If it were before, he would have sulked, thinking that even this love belonged to Seo Ha-yoon. But not anymore. He was Seo Ha-yoon. So Choi Sang-hyuk’s love was his. The thought made his chest swell with emotion.
“Can’t you even answer that? I missed you so much. Every single day after work, I would sit in a motel and look at your pictures, longing for you.”
“…Where did you even get my pictures?”
Choi Sang-hyuk’s tone had softened slightly.
“I searched online. Your profile and pictures came up easily.”
Kim Min-seok said that as he lowered his head again, burying his face into Choi Sang-hyuk’s chest. Then, he confessed.
“I love you.”
He could feel the chest he held onto suddenly freeze, breath hitching. Keeping his face pressed against Choi Sang-hyuk’s chest, Kim Min-seok continued his confession.
“At first, I thought it was just because of Seo Ha-yoon’s memories. Since Seo Ha-yoon loved you, I wondered if maybe I had inherited those feelings through his memories. I agonized over it for months. But now, holding you like this, I finally understand. Seo Ha-yoon loved you… but I love you too.”
“Don’t ask me why I love you. I don’t know either. Does love need a reason? I guess I just ended up loving you. Even if it is because of Seo Ha-yoon’s memories, I don’t care. The truth is, I love you now, in this moment.”
“…Ha-yoon….”
Choi Sang-hyuk finally exhaled deeply and called his name.
Kim Min-seok—no, Seo Ha-yoon—breathed in Choi Sang-hyuk’s scent, savoring it. He had thought he missed this person a lot over the past three months, but he had been wrong. Back then, he hadn’t even realized how deep that longing ran. It was only now, being together again, that he understood the full extent of his yearning.
“So tell me. Did you miss me?”
“…Yeah.”
“Do you like me?”
“Yeah.”
“Then… do you love me?”
“…Yeah.”
This time, Seo Ha-yoon didn’t ask why Choi Sang-hyuk loved him. He simply smiled, feeling pure happiness. A foolish, giddy smile spread across his face. Embarrassed by how stupidly happy he must look, he buried his face even deeper into Choi Sang-hyuk’s chest.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Just… everything.”
Seo Ha-yoon answered vaguely. As if by unspoken agreement, neither of them mentioned Ha Jun-seo. What mattered was this moment they shared now.
“Will you do it?… A kiss, and sex too.”
“Were you that desperate?”
Choi Sang-hyuk asked in disbelief. Seo Ha-yoon lifted his face from where it had been buried in Sang-hyuk’s chest and pouted.
“Sex drive is a man’s instinct. I’m just being true to mine.”
“That sounds like something a playboy would say.”
Choi Sang-hyuk muttered before lowering his hand and grabbing Seo Ha-yoon’s ass firmly. His large, strong hand kneaded the flesh, sending a deep tremor through Ha-yoon’s lower body.
“How did you even hold out for three months with this light little ass? Don’t tell me you got tangled up with those guys in Busan.”
“N-no! Nothing like that. I just…”
“Just?”
Seo Ha-yoon hesitated briefly before deciding to be honest.
“I… touched myself at the motel while looking at your pictures.”
“How much?”
Choi Sang-hyuk’s voice dropped, his tone thick with something unreadable. Embarrassed, Seo Ha-yoon buried his face against Sang-hyuk’s chest, his voice shrinking into a whisper.
“…A lot. Like, a lot… Uwah—!”
Without warning, his body was lifted into the air. Choi Sang-hyuk carried him straight to the bedroom. Seo Ha-yoon, momentarily dazed, found himself tossed onto the bed. In that brief moment of confusion, Sang-hyuk had already stripped off his shirt and was tugging his pants down.
“S-Sang-hyuk…”
Seo Ha-yoon called his name in a flustered voice, but his gaze betrayed him. His eyes were already filled with a faint, eager anticipation as they traced over Sang-hyuk’s exposed, muscular body.
Completely bare in an instant, Choi Sang-hyuk crawled onto the bed, his eyes devouring the sight of Seo Ha-yoon as if he were a freshly prepared feast. Overwhelmed by the heat in that gaze, Seo Ha-yoon instinctively scooted backward. But Sang-hyuk wasn’t having it.
He reached out, gripping Ha-yoon’s ankle, and dragged him back down. Then, without hesitation, he began stripping him.
“Ah… Sang-hyuk, w-wait…! Ah, just a moment—!”
“Shut up.”
The apron Seo Ha-yoon had still been wearing flew off first. Then his shirt was yanked away. Before he knew it, his pants and underwear had been pulled down as well. Now, the only thing left on his body was a single white sock.
“…Ugh…”
It had been so long—he was embarrassed beyond words. Seo Ha-yoon hastily grabbed for the blanket, trying to cover himself. But even that was snatched away by Sang-hyuk’s strong hands and tossed to the floor. There was nothing left to hide behind.
