Winston received an unexpected phone call while he was on his way to dinner.
As the staff loaded the purchased items into the trunk, he sat in the driver’s seat, glancing at the caller ID with a curious expression before answering.
“Evelyn, what’s up?”
Yu-jin, who had been humming cheerfully in the passenger seat, flinched in surprise and turned to look at him. Watching Winston grip the steering wheel with one hand, listening intently to the caller, a vague sense of unease crept over him. He blinked anxiously as Winston remained silent, nodding slightly as he focused on the conversation.
“Yeah, got it. I’ll think about it.”
Then, suddenly, Winston burst into laughter.
“I can’t give you a definite answer yet, but I’ll let you know later. Yeah, I’m kind of busy right now.”
Abruptly, Winston turned to look at Yu-jin. Startled by the sudden attention, Yu-jin instinctively tensed up. Winston, noticing his reaction, added with a smirk—
“I’m having dinner with my boyfriend. Bye.”
Ending the call just like that, Winston laughed and turned to Yu-jin.
“Why do you look so shocked?”
“Huh? Oh, no, it’s nothing.”
Yu-jin let out a quiet breath, his heart finally settling as a relieved smile formed on his lips.
“I just got a little nervous… So, um, why did Evelyn call?”
Hearing Winston casually refer to him as his boyfriend and openly mention their dinner plans reassured him. His trust in Winston surged, making his chest feel warm. Winston answered indifferently, as if it wasn’t a big deal.
“She’s hosting a party and invited us. Said she wanted to see what you thought.”
“A party? Tonight? All of a sudden?”
“Yeah.”
Winston continued, “It was probably planned already. Since we happened to be here, she decided to invite us. What do you think? Want to go?”
“Uh…”
Yu-jin hesitated for a brief moment, but his mind was already made up. Stealing a glance at Winston, he carefully opened his mouth to speak.
“I… I just want it to be the two of us…”
Would Winston be disappointed? What if he actually wanted to go, and I ended up stopping him? Would he resent me for it…?
A flicker of fear crossed his mind, but it was gone in an instant—because Winston laughed out loud. The carefree sound made Yu-jin’s thoughts come to a sudden halt.
“I feel the same way. Then let’s tell Evelyn we’re not going.”
At those words, Yu-jin’s heart pounded violently, and his face heated up. His eyes widened as he asked again, just to be sure.
“Really? You mean it?”
“Of course I do.”
Winston wrapped an arm around Yu-jin’s shoulders, pulling him close before playfully rubbing their noses together.
“I came all the way here because I wanted to be alone with you. I was actually worried you might want to go, but I’m glad you don’t.”
Seeing Yu-jin let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, Winston couldn’t help but find him adorable. Yu-jin, on the other hand, felt like he could die from happiness.
Just then, a staff member approached the car window, signaling that everything had been loaded. Before letting go, Winston leaned in, pressing a brief kiss to Yu-jin’s lips before straightening up.
“Shall we go, then? What do you feel like eating? Or should we just go somewhere I know?”
Winston had already figured out that Yu-jin was fairly clueless about most things. His question was partly out of consideration, knowing that Yu-jin might have trouble making a choice. But that wasn’t the only reason.
Yu-jin would have followed Winston anywhere. Even if that place was hell itself.
“Yeah, I’m fine with anything. Wi… Winnie…”
Yu-jin forced himself to finish the sentence, even as an overwhelming urge to hide somewhere washed over him. As Winston turned to him with a look of surprise, the embarrassment only grew stronger, but there was nowhere to run. Avoiding his gaze, Yu-jin stammered,
“Y-You said… I could call you that… So from now on, I’m always going to call you Winnie.”
His entire face, all the way down to his neck, flushed red. Winston remained silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. Suddenly, a faint, sweet scent filled the air.
Yu-jin hesitantly glanced at him, only to find Winston staring at him with an oddly blank expression. The unexpected reaction left Yu-jin momentarily bewildered.
“…Winston? What’s wrong?”
At Yu-jin’s concerned voice, Winston abruptly snapped out of it, blinking as if regaining awareness. For a brief moment, silence hung between them before the sweet scent abruptly vanished.
“Ah, sorry. Spaced out for a second.”
