He wanted to ask why—but he couldn’t. The moment a sound escaped his lips, it felt like a hot moan would come pouring out with it.
Even after being tormented like that yesterday, his body was responding faithfully. At the pressure gently rubbing over his glans, his hips jerked upward. The sharp, continuous stimulation gradually blurred his consciousness.
“Feelings change so easily.”
Bae Jung-yoon whispered softly, almost like he was singing a lullaby.
“Whenever you like someone, it always ends with disappointment and parting.”
His smiling eyes looked gentle—affectionate, even. But the gaze beyond them carried a chill, like ice lurking behind velvet.
He seemed like someone who couldn’t bring himself to trust others. A man disillusioned with love. But where had that cynicism come from?
In his clouded mind, Go Hoon remembered Jung-yoon’s reaction when he’d asked if he was dating Choi Joo-won. Then came the part where he admitted he was already seeing someone else.
“So let’s not give this… whatever it is… any more meaning, Hoon. Things are fine the way they are, aren’t they?”
The friction intensified, growing faster. And in an instant, pleasure surged through him like a jolt.
“Haah, s-stop…!”
Go Hoon twisted his head away, knees raised, body trembling violently. The intense, blinding sensation gripped him for what felt like ages. With a few wet spurts, a small amount of semen spilled out—and finally, the hand stopped.
He lay there, gasping, mouth open, struggling for air. He squeezed his eyes shut, then forced them open again. Above him, he saw Bae Jung-yoon, stripping off his clothes.
There was no mistaking what that meant. After tormenting him so thoroughly yesterday, the man was already trying to do it again—barely a day later.
“…Why the hell are you doing this to me?”
His voice came out cracked and low. Jung-yoon responded firmly.
“Because you tried to break our contract—over something that ridiculous.”
Right. He was the one who tried to end it.
He’d thought that his growing attraction to Jung-yoon would eventually poison them both. One-sided feelings were exhausting—for both parties. If this continued, if things got messy, undefined, he’d rather draw a line now. That was the only way he knew how to protect himself.
So when he brought up ending the deal, he’d thought it wouldn’t matter what Jung-yoon did to him afterward. He never expected it would turn out like this.
“Like I said—I’m not ending this. So don’t even think about scheming, Hoon.”
His head was a tangled mess. He still had no idea what Jung-yoon really wanted from him. If he didn’t even believe in love, why go this far just to keep him close? It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t normal.
Honestly, Go Hoon wasn’t even sure anymore what a healthy relationship looked like. Rational thought had become nearly impossible. He could feel it—how easily he was being swept up in Jung-yoon’s pace.
Like a small bug gnawing away at his brain, bit by bit.
Jung-yoon was too complicated. Too selfish. Hoon, who tried to avoid messy thoughts whenever possible, just wasn’t equipped to deal with someone like that. He was hazardous to his mental health. And yet, stupidly, Hoon still couldn’t bring himself to push him away.
He stared at the man who was wholly focused on him. Those deep black eyes, wide open without a single blink, seemed to grip every inch of his nervous system.
That gaze was terrifyingly intense. It felt like he was pleading—like he truly wanted him. Even knowing it was probably just wishful thinking, Hoon’s body didn’t listen to his mind anymore.
He’d never felt anything like this before. It was like slowly sinking, being dragged down into the depths. The more he resisted, the deeper he was pulled in—like a swamp with no escape.
Jung-yoon gently stroked Hoon’s cheek and leaned in. He placed a soft kiss on Hoon’s tightly closed lips. Hot breath tickled his skin, followed by sharp teeth grazing along the surface.
Hoon’s body jolted. Jung-yoon licked and sucked persistently at the sealed lips. It felt like he was trying to court him—like he was holding himself back, waiting for permission.
And honestly, it wasn’t easy for Hoon to suppress his feelings either.
Because he already had feelings for Bae Jung-yoon—something far beyond friendship. He’d been trying to kill those emotions with cold reason, but the other man kept chipping away at every wall he built.
Humans all have desires. But for Go Hoon, expressing those desires was unfamiliar. His life had been more about giving things up than wanting them. More about settling than chasing.
So he hadn’t allowed himself to want. And yet now, it felt like Jung-yoon was tempting him—pulling him in deeper. If this continued, if the man kept pressing him like this, he wouldn’t be able to hold back anymore.
He couldn’t help it. He started to want to show him—just how much he desired him.
After a moment of hesitation, Hoon finally parted his lips slightly. At that exact moment, a hot tongue slipped in through the gap. As if he’d been waiting for that tiny opening, Jung-yoon dove in like a man possessed.
