Cha-hyeon caught Se-min mid-spasm—snatching him up in the aftershocks of climax—and shifted his position. His tingling back met the plush mattress. Between his aching knees and thighs, a sore, heavy sense of release unfurled.
“……”
As he tried to steady his ragged breathing, Se-min met the eyes of Cha-hyeon looking down at him. A reddish flush had crept up his cheeks; those black irises, drowned in rapture, were fixed on him.
“Something so precious you want it with everything you are.”Â
“Facing him like a master you want to worship.”Â
Of course the act Cha-hyeon had promised flashed through his mind. Wheezing, Se-min swallowed.
That stare—watching him, no, ogling him—raised a shiver of gooseflesh threaded with sexual tension. Below his navel, his cock, still hard and denied release, gave a taut twitch. Without taking his eyes off him, Cha-hyeon peeled away the slick condom.
The shaft that thin film had hidden was bared in raw detail. Fist closing around the vein-swollen, on-the-edge length, he began to stroke as he stared at Se-min. Propping himself up on a tense elbow, Se-min let his lips part, dazed.
“Haa, f—…”
The way Cha-hyeon’s gaze swept the Pair Guide’s naked body—hunting only for the spots that would make him come—was indecent to the point of obscenity. Se-min’s breath cinched. Those desire-drenched pupils drinking in his nakedness made it impossible to look away.
Still pumping that weighty column up and down, Cha-hyeon finally fixed his gaze on Se-min’s face. The faint pinch between his brows, the belly muscles flinching under strain, the hard thighs flexing in sudden pulses.
“Huuh, Se-min-ah… Ji Se-min…”
Se-min’s already excited breath began to tremble. He could see the cock twitch like it was about to spill, precum beading and dribbling in little spurts. And there—half-hidden past his thigh—the wristwatch on Cha-hyeon’s left wrist.
“Uhp…!”
Startled as if burned, Se-min’s eyes skittered off to nowhere. He’d only just shot that water-thin semen, and already tension was knotting low again.
“Eyes on me. Mm?”
The low, roughened voice used honorifics, yet it landed like an order. Se-min’s throat bobbed. The instant his trembling eyes found Cha-hyeon again, he came with a strangled, smothered moan.
“Ngh….”
A still-generous load splashed across his skin. In the suddenly quiet room, their harsh breathing rang out. Staring at the spurts of Cha-hyeon’s release strewn over his legs, thighs, and the flat plane of his belly, Se-min swallowed again.
Just the visual proof that he’d gone into heat from being watched filled him with a strange, mental euphoria. The alcohol had clearly turned the feelings up even hotter.
His chest heaved. His head burned. The traces of pleasure on Cha-hyeon’s face made him look madly lovable.
I want to kiss him.
“I want to kiss you. Let’s kiss.”
At the unhesitating demand, Cha-hyeon’s brows curved, delighted. With a soft laugh, he bent slowly, as if even touching him felt too precious to rush.
“Mm. Gladly.”
Hearing him murmur the exact line he’d used accepting the proposal—absurdly cute—snapped what little reason Se-min had left.
He lunged first, kissing him hard. The low chuckle that answered tasted like wine.
***
“……”
Se-min felt like he finally understood how humans could fall so easily to drink, beauty, and sex.
Just last night, he’d gotten drunk and had mind-blowing sex with a beautiful man. Now he lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling.
He’d been up for a while, rumpled and disheveled, but he only dawdled, unable to peel himself out of bed. The bright hotel-room ceiling brought last night—when intoxication had stripped away his sense of shame—rushing back. The empty wine bottle and glasses on the side table, the faint bouquet of wine still hanging in the air, made the memories sharper.
“Ughhh…”
He buried his face in the covers and groaned. Yes, he’d been thrilled that Cha-hyeon accepted his proposal—but add a good buzz to that happiness and he’d been out of his mind. And when people are too happy, they do crazy things.
Why did I do that…?
“Uhh, uhh…”Â
Still moaning into the duvet, he shook his head. Everything else—fine. But why the hell had he asked if “Master”… would be okay with it?Â
What if hyung thinks I’m some deranged pervert?Â
But he was being so cute… And once his reason snapped, he’d loved it too and just did whatever Cha-hyeon wanted….