Brushing it off like nothing, Winston quickly started the car and drove off. His demeanor remained as normal as ever, and soon enough, Yu-jin forgot all about it.
The seafood restaurant Winston took him to was, of course, fantastic. They even went for a walk along the beach afterward before returning home late at night.
***
“Haa…”
Fresh out of the shower, Winston lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Finally, he was alone.
Now, he didn’t have to hold back anymore.
The moment that thought crossed his mind, the air around him grew thick with the scent of pheromones. Winston frowned, shutting his eyes as he rubbed his face with one hand.
…Am I an idiot?
The more he thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. How had he not predicted this outcome?
He had been so desperate to get Yu-jin alone that he hadn’t considered the consequences. Leaving the mansion with him had been the right choice—but everything that followed had been a disaster waiting to happen.
I almost lost control in the car.
If that had happened, Yu-jin would have been terrified. Humiliated.
Winston exhaled sharply, both impressed by his own self-restraint and relieved beyond words that he hadn’t given in to his urges. But that didn’t mean it was over.
No.
The real torture was only beginning.
—Winnie.
The memory of Yu-jin shyly calling his name sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through his body. He groaned softly, feeling himself harden instantly.
This time, there was no need to resist.
Lowering a hand, he wrapped it around his throbbing length, stroking slowly.
…Yu-jin probably hasn’t even had proper sex education.
The moment the word “sex” followed the thought of “Yu-jin,” the hardness in Winston’s grip pulsed violently. His brows furrowed as he let out a low groan. He had no idea how far Yu-jin would allow him to go. Given what happened with his father, he might have lingering trauma.
Kissing was fine. At least, it seemed to be.
But what if that was all? What if that was his limit?
—Winnie.
Yu-jin’s sweet voice echoed in his mind, whispering his name while lying on the bed. Winston felt his brain overheat. His breath turned ragged as his hand moved more urgently over his cock.
The temptation to march into Yu-jin’s room and pin him down right this second clawed at him, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to keep his hands where they were. Instead, he focused on the pleasure mounting in his core, his palm gliding frantically over rigid flesh.
A sticky heat coiled low in his stomach. Precum leaked steadily, and his lower abdomen pulsed in anticipation.
“Yu-jin… Haah.”
Moaning his name made his pleasure spike. His hips jerked into his grip of their own accord as his strokes grew desperate. His mind was filled with Yu-jin—the way he looked today, the scent of him lingering on his skin. If he buried his face in Yu-jin’s nape, he’d be able to smell it clearly. A faint trace of pheromones, still delicate and undeveloped.
Yu-jin had never gone into heat before.
But if his first heat happened while they were together, then… wouldn’t that be okay? If it happened with him, wouldn’t he just be helping Yu-jin?
If that were the case—if that happened—
—Winnie.
“Haa…!”
A long, trembling groan ripped from his throat as his movements stilled, his hand still pumping over his shaft. Hot spurts of cum shot out, landing in thick streaks across his stomach and chest.
“Fuck… Why the hell is there so much?”
He cursed under his breath, his cock still throbbing as his orgasm dragged on.
“Shit… I’m gonna rub myself raw at this rate.”
His skin was left tingling from how roughly he’d worked himself over. Swearing under his breath, Winston finally sat up, rubbing his face with frustration.
He needed another shower.
And he needed to cool the fuck down.
Muttering irritably, he trudged toward the bathroom, already knowing—
Tonight was going to be a long, long night.
***
Yu-jin lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as he blinked slowly.
Sleep wouldn’t come.
Maybe he was still too excited. His body still buzzed with the lingering warmth of earlier.
Flipping onto his side, his eyes naturally landed on the bedroom door.
And then, out of nowhere, a thought struck him.
…What if Winston walked through that door right now?
The idea made his chest thump violently. His face flushed hot as the implications sank in.
They had come here alone together.
Didn’t that mean something?
They were both… well, adults.
His cheeks burned as he groaned softly, burying his face in his hands. But curiosity got the better of him, and he hesitantly spread his fingers apart, peeking through at the door.
Silence.
Stillness.
The room was quiet, and there were no sounds of approaching footsteps. If Winston were to come, he’d definitely hear him. But there was nothing.
Lowering his hands, Yu-jin swallowed hard.
A bold, reckless idea bloomed in his mind.
…Should I go to him instead?