Their heads tilted. The kiss deepened, grew fiercer. Two large hands cupped Hoon’s cheeks and ears all at once. At that moment, Go Hoon felt like a man drowning—completely cut off from the world around him.
It was like the two of them were trapped alone beneath a quiet surface. His stiff body slowly began to move, arms instinctively wrapping around the other man—as if Jung-yoon were his only source of air.
And strangely, in that moment, Go Hoon felt free. He began to kiss back—eagerly, actively.
As if rewarding him, Jung-yoon softly caressed his cheek again, then slid his large hands down, roughly rubbing over Hoon’s chest and side. His frantic movements felt like he was searching for warmth in the cold.
A hand slid down past his waist, slipping between his open thighs. Jung-yoon’s fingers brushed over the swollen entrance. A sharp sting followed, and a moan escaped Go Hoon’s lips before he could suppress it.
Almost immediately, Bae Jung-yoon pulled back slightly and asked in a low voice,
“Does it hurt a lot?”
Is that seriously a question right now?
Go Hoon narrowed his brows and shot him a glare of protest. Jung-yoon let out a soft chuckle and moved off him. Before Hoon could process the sudden retreat, a muscular chest pressed against his back.
One arm wrapped around his shoulders, and Jung-yoon slid his hand up Hoon’s thigh, pushing up the robe that had come undone. Then he nestled his hardened cock between Hoon’s thighs.
“Squeeze them for me, Hoon.”
The breath at his ear made his shoulders twitch. As if urging his loosened body into action, Jung-yoon grabbed his ass firmly.
“Ugh… wait, just…”
Feeling the strength of that grip, Go Hoon squirmed for a moment but eventually did as told, tightening his thighs. At the same time, an erect shaft slid between them, rubbing persistently against his lower half.
“Hnn…”
A low moan spilled from his lips as he furrowed his brow. The thick flesh pressing just beneath his cock grazed and rubbed against his shaft and balls, applying relentless pressure.
He bowed his head, fingers clutching tightly at the sheets—until a large hand gently overlapped his own. Jung-yoon pulled him in closer, hips rocking steadily behind him.
The friction was fast and raw, heating the skin of his inner thighs. What had started dry was now slick with precum, glistening with arousal.
The more aroused he became, the tighter he squeezed his thighs. Every time his knees drew closer, soft gasps spilled from his throat. A low groan echoed from the back of his neck with each twitch.
The firm body at his back anchored him. Hot lips repeatedly pressed against his neck and shoulders, and yet, it still wasn’t enough. With their hands still joined, Jung-yoon began to rub his body more urgently.
“Hoon.”
His voice, calling his name, was thick and slow—almost sticky. Go Hoon felt it again: that strangely excessive tenderness. Or rather… not genuine tenderness, but something that mimicked it expertly.
That realization brought another question to the surface. Was he like this with everyone he slept with? Touching them like they were someone he cherished… someone he loved?
But he didn’t have time to dwell on it. The friction between their bodies grew rougher, and any remaining thoughts were swept away. All that remained was the breathless rush of pleasure.
***
He wiped the steam from the mirror with his palm and stared at the reflection in silence. Red marks stained his neck and chest. Honestly, nowhere on his body had been spared.
Even last night, he couldn’t push Bae Jung-yoon away. Again. How many times had it been now? Counting felt pointless.
It had been about two weeks since break began. And in that time, he’d had sex with Jung-yoon more times than he could keep track of.
At night, he couldn’t push him away. And every morning, Go Hoon would clutch his hair in regret.
He should’ve been firm. Should’ve stayed rational instead of giving in to instinct.
But it was already too late. He’d made too many mistakes. And the more time passed, the more even regret started to fade.
Is this how it’s going to be now? Just sex partners?
No… maybe Jung-yoon already saw him that way.
Every time they slept together, Jung-yoon acted like a starved animal. Biting him all over wasn’t enough—he groped and sucked at his chest so aggressively it felt like his nipples might fall off. His insides were so thoroughly ransacked they never had a chance to stop swelling.
How the hell did he hold back all that lust before?
Clicking his tongue in irritation, Go Hoon traced a particularly deep mark. It was in a place too visible to hide.
“…I told you not to leave marks where they show. You just don’t listen, do you.”
Muttering under his breath, he pulled the medicated patches from the towel rack—ones he’d prepared ahead of time. He carefully applied them over the visible marks, then stuck more to his aching back and limbs.
When he stepped into the living room, he saw the person responsible for all this. Bae Jung-yoon looked up from his tablet. As usual, he was impeccably dressed in a clean, tailored suit.
