His face flushed crimson in an instant. He thought Bae Jung-yoon was utterly twisted for asking such a question so brazenly. Was that really something he had to ask?
Even without an answer, the glare he shot him surely wasn’t lost on Bae Jung-yoon. His eyes widened slightly, then glinted with an even sharper gleam.
“Is it your first time?”
His lips already looked swollen. A dull, tingling sensation spread over his tender skin. The fingers pressing into him dug in harder. The touch was unrelenting—almost obsessive.
“Why the hell do you care?”
“Because it feels good. Knowing what I’ve got in my hands is untouched—brand new.”
Bae Jung-yoon grinned, stretching the corners of his mouth wide. He looked just like a kid who’d gotten his hands on a shiny new toy, absolutely thrilled.
Go Hoon turned his gaze away. Immediately, Bae Jung-yoon lowered his head again—this time not to his lips, but to his neck. He sank his teeth in, biting down slowly and deliberately. Every time those sharp canines scraped his skin, Go Hoon’s shoulders twitched on reflex.
He squeezed his eyes shut. The heat and slickness of that tongue brushing his skin became even more intense. It was ticklish—and at the same time, sent a strange chill through him. His urge to push him away clashed violently with the urge not to.
While he struggled with that, one of Bae Jung-yoon’s hands slipped under his shirt. The deliberate touch slid over his stomach and crept upward until it reached his chest.
It tickled. He tried to hide how sensitive he was, but goosebumps prickled across his skin where the hand touched—impossible to conceal.
Then Bae Jung-yoon began to toy with his flat chest. There wasn’t anything to grab, so why even bother? He didn’t understand—but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything either. If he opened his tightly clenched mouth, he was sure a damp, breathy sound would escape without warning.
He grit his teeth harder. Just then, the lips that had been tormenting one spot on his neck brushed up against his earlobe.
“Haa…”
The moment those sharp teeth bit into the soft flesh, a sharp gasp slipped out—ruining all his efforts to stay quiet. Instinctively, he turned his head away, trying to dodge the lips, but Bae Jung-yoon followed him persistently. His tongue traced the curve of Hoon’s ear, circling the cartilage.
The wet, squelching sound of the tongue brushing his ear grew louder, clearer. Sight, touch, sound—every sense was overwhelmed. Under the barrage of stimulation, his body finally began to respond below. The arousal blooming in his lower half couldn’t be denied.
He could feel his cock swelling—blatantly. With Bae Jung-yoon’s body pressed against his, there was no way he hadn’t noticed. Still hovering near his ear, Bae Jung-yoon let out a low laugh. At the same time, the hand that had been teasing his chest gently changed its pressure.
“Ah…!”
Go Hoon let out a sharp cry. When Bae Jung-yoon scraped his nipple with the edge of his nail, a flash of pain shot through him—and his back arched off the bed. The unfamiliar sensation completely hijacked his thoughts.
None of this felt real. Just minutes ago, he had told Bae Jung-yoon he was canceling the contract—and now, here he was, panting under him. Everything that happened after he stepped out of Woo Gun-hyung’s car already felt like a distant memory.
“What’re you thinking about, Hoon-ah? You should be focusing on me.”
That husky voice came alongside the rough grinding of a hand across his chest. Somehow, Bae Jung-yoon had instantly caught the moment his mind wandered.
At some point, his shirt had been pushed all the way up, exposing his entire upper body. Bae Jung-yoon’s lips touched his sternum. Hoon’s heart pounded hard, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.
But he didn’t stop there. He wrapped his lips around a nipple. The sensation instantly made Hoon recoil, and he tried to push him away, but Bae Jung-yoon caught his hand. Their fingers locked tight—and he pinned Hoon’s arm down against the mattress.
The way his tongue latched onto his skin was bizarre. The area Bae Jung-yoon was stimulating became unusually sensitive—like it would when exposed to cold. While he was caught up in the strange sensation, his belt buckle came undone.
Go Hoon didn’t stop him from pulling down the zipper. His cock was aching, so hard it felt like it might burst. All he wanted now was to relieve the pressure building down there.
The lips clinging to his skin finally released. With quick, practiced hands, Bae Jung-yoon stripped him of his jeans and t-shirt. Even his thin underwear was gone in seconds—leaving him completely exposed.
Bae Jung-yoon took off his shirt next. His broad, muscular torso came into view. Without thinking, Go Hoon stared, utterly entranced.
He took in the sight of that body again. That inverted triangle shape, the sharply cut hip bones—it made him unconsciously gasp in awe every time.
Maybe he’d been staring too obviously. A quiet chuckle rang out from above. Go Hoon, late to react, finally rolled his eyes upward. That wide, dazzling smile filled his vision.
“Do you like my body?”
The shameless question made his face burn. He couldn’t bring himself to say no. Even as a fellow man, he had to admit—Bae Jung-yoon had a body worth wanting.
