Min Yugeon etched Seo Suho’s image into his eyes.
It still didn’t feel real—Seo Suho sprawled out messily on his bed.
“……!”
In a sudden rush of urgency, he dove into Seo Suho’s mouth. No matter how many times he tasted them, those lips only felt softer and more inviting. As he pushed his tongue between them, warm, slick mucosa wrapped around him again just like before. Seo Suho’s mouth was so sweet, it made him want to lick until it melted away.
With not a hint of restraint, Min Yugeon stirred inside, finally slipping his tongue deep into the farthest part of the roof of Seo Suho’s mouth. Seo Suho jerked, grabbing onto Min Yugeon’s forearm.
“Mmgh…!”
It was the kind of act that could only be described as greedy. And Min Yugeon’s sense of ecstasy soared all the more for it.
It was just a kiss, yet it felt like they were connected far more deeply than earlier. The ache in his cock swelled even harder.
Seo Suho struggled to keep up with Min Yugeon’s pace, panting through the overwhelming sensations that coursed through him. A part of his mind still questioned whether it was right for the one he was swapping tongues with to be Min Yugeon, but that thought was easy enough to ignore when it felt this good. Maybe he really did prefer being led, rather than leading.
Chup—Min Yugeon finally pulled away from Seo Suho’s mouth, having indulged himself fully, and pressed his lips down hard on the corner of Seo Suho’s mouth.
Seo Suho gasped softly, all his senses still caught in the haze of that intense kiss.
Lowering his head, Min Yugeon bit into Seo Suho’s neck.
“Ugh, hh…”
His firm teeth sank into tender skin and sucked forcefully. Seo Suho gripped the sheets, the heat spreading through him like wildfire.
But the heat didn’t stay in just one spot. His pale neck flushed red, blooming visibly across the surface. Only then did Min Yugeon stop marking him.
As if unwilling to give him even a moment’s respite, he slid his hand beneath Seo Suho’s shirt. The palm that stroked down his waist was rough and calloused. Seo Suho shuddered.
It was just a thin layer of fabric, but now that it was gone, the sensation of bare skin on skin felt disturbingly strange.
“…Suho.”
Min Yugeon licked a long, hot trail along Seo Suho’s ear.
“You’re really sensitive.”
The breath and whisper that slipped directly into his ear made Seo Suho freeze for a second.
Then, with a sharp squeeze of his eyes shut, he let out a shuddering breath.
Min Yugeon gave a short laugh at how he couldn’t even bring himself to deny it, then closed the distance again. He sucked on Seo Suho’s tongue as he pulled it with his own, his hand slipping lower.
“Mmh, nnph…!”
Seo Suho’s eyes flew open when he felt his pants being tugged down without resistance.
It was like a splash of cold water to the face.
As ridiculous as it sounded, even to himself—after going along with all the kissing—now that his lower half was exposed, anxiety surged inside him.
He suddenly wondered: if they really crossed the line, could they still keep their relationship the same afterward?
While continuing their messy kiss, Seo Suho hastily patted Min Yugeon’s shoulder, who had started undressing himself too.
But in the process, he ended up jostling Min Yugeon’s crotch with his leg.
More precisely, he had accidentally kneed him—and it landed hard enough to be felt.
“Ugh,” Min Yugeon groaned, hunching over.
“Min Yugeon!”
Seo Suho, more shocked than the one who got hit, shot upright.
“S-Sorry! Are you okay?”
“Ugh…”
“Should we… Should we go to the hospital?”
With a pale face, Seo Suho gently stroked Min Yugeon’s back.
Min Yugeon stayed silent for a long, unsettling moment before finally shaking his head.
“You could’ve just said something…”
“……Well.”
“I’m not the kind of guy who’d force it if you were saying no.”
Min Yugeon lifted his head, speaking glumly.
Seo Suho met his gaze—clear and sincere—and opened his mouth, only for guilt to flood in as the embarrassment slowly faded.
He frowned and apologized again.
“I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to… It just hit me all of a sudden.”
“I’ve been clear-headed the whole time.”
“I sobered up a while ago too. But…”
Seo Suho trailed off.
He wanted to say it—that this kind of thing didn’t seem right between friends, that he was afraid their relationship might change.
The words were stuck in his throat.
And it wasn’t just because he’d made a mistake with Min Yugeon.
“…You can be honest with me.”
“…It’s not that I hated it.”
Seo Suho’s reply came out like a sigh.
“That’s the problem.”
“……Problem.”
“This isn’t how friends act.”
He cradled his forehead, murmuring to himself.
Min Yugeon watched him quietly.
“Suho. I’m turned on by you.”
