Min Yugeon wasn’t unaware of the origin of the anxiety that tormented him. His feelings for Seo Suho were so immense, so heavy, that they cracked under their own weight. Love, when incomplete in its form, could only give rise to unease and restlessness.
Whenever he revealed that anxiety, Seo Suho never failed to soothe it. With eyes full of affection and a gentle touch, he scattered the darkness that clung to Min Yugeon.
But had he ever received comfort as sweet as this?
A confession of love, and the words that they would be together. Hearing those two things he had longed for most from Seo Suho, Min Yugeon went momentarily blank.
“…Is that really true?”
He barely managed to speak, his voice trembling so pitifully even to his own ears.
“You’re not allowed to take it back.”
He could feel the tears beginning to pool, emotions surging so strongly they left his eyes damp. Min Yugeon quickly lowered his head. The worry flashed through his mind—what if Seo Suho was getting tired of how easily he cried? He thought it pathetic that he couldn’t even manage his own emotions, but in front of Seo Suho, it felt as though his heart lay completely exposed, unable to hide anything at all.
“You’re the one who better not change your mind.”
Seo Suho held Min Yugeon’s face and kissed the corner of his eye.
“You’re the one who said we’d go together.”
“…”
Reflexively blinking, Min Yugeon lifted his eyes to meet Seo Suho’s.
Seo Suho had no idea just how greedy, how selfish he truly was.
He wanted to make sure that Seo Suho, kind to everyone by nature, would show that warmth to no one but him. He wanted to keep everyone away, to keep them from even approaching. He wanted to hold those black eyes—sparkling like they’d been dusted with gold—so they looked only at him, even if it meant forcing them.
A life where no one else interfered, just the two of them alone—such a life with Seo Suho felt like a delusion brought to life. There was no way he was going to give up a dream like this.
“As if I ever would.”
Min Yugeon stared at Seo Suho and spoke.
“I wish we could leave tomorrow.”
“…What?”
Seo Suho let out a faint laugh, like it was absurd. But it didn’t last long—underwater, Min Yugeon’s large hand gently gripped his waist and began to caress, making Seo Suho flinch.
“We can’t right now, obviously. Since we’re like this.”
“…!”
Ah—Seo Suho let out a small gasp. Min Yugeon had slowly lowered his hand and grabbed his ass, firmly. As he parted the cheeks and pulled down slightly, Seo Suho inhaled sharply, grabbing hold of Min Yugeon’s arm.
The cock inside him, as if it wanted to leave its mark beyond the path it had already carved, moved restlessly with every motion of Min Yugeon’s hips. The way it stirred up his insides washed Seo Suho’s mind blank with surging pleasure, and he gripped Min Yugeon tightly.
He had completely forgotten that Min Yugeon hadn’t come yet.
“Hhngh!”
Thud—the powerful thrust made Seo Suho’s upper body arch. Min Yugeon held him tightly so he wouldn’t slip, then bit into the base of his neck.
“Feels good, huu… Suho.”
As mental satisfaction and physical ecstasy collided, Min Yugeon was swept into euphoric bliss, letting out a hot breath. His hips began moving even rougher.
“Ah, ngh…”
The water sloshed loudly, occasionally splashing up to their faces. Seo Suho, eyes closed, held Min Yugeon’s head tightly against him.
“You’re so hot inside… Is it because I’ve been fucking you for so long?”
“Ugh, mm—”
“Can’t I just live inside here?”
“…What kind of stupid—ah!”
The sincerity in his voice was far too intense to be brushed off as a joke. A chill ran through Seo Suho. He tried to scoff and push back with a snide remark, but the pounding cock driving into him made it impossible to form anything coherent.
Min Yugeon’s lips traced along Seo Suho’s throat, his shoulder, and down to his collarbone. He was satisfied by how red and bruised Seo Suho’s skin had become under his marks. The moans echoing in the bathroom, the way Seo Suho’s insides clung and sucked at his cock like they were trying to milk him—none of it left room for any rational thought.
“Mmmph…!”
It was already deep—so why did he keep trying to go deeper? Seo Suho gasped, short and ragged. The relentless thrusts showed no signs of slowing, even underwater. The stimulation was too much; there wasn’t a hint of that serene comfort normally felt in a warm bath. Min Yugeon watched him with a lust-filled grin, face flushed from the heat, all trace of composure gone.
Unable to endure the pace any longer, Seo Suho finally collapsed forward. Head bowed over Min Yugeon’s shoulder, he moaned helplessly as the movement came to a halt.
