Haah, haah, haah, haah.
Ragged breaths filled the air, making Yu-jin’s ears ring. He stared blankly up at Winston, completely dazed. His eyes were fixed on Winston’s broad chest, rising and falling wildly. Yu-jin couldn’t tear his gaze away. His flushed cheeks betrayed just how aroused he was. A dull ache throbbed in his lower abdomen, making him want to squirm.
A drop of liquid clung to his lips, tickling him. Without thinking, Yu-jin stuck out his tongue and licked it away. The faintly salty taste lingered on his tongue. At that moment, the grip on his wrist tightened.
“Yu-jin.”
Winston’s voice was thick with breathlessness, as if he had just finished an intense sprint. Yu-jin couldn’t respond. He could only stare at him. Winston’s eyes were locked onto Yu-jin’s lips. Then, Yu-jin saw him reach out with both hands, grasping the waistband of his pants. The loose fabric, unbelted, slid down along with his underwear, only stopping when they caught at his hips.
Haah.
Winston let out a deep breath—whether it was a sigh or something else, Yu-jin couldn’t tell. A sudden wave of anxiety washed over him. What if his arousal was exposed? He was just as hard—if not more so—than Winston. If he saw…
He had never been this turned on before. Not once. And to have someone else see him like this? The thought alone made his head spin.
“W-wait…”
Without thinking, Yu-jin’s hands shot downward, desperately covering himself. Winston lifted his head, as if questioning the absurdity of the action. Yu-jin couldn’t meet his gaze. Instead, he turned his head away, mumbling in a small, trembling voice.
“I-It’s embarrassing…”
The confession barely escaped his lips, but Winston went silent for a moment. Then, without warning, he grabbed Yu-jin’s wrist. Before Yu-jin could react, his hand was pulled forward—pressed against something hot and rigid.
Hiiik—!
A choked gasp slipped from Yu-jin’s throat as he instinctively turned his head toward it. The moment he did, an even more shocking sight greeted him.
Winston had made Yu-jin grab his cock.
“Look, Yu-jin.”
Winston’s rough voice rumbled between heavy breaths.
“No matter how aroused you are, you’ll never be as bad as me.”
His voice was dripping with heat, and the proof of his words pulsed violently in Yu-jin’s hand. Thick veins throbbed, hammering against his palm in time with Winston’s pounding heartbeat.
Because of me… Winston is this turned on…
The realization hit Yu-jin like a tidal wave, making his heart feel like it was about to burst. But it didn’t stop there. When he hesitantly curled his fingers, moving ever so slightly—
“Haah—fuck.”
A deep, guttural groan ripped from Winston’s throat.
“Stop, Yu-jin. Do you want to turn me into a mess again?”
It was impossible to tell whether Winston was joking or scolding him. But before Yu-jin could process it, Winston grabbed his hand and pulled it away. The sudden loss of weight in his palm left him feeling strangely empty.
Yu-jin couldn’t hide his disappointment and looked up at Winston with barely concealed frustration. Seeing that expression, Winston’s face twisted.
“You’re going to turn me into a goddamn premature fuckin’ ejaculator. I don’t usually come this fast.”
He sounded indignant, but his cock was already slick with precum, glistening under the dim light.
Yu-jin’s skeptical gaze lingered, making Winston grit his teeth before growling.
“This happened because of you. Because you touched me… Yu-jin, if you keep teasing me like this, I really won’t be able to hold back anymore.”
Yu-jin felt a twinge of confusion. His eyes remained glued to the massive, rigid length standing tall before him as he finally opened his mouth.
“Why hold back?”
“…What?”
Winston froze, and the thick cock in front of Yu-jin gave an unmistakable twitch. The sight of it made an urge swell within him—he wanted to take it into his mouth. His lips parted as he continued.
“Aren’t we doing all this to go all the way? So why are you holding back?”
For a moment, Winston just stared down at him, speechless. Yu-jin was right. Why was he holding back? This was what they had come here for in the first place.
“Wait, no—okay, yeah, but—”
Winston shook his head furiously, like a dog trying to shake off water, before refocusing on Yu-jin.
“It’s just… this is our first time. We should take it slow and—”
“Can’t we just do it first and take it slow after?”
Yu-jin cut him off urgently. Take it slow? When they were both burning up like this? No way. That was impossible.
