“I felt relieved when I heard there’d be another person joining the dispatch… because I was hoping maybe I’d be qualified.”
Min Yugeon spoke with a bitter smile.
“Yeo Wonjin said it’d be fine. But your opinion probably matters the most.”
“……”
“Would it make you uncomfortable if I came along?”
“…What did you say?”
“It’s okay to be honest. I’ll go with whatever you want.”
Min Yugeon, speaking with that forlorn expression, knew exactly how to use his face. His eyes were already brimming as if he’d just been told to stay behind, on the verge of spilling tears.
Hah. Seo Suho stifled a dry laugh.
“Why the hell would I be uncomfortable? Are you stupid?”
If Min Yugeon made him uncomfortable, he probably wouldn’t even be able to exchange morning greetings with anyone else. Shaking his head, Seo Suho fell into brief thought.
Come to think of it, Min Yugeon was the one who met every requirement he had loosely laid out. An engineer by profession, healthy and physically capable, with nerves of steel that needed no further explanation.
And more than anything—he was his lover.
For the first time, Seo Suho defined their relationship in words, and immediately felt his ears burn.
“Like I want to be away from you either.”
He spoke with a teasing tone, trying to hide the heat rising in him.
“I just…”
—Whatever specific criteria you’re considering right now… if it’s Min Yugeon, wouldn’t he be the ideal match for you?
That unexpected comment from Yeo Wonjin, when he’d delivered the news of Min Yugeon volunteering for the dispatch, was something Seo Suho couldn’t deny.
And yet, the reason he had wanted to get angry with Min Yugeon was purely out of worry. Living long-term on the surface, cut off from society, wasn’t something to take lightly.
“I know.”
Min Yugeon reached for Seo Suho’s wrist and gently pulled him closer. Face to face, their gazes locked as though Min Yugeon was trying to read his thoughts through his eyes.
“You’re worried about me.”
A soft whisper, warm breath brushing against him.
“But you know, Suho…”
Min Yugeon’s hand caressed Suho’s cheek, then slowly trailed downward. The gentle touch brushing his neck made Suho’s shoulders twitch.
“What you should be worried about… is me being out there without you.”
Seo Suho was left speechless.
…That overwhelming, blind affection of Min Yugeon’s struck him all over again, and he didn’t know how to respond.
His face now burning red, he barely managed to part his lips.
“Still, we should think a little mo—!”
His view flipped.
Lying flat with Min Yugeon straddling him, Seo Suho suddenly found his neck and shoulders under playful assault.
“Wait—what are you—ugh, hey!”
“Can’t we just say yes and be done with it?”
With both hands, Min Yugeon mercilessly tickled the squirming Seo Suho, who couldn’t stop laughing no matter how much he tried to resist. Through gritted teeth and choked giggles, Seo Suho glared at him.
“Ugh—huff—Minyu—Min Yugeon…!”
“Say we’ll go together, and I’ll stop.”
“You little—ah!”
“Yeah? Little what, huh?”
Grinning mischievously above him, Min Yugeon suddenly went quiet. Something about the way Suho trembled under his rough fingertips, gasping and recoiling with every touch, struck him as… provocative.
Disheveled hair, loosened collar, breathless gasps. His flushed cheeks reddened not from embarrassment, but from pure physical stimulation. Min Yugeon found himself drinking in Suho’s state, almost reverently.
Then his hands stopped.
Seo Suho, noticing the abrupt pause and Min Yugeon’s intense stare, thought the teasing had finally ended.
Catching his breath, he lightly tapped Min Yugeon’s shoulder.
“Thought I was gonna die… Whew… Move.”
“……”
“What are you doing? I said move.”
Just as Seo Suho tried to push against the oddly unyielding Min Yugeon’s chest—
Min Yugeon suddenly leaned down and kissed him.
“…!”
Seo Suho’s eyes flew wide open, body frozen in place.
“What’s with that look? It’s not like it’s your first time.”
Min Yugeon whispered against his lips.
Seo Suho averted his gaze, hesitant.
“Because you did it so suddenly…”
Min Yugeon didn’t let Seo Suho finish. He kissed him again, cutting off the rest of his sentence.
Their warm, tender lips pressed tightly together, rubbing against one another with growing friction. He bit lightly with his front teeth, just enough to leave faint marks, then sucked and released him with a wet pop.
What started as a relatively tame kiss grew increasingly rough once their tongues met. Mouths opened wider, tongues curling and twisting in each other’s mouths, lewd wet noises filling the space.
