That made Haru feel strangely embarrassed all over again. Maybe it was the way Yu Je-hyun’s gaze calmly captured him—quiet but unshakable.
When he brushed back the hair he’d been curious to touch since the day they met, Yu Je-hyun’s striking face came into full view. The strands curled softly around his fingers—silky, pliant. Hair like this wouldn’t feel the same if it were dyed. Unlike the cool, silvery luster of his hair, Yu Je-hyun’s skin had a slightly deeper tone, making Haru’s pale hand stand out in stark contrast.
His features held nothing that didn’t draw attention. That high-bridged nose, the kind you imagined would catch the first snow, the long, playful eyes laced with black and a hint of gray, down to lips still dewy from earlier—all of it pulled Haru in. His gaze finally landed on those lips. The gloss had faded somewhat, but they still glistened faintly. When he tapped them with the hand that had been toying with Yu Je-hyun’s cheek, a lazy grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.
It was the kind of face that could seduce on sight. With looks like his, he probably wouldn’t go hungry no matter where he ended up—even without being an Esper. Celebrities existed in this world too, didn’t they? Haru wondered if Yu Je-hyun might have thrived there, living comfortably off that slippery charm of his.
“You still can’t stop staring? Man, I’m relieved. Good thing my face is hot enough to leave you speechless.”
From anyone else, that kind of confidence would’ve been unbearable. But with Yu Je-hyun, it sounded like plain fact—an obvious truth the whole world accepted.
Haru simply nodded again. As if agreeing. Yeah… it’s true.
Yu Je-hyun’s smile slowly faded.
“Hmm…”
Just as Haru was watching the last flicker of that smile, a heated tongue slipped into his mouth. His slack arms moved instinctively, wrapping around Yu Je-hyun’s neck. Though Haru ended up looming over him, the sensation of their tongues mingling didn’t feel any different.
His eyes closed on their own. He felt his body sway, but instead of fear, the only thing that consumed him was the frantic motion of Yu Je-hyun’s tongue brushing along his palate.
His eyes flew open again when his back landed on something soft. He gasped, breath stuttering, and found Yu Je-hyun now hovering above him, gaze fixed on him. Even as their eyes met, Yu Je-hyun bent down and began pressing kisses along his flushed cheek.
His lips skimmed across Haru’s jaw, then traveled down the curve of his neck. Just as Haru registered the urgency in those fingers undoing his shirt buttons, a sharp pain pulsed at his collarbone.
“Ah…”
A soft moan slipped out. Yu Je-hyun looked up. He brushed his lips gently over the freshly blooming bruise, as if to soothe him, and smiled with his eyes.
“Did it hurt?”
“Not really…”
If he had to call it something, it was pain—but not the unpleasant kind. Blood rushed rapidly to his groin, already stiffening from earlier.
Yu Je-hyun leaned in, pressing his lower body against Haru’s, grinding slowly into him. He wasn’t the only one burning up. The heat seeping through their layers made it clear—Yu Je-hyun was just as desperate. Maybe even more so.
“Then I can keep going, right?”
His long fingers traced idle shapes over Haru’s shirt, almost like he was sketching something. Haru didn’t know if it was deliberate, but when those fingers brushed against his nipple, his back arched with a jolt.
A moan nearly slipped out, so he pressed the back of his hand to his lips to muffle it.
He gave a faint nod. That was all the permission Yu Je-hyun needed. His hands, now urgent, pulled Haru’s shirt free from his pants.
A long, lean torso was revealed. Unlike the warmth outside, the room was cool, and goosebumps broke out across his skin.
“Hngh…”
Yu Je-hyun’s hand moved slowly, tracing from Haru’s navel up to the center of his chest. As he moved, the shirt bunched up near his collarbone.
“How the hell are you pink here too?”
Heat flared in Haru’s ears. Just as Yu Je-hyun said, his nipples were pale, delicate—nearly the same shade as his skin.
Even the part still hidden in his pants matched. Only the tip of his cock was a deep pink; the shaft shared the same gentle hue as his nipples. Without realizing it, Haru tensed his thighs.
“Ah… aaah…”
But the moment both nipples were teased at once, he couldn’t keep the tension. His legs gave out.
“I’m just as worked up as you are. But if I go too fast, it might hurt you.”
Yu Je-hyun’s voice vibrated through Haru’s chest. He was speaking while still holding one nipple between his lips.
The other was being pinched and rolled between his fingers. It was a spot Haru had never touched himself, and the unfamiliar stimulation sent a strange tingling warmth radiating from his chest.