The pleasure-laced sound of Seo Suho’s voice right by his ear, the breath spilling over his skin—everything about it was so incredibly erotic that Min Yugeon felt like his mind had gone blank.
“…”
With Seo Suho pressed tight against him, Min Yugeon sank to his knees, leaning forward. Surprised by the sudden change in position, Seo Suho widened his eyes and clung to Min Yugeon’s neck.
“Ahh! Nngh, ugh!”
“Hah, Suho…”
Min Yugeon drove into him like a man possessed. Every time Seo Suho’s stretched entrance clenched around his cock from a surge of pleasure, it twitched and pulsed, sending jolts of stimulation through both of them. Min Yugeon plunged deeper and deeper, aiming for the tight, scorching place that swallowed down the head of his cock—the furthest point he could reach.
After shuddering again and again, Seo Suho finally lost his grip on Min Yugeon. He didn’t sink into the water thanks to Min Yugeon supporting the back of his head and his back, but instinctively, his body tensed up.
“Kgh…!”
The tight squeeze felt as if it might sever his cock, and Min Yugeon winced, tilting his head back. With his cock buried fully inside Seo Suho, thick and stretched to its limit, he froze completely. The force of the final thrust had been so strong it made Seo Suho’s whole body jolt; he swallowed a gasp and blindly fumbled to grab Min Yugeon’s shoulder.
Semen leaking from Seo Suho’s cock drifted into the bathwater around them. As his body trembled violently, Min Yugeon finally released inside him.
Min Yugeon slowly lowered his gaze. Watching Seo Suho climax with such an obscenely beautiful expression, he murmured inwardly that he couldn’t afford to make a mistake inside him again—and yet, he instinctively pushed his hips in once more, holding himself firmly in place.
“It’s too deep—ah, ngh…”
Seo Suho shook his head frantically and tried to push Min Yugeon away by the chest, but their bodies, soaked with water and sweat, only slipped against each other. It was less of a push and more of a soft stroke across his hypersensitive, overheated skin in the aftermath of orgasm. Min Yugeon leaned in, eyes darkened with lust. He bit down softly, then slowly devoured Seo Suho’s quivering lips.
Though he was still aware of the cock lodged deep inside him, Seo Suho surrendered as Min Yugeon refrained from moving his hips and instead simply kissed him—calmly, gently. As he parted his lips slightly, a thick tongue slipped inside as if it had been waiting, curling around Seo Suho’s and rubbing against it wetly.
The soft, wet friction of their lips and tongues echoed faintly through the bathroom. The kiss lingered as long as it took for their ragged breathing, heightened by exertion, to settle down again.
“Haa…”
Their feverish mouths finally parted, leaving a string of saliva hanging between them. Both of them, panting, exchanged heated glances, their eyes heavy with the remnants of desire.
“Aren’t your knees hurting?”
Seo Suho gently touched Min Yugeon’s ear, then glanced down. Min Yugeon had been kneeling on the hard tub floor with Seo Suho straddling his thighs, bearing his full weight. A flicker of concern crossed Seo Suho’s mind—what if it had strained his bones?
“I’m fine. I actually like this position.”
With a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, Min Yugeon ran his fingers slowly down Seo Suho’s spine. Seo Suho froze, suddenly reminded that Min Yugeon had been supporting him this entire time. Even now, with exhaustion setting in and their energy spent, Min Yugeon showed not even a hint of faltering. His strength was unreal—inhuman.
“Come to think of it, there’s a position we both like, isn’t there?”
Min Yugeon whispered while continuing to stroke Seo Suho’s skin without pause. Seo Suho gave him a puzzled look, as if to ask what he meant.
Grinning slyly, Min Yugeon rubbed Seo Suho’s pronounced shoulder blade.
“Standing.”
He remembered clearly the position Seo Suho had once firmly forbidden. Seo Suho, with a body that responded to almost anything, had completely crumbled from the overwhelming pleasure in that stance. The sight of him collapsing helplessly, drenched and dripping below, was something Min Yugeon could never forget.
Seo Suho could feel the cock nestled inside him beginning to stir again.
…How could it get hard again after coming like that? A chill crept down his spine. Min Yugeon wasn’t just like a monster—he was one.
“I said that position was off-limits.”
Seo Suho looked up at Min Yugeon and poked his firm chest with a finger. Even though it had happened only once, Seo Suho hadn’t forgotten the way he’d completely lost control, pressed up against the wall, and came without even realizing it.
That was the first time he truly understood that too much pleasure could be terrifying. Looking back, he wondered if what truly scared him was the sense of helplessness—of his body slipping entirely beyond his own control from overstimulation.
Though tonight, he had already lost even more of his composure.