Instead of answering, he turned away. Still watching him, Bae Jung-yoon slipped off the rest of his clothes. Soon, his cock—massive and fully erect—came into view. It stood like a coiled beast, veins bulging grotesquely across its surface.
He gripped the thick shaft and gave it a couple slow strokes. Then, shifting slightly on his knees, he reached out with his other hand, wrapping it around Hoon’s cock lying against his stomach, and began stroking it slowly.
“Ugh…”
Go Hoon’s thighs tensed as his hips jerked. The direct stimulation sent a jolt of pleasure through him. He swallowed hard, eyebrows knitting in restraint.
Then their cocks touched. Bae Jung-yoon’s, thicker and heavier, settled over his. He felt its weight—hot, damp—and pulsing vividly.
Holding the two shafts together in one hand, Bae Jung-yoon started moving his hips. Their slippery cocks, slick with precum, rubbed and slid against each other, creating friction.
“Ah…”
A hot breath escaped from Go Hoon’s parted lips. It felt different—completely different from being touched by hand. Was it because he knew exactly what was grinding against him? That the solid weight pressing down on his own cock belonged to someone else? Or maybe it was the image of Bae Jung-yoon, lazily exhaling, slowly rocking his hips above him—that was what made it feel so intense.
His flat stomach flexed with each slow movement, revealing defined muscle. The slanted sunlight cast shadows across the contours of his abs.
Even as Go Hoon’s eyes flicked restlessly, he couldn’t ignore the fact that those pitch-black eyes were fixed on him. He could feel the weight of that relentless gaze against his face.
Furrowing his brows, he gasped for breath. A sudden urge to anchor himself gripped him, and he instinctively clutched the blanket tightly in both hands. Above him, Bae Jung-yoon’s breath also came out ragged and heavy.
“Haah… Hoon-ah.”
The moment his name left those lips, Bae Jung-yoon pressed in deeper between his legs. As his thighs were lifted from beneath, Go Hoon’s legs naturally raised. The feeling of their cocks grinding against each other was insanely good—so good it made his head spin.
The slow rhythm of Bae Jung-yoon’s hips gradually sped up. At the same time, he reached out and gently cradled Hoon’s jaw, like he was toying with the idea of crushing it in his grip.
But he didn’t apply pressure. His hand simply rested there—yet for some reason, Go Hoon felt like he couldn’t breathe.
Leaning in close, Bae Jung-yoon stared at him intensely, as if he refused to miss a single flicker of response.
Go Hoon looked up at him through furrowed brows. The distance between them had shrunk so much, he had nowhere else to look but directly into his face.
Everything else faded into the background. His mind was wiped clean. There was no guilt, no shame, no hesitation. Just the sensation of flesh against flesh, rubbing raw.
The searing heat of their skin grinding together sent fire through his nerves. The rough pace of their hips made their balls slap together. The weight pressing down on him, the way Bae Jung-yoon moved on top of him—it all blurred the line between this and actual penetration.
His arousal kept climbing, growing sharper and more unbearable with each thrust. His mind went white, and the pleasure surged up before he could brace for it.
“Hnngh…!”
Go Hoon came first. He felt the rush of heat erupt from his body as his hips trembled violently. He didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed about the cum splattered across his chest—because even as he was climaxing, Bae Jung-yoon never stopped grinding against him.
“Ah—haah…!”
Only gasps and broken moans spilled from his mouth. The pleasure was too much to bear. He clutched at Bae Jung-yoon’s forearm, desperate to hold on to something—but it was useless. Even as Hoon’s cock went soft from overstimulation, Bae Jung-yoon kept rubbing against him.
Apparently, that still wasn’t enough.
In the end, Bae Jung-yoon grabbed his own cock and jerked it roughly until he came—hard.
Thick, hot cum splattered across Go Hoon’s torso, dripping down his skin. It struck his chest, even splashing beneath his chin.
Go Hoon’s chest heaved violently. The overwhelming, almost painful stimulation had finally come to a halt.
But just because the act had ended didn’t mean his mind had caught up. He felt dazed—completely out of it. The aftershocks of orgasm still had him pinned down.
He didn’t want to move a single muscle. He just wanted to lie there, limp and blank. But Bae Jung-yoon clearly had other plans. His grip tightened around Hoon’s thighs.
“Turn over, Hoon-ah.”
Turn over?
The command echoed in his head. A prickle of unease crept up his spine. His gaze dropped downward without thinking.
Bae Jung-yoon’s cock was still fully erect—so stiff it was hard to believe he’d just come.
Only then did a sliver of clarity return. A dreadful realization hit him, and Go Hoon spoke up, voice barely above a whisper.
“…You’re not going to put it in, are you?”
His voice had dropped without him realizing. He flinched at how small he sounded. But Bae Jung-yoon, utterly composed, answered with a cool, rhetorical question.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
