The two kept making one mistake after another, like a chain reaction.
Haon, tense and flustered, had no time to even close his eyes as he instinctively opened his mouth and moved his tongue according to Inho’s lead. This wasn’t his first kiss, but kissing someone he actually liked—that was a first.
So for Haon, this was his first real kiss.
“You need to breathe.”
Inho whispered softly, brushing his damp lips against Haon’s as he untangled their deeply entwined tongues. Only then, as if suddenly remembering how, Haon gasped for air and panted heavily, practically gulping it down.
They hadn’t even done anything yet.
Inho gently stroked Haon’s back and waist, then planted a kiss at the corner of his reddened eye. As if trying to ease Haon’s stiffened body, he showered him with featherlight kisses—on his eyelids, forehead, cheeks, and finally, his high-bridged nose.
Every time he looked at him, he felt the same way—there wasn’t a single thing about Haon that wasn’t beautiful. There should be at least one flaw, and yet… it was almost unreal.
“Who do you take after, Haon-ssi?”
Inho’s voice, mellow with alcohol, came out slow and warm.
His lips were still pressed against the tip of Haon’s tiny, adorable nose as he spoke, and that alone made Haon’s heart thump so wildly it felt like it might leap out of his chest.
“Uh, my mom said I take after my dad…”
Haon answered with a shaky voice, doing his best. His naturally sincere nature came through in moments like these.
“My grandma… said I look just like my mom…”
He spoke carefully, making sure his heartbeat didn’t slip out of his mouth as he tried to control his breathing.
Sitting on Inho’s lap didn’t help his ragged breath settle down.
“What do you think, Haon-ssi?”
In contrast, Inho remained completely composed. His breathing was quiet, and his hands caressing Haon’s body moved with such unhurried grace. His eyes, filled with warmth, sparkled with a gentle joy.
When Haon didn’t respond, Inho must’ve thought he was lost in thought again and gave the tip of Haon’s nose a playful nibble. Startled, as if bitten somewhere far more sensitive, Haon flinched and parted his lips.
“I-I don’t know…”
He blinked while rubbing the tip of his nose where Inho had bitten. It didn’t hurt, but being bitten by Inho of all people had surprised him—it felt strange, surreal.
“Why don’t you know?”
Haon gazed intently at Inho, who looked completely unfazed while teasing him. His heart kept pounding faster, but he couldn’t look away. The more he looked, the more he wanted to keep looking.
“I’ve never seen my dad.”
He confessed the simple truth and swallowed hard.
Sitting this close to Inho only made Haon more embarrassed. And yet, he didn’t want to get off Inho’s lap.
After their first kiss, Haon sat there half-dazed, trying to sort through the swirl of emotions inside him. Everything just felt awkward and unfamiliar.
And maybe, just a little bit… scary.
“Ah, but… I think maybe I take after both, half and half.”
Haon tried to calm his pounding heart by blurting out whatever came to mind. Sitting still any longer felt like his body might spiral out of control.
“I have the same smile as my mom. But my eyes…”
Haon tensed his thighs and reached up to touch his eyelids. Ever since he kissed Inho, the area between his cheeks had started to tremble with small spasms—eerily similar to the early signs of heat. His heart thudded again, but this time for a completely different reason.
“My eyes… I’m the only one with really deep double eyelids.”
His words came out slurred and awkward, the alcohol-induced flush on his face growing deeper from nervousness.
Neither his mother nor grandmother had double eyelids. His mother’s eyes were long and narrow, slanted like sharp lines. In contrast, Haon’s eyes were wide and round, like little snowballs.
When he was younger and played alone, drawing pictures to pass the time, he always drew himself as a circle and his mother as a triangle. The backs of flyers stacked up in their house were always filled with wobbly circles and perfect triangles. He didn’t know how to draw anything else.
“It sounds stupid, huh…”
As he touched his dopey-looking eyes, he tensed his stomach too. His body was getting stranger by the minute.
The growing sensation in his lower half made Haon swallow deeply and exhale slowly, trying to calm his fevered body through steady breaths. He kept rambling just to stay sane.
“I wish I’d taken after my mom…”
To hide the bulge swelling in his pants, Haon used the bottle of liquor like a shield. But the heavy glass only made things worse—it pressed down, made it worse, and left him breathless.
Just then, Inho, who had been quietly watching, took the bottle from Haon’s hands. Setting it aside, he wrapped his fingers around the back of Haon’s hand, then pulled him closer until their lower bodies were firmly pressed together.
“W-Wait…”
Haon stammered, squirming to put some distance between them. The expensive pants Inho had gifted him were embarrassingly tight in the front now, visibly tented.
Desperate not to let Inho see, Haon tried to lift his knees to block the view, but both his hands were firmly held by Inho.
“It’s uncomfortable, isn’t it?”
Inho pulled one of Haon’s hands up and placed a kiss on his soft palm. He kissed it again with a wet smooch, then trailed his tongue along the pulsing vein on Haon’s wrist.
“Want me to take care of it?”
He didn’t kiss Haon’s lips this time. He spoke while his mouth was still on Haon’s hand, giving him a chance to answer. But his heavy-lidded eyes never once looked away.
“Huh…?” Haon let out a breathless sound of confusion, his entire neck and face turning bright red. He could only pant helplessly, unable to say a single word. His underwear already felt uncomfortably damp and clingy.
“Ah…”
A wave of nausea suddenly rolled through him, and Haon lowered his head. He was terrified that the heat might hit him fully right then and there. All he wanted was to hide how aroused he’d become.
But his body was already reaching for Inho.