“Mmm…”
Seo Suho’s eyelashes fluttered, eyes shut tight.
Min Yugeon’s tongue was absurdly strong—so much so that it was almost funny. He wrapped his around Seo Suho’s, pulling and rubbing it as if trying to rip it out, only releasing him when Seo Suho gasped from the overwhelming pressure. Then he’d plunge back in, filling his mouth like it belonged to him, desperate to taste every inch of the sensitive inner flesh.
“Haa… Suho…”
The way Min Yugeon kissed—like it was sex in itself—was enough to set Seo Suho’s whole body ablaze. As if responding to his heated voice, Seo Suho began unbuttoning his shirt. In the meantime, Min Yugeon had already thrown off his own clothes and was swiftly tugging down Seo Suho’s pants.
Min Yugeon nestled himself between Seo Suho’s legs, breathing hard. The feel of bare skin against bare skin was bliss. Seo Suho, now shirtless and wrapping his legs around Yugeon’s waist, felt heat blooming from every point of contact.
No wonder it felt like they were burning up—they hadn’t done this in a while. Not since things started getting complicated between them.
“Hngh!”
“Gonna lose my mind…”
Min Yugeon furrowed his brows as he gently took both of their cocks into his hand. He was so aroused, his thoughts were hazy.
“Sorry, Suho…”
“What are you—”
Min Yugeon suddenly began stroking them together with fierce, erratic motions. Trapped in the relentless rhythm of Min Yugeon’s strong, rough hand, Seo Suho gasped sharply.
“J-just a bit, ah—ah, not so rough—ugh!”
“……”
Min Yugeon didn’t make a single sound—he just moved his hand like a man possessed. Truthfully, it wasn’t the act of touching himself that was so arousing—it was the sensation of both of them being pressed and stroked together in his palm. He was dangerously close to cumming just from that.
He was going so fast, the slapping sounds barely registered. Seo Suho, completely undone, squirmed and bucked his hips uncontrollably, more than he had while being tickled earlier. His hands wandered helplessly upward, clutching the poor sofa cushion in a vice grip.
“Ugh… ngh…”
Sweat trickled down the split muscles of Min Yugeon’s chest. They hadn’t even gotten to the main act yet, but the pleasure was already unbearable.
Even so, without stopping his stroking, Min Yugeon braced himself with one hand against the sofa and leaned in close. Seo Suho’s now slightly damp skin released that familiar, intoxicating scent. He buried his nose against Suho’s neck, inhaled deeply, then bared his teeth and bit down.
Min Yugeon left red marks wherever he nipped, turning Seo Suho’s pale skin mottled with vivid spots.
Just the stimulation from below was already too much—but now, there was the added sting and odd pleasure of sharp teeth grazing him. Seo Suho gripped the back of Min Yugeon’s head on instinct.
But Min Yugeon was undeterred. He moved downward and bit Seo Suho’s nipple—not gently. That made Seo Suho arch and cry out.
“Min Yugeon—I, ah!”
He could feel Seo Suho’s cum slipping between his fingers.
“You came already?”
Min Yugeon murmured, his head light with heat.
“Was it just from a little biting?”
He licked up the still-hard nipple and asked playfully. Seo Suho, panting, shook his head.
“What nonsense are you spouting…”
After relentlessly jerking him off and rubbing him raw, how could he ask that with a straight face? Seo Suho, thoroughly exasperated, tried to push him off. Or at least, he meant to.
“I’m curious.”
Min Yugeon, not budging an inch, smiled and instead grabbed Suho’s arm.
“Suho’s so sensitive—I bet you could cum just from your chest, right?”
“…What?”
A chill ran down Seo Suho’s spine. At a glance, Min Yugeon’s expression looked innocent, like someone sincerely pursuing intellectual curiosity—but his eyes said otherwise. Dark, gleaming with an unsettling kind of fascination. Seo Suho shook his head.
“Hey, don’t—!”
He bit his lip to suppress a moan. Min Yugeon had sunk his teeth into his firm, flat chest, large enough to catch the whole areola, and began moving his tongue over it. His nipples, already hypersensitive from the earlier orgasm, were pushed to the limit by the wet, lingering stimulation.
His nerves were so overstimulated that his toes curled involuntarily. He was seriously starting to worry—was he really going to cum again just from this?
“—Ahng!”
Min Yugeon sucked hard, letting the slick inner warmth of his mouth envelop Suho’s nipple completely. Seo Suho’s head snapped back, his whole body shuddering from the surge of pleasure.
Min Yugeon’s eyes burned with unrestrained heat as he watched that reaction.
