly responded. His whole body ignited, as if he’d plunged into a raging inferno—he couldn’t even remember how long it had been since he last felt this way.
Still holding him tightly, Cha Jae-woo strode purposefully toward the bed. The kiss deepened, stirring their mouths as if to devour each other. When they finally broke apart, a thin strand of saliva clung between them before vanishing.
But Jae-woo didn’t stop there. He nibbled along Haeyul’s ear, hands roaming his body with slow, deliberate caresses. One hand moved downward, boldly tracing over Haeyul’s cock, which had been proudly erect just moments ago.
“Ahh…”
It hadn’t even been long since he’d calmed down, but just a single brush of Jae-woo’s hand was enough to bring the blood rushing back. Even without looking, Haeyul knew he was already half-hard again.
While lapping at the curve of Haeyul’s ear, Jae-woo muttered in a low, guttural voice.
“I’m going crazy…”
No, the one going crazy here is me, Haeyul thought bitterly. It only took the briefest touch of Jae-woo’s hand, the soft rumble of his voice whispering into his ear, and every fine hair on Haeyul’s body stood on end.
Even the places untouched by Jae-woo tingled with unbearable sensitivity. His overreactive body craved him desperately.
“D-Don’t actually… go crazy…”
Mumbling nonsensically in a panic, Haeyul gripped the collar of Jae-woo’s shirt and tugged upward. Maybe it looked like he was begging because Jae-woo’s eyebrows twitched slightly, but he didn’t say a word—he just yanked off his shirt and tossed it aside.
A sculpted, impossibly perfect body, one that Haeyul could never get used to no matter how many times he saw it, unfolded right before his eyes. He laughed softly as his hands roamed Jae-woo’s hard, burning-hot muscles. It felt so scorching that for a moment, he feared his palms might melt.
“Haeyul-ah.”
“Ugh, y-yeah…”
“Lim Haeyul.”
“Mm, yeah…”
Had Cha Jae-woo used some kind of trick? Otherwise, how could his whole body have become this sensitive in just a matter of minutes?
The way Cha Jae-woo called his name today felt strangely unfamiliar. Every time those large hands moved under his lifted shirt, his whole body shuddered in tiny spasms. It felt as though those hands, sweeping over his skin, were awakening every hidden nerve ending.
“Haah…”
Haeyul wrapped his arms tightly around Jae-woo’s neck, pressing a kiss against his shoulder—and then bit down softly. Jae-woo responded by kissing him again, tugging at his pants with impatient hands.
It wasn’t like they hadn’t rolled around on the bed before, but this was the first time Jae-woo felt this urgent.
His lower body was stripped bare in an instant. Feeling the sudden emptiness, Haeyul instinctively wrapped his legs around Jae-woo’s waist. The friction of their bare skin rubbing together made his already fragile patience snap completely.
Maybe Jae-woo felt the same—he sucked in Haeyul’s tongue before pulling back and quickly yanking Haeyul’s shirt up.
Haeyul loosened his grip around Jae-woo’s neck to make it easier for him to strip the clothes off. In the blink of an eye, only a thin layer of underwear remained. But rather than embarrassment, all he could think was how much faster, how much closer he wanted to be with him.
“Ahh!”
The tip of Jae-woo’s tongue licked down from his neck, traveling swiftly lower.
His chest heaved, almost as if begging for more. Even if it wasn’t intentional, he didn’t care. The truth was he was desperate to have Jae-woo’s hands and mouth on every inch of him.
The legs wrapped around Jae-woo’s waist fell away. The hollow ache was filled immediately as Jae-woo’s hands roamed over him, massaging the sensitive inside of his thighs while the other hand teased the nipple his lips hadn’t reached.
The stimulation was overwhelming, yet it still wasn’t enough. Even though he was finally, finally in Jae-woo’s arms, his thirst only grew.
His nipple, swollen from the constant stimulation, stood out prominently under Jae-woo’s touch, while his erection throbbed, desperate for more.
Unable to bear it, Haeyul lifted one leg and pressed his knee firmly against Jae-woo’s cock, which had been proudly asserting its presence for a while now.
“Ugh.”
Apparently not expecting it, Jae-woo scrunched his brows slightly and looked up at him. Haeyul, panting, pulled Jae-woo’s face down to him.
“I want to touch you too,” he whispered.
There was no rule saying only Jae-woo got to touch. Haeyul laughed softly as he stroked Jae-woo’s perfectly shaped eyebrows. Meanwhile, his leg continued teasing between Jae-woo’s thighs.
“What are you planning to do, acting like this?”
Jae-woo arched an eyebrow and captured Haeyul’s lips once more.
The hand that had been caressing his thigh slid downward, grazing over his straining cock. Soon, Jae-woo’s fingers caught on the waistband of Haeyul’s underwear.
Raising his hips in encouragement, Haeyul replied playfully.
“You already know, so why ask, huh—”
Though he couldn’t finish his sentence—his underwear was yanked down in one swift motion, and Jae-woo’s hand wrapped firmly around his cock—Jae-woo must have understood what he meant.
“Mm, ahh…”
While jerking him off with firm, slow strokes, Jae-woo showered his face with kisses. The kisses were wonderful, but the pleasure building where Jae-woo’s hand held him was absolutely overwhelming.
Haeyul’s hips bucked instinctively, as if trying to drive himself deeper into Jae-woo’s grip. Reacting to his movement, Jae-woo curled his hand into a loose fist, and each time the head of Haeyul’s cock brushed his palm, fresh jolts of pleasure raced through him.
“Ahh!”
Jae-woo suddenly bit down hard on Haeyul’s shoulder. A faint set of teeth marks immediately bloomed, swelling slightly, but strangely, it didn’t hurt at all. If anything, Haeyul wanted him to bite harder—proof enough that he was completely losing it.
“Ahh, hnngh, it feels… so good… ah…”
He rocked his hips shamelessly, no longer caring about his dignity. His whole body trembled, feeling like he was about to come at any second.
“Ugh, why…!”
But just as the orgasm surged to the very tip of his mind, Jae-woo abruptly pulled his hand away.
