“What did you just say? You’re older than me?”
“Well, I’m still younger than your real age, but I’m older than the twenty-one-year-old Hwang Seol-bin.”
I stared at Kang Biso, completely dumbfounded. He’d always followed me around like a puppy, calling me hyung with those bright, eager eyes—and now he tells me he’s older than Hwang Seol-bin?
I couldn’t wrap my head around it and finally managed to ask, still dazed,
“Wait… Then why have you been calling me hyung this whole time? You knew I was younger than you…”
“I just wanted you to dote on me a little.”
That sounded ridiculous—but I couldn’t deny it. I really had found it cute when he called me hyung.
“So… about that.”
He trailed off mid-sentence and, with a coy look, slipped his hand into mine like he was trying to butter me up.
“Can I keep calling you hyung?”
“Huh? What kind of—”
“I mean, you’re still technically older than me if we’re going by your real age, right? So it’s not wrong.”
“Still…”
“I just want to be your adorable younger boyfriend forever. Okay?”
He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes with a playful glint, rubbing his cheek against my hand like a cat begging for affection. Honestly, he looked more like a sly fox than anything else.
“Can’t I…?”
“…”
“Please? Hyuung~”
Seeing someone with that kind of build act so needy in such a sugary tone made me let out a laugh without meaning to. Seriously, how was I supposed to say no to this? The contrast between his size and those puppyish antics was ridiculous—but somehow, it suited him. Like a fox trapped in a bear’s body.
He didn’t even need to pull this kind of stunt. It’s not like I cared that much about what he called me.
“Call me whatever you want. Hyung, Seol-bin—it’s up to you.”
“Then hyung! I like calling you hyung.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Kang Biso looked overjoyed at my permission, calling me hyung over and over like he was testing the sound. Just a moment ago, he’d seemed like a cunning little fox, but now he was all wagging-tail energy—pure puppy mode.
Then, without warning, his face moved in close. I froze in surprise, and he gently pressed his lips to mine.
“Hyung.”
“Wh-what…?”
“Please spoil me.”
“Huh? Wait—what?”
Spoil him? The hell did that mean? My brain scrambled to keep up with the situation, but then I caught a glimpse of his face. His expression had shifted—calm, composed, and in his eyes, a clear and raw hunger.
I swallowed hard.
His words were sweet, but the look he gave me said he wanted to devour me whole. Like he was warning me exactly where this was going. The tension prickled down my spine.
Without saying anything else, Kang Biso slid his hand smoothly around my waist and traced a line down my side.
“Can I?”
He asked for permission even as he lifted my wrist and pressed a soft kiss against it. Then, almost teasingly, he bit the tender skin on the inside—lightly but firmly. Just like an overexcited puppy losing control.
A strange, ticklish shiver shot through me, and before I knew it, I gave in with a reluctant nod.
Seeing my answer, Kang Biso ran his tongue across his lips, let go of my hand, and pulled me in by the back of my head. His mouth landed on the curve of my neck.
“Ah…!”
His lips were warm, his breath hot, and my heart pounded so loud I thought it might burst. I couldn’t help but wonder—if he heard it, would he flash me that dazzling smile again?
Maybe he could tell I was thinking something stupid, because he started kissing my neck again—like he was turning up the heat on purpose. He pecked, licked, gently nibbled—each movement slow and deliberate, drawing out every reaction from my body.
The warmth that began at my neck spread like wildfire, soaking into every inch of me. Then, without hesitation, Kang Biso lifted his head and captured my lips.
“Mmph…”
His tongue slipped between my lips, soft and wet, tangling with mine in a kiss that was both smooth and sticky. He kissed me like he owned me—like he was trying to claim every part of me. It was deep, long, and suffocating—but that intensity only made my body burn hotter.
I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.
That was all the encouragement he needed.
His kiss grew rougher, greedier—like he wanted to leave nothing untouched. It was overwhelming. I gasped and pulled back, lips tingling and breath heaving.
“Haa…”
I was the one gasping for air, but somehow it felt like he was the one leaving me breathless. My eyes found his, and I couldn’t look away.
I didn’t want to.
I tightened my arms around his neck without thinking—and in a voice soaked with warmth, he whispered,
“…Hyung, I love you.”
The confession overflowed with deep affection. Kang Biso had always been so open with his emotions. His tender, unfiltered declarations of love melted through my guarded heart with ease—steadily, gently, and irresistibly—leaving me powerless to resist and pulling me in deeper every time.
Caught in the spell of his seductive words, I found myself impulsively kissing Kang Biso. Unlike before, I traced the seam of his tightly sealed lips with my tongue, whispering something I never thought I’d say.
“More… please, give me more…”
“Haah… You’re driving me insane.”
Kang Biso let out a deep sigh, then suddenly swept me up into his arms as though he’d reached his limit.
“You started this, hyung.”
In one swift motion, he laid me down on the bed, yanked off his shirt, and climbed on top of me. His half-lidded eyes bore down on me, his hot breath escaping through parted lips, and the tension in his furrowed brows left no trace of his usual playfulness.