Choi Sang-hyuk, his eyes burning, climbed onto the bed.
“Spread your legs.”
His voice was firm. Seo Ha-yoon shook his head.
“Spread them and show me.”
Choi Sang-hyuk urged him again. His gaze was so scorching it felt like it could set the bed on fire. The intensity of his desire gradually dulled Seo Ha-yoon’s embarrassment. Avoiding his gaze, Ha-yoon turned his head slightly and slowly parted his legs.
“Ugh….”
Between his widely spread legs, his cock stood fully erect, already exposed. It trembled slightly as if shy under Choi Sang-hyuk’s heated gaze.
“You got hard just from me telling you to spread your legs? You’re filthy.”
Sang-hyuk teased, looking at Ha-yoon’s aroused length like it was a delicious meal.
“It’s because I’m with you,” Seo Ha-yoon muttered in a small voice, trying to defend himself.
Without warning, Choi Sang-hyuk bent down. Before Ha-yoon could even react, his cock was engulfed in Sang-hyuk’s mouth.
“Ahhh…!”
The heat and wetness wrapped around him, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. A slick tongue licked over his sensitive flesh.
Slurp—Suck.
The intense suction, combined with the way Sang-hyuk’s tongue coiled around him, sent stars exploding behind his eyes.
“Ahh… haah… ahh….”
Seo Ha-yoon moaned, arching his back as his hips lifted off the bed. After months without this kind of touch, the pleasure felt overwhelming, almost unbearable.
Slurp, slurp.
“Ahh… ahhh… it feels so good. So good, Sang-hyuk….”
As Seo Ha-yoon openly voiced his pleasure, Choi Sang-hyuk became even more dedicated in his attentions. He took Ha-yoon’s cock all the way to the base, sucking deeply before pulling back, his tongue teasing along the shaft with every movement. The relentless pleasure built up quickly, making it impossible for Ha-yoon to hold back any longer.
“Ahh… I’m gonna cum. I can’t hold it….”
His voice was laced with desperation. As if encouraging him to let go, Choi Sang-hyuk intensified his suction, his lips moving with firm, demanding pressure. Seo Ha-yoon’s body tensed as his orgasm surged through him.
“Uhh… uhhhnngh…!!!”
Grabbing onto Sang-hyuk’s hair, he came hard, his release spilling into his lover’s mouth in long, shuddering bursts.
Completely spent, Seo Ha-yoon collapsed onto the bed, his body limp as he gasped for breath. Looking down, he saw Choi Sang-hyuk lifting his head. He had held the cum in his mouth, and with a nonchalant expression, he spat it into his palm.
“You really must’ve been jerking off a lot.”
Sang-hyuk commented as he eyed the surprisingly thin consistency of the semen. Seo Ha-yoon, his cheeks burning, rubbed at his heated face and gave a small nod. It was true—his body had an unusually high sex drive, and nearly every night, he had touched himself.
Without hesitation, Choi Sang-hyuk brought his cum-filled hand behind Ha-yoon. Realizing what he intended, Seo Ha-yoon stiffened slightly.
“Relax. Don’t tense up.”
Sang-hyuk murmured, rubbing the slick fluid over Ha-yoon’s entrance, coaxing him. But even though Ha-yoon tried to relax, it had been too long—his body resisted the intrusion.
As Sang-hyuk finished coating him thoroughly, he pressed a single finger inside.
“Ah—no, I don’t want this. It won’t fit…!”
Seo Ha-yoon was terrified at the thought of something entering him after nearly three months. However, his rear welcomed Choi Sang-hyuk’s finger as if it had been waiting.
Choi Sang-hyuk scoffed. Seo Ha-yoon, embarrassed, covered his face with both hands. But that moment was brief. Choi Sang-hyuk soon inserted another finger. Just two thick fingers filled him completely.
“Umm….”
A sense of fullness and anticipation washed over him. The fingers began to move, the semen applied as lubricant making squelching sounds with each thrust.
“Ung… ung… ng….”
Despite the long absence, there was no pain, only a slight discomfort that quickly faded. Instead, a deep pleasure stirred within, causing his hips to involuntarily sway.
“Ah… ah… ng….”
The fingers probed deeper. Each withdrawal and thrust brought him closer to a pleasurable spot.
“Sa, Sang-hyuk….”
Seo Ha-yoon called out, overwhelmed by desire. In response, the fingers plunged deep inside him.
“Ah!”
His hips lifted off the bed, and his entire body tingled with electricity.
“Ah… ng….”
Seo Ha-yoon gripped the sheets, his raised hips trembling. The pleasure coursing through him was almost unbearable.