On instinct, Haon wrapped his arms around Inho’s neck, letting out a shaky, heated breath. Inho took it as permission. He shifted his stance and lifted Haon’s trembling hips, adjusting their position.
As soon as he confirmed Haon’s unspoken answer, Inho pressed their lips together again and gently sat Haon down on the couch. Every time their heated skin brushed against each other, a soft, suggestive sound escaped from deep in Haon’s throat.
Even while tipsy, Inho remained acutely attuned to Haon’s expressions and subtle reactions. Aware that Haon wasn’t yet used to kissing, he would occasionally pull back—biting gently on Haon’s lower lip or suckling his jaw—to give him time to breathe.
Just like when they ate together, kissing Haon required careful attention. And, as always, Inho willingly matched himself to Haon in every way.
When he unfastened Haon’s belt and slipped a hand into his underwear, a startled, breathy whimper tickled Inho’s ear. He had only intended to help Haon find relief, but even Inho was starting to feel the weight of arousal settling in his lower body.
In truth, he had already felt a stir the very first time Haon had kissed him. It had barely even counted as a kiss, more like a fleeting brush of lips, and yet, it had been more than enough to arouse him.
“Haon-ssi.”
“If you don’t want this, say so.”
He unfastened his own belt as well and guided Haon back onto his lap. Spreading Haon’s stiff legs, he wrapped them naturally around his waist, then began to stroke the taut bulge between Haon’s thighs.
“If it’s too hard to say, just push me away.”
He gently placed Haon’s wrist against his chest, right over his heart, ready to stop at any moment if Haon resisted.
But there was no need for words or resistance.
Haon’s underwear—worn, slightly frayed, and as endearing as he was—was already damp and clinging.
“Hh…”
Haon gripped Inho’s shirt tightly, his body trembling. The moment Inho slipped his hand into his underwear, Haon had already been on edge, and now, with just a few strokes, he came helplessly, unable to hold back.
“H-Haa… Hah…”
There wasn’t even time to feel embarrassed. As though being touched by someone else for the very first time, Haon’s entire body flushed a brilliant red as he looked up at Inho.
Then, with his chin still tipped up, Haon leaned in and kissed him first. Maybe the rush of pleasure had melted his mind.
He wanted to kiss Inho more. Beyond that, he wasn’t even sure what else he wanted—he only knew he wanted more.
So, without resistance, he let Inho guide him down onto the couch and spread his legs. He was still scared, but he didn’t feel like running away. If anything, he hoped this moment would last forever.
Gulp. Haon swallowed—he didn’t know if it was his own saliva or Inho’s—and looked up at Inho, who was now positioned between his legs. Inho knelt on the couch, stroking himself with the same hand that had just touched Haon’s release.
Haon’s semen coated Inho’s fingers as he wrapped them around his own hardened cock, pumping it slowly. Haon watched him with parted, glistening lips, and when he did, Inho leaned down to kiss him.
“Haa…”
Inho’s aroused breath sounded different now—thicker, raw with need.
Haon instinctively bucked his hips up, as if trying to catch his breath through Inho’s exhale. Even though he had just climaxed, his body reacted again, already stiffening as if the heat really was coming.
He was scared—but the pleasure overwhelmed the fear.
“Ah… Hhhiik…”
Supporting Haon’s backside with one hand, Inho gently lifted his light lower body—thump, thump—again and again. Each time their aroused members collided, Haon’s mind flickered pitch-black, blinking in and out like a faulty light.
Even without seeing or touching it directly, Haon could feel Inho’s cock vividly. It was much larger and harder than his own. Every time it rammed up against him with force, his chest swelled as if it would burst. No—his whole body was already burning red, like it had burst from within.
“Huu, mmgh…”
Inho slowly rocked his hips, grinding his cock against Haon’s and pressing down hard. Haon curled his toes and gasped, breath hitching as he trembled, completely at a loss.
Eventually, his legs gave out, sliding off Inho’s waist with a thud onto the couch cushions. Inho immediately gripped Haon’s hips with both hands.
“Ah…!”
Inho thrusted against him with their pelvises colliding like they were truly joined. Thump, thump, thump! The raw, obscene sound of it rang louder, faster.
There was no pain. Only pleasure—deep, all-consuming pleasure. Drunk on it, Haon drooled and let out dazed, heated moans. That sound alone pushed Inho further toward the edge.
Not long after Haon climaxed first, Inho spilled his own thick release onto the couch.
“Ha… haa…”
Their wet, uneven breaths filled the spacious living room. No words passed between them, but there was no emptiness in the silence.
Inho lay on his side, pulling Haon into his arms. The couch was wide enough to fit them both with space to spare, but at that moment, it felt like the coziest place in the world.
Haon clung to Inho’s shirt, gasping for breath. The pounding in his chest had spread to his entire body, echoing with each throb.
His eyes—now clear from the fog of alcohol—still shimmered in the dark. Inho looked into them quietly and brushed his lips against the gentle curve of Haon’s eye.
Then he spoke.
“You’re beautiful.”
Who could’ve possibly looked into these lovely eyes and called them foolish? They were just…
“So kind, and so beautiful.”
Inho’s fingers gently touched the corners of Haon’s eyes, now misted over. He caressed the eyelids Haon always poked at carelessly, as if tending to something precious—applying an invisible salve, tender and reverent.
“Why would anyone hurt you…”
The whisper, barely audible, sank into Haon’s very core. Even though Inho’s breath still carried a trace of alcohol, it smelled sweet to Haon.
He breathed in deeply, taking in the air Inho had just exhaled, and leaned his face into Inho’s chest.
Then he listened to the breathing of the man who had fallen asleep first.
He wished time would stop for a while.
Or that he could just stay asleep like this… and never wake up.