He needed to know what came next. Winston had already come once—not completely, but enough to take the edge off. But Yu-jin… he had barely even started. And now, here he was, stuck at the doorstep, hesitating over whether to walk inside. How was that fair?
The realization left no room for hesitation. Yu-jin grabbed Winston’s shirt and yanked him in with all his strength. Their lips crashed together before either of them could even think about closing their eyes. And when their overheated lengths rubbed together, a shuddering moan slipped from between their joined lips.
No more holding back.
A voice whispered in Winston’s mind. Yu-jin wants this, wants me. There’s no reason to wait any longer.
His resolve hardened. His hand fumbled through his pocket until he finally grasped one of the condoms he had brought. The rest tumbled to the floor, forgotten.
I might get him pregnant.
Even with his mind clouded by heat, Winston clung to the last shred of restraint he had left. I can’t let that happen. Not yet.
He hadn’t asked Yu-jin. They weren’t prepared.
But one day, I will.
Even now, the thought of filling Yu-jin’s insides with his cum sent a violent thrill through him. With his genetic traits, it was inevitable—if he came inside, Yu-jin would get pregnant.
Not yet.
Gritting his teeth, Winston forced himself to hold back as he struggled to tear open the condom packet. Fuck. Now he understood why people used their teeth. He bit down on the edge of the wrapper, and the slick packet that had been slipping through his sweaty fingers finally gave way with a satisfying rip.
Yu-jin, as if he had been waiting for this moment, reached down and unfastened his pants, lowering the zipper. The moment a hint of soft, light-colored hair came into view, Winston froze.
I want to put it in my mouth.
The thought consumed him instantly. That cute, utterly adorable cock—he wanted to swallow it whole. He wanted to bury his nose in that faint patch of hair, to rub against it, to savor it.
He didn’t think.
He just moved.
Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!
The loud, insistent pounding echoed through the living room. Startled, Yu-jin let out a sharp scream. He nearly tumbled off the couch, but Winston caught him just in time, pulling him into his arms.
“W-what the hell?!”
Yu-jin, now deathly pale in Winston’s embrace, stammered as he looked toward the door in alarm. Winston tightened his hold on him, as if to reassure him, before turning his head toward the disturbance.
“Who is it?”
His voice, laced with irritation and barely restrained anger, cut through the noise. In response, raucous laughter erupted from the other side of the door. For a moment, neither of them could make sense of what was happening—until the shouting began.
“Campbell, open the damn door!”
“Come out and drink! It’s a fucking festival!”
“Heeey, let’s drink ‘til we drop! We’re all dying tonight, baby!”
The drunken yelling continued, and Winston’s expression darkened. He regretted speaking up—if he had just stayed silent, they might have gone away. But now that they knew someone was inside, they wouldn’t leave anytime soon.
With a deep sigh, Winston loosened his arms. Yu-jin looked up at him with concern, his brows furrowing. Winston forced a crooked smile as he spoke.
“I’ll handle it. You go upstairs.”
“…Are you sure? They won’t cause trouble?”
Yu-jin hesitated, worried about what might happen if Winston got tangled up with a bunch of drunk idiots. But Winston simply shrugged, unfazed.
“Don’t worry. They’re just here to party. I’ll humor them for a bit and send them on their way.”
To reassure him, Winston pressed a light kiss to Yu-jin’s lips, smiling playfully.
“You know we’re not done yet, right?”
“…We haven’t even started.”
Yu-jin muttered under his breath. Winston let out a deep, hearty laugh before pulling him into another kiss—this one deeper, more lingering, with their tongues tangling together.
“Those goddamn bastards.”
The moment their lips parted, Winston cursed under his breath. The pounding on the door had continued the entire time, accompanied by drunken shouts. With another sigh, he reluctantly let go of Yu-jin and stood up.
Yu-jin hesitated before pushing himself up as well, standing awkwardly for a moment. Winston gestured toward the stairs, his expression softening.
“I’ll wait in your room.”
Yu-jin, standing at the base of the staircase, took a steadying breath before speaking.
“…Okay.”
For a brief moment, Winston looked surprised. Then, a bright smile spread across his face, and he nodded.
Yu-jin didn’t wait any longer. He turned and bolted up the stairs.
Only after Yu-jin had completely disappeared from view did Winston’s expression shift. His face darkened with irritation as he turned toward the entrance. Jaw clenched, eyes filled with barely contained fury, he yanked the door open.
