“Hyung…….”
Kang-woo hesitantly opened his mouth.
“I didn’t know you were awake, hyung—no, that’s not it…”
The more excuses he tried to string together, the more tangled the situation seemed to become. In the darkness, facing that cool face faintly lit by moonlight, Kang-woo’s complexion gradually turned pale. Damp sweat gathered between the hands he had clasped together.
All the while, Seok-ho simply stared at Kang-woo without the slightest movement. Their locked gazes didn’t even blink.
For some reason, Kang-woo found his silence even more frightening. It would have been better if Seok-ho openly got angry, cursed at him, or said something. But Seok-ho only continued to look at him with an unreadable gaze.
Kang-woo swallowed dryly without realizing it. It was as quiet as the eye of a typhoon. Perhaps because it was dark, Seok-ho’s eyes looked especially black.
“Uh, so this is…”
What kind of excuse should he even make? To begin with, was this even a situation that could be smoothed over with excuses?
He wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t just remain silent either, so his lips parted again.
And at that very moment, Seok-ho reached out his hand.
Before Kang-woo could even process what was happening, their teeth collided. A dull sound rang out, pain spreading through him—and before he could even cry out, a tongue forced its way inside.
“Ugh…!”
A soft mass pushed between his lips. Startled by the strong smell of alcohol that rushed over him at the same time, Kang-woo instinctively placed both hands on Seok-ho’s shoulders and tried to push him away, but the solid body didn’t move back even a little.
The hand gripping the back of his neck was relentless. As Kang-woo awkwardly tried to rise from his position, an arm wrapped around his waist instead. With a strength that didn’t seem possible for someone who had just woken up, Seok-ho pulled him closer.
Kang-woo’s legs couldn’t resist the force pulling him forward, and he toppled over. As a result, he fell helplessly onto the body lying on the sofa. As if he had been waiting for it, Seok-ho pulled the collapsing body into his arms and held him tightly.
Everything happened in an instant.
Even then, Kang-woo couldn’t relax the wide stare in his eyes. Dark eyes, too, held Kang-woo completely within their gaze.
There wasn’t the slightest trace of fluster in Seok-ho. His gaze, carrying a heavier intensity than usual, stared at Kang-woo persistently. That gaze alone felt suffocating—and with his mouth blocked as well, Kang-woo’s vision swam.
Mounted on top of Seok-ho, Kang-woo tensed, worried his body might crush him. The body pressed against his felt like a massive boulder.
What on earth is happening right now?
The unrealness of the situation caused a delay in his thoughts. With his mind refusing to function, the only thing Kang-woo could do was allow Seok-ho to move his mouth however he wished.
In the narrow space, their tongues tangled together. Along with the faint taste of blood, the tongue moving inside his mouth was wet, hot, and soft. His mind went completely blank.
Even then, Seok-ho moved persistently, as if exploring the cramped interior. His lower lip was sucked in, and the tip of the tongue scraped against his palate—Kang-woo’s eyelids trembled and narrowed.
“Mm…”
A damp moan slipped out reflexively through the gap between his lips. His head tilted, his eyes closed, and little by little his reason sank away while instinct alone rose to the surface.
Kang-woo, who had been stiffly frozen, relaxed and began clumsily following Seok-ho. Their joined tongues slowly rubbed together. A tingling sensation brushed against his chest.
Compared to this, what he had done earlier barely even counted as a kiss. Seok-ho’s kiss was intense. From head to toe, Kang-woo’s body temperature flared hot. Their breaths tangled together—sharp and hot with alcohol—as Seok-ho sucked strongly on his tongue as if trying to pull it out by the root.
“Ugh…!”
The sensation somewhere between pain and arousal left Kang-woo’s mind thick and hazy. The moan that burst from his throat couldn’t fully escape because his mouth was sealed shut. At some point, Kang-woo’s hands had tightly grabbed Seok-ho’s clothes.
The wet, sticky sound of saliva mixing filled his ears. The large hand covering the back of his neck and the thick arm wrapped around his waist—it was hard to believe they all belonged to Seok-ho.
And the person he was kissing wasn’t just anyone.
It was Seok-ho, the man he liked.
The moment he recognized that fact again, his stomach tingled and his breathing quickened. Inside his underwear, something suddenly welled up from behind, damp and slick.
His toes curled.
As excitement built, he began to grow wet below. It was something an ordinary beta male would never experience.
Which meant this was proof that he was an Omega. And proof that he possessed the unusual trait that Seok-ho disliked.
The scent of alcohol coming from Seok-ho made his head spin. Perhaps because they were sharing breaths, it strangely felt like he was becoming drunk together with him. As time passed, the strength drained from his body and his breathing grew ragged. Forgetting even to breathe through his nose, Kang-woo panted like someone drowning.
This was bad. If it continued like this, he felt like he might suffocate.
Kang-woo gathered strength in both hands and firmly pushed against Seok-ho’s shoulders. Only then did their lips finally part.
“Hah… haaah…”
Ragged breaths burst out through parted lips. As he felt his mind—once bleached white—slowly returning, Kang-woo gradually opened his eyes.
Seok-ho’s glossy lips came into view.
Unlike Kang-woo, who was breathing roughly as if he had just been hauled out of water, Seok-ho’s breathing was only slightly disturbed.
Is this the difference in experience? Kang-woo thought as he lowered his gaze.
Once the oxygen he had lacked filled his lungs and his breathing stabilized, his sense of reality barely returned. At the same time, Kang-woo noticed the distinct presence pressing against their joined lower bodies.
His body turned to stone.
Heat spread from the back of his neck to the rims of his ears like wildfire. Seok-ho’s hard cock was pressing bluntly against Kang-woo’s thigh.
…It’s that big?
