“You’re doing well. Baby.”
“Hng, hngh……!”
As he pressed the sensitive spot deeper past the entrance, the inner walls softened, melting open. Fixing his gaze on the round curve of Eunho’s hips visible over his shoulder, Yi-beom moved his fingers faster.
It was a shame he couldn’t see inside clearly in the dark. Just like the boxer briefs hooked around Eunho’s ankles, the inside of him was a pale pink too. Because Eunho was so shy, Yi-beom only got to see inside when Eunho had done something really wrong.
Every time he imagined the hole tightening and squirming around his fingers, heat gathered thickly below.
“Haaah!”
Pulling his fingers out roughly, Yi-beom freed himself. He’d been hard for a while already, tense with pent-up heat.
Lining the tip up with the entrance, Yi-beom dragged Eunho’s hips downward. In one motion, the tight interior spread open and his cock drove deep inside.
Thud— the instant he slammed in, Eunho threw his head back.
“Ugh, hnghh—!”
He couldn’t even breathe properly. There wasn’t enough room for moans—only broken gasps spilled out. No matter how loosened he was, taking Yi-beom in was always overwhelming.
Yi-beom stroked down Eunho’s stiffened back.
“Baby, you need to breathe.”
“Hah, ah, nn…….”
Usually he would’ve given him plenty of time to adjust, but Yi-beom didn’t have that kind of patience right now either.
“Haa…”
Letting out a low groan, Yi-beom began to move Eunho slowly. Each time he lifted and lowered him, the inner walls fluttered and clenched.
“Hngh, ah— Ahjussi, wait, pull out for a second, we— hngh……, okay?”
The slow pressure pushing deeper felt strange. It was like something was stirring around inside him, making his stomach churn and his lower half feel like it might give way.
What drove him even more insane was the pleasure flooding in through it. Every time the thick cock pressed against his inner walls, his body trembled in tiny shivers.
At this rate, it felt like his head might break apart. Sensing danger, Eunho hurriedly clung to Yi-beom.
“Hngh, just pull out, p-please…….”
Rubbing his cheek against Yi-beom’s shoulder like he was being cute, Eunho pleaded softly.
“Pull out for a second?”
“Yeah, nnh.”
Luckily, it seemed to work this time. The cock wedged deep inside slowly slid free. Eager for it to come out faster, Eunho lifted his hips higher.
Feeling it withdraw safely to the entrance, Eunho let out a relieved breath. At that exact moment, with the tip still caught at his opening, his body spun around in a single swift motion.
“Ahh!”
The stretch at the entrance drew a cry from him. Before he knew it, his body was facing toward the steering wheel and horn.
“W-wait……!”
Before he could process what was wrong, Yi-beom thrust upward from below.
Thwack— the sound rang out as he drove deep inside again, forcing a cry from Eunho.
“Hah, hnghh! Nn—!”
The rounded head struck the sensitive spot buried deep within. Bang, bang— each merciless thrust made his vision spark white.
Climbing over Eunho like a beast, Yi-beom drove his hips fast and deep. It was ruthless, like mating. Each time the heavy pressure filled him, Eunho broke into helpless cries.
“Hngh! Ahh! Haa—!”
“Ha, fuck……! You know there’s a path here now, baby?”
Yi-beom murmured, placing a hand over Eunho’s lower belly.
“You used to clamp down so tight like you couldn’t take anything.”
“Hnghh! Nn!”
“Now there’s a path shaped exactly like my cock.”
As if to prove it wasn’t a lie, Yi-beom grabbed one of Eunho’s hands and pressed it to his own stomach.
“Ah—!”
Eunho’s eyes widened.
“N-no! Hnghh! Nn!”
Each time Yi-beom thrust deep, Eunho’s lower belly bulged outward. When he pulled back it flattened again, only to rise once more with the next hard push.
“This is weird! Ah— hngh! No!”
It didn’t feel like his own body. His stomach, this pleasure— everything felt unfamiliar.
“Hngh, not weird?”
“Yeah, nnh! Not!”
“Then I guess I’ll… check.”
Keeping himself buried to the base, Yi-beom pulled Eunho into a tight embrace and spun him back around to face him.
“Haaah!”
As his body turned while still pressed against that sensitive spot, clear liquid spilled down from Eunho’s lower half. It wasn’t the same as when he released thick spurts—this was different.
“Hah… haahh……”
Trembling, Eunho looked down. His lower belly was still raised in the shape of Yi-beom inside him.
“Hngh, n-no…”
Trying to hide it from Yi-beom, Eunho wrapped both arms over his stomach.
“Ah….”