“Urrrrgh…”
Never again was he drinking enough to get drunk. Thrashing in belated regret, cheeks heated, Se-min pushed himself up.
Come to think of it, the man who’d driven him insane last night wasn’t in bed. Up first, showering? He pricked his ears; far off, the shower hissed.
Climbing gingerly out of bed, he shrugged into a robe and stepped out of the bedroom. Beyond the morning-bright floor-to-ceiling windows, the blue sky and Seoul’s skyline spread out.
Squinting against the glare, he cinched the belt. Only once his eyes adjusted did the sitting room come into focus.
Sun flooded the room, which still carried every trace of last night’s proposal: balloons, flowers, electric candles, even the unwrapped gifts. But there was something new he hadn’t seen yesterday—a lush bouquet set neatly on a cleared table.
“…Huh…?”
A dazed sound slipped out. Eyes widening under a fading wince, he approached the table. The shopping bag and watch that had sat there yesterday were gone—everything tidied away.
In their place sat the bouquet he’d noticed, a single sheet of paper, and…
“…Rings?”
The word left his mouth—and even he jolted at it.
Rings…? Still not fully awake from the dreamlike haze, he stared blankly at the matching pair. His gaze dropped to the paper.
A marriage registration form. Reading the words printed at the top of that crisp sheet, his lips fell farther open. He stared, mind emptied out, at the form already filled in with all of Cha-hyeon’s information—then a voice behind him made him jump.
“Awake?”
He hadn’t even noticed when the rush of water had stopped. Turning slowly, Se-min felt his pupils begin to tremble.
“Th-this is….”
“I owe you an answer too.”
Smiling gently as he came closer, Cha-hyeon carried a scent that was unfamiliar—probably the hotel amenities.
That fragrance snapped reality into place. Se-min drew a sharp breath. When did he prepare all this? He hadn’t anticipated anything like it. Stunned by the surprise, he could only trail helplessly after Cha-hyeon’s hands as they reached for the ring case.
“Se-min.”
He smiled, sweet as sugar. In the morning light, the matched pair of rings glittered with an unreal shine.
“You said you’d make loving me the number-one priority of your life.”
Mouth hanging open, Se-min kept darting his eyes between him and the rings. Heat pricked at the corners of his eyes.
“Then I’ll make it the number-one priority of my life to make sure you never regret choosing me.”
Something hot slid down his esophagus. Before he could even finish, Se-min clamped his lips together and nodded again and again.
“Se-min, will you marry me?”
“Yeah, I will…”
Still nodding, he answered in a thick, choked voice. A spark snapped through him, tingling out across his whole body.
The proposal he’d never imagined left him stunned—but at the same time genuinely, deeply happy. Eyes rimmed red, he watched as Cha-hyeon slid a ring onto the fourth finger of his left hand.
The ring fit like it was made for him. How did he get the size right? He wondered, but all his focus was needed just to keep tears from spilling the instant he let his guard down.
“Put yours on too.”
Cha-hyeon passed him the ring case. Drawing a silent deep breath, Se-min took it.
His hand began to tremble as he lifted the remaining ring. A long, straight left hand reached toward him. Slowly, Se-min slid the band onto the fourth finger of Cha-hyeon’s left hand.
In the clear sunshine, identical rings gleamed on their left ring fingers. Platinum bands, each set with a tiny diamond on the inside, hugged their fingers with a satisfying weight.
“……”
Again, he swallowed down the hot swell rising in his chest. The matching bands shining on Cha-hyeon’s hand and his own filled him with a peculiar awe.
In that moment, he thought he understood why people invite guests and hold a wedding. With this kind of happiness in your heart, being blessed by so many for your days to come must be truly joyous.
A twinge of regret came late—but it was fine. In the space he’d prepared, with the rings Cha-hyeon had readied, it felt like they’d held a secret ceremony for two.
“Hyung, I love you. I really… really love you.”
At last, unable to dam the surge, he confessed. It felt impossible to calm this bursting heart without turning that seething love into words.
At the sudden confession, Cha-hyeon’s brows rounded—then his eyes crinkled as he smiled. Naked satisfaction warmed his face.
“I love you too, Se-min.”
Yeah. If wanting to have you no matter what counts as love… then I guess I love you too, Se-min.
Just then—
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