“…Mm, nn, hah…!”
His body warmed obediently, and a sweet little moan slipped through their joined lips. But Se-min’s heart was pounding for a different reason entirely.
This isn’t right. This—this isn’t right…. Hyung was still just watching him. It felt like he was cheating on Hyung with someone else, and the thought made Se-min’s head spin.
But the one he was kissing was also Cha-hyeon. If they were both Sung Cha-hyeon, didn’t that make it okay? The situation was so dizzying that even the soft hollows of his soles tingled numb.
“Haa!”
As abruptly as the kiss had started, their lips broke apart—sudden and breathless. Face blazing red, Se-min coughed. He couldn’t catch his breath because he was too conscious of Hyung’s gaze.
After a few coughs, reflex tears gathered at the corners of his eyes. Cha-hyeon caught his chin again. Now Se-min’s whole world was nothing but Cha-hyeon. When those strong fingers clamped both cheeks, his round cheeks dented in.
“Who is it you’re kissing right now?”
The question came out compulsive, like a screw had come loose somewhere. Se-min’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
Was this fear—or excitement? His heart was pounding so hard he couldn’t think straight. Lips parting, he stammered out an answer.
“C-Cha-hyeon Hyung….”
“Yeah, that’s right. It’s Cha-hyeon Hyung. You make sure to remember that, okay?”
With a soft, lazy eye-smile, Cha-hyeon answered. The grip on his cheeks eased. The way he practically flaunted himself felt like outright seduction, and heat flared in the pit of Se-min’s stomach.
I’m kissing Cha-hyeon Hyung. With Cha-hyeon Hyung….
“—Mm!”
Startled by the hands that seized his knees and pushed them apart, Se-min flinched. He’d already been kissing in a posture that seemed to welcome Cha-hyeon, so his legs didn’t spread wide, but the feel of his joints opening made him tense.
The hands that held his knees slid down his calves, then fetched a nearby pillow and tucked it under his hips. With that plush lift, his most sensitive place was bared even more shamelessly.
Under the light, Cha-hyeon’s gaze dropped to Se-min’s exposed cleft, stark and indecent. Being looked down on while half-hard from the kiss and heat made him burn with shame. Se-min furtively turned his face aside and pursed his lips.
“Hey, Se-min—what about the lube?”
A ticklish whisper brushed his ear. Lube? He peeked up at Cha-hyeon again, timid.
“Ah, that’s funny. So that’s where it was?”
A hint of laughter colored Cha-hyeon’s voice. His big hand was holding an opaque tube. It must’ve been buried in the blankets, which was why they hadn’t noticed it.
“Here I was thinking your back just gets wet on its own.”
“Hng…! What kind of crazy—”
Blindsided, Se-min was aghast. With a straight face, Cha-hyeon popped the cap and talked nonsense. He squeezed out enough to slick his whole hand and leaned in. Knowing exactly what was about to happen, Se-min panted in short, ragged breaths.
…But is the other Cha-hyeon Hyung still watching this…?
It was then.
“Se-min.”
Hyung’s voice came from right beside him. Se-min’s heart dropped, and his eyes flew wide. His gaze darted to the owner of that voice.
“H-Hyung?”
At some point, Hyung had climbed onto the bed and was lying slanted next to him. A person couldn’t move that fast without a sound, but Se-min didn’t register anything strange.
“—Mm!”
Looking down at them, Hyung lowered the corners of his mouth, as if to say, what am I going to do with you? There was a Sung Cha-hyeon beside him—and another above him. Se-min’s chest rose and fell too fast, agitation sharp as a prickle.
“I’m really upset. What are you doing with another man in front of your boyfriend?”
“Boyfriend?”
Unlike Se-min, who turned his whole head, Cha-hyeon only rolled his eyes to check the other man. His fingers were busy testing the viscous drag of the melted lube.
“If I’m not your boyfriend, what am I?”
His tone was cool, but the corners of his mouth tipped up gently as he ostentatiously took Se-min’s hand. Bringing it to his lips, Hyung planted slow kisses on the back: peck, peck, peck…
“U-uh… Hyung, Hyuung….”
For no reason he could name, Se-min called to Hyung in a small, urgent voice. The ticklish contact lasted only a moment before Hyung playfully took the tip of his ring finger between his teeth—not enough to hurt. Strung tight with tension and arousal, his body felt even the graze of teeth as a sting. Se-min jolted.
“Me and Se-min are lovers on the premise of marriage. And we’re pair partners.”
Hyung mumbled around his fingers, words a little mushy. Wedged between two identical faces bristling with rivalry, Se-min’s breathing grew even more ragged.
“Ha. What a load of crap.”
With a short bark of laughter, Cha-hyeon instantly sobered. Black mist bloomed in the air. Even in the confusion, instinct screamed danger, and Se-min’s eyes flew wide. Sung Cha-hyeon getting hurt was absolutely out of the question.
In that instant, the menacing black mist—shaped like a long leaden arrow—crumbled with a soft crackle, as if by magic. Maybe he hadn’t expected it; Cha-hyeon cocked his head, puzzled.
A frown tugged tight between his brows again, but he still couldn’t call up the black mist like before. Staring at a point in the air with a gaze as disengaged as if he were eyeing an object, he lowered his eyes.
“Inventory’s locked, skills are locked… that’s a first.”
That blatant stare made the backs of Se-min’s knees tingle. It was the look of someone pinning the blame on him; stung by the unfairness, his shoulders hunched.
“A world where everything goes Ji Se-min’s way.”
Murmuring something indecipherable, Cha-hyeon tilted his head. Under the lights, the glossy sheen in his eyes flashed with something far too dangerous.
“Ah, so those phantoms?”
Again he muttered to himself—opaque as ever. It was like a padlock had been clamped over a chunk of Se-min’s brain; he couldn’t even try to understand it, but in his own way, Cha-hyeon seemed to accept something.
His eyes slid, snake-like. They landed on Hