Go Hoon’s face twisted in disbelief. Why wouldn’t I? Was that even a real question? What kind of shameless bastard asked something like that?
It wasn’t like he’d ever agreed to let the guy put it in. And trying to shove something that massive into his body was pure insanity. If he recklessly forced something like that inside, he could seriously tear something. The last thing Hoon wanted was to end up permanently damaged from some freak accident.
“No penetration.”
“Why not?”
He shook his head firmly and shot back a flat refusal, only for the question to return just as casually. Bae Jung-yoon was staring at him like a curious child. Go Hoon scoffed and let out a breathy laugh of disbelief.
“Would you want that thing shoved inside your body?”
He motioned with his eyes in disgust, and Bae Jung-yoon followed his gaze, lowering his head. After staring down at his own erect cock, he replied as if it were no big deal.
“That assumption makes no sense. I can’t put mine into myself.”
“…It was a hypothetical, dumbass. I wasn’t literally telling you to put it in yourself.”
Go Hoon’s voice turned sharp and clipped. But Bae Jung-yoon just kept smiling, eyes fixed on him like he still didn’t get it.
“What I’m saying is, that thing’s not going to fit inside me.”
“Don’t worry. It’ll fit.”
Go Hoon was at a loss for words. A chill raced down his spine, and his body instinctively tensed, his entrance clenching tight on its own.
Liar. There’s no way. That monster of a cock? Inside anyone? How hard would you even have to ram it to get it all in? The thought alone was horrifying.
Naturally, his mind wandered. How the hell did Choi Joo-won ever take something that big? It wasn’t exactly pleasant to picture the guy in this moment, but his brain couldn’t help but drift there.
While Go Hoon was momentarily lost in thought, Bae Jung-yoon suddenly grabbed his shoulder and tried to turn him around by force. The blood instantly drained from his face. Panic hit him like a wave, and he instinctively clamped onto the man’s arm.
“I told you—no penetration.”
His voice was firm, unwavering. But it didn’t seem to matter to Bae Jung-yoon.
“Hoon-ah, let’s not waste energy on this.”
“…….”
“I’ve already held back a lot. I don’t plan on doing that anymore.”
His sweet tone veiled a frightening warning.
“So just lie down and stay still. I’ll be as gentle as possible.”
There was a gleam in Bae Jung-yoon’s smiling eyes—one that made it clear he wouldn’t back down, no matter how much Go Hoon refused. And worse, he was enjoying this.
Go Hoon forced a crooked grin.
“How about we flip the script? I’m the one putting it in you.”
They say people in love tend to become submissive, but Go Hoon refused to be anyone’s pawn—especially not Bae Jung-yoon’s. The moment he became the passive one, he knew he’d get dragged around by every meaningless word, every teasing joke.
He wanted to shake off this feeling of being cornered. To escape this atmosphere where it felt like everything moved according to Jung-yoon’s whims. He didn’t know if sheer willpower would make a difference, but even so, he wasn’t about to throw his pride away that easily.
“Hmm, see, I prefer doing the fucking over getting fucked.”
Oh, so I’m just the one who takes it, huh? Go Hoon’s frustration only deepened. The tension in the air tightened as Bae Jung-yoon pressed his arousal against Go Hoon’s thigh, narrowing his eyes with a softened gaze. Go Hoon started inching backward, trying to slip out from under him.
Bae Jung-yoon remained calm, observing his reactions with amusement. But the moment it looked like Go Hoon’s leg might slip off the edge of the bed, he moved fast—his hand shot out and grabbed him, yanking him back with force.
The sudden, aggressive pull sparked instinctive fear. Go Hoon reflexively lifted his leg. As he was dragged down the bed, he shoved his foot onto Bae Jung-yoon’s shoulder, trying to block him from climbing on top. But the look in the man’s eyes only turned more entertained.
He’d barely moved, and yet his breath was already uneven from the tension. Go Hoon glared at him, jaw tight. When he tried pushing down with his heel again, Bae Jung-yoon’s voice returned, calm and coaxing.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Hoon-ah. Don’t be scared.”
But the soft voice didn’t match the rough hands gripping his stiff calves. Those hands moved slowly down, tracing over his ankles. Then Bae Jung-yoon looked at his legs with curious eyes.
“You’re a fluffy furball when you’re a cat, but as a human, you’re completely smooth. How’s that work?”
Go Hoon didn’t have much body hair. Especially on his arms and legs—it was practically nonexistent. Some people found it odd, but he never cared. It never caused any problems.
Fingers glided back up along his long legs, stopping at an old scar on his knee. The light touch made his shoulders twitch involuntarily. As he ran his fingers along the scar, Bae Jung-yoon stared down at him.
It was deliberate—clearly so. The way he did it brought back a memory: the time Bae Jung-yoon had washed his feet, and how Go Hoon’s body had betrayed him with a reaction. He hated that he remembered it.
Bae Jung-yoon leaned down, tilting his head slightly. His soft lips pressed against the scar. Then, through the small gap, a red tongue flicked out and slowly licked it—like an animal tending a wound.
His lips followed a slow, teasing path down Go Hoon’s leg, reaching the sharp curve of his ankle bone. When those warm lips finally settled there, a tingling sensation rippled through his calf, making the muscles tense.
But he didn’t stop. Bae Jung-yoon kept going—past the top of Go Hoon’s foot, down to the soft arch of his sole.
The words What the hell are you doing, you freak? hovered at the tip of Go Hoon’s tongue, but they never made it into sound.
He didn’t know what to do. Half propped up, his body gave a slight tremble. He didn’t want to react to the way Bae Jung-yoon was obsessively biting and licking his foot—but his body was already responding.
Shit. He swore inwardly. His once-soft arousal swelled again. On top of that, he could feel the heat rising in his face. It was like his whole body was on fire—and Bae Jung-yoon, oblivious, just kept pouring fuel on it.
“Looks like your feet are sensitive, Hoonie.”
Go Hoon squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head sharply.
“…Shut the fuck up, asshole.”
The retort slipped out before he could stop it, sharp and biting—because it was true. He heard a low laugh in response. It grated on him, but even so, he couldn’t bring himself to push Bae Jung-yoon away.
He didn’t know anymore. He had no idea how to react in a situation like this.
Seeing Bae Jung-yoon focus on him so completely made his heart pound. A selfish urge rose up—wanting those deep, black eyes to stay fixed on him just a little longer.
It was hard to push someone away when they looked at you like that—with the affection of someone utterly in love. He didn’t want to be the one swept away by emotion. He didn’t want to be the submissive one. But right now… wasn’t Bae Jung-yoon the one playing that role?
“Hoon-ah, I want to be inside you. Please… let me.”
His voice melted in his ear, tender and pleading.
In that moment, Bae Jung-yoon didn’t look like someone in control. He looked like someone on his knees, waiting for permission. His gaze held a singular, desperate desire. It was so intense, it began to soften Go Hoon’s guarded heart. Even if it was clearly a performance—he still faltered.
Go Hoon couldn’t find a way to stop him. Even if he pushed him away with all his strength, it wouldn’t work. And truthfully… his own resolve was starting to waver.
“It’s not that you don’t want me,” Bae Jung-yoon murmured. “You’re just scared. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
His voice was like the devil’s—soft, slow, endlessly coaxing. And then came a dangerous thought. Should I just give him what he wants? It’s not like letting him take it from behind would kill him. Besides, he promised it wouldn’t hurt.
The thought barely settled before vanishing again.
Bae Jung-yoon’s lips glided up his leg, reverent like a priest performing a sacred rite, until they reached his thigh. He stopped there, looking up at Go Hoon—waiting for a response.
“…Do whatever you want.”
The words slipped out, low and hesitant, a product of a heart too soft to resist any longer. But Bae Jung-yoon heard them, and a slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips.
Go Hoon’s arms gave out, and he collapsed against the bed, eyes on the ceiling.
“Haa… ha…”
Heavy breaths passed between his lips. Warm air slid closer, deeper, and he raised a hand to cover his face.
When sharp teeth grazed the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh, Go Hoon bit down on his lip. Bae Jung-yoon lingered there, leaving persistent bite marks before finally sitting up. He wrapped a hand around Go Hoon’s fully erect cock and gave it a slow stroke.
“Turn over, Hoon-ah.”
The command was soft—gentle, even.
Go Hoon narrowed his brows and looked up, only for warm lips to press against the shell of his ear. The electric touch made his shoulder twitch. As his stiff cock nudged into his groin, a low whisper stirred beside his ear.
“Hmm? Hoon-ah, good kitties listen to their hyung.”
The teasing breath sent chills down his spine. Go Hoon glared, his eyes sharp and narrowed.
Still calling me a cat in a moment like this? Judging by the deadly glare, Bae Jung-yoon had definitely read the insult loud and clear. He laughed heartily and straightened up.
“Alright, alright. I’ll drop the cat talk. So stop glaring and just turn over, yeah?”
Go Hoon hesitated. Then, finally, he let go of his sharp gaze and slowly flipped himself over. He buried his face between his arms—he couldn’t stand to lift his head.
His mind was still tangled in conflict. Is it really okay to let him do this?
He bit the inside of his cheek. His breath came fast and shaky. Somewhere to the side, he heard the rustling of a drawer—probably from the nightstand next to the bed.
Go Hoon didn’t know what was in there. It wasn’t a place he ever paid attention to.
For no reason, unease tightened in his chest. Should he turn around and check? He was debating it when a warm hand pulled at his hips.
His ass lifted automatically, arching into a pose like a stretching cat. Shame flushed hot across his face. Then—drip. Something cold and slick trickled down between his cheeks. His waist twitched, and his thighs stiffened.
Strong hands gripped his ass. Bae Jung-yoon used his thumbs to spread him open, then slowly smoothed the dripping gel across his entrance, fingers grazing it gently.
The touch, landing on such a hidden, private place, was both awkward and deeply embarrassing. His nerves centered there, and before he could control it, his hole clenched and released in repeated spasms. He was startled by his own lack of control—just as a single long finger pushed in without warning.
“Nnngh… f-fuck.”
A curse tore out between gritted teeth.
Fucking hell, that hurts. A searing pain—like nothing he’d ever felt—shot through the lower half of his body. The pressure of something forcing its way in made it feel like he couldn’t breathe.
