The kiss that began at the front door continued all the way up the stairs.
Inho climbed the steps with Haon in his arms. Haon gave a slight kick, signaling that he wanted to be put down, but the gesture was casually ignored. Truthfully, Haon didn’t seem all that serious about wanting to be let go either.
“Ha, ah…”
Completely swept up in the kiss, Haon grew bolder. Whenever Inho pulled back his tongue, Haon would dive in first, entangling their heated bodies, clinging tightly to Inho’s neck as if unwilling to part for even a moment.
Inho gladly accepted Haon’s clumsy kisses. He didn’t forget to gently rub Haon’s back from time to time, as if reminding him to breathe. Unlike Haon, he appeared composed—at least on the surface.
“Would you like some water?”
Once they stepped into the room, Inho pressed a soft kiss to Haon’s fevered forehead. It was Inho who had climbed the long flight of stairs, yet Haon was the one panting for air.
He’d never kissed someone this long before, and his breath wouldn’t calm. Even though Inho had taken his time and kept the pace gentle, Haon’s ragged breathing only grew louder.
“Yes…”
Nodding, Haon leaned in again and pressed their lips together first. Inho chuckled softly at the sight of him.
Sensing the vibration of Inho’s laugh through his neck, Haon blinked. ‘What’s so funny?’
“You’re just too cute, Haon.”
Inho strolled leisurely to the bed. Haon, who had been eagerly sucking on Inho’s lips, flushed red at the word cute. And yet, he’d just done things far more embarrassing without a second thought.
With a quiet laugh, Inho supported Haon’s back and gently laid him down on the bed. His touch was as tender as if handling a sleeping child. He didn’t release his hands until Haon’s body was fully settled on the mattress.
Rustle—the sound of the crumpling sheets blended with the pounding of Haon’s heart.
“I’ll get you some water.”
Inho brushed back Haon’s fine hair as he spoke, then smiled at him as he nodded before getting up from the bed.
He pulled a bottle of water from the fridge beside the bathroom door but didn’t immediately return. Instead, he stood there silently, staring at the bed.
The image of someone lying on his bed felt unfamiliar. It was the first time he had ever brought another person into his bedroom.
Inho took a moment to take in the strange yet mesmerizing sight. Even though he’d already seen it enough, he still wanted to look again. He felt like he’d never get tired of seeing it, no matter how many times he did.
Haon hadn’t moved a muscle since Inho laid him down. He stared blankly at the ceiling, only fidgeting slightly with his hands and feet. Even those tiny gestures carried the weight of nervous tension.
Then, perhaps feeling that Inho was taking too long, Haon cautiously lifted his head. Just like when he had peeked into the elevator, he poked his head up with a curious look, and Inho couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
‘He’s laughing again.’
Haon, slightly embarrassed, rubbed his cheek—only to feel his lips brush against his fingers. His lips, slick with saliva, suddenly made him self-conscious.
“Uh… Inho-ssi, your shoes.”
As he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, Haon’s eyes widened as they landed on Inho’s feet. He was still wearing his dress shoes.
Inho looked down at where Haon was timidly pointing and let out a quiet chuckle. He must’ve forgotten to take them off while helping Haon with his.
“I forgot.”
So he wasn’t as composed as he seemed—he was just as excited as Haon.
Still grinning, Inho removed his shoes and climbed onto the bed. The rustling of the sheets made Haon visibly tense up again—despite all the kissing they had already done.
Haon awkwardly mouthed at the air, then once again avoided Inho’s gaze.
“Ah…”
But before he could sink too far into his nerves, the cool surface of a water bottle pressed against his heated cheek, making him startle and look up at Inho again.
“My hands are trembling a little,” Inho murmured, lightly rubbing the bottle against Haon’s cheek. The playful smile on his lips didn’t quite match the confession.
“It’s the first time I’ve had someone else lying in my bed.”
He leaned in close, whispering that in truth, he was very nervous. Sitting right beside Haon now, he even let out an exaggerated breath and ran a hand down his chest to calm himself.
“M-Me too…”
Following suit, Haon mirrored the motion, running his own hand over his chest. Realizing he wasn’t the only one tense, a small wave of relief softened his expression.
‘But wait… it’s the first time someone’s been in his bed?’
Haon turned Inho’s words over in his head as his gaze wandered across the spacious room. ‘Could that really be true?’ It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Inho, but it was hard to believe—hard to accept that he might be the first to share this space with him.
“It’s true.”
As if reading his thoughts, Inho smiled gently and unscrewed the cap of the water bottle. Instead of handing it over, he took a drink first himself.
‘He must be thirsty too,’ Haon thought.
But just as that thought crossed his mind, Inho leaned in, lips still full of water, and kissed him.