Seo Suho froze, going rigid at the sudden confession.
“…What?”
“I said I get turned on by you. Just touching you does it.”
It was only natural, considering how much he liked him—but Seo Suho, unaware of the emotions behind it, simply stared at Min Yugeon, blank and dazed.
“And if you don’t hate it… then isn’t that enough?”
It was the kind of thing that, depending on who heard it, might sound completely reckless, like he didn’t believe there was any need for complicated thoughts.
“……”
But then, Seo Suho thought—maybe Min Yugeon was right.
There was no need to judge things based on other people’s standards. They weren’t other people. They were Seo Suho and Min Yugeon.
If it was okay for the two of them, then it was okay.
And thinking about it again, there wasn’t even a reason to be afraid their relationship would fall apart. Min Yugeon hadn’t made any sort of romantic proposal today.
Of course, what had happened between them today had already changed things in some way—but that didn’t mean their friendship was broken or strained.
Seo Suho lowered his hand from his forehead and looked straight at Min Yugeon.
He already knew Min Yugeon was aroused by him—he’d felt it firsthand. He just hadn’t expected him to say it so directly, which was why he’d been at a loss for words.
So then, how did he feel?
“…Suho?”
Min Yugeon searched Seo Suho’s face, those deep black eyes watching him closely.
But Suho was silent, his expression unreadable, and Min Yugeon couldn’t tell what was going on in his head.
And then—suddenly—a flush of embarrassment hit him like a jolt.
He should be embarrassed.
He had just tried to persuade Seo Suho, putting his own desire first.
Even if Suho had said it wasn’t unpleasant, agreeing or refusing was entirely up to him.
Maybe he’d pushed too hard and ended up weighing him down, unsettling him for no good reason.
Min Yugeon let out a quiet, self-deprecating sigh and gently adjusted the clothes that had slipped down Seo Suho’s shoulders. Then, he opened his mouth.
“Seo Suho. About what happened today—”
He was about to say just forget it, that he was sorry for making things confusing—
—when Seo Suho leaned forward, placing a hand on Min Yugeon’s thigh.
The distance between them vanished in an instant.
“…!”
Min Yugeon’s eyes widened at the sensation of lips brushing his.
Seo Suho had kissed him first.
Min Yugeon blinked slowly, staring at the face right in front of him.
The long lashes, casting shadows along the bridge of his nose, didn’t tremble at all.
It was like he had made up his mind.
“…Yeah.”
Seo Suho pressed his lips gently against Min Yugeon’s, then pulled back slightly and murmured,
“I think I’m okay with it too.”
Soft lips and warm breath grazed him, fleeting and teasing.
As Seo Suho’s eyelids lifted, those dark eyes reemerged—and when Min Yugeon saw what they meant, he let out a breath, a little shaky.
He had expected to be turned down.
But it was the opposite.
“…Are you serious?”
“Don’t make me say it twice.”
Seo Suho squeezed Min Yugeon’s thigh out of sheer embarrassment.
Well, he tried to, but the muscles were so firm he couldn’t even get a proper grip.
Just as his gaze involuntarily dropped—
Min Yugeon grabbed Seo Suho by the hips and yanked him in.
At the same time, he leaned forward, pulling Seo Suho down with him.
Seo Suho’s arms instinctively wrapped around Min Yugeon’s neck.
“…! Ahh!”
Min Yugeon bit into the skin between Suho’s neck and shoulder, making him flinch.
Unlike earlier, when his playful nibbles had felt almost affectionate, this time every touch left a deep bite mark behind.
Before long, he was roughly pushing up Seo Suho’s shirt.
Caught up in Min Yugeon’s momentum, Seo Suho raised both arms, offering an easier angle to strip the fabric away.
Soon, he was just as naked as Min Yugeon.
“…You…”
Min Yugeon stared down at Seo Suho’s body, but couldn’t finish the sentence.
Seo Suho wanted nothing more than to cover himself.
Compared to Min Yugeon, his own body felt far too unimpressive.
“Why are you so pale?”
Min Yugeon mumbled as he slowly ran his hands over him.
Now that the clothes were off, he was surprised to see that Seo Suho had subtle muscles on his otherwise slender frame.
Still, his focus quickly shifted elsewhere.
Maybe it was because he’d been avoiding looking too closely, afraid he’d lose control every time he saw Seo Suho naked—
—but now that he was seeing him properly for the first time, even in the dim light, his body looked like it was glowing.
Sure, skin tones varied from person to person, but this was almost unreal.
And on that pale canvas, the one spot that stood out—his nipples, soft and tinged with a light pink —that alone triggered a flood of indecent thoughts in his head.