As the inner walls tightened suddenly around him, Yi-beom let out a low groan. Unaware that he was only stimulating him more, Eunho pressed insistently at his own lower belly.
“Ah, hngh… why won’t it go back in…….”
Yi-beom’s eyes flashed. Grabbing Eunho’s waist, he lifted him high—just enough that the tip barely stayed at the entrance—then slammed him back down hard.
“Hahh! Nn—!”
Far faster than before, Yi-beom pounded into him. Bang, bang— the inner walls spread open as lightning flashed across Eunho’s vision.
“Ah, ahh—!”
His mind went hazy. His lips parted on their own, cries spilling out. Pleasure seeped through his entire body.
The large hands gripping his hips, the heat of Yi-beom’s body, the cock moving inside him—everything felt unbearably vivid. Before he realized it, Eunho began moving his own hips, matching Yi-beom’s rhythm.
At some point, Yi-beom’s lcock drove impossibly deep, as if piercing through him. From the swollen tip, a hot surge spread inside.
“Ah— ah! Aahh……!”
At the same time, Eunho’s back arched. Clear liquid—not semen, not urine—spilled out as his body shook violently. After convulsing against Yi-beom’s chest, he collapsed limply.
Yi-beom wrapped his arms around the body leaning into him. As he stroked Eunho’s hair, a faint breath escaped.
“I… I peed……!”
His trembling voice was thick with embarrassment. Yi-beom knew it wasn’t urine, but he didn’t bother correcting him.
“That’s how you grow.”
“Ah… ahh……”
Suddenly sitting upright, Eunho began wiping at Yi-beom with both hands. He rubbed at his chest and stomach earnestly, but no matter how much he wiped, it wouldn’t end. Only Yi-beom’s lower half grew messier.
“It’s fine. It was hot anyway—worked out, didn’t it?”
Like a raccoon washing cotton, Eunho kept wiping while murmuring “ah, ah,” until Yi-beom pulled him back in.
“I told you, if you play with fire you’ll wet yourself.”
“You never said it’d be this much, ah—.”
“……I’ve never done it myself, so how would I know?”
Eunho’s eyes snapped wide open at that. He looked like he wanted to snap back, but lacking the energy, he buried his face in Yi-beom’s chest again.
In a barely audible voice, Eunho mumbled,
“I’m never wearing boxer briefs again.”
Yi-beom burst out laughing. Looking at the pale pink briefs still caught around Eunho’s ankles, he replied,
“Then wear boxers instead. I’ll buy you two hundred pairs—pink ones.”
“You…!”
Annoyed, Eunho bit down on Yi-beom’s shoulder.
That day, Eunho truly paid dearly for playing with fire, and Yi-beom ended up buying land in that neighborhood. He built a private beach and a villa there, spending every summer in that place afterward. Of course, they never forgot to play with fire either.
Having recalled everything, Eunho’s face flushed red. His heart pounded too. This isn’t the time for that. Steadying himself again, Eunho fiddled with the photographs. Even after finishing the album, he couldn’t find one that felt quite right.
“I should prepare it the day before.”
It’ll be fine if I keep it in my pocket. With that decision, Eunho returned the album to its place.
When he turned his head, he saw Yi-beom sitting on the floor looking up at him. His impression had changed a lot from the photos. There were no visible traces of aging, yet the sharpness in his eyes had softened.
Gently, steadily, the time spent with Eunho had smoothed Yi-beom’s rough edges. Someone meeting him after a long time might not even recognize him anymore. It was because he’d learned how to smile.
“What is it, baby?”
Yi-beom’s lips curled upward easily.
“Did something get on my face?”
He leaned his cheek forward as if asking to be wiped, but Eunho simply stared at him quietly. Then he shook his head.
“Then why are you staring so hard?”
“……”
“Because I look too different from the guy in the album?”
“They’re both you, Ahjussi……?”
“Then you should love this side and that side equally.”
Eunho pressed his lips together. Yi-beom was right. He wanted both the photos of the old Yi-beom and the photos of the present one. No matter which version, Eunho liked him all the same.
Fidgeting with the hem of his clothes, Eunho hesitated. He wasn’t sure if it was okay to bring it up while Yi-beom was already on edge. Lowering his gaze to the floor, Eunho spoke.
“Ahjussi.”
“Yeah?”
Gulp— Eunho’s throat bobbed.
“Can I…… take just one picture?”
At that moment, the soft curve of Yi-beom’s lips froze. The air inside the study turned cold.
“Why a picture?”
Yi-beom spoke, forcing down the harshness creeping into his voice.
“We’re going to keep being together. Do you need it?”