The soft press of their lips was followed by the rush of cool liquid into Haon’s mouth. As he instinctively tried to swallow, Inho supported the back of his neck, lifting him slightly.
Gulp.
Inho waited patiently, gently stroking Haon’s bobbing throat with his thumb as he drank. When he was sure there was no water left, he searched Haon’s mouth with his tongue and pressed down again, caressing the tender flesh.
As if he’d been waiting for this, Haon eagerly responded, his tongue following Inho’s. He timidly touched Inho’s shoulder, then wrapped his arms around him.
And just like that, the fire between them reignited.
Now that he’d learned the taste of a kiss, Haon clung to Inho like he was addicted. The more their sensitive skin rubbed together, the more the unfamiliar ecstasy spread from the tips of his toes to every strand of his hair.
He wanted to keep kissing until morning broke.
Haon found it strange—how he was tilting his head of his own accord, trying to go deeper. Before, whenever someone pushed their tongue into his mouth, he’d feel like crying…
His eyes suddenly fluttered open, his pupils briefly dazed. But soon, he refocused on Inho, his tongue moving more persistently.
Though clumsy, Haon’s kisses carried intensity, bringing a smile to Inho’s lips as his hand slipped beneath Haon’s clothes.
“Hnn….”
When his fingers glided up the smooth skin beneath Haon’s thick knit sweater, Haon’s waist gave a soft twitch. Inho fondly stroked that narrow, quivering waist, then moved up to gently knead his chest. Haon’s moan deepened, tickling Inho’s heart.
With each shared breath that escaped through their locked lips, the tension in Inho’s lower half grew tighter. The delicate sensation of Haon’s skin under his hands only heightened his arousal.
There wasn’t a single place on Haon’s body that wasn’t soft. Even the parts not visible to the eye were tender—warm and sensitive.
Inho, still caressing Haon’s chest, slowly slid his hand downward and unfastened his pants.
The zipper came down to reveal a pair of familiar briefs, densely patterned with tiny polka dots. They looked like the kind Haon might’ve worn since his school days. The well-worn cotton was now puffed out, looking adorably stretched.
“Haah…”
When Inho touched the bulge through the briefs, Haon squeezed his legs together, his heels scraping at the sheets. Then, slowly, his thighs parted again.
With his eyes tightly shut, Haon looked like he was trying to brace himself—so unbearably lovely that Inho couldn’t resist.
Losing his composure, Inho slipped his fingers inside the underwear. Haon’s legs instinctively flinched as though to push him away, but the moment Inho’s warm hand wrapped around the now-erect cock, his resistance melted.
Inho stroked him up and down with gentle pressure, coaxing out pleasure while repeatedly kissing Haon’s flushed face. He pressed his thumb against the leaking tip, smearing the slick precum.
“Ahhn!”
The sudden jolt of stimulation made Haon’s thighs shudder and his back arch. His hands clutched tightly onto Inho’s shoulders.
Supporting the lifted waist with one arm, Inho raised Haon’s legs and removed both his pants and underwear completely.
He stripped off the knit top as well, then began to hungrily worship Haon’s chest, lapping and teasing as if savoring melted ice cream.
With stimulation coming from both above and below, Haon started to writhe slightly.
Though his body twisted as if to push Inho away, his cock only grew harder with each touch—clearly craving more. The sticky precum trickling out was undeniable proof.
Inho reached down and unzipped his own pants, exposing his pulsing cock. Compared to Haon, it was considerably larger—its very size giving off an almost threatening aura.
Positioned between Haon’s spread thighs, Inho pressed himself fully against him, their bodies now completely overlapped.
As their hardened shafts pressed together, Inho pushed down from above, pinning Haon beneath him.
“Ah…!”
The concentrated heat between them collided, making Haon’s head fall back. Inho began to suck on his throat, moving his hips to rub their stiff cocks against one another.
A warm, viscous fluid dripped down past Haon’s testicles, sliding toward his perineum.
At the same time, a sudden flush surged to the corners of Haon’s eyes.
He blinked through the moisture welling up, drawing in ragged breaths. It felt like he could burst into tears at any moment. His head was spinning with an onslaught of emotions that defied explanation.
“Ha, ah… uh.”
One second it felt unbearably good, the next a wave of anxiety hit him out of nowhere, making him want to run away. But despite the emotional turbulence, his body responded instinctively—welcoming Inho without hesitation.
When Inho tugged at his pants, Haon reflexively lifted his hips. When the head of Inho’s cock brushed against his wet perineum, he subtly tightened his thighs in anticipation.
He moved quickly, almost too efficiently. As though trying not to frustrate the alpha who was preparing to claim him.
“Haon-ssi.”
Suddenly, Inho stopped and straightened up, his body still trembling with restraint. His voice was low, threaded with heavy breaths, clearly trying to calm the fire inside him.
“Are you okay?”