“Do you even know what you’re asking for, riling me up like this? Hmm?”
“…You said you wanted me to act cute.”
“Hah.”
At my response, Kang Biso let out a breathless, incredulous laugh. Then, without warning, he began yanking off my clothes like he was tearing through wrapping paper. Startled by his urgency, I reached out to stop him—but before I could react, I was stripped down to just my underwear and caught in another deep kiss.
The momentary shock faded beneath the softness of his lips. Every time his tongue brushed the roof of my mouth, goosebumps rippled across my skin. When he curled his tongue around mine, it felt like I was being bound—tied to him in a way I couldn’t escape.
His kisses gradually trailed lower, leaving behind searing marks wherever they landed. Lips and teeth explored every inch of my skin, claiming me, igniting sparks of pleasure with the slightest touch. My body, already flushed with heat, trembled uncontrollably, and Kang Biso smiled like a beast marking its territory.
“I was going to be the cute one, but hyung… you’re even cuter.”
“…Shut up.”
I wanted to say, Because I’m embarrassed, but the words caught in my throat. Kang Biso was still looking at me—taking in every inch of me like I was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. Then, with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, he leaned in for another kiss.
As our lips met, I felt his hand slowly slide down my side, caressing me with a touch that was shamelessly lewd. That wandering hand made its way to my chest.
“Nngh…”
His fingers grazed my chest, pausing over one of my nipples exposed to the cool air. I shivered from the sudden jolt of sensation.
I watched, trembling, as Kang Biso’s kisses moved lower—from my lips to my neck, and then down to my chest. His tongue began flicking gently against my nipple.
“Haah…”
The soft, deliberate licks made my toes curl. But he didn’t stop there. He began sucking as if to devour it, alternating between drawing it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.
While his mouth worked one side, his hand found the other. It wasn’t as delicate as his tongue, but the pressure of his fingers—twisting, teasing, pinching—left me gasping.
He finally lifted his head slightly and grinned in satisfaction at the reddened, swollen peak. Then, trailing kisses further down, Kang Biso stopped at the waistband of my underwear.
“Ah—!”
“Haah…”
He pulled my underwear down in one smooth motion, and my cock sprang free. Even though this wasn’t the first time, I flushed with embarrassment at being so exposed. But the shame vanished the instant Kang Biso leaned in and took me into his mouth.
“Ah—wait, Kang Biso… ah!”
The sensation of his hot, wet mouth engulfing me made my mind go blank. The head of my cock bumped against the roof of his mouth, and he took me in deep—so deep I could feel the tightness of his throat. Somehow, even with my cock buried inside him, his tongue continued to move, lapping and teasing the underside.
“Haaah!”
Slowly, he began bobbing his head, making it feel like I was thrusting into him. The mix of guilt and overwhelming pleasure made my vision blur with stars. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I reached out instinctively and pressed a hand to his head, trying to push him away—trying to ease the unbearable intensity. But watching myself disappear into his mouth and slide back out again was too much.
Kang Biso opened his mouth wide once more, swallowing me whole again. The obscene sounds and sticky warmth pushed me to my limit.
“Haah… ngh, ugh!”
I tried to resist the rising urge to climax, my hips trembling, but Kang Biso’s relentless sucking broke through every barrier.
“Ah—Kang Biso…!”
With a cry, I came deep inside his mouth. Still reeling from the high, I reached out and gently pushed at his shoulder. Kang Biso didn’t resist. He let my cock slip from his mouth and caught the spill in his hand.
“Haah…”
Without a trace of shame, he idly played with the sticky mess in his palm.
“Kang Biso, seriously… clean that up. It’s dirty.”
“Not even a little. Nothing about this is dirty.”
“But… ah.”
I trailed off as his hand drifted down, cupping my ass and sliding between the cheeks. The sensation of semen being rubbed over my entrance made me freeze.
I already knew what was coming.
I bit my lip. Just as expected, his fingers circled the rim—and then one pressed in.
“Eek!”
No matter how many times it happened, I couldn’t get used to this feeling. It was a violation of something meant to remain closed, and the discomfort was unbearable.
I hadn’t even recovered from my climax, and now I was panting again as his fingers stretched me open. One finger became two, then three. Kang Biso’s face, flushed red, was focused and intense, his breathing ragged.
“Ah… Kang Biso…”
I reached out for him instinctively. He met my gaze and smiled—a slow, seductive curl of his lips, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
He clasped my hand with his free one and brought it to his lips, kissing each finger deeply. Every place his lips touched felt like it was on fire. Even as he did that, the fingers inside me didn’t slow—they thrust deeper, faster, sending jolts through my hips.
“Nngh!”
And when he hit that one spot, a moan burst out of me.
“Ahhh!”
Just like before, the pleasure rolled over me in waves, making my body convulse. Even after cumming once, I was already hard again, twitching with need.
“Ugh… Kang… Biso…”
My hazy gaze drifted to the bulge in Kang Biso’s pants. The shape of his cock was clearly outlined beneath the fabric.
He must be burning up inside.
“Please… hurry. Put it in already…”