His own had begun to harden slightly as well, but it wasn’t even comparable. It looked as if a snake had raised its head.
While his attention had wandered elsewhere, thick fingers approached and rubbed Kang-woo’s flushed cheek before gripping his chin and lifting it. Their eyes met again.
“Ah…”
His swollen lips, overstimulated and puffy, were pressed down by a thumb. The pressed part flipped slightly, exposing the red inner membrane. When the touch brushed the soft flesh inside, a faint sting followed—it seemed his lip had been cut when their lips had collided earlier.
The hand that had been roaming freely withdrew, and the arm wrapped around his waist loosened.
For a moment Kang-woo thought he was being released. But it was only a misunderstanding.
“…Hng!”
A cold hand slipped inside his clothes like a snake crawling over a wall. The instant that unfamiliar hand touched his bare skin, Kang-woo’s mind snapped awake. A realization struck him that if this went any further, it would become dangerous.
Hurriedly, Kang-woo grabbed Seok-ho’s arm.
“Hyung…!”
With that small cry, Seok-ho’s hand suddenly stopped.
Eyes filled with deep darkness looked up at Kang-woo. Tension ran sharply down Kang-woo’s spine.
“Hyung… are you still drunk?”
Kang-woo asked cautiously. The two eyes looking down at Seok-ho clearly revealed his confusion. Everything about this situation had been sudden—and bewildering.
It was true that he liked Seok-ho. But he wasn’t certain about this act. More precisely, he wasn’t certain about Seok-ho. The eyes looking back at him were still clouded, like someone dreaming.
Unlike Kang-woo, whose mind was clear, Seok-ho had been drinking. In other words, he wasn’t in his right mind. Considering he had fallen asleep on the sofa without even changing clothes, he must have been very drunk.
Kissing Seok-ho wasn’t a problem for Kang-woo, who liked him.
But what about Seok-ho? Did he feel the same? What if, after sobering up, Seok-ho regretted what had happened tonight? What if it had only been a momentary impulse, and Kang-woo had been greedy enough not to stop it?
The reason he couldn’t shake his worries was clear: Seok-ho seemed different from usual.
The Seok-ho Kang-woo knew was far more abstinent than he looked. Kang-woo had never even seen him jokingly talk about women.
And yet this same man was acting like this just because Kang-woo had kissed him first?
“Hyung… it’s me. Kang-woo.”
A sudden suspicion rose in his mind—what if Seok-ho had mistaken him for someone else?
That was why he had stopped him.
At the same time, Kang-woo secretly hoped Seok-ho would be certain about this moment. That he would recognize him as the Kim Kang-woo he knew—and still continue this.
But the black eyes that had been staring at him so persistently changed. Seok-ho was still drunk, but something about him had shifted.
“…Kim Kang-woo.”
Seok-ho murmured quietly, brushing a hand over Kang-woo’s face. He looked like someone who had just woken from a dream.
“Right. Kim Kang-woo…”
A faint crease formed between his brows before Seok-ho let out a deep sigh.
“This is driving me crazy.”
His low whisper sounded languid, yet tinged with irritation.
Seeing that unfamiliar side of him, Kang-woo flinched without realizing it, his shoulders trembling slightly.
Seok-ho’s reaction could be interpreted in many ways. But among all those possibilities, the answer Kang-woo wanted wasn’t there.
“Hyung… please let me go now.”
For some reason, he suddenly felt dejected. It seemed like they shouldn’t continue this kind of physical contact any further.
As Kang-woo squirmed to escape Seok-ho’s arms, Seok-ho instead tightened his grip around Kang-woo’s waist even more. As a result, Kang-woo could no longer avoid the bulging front pressing against him.
“Stay still. Stop squirming.”
The low voice falling from above made his resistance pause for a moment.
“I think this must be uncomfortable for you, hyung…”
Even if he relaxed his body, his hesitation hadn’t disappeared. No matter how inexperienced Kang-woo was compared to Seok-ho when it came to sexual matters, he still knew that stimulating a hard cock would be torment.
He tried lifting his knees to avoid pressing against the swollen hardness, but the arm around his waist tightened—and a large hand pressed firmly down on his head.
“Don’t move.”
The heavy voice, thick with alcohol, muttered to him.
“…I’m sleepy.”
It didn’t sound like a voice filled with drowsiness at all. Because of that, it almost sounded like a spell Seok-ho was casting on himself.
“Just stay like this for a moment… stay exactly like that.”
Unlike the firm tone of his words, his hand gently stroked Kang-woo’s back as if trying to soothe him. Then Seok-ho lowered his head.
His sharp nose brushed Kang-woo’s cheek, making Kang-woo’s shoulders shrink with a flinch. Unbothered, Seok-ho took a deep breath in before slowly letting it out.
“…You smell nice.”
What smell is he talking about?
Curious, Kang-woo sniffed the air himself. But all he could smell was the scent of alcohol coming from Seok-ho.
Still… could he really fall asleep in a situation like this?
His cock was swollen this hard. Despite the languid tone of his voice, the enlarged center was still showing an impressive presence, creating a strange contradiction in the situation.
“Hyung…”
“Sleep.”
As if determined to put Kang-woo to bed, Seok-ho even began patting his back gently.
The roles felt completely reversed, but Kang-woo couldn’t break Seok-ho’s resolve. In the end, he relaxed the tension in his squirming body.
“Sleep, sleep, our baby…”
A lullaby completely unsuited to the situation drifted down from above. It almost made him laugh. Yet strangely, it also made him feel a little bitter.
With his ear pressed against Seok-ho’s broad chest, Kang-woo could hear the heart pounding rapidly—just like his own.
And because of that, Kang-woo couldn’t bring himself to ask. Why Seok-ho had kissed him.