If he had to name that feeling, it would be something like a chestnut burr—rounded, but sharp enough to sting.
Yu Je-hyun sucked on him like he expected milk to come out, leaving Haru unable to stay still.
Even when he tugged harshly on the back of his head, Yu Je-hyun kept his focus, toying with the now-plump nipple slick with spit.
Whenever that warm tongue pressed down on the sensitive bud, Haru clenched his fingers tighter in those silky strands of hair, now a disheveled mess in his grip.
If only he would switch sides… But Yu Je-hyun fixated on one nipple with his mouth, while the other was only rolled between his fingers. The contrast in sensation from both sides crashed into him all at once.
“S-Stop… It stings…”
Even though Yu Je-hyun sometimes nibbled gently with his teeth, he mostly rubbed with his lips, making the pleasure outweigh the pain.
Still, even without looking, Haru could feel the nipple that was being handled only by hand burning red and tender.
At his words, Yu Je-hyun scraped a fingernail lightly across it.
“Haah…!”
Haru’s lower back arched on its own. Yu Je-hyun’s breath tickled against his chest, sending a ripple of sensation through him.
“You say stop, but when you react like that… how am I supposed to believe you?”
Haru’s body—just like during their kiss—was overly sensitive. Every little touch made him twitch. Yu Je-hyun sat up and stripped without hesitation.
Now down to just his drawers, he looked down at Haru. In Yu Je-hyun’s eyes, Haru’s wide, blinking gaze reflected clearly—caught off guard and flustered.
Haru’s eyes, which had hovered around Yu Je-hyun’s chest, drifted lower, skimming his firm abs before locking in place between his legs.
“You keep staring like that, and I swear… it’s enough to make my cock twitch.”
Grinning, Yu Je-hyun cupped himself through the thin fabric. His cock was already pronounced, its thick outline straining visibly beneath the material.
Haru hesitated for a moment, then pulled off the shirt that had been clinging to him. The skin Yu Je-hyun had been sucking on just moments earlier was now covered in dark red bruises. His chest, once a soft pink, had turned a deep crimson.
Seeing it made Yu Je-hyun’s mouth water.
Like someone about to dig into a favorite dish, he ran his tongue slowly across his lips. Haru’s pale hand moved down to the buckle of his belt.
“W-Why…?”
Just as Haru began to undo his pants, Yu Je-hyun grabbed his hand, stopping him mid-motion. His voice trembled in confusion.
He had just been trying to match Yu Je-hyun. It felt awkward being the only one still clothed, so he’d planned to strip down to just his underwear. Besides, the tightness around his groin had started to feel unbearable.
Even though Yu Je-hyun’s cock was still hidden, Haru could easily guess its size—and it scared him a little. But right alongside that fear was a growing sense of anticipation.
Ever since they’d started living together, Haru had been realizing just how much desire he was capable of. Whenever his thoughts wandered, they always returned to the memory of Yu Je-hyun’s breath mixing with his.
Yu Je-hyun knew he had no experience in these things. That’s why he’d been so patient, even avoiding foreplay all this time. Back then, Haru couldn’t even manage a proper kiss without gasping for breath. Honestly, he still struggled. No wonder it had been hard to move forward.
But tonight, he’d made up his mind. He wanted to see it through. That’s why he’d worked up the nerve to undress himself—he hadn’t expected Yu Je-hyun to stop him.
“I want to undress you.”
That was all. The reason Yu Je-hyun stopped him was simple—he wanted to do it himself.
He gently moved Haru’s hand aside and undid the buckle. A firm bulge brushed against his palm. Haru was fully erect. He wasn’t even being touched yet, and he was already this hard. It sent a sharp hunger flaring through Yu Je-hyun.
He unzipped the pants, then tugged both the trousers and underwear down at once.
“Ah—!”
Haru gasped, startled, and covered himself with both hands. He hadn’t expected Yu Je-hyun to take everything off. But by then, it was too late—his pretty cock, dripping steadily with pre-cum, had already burned itself into Yu Je-hyun’s mind.
“Why are you covering it? It looks incredible.”
Yu Je-hyun paused briefly to catch his breath, then pulled the bunched-up clothes—still tangled around Haru’s thighs—down to his ankles and kicked them under the bed.
Haru had always liked long socks, especially the white ones, just like the pair he was wearing now.
Yu Je-hyun wrapped a hand around one of those slender, sock-covered ankles and lifted it. As Haru instinctively moved to shield his groin, what came into full view instead was his pale, round ass—completely exposed and utterly captivating.
He said meal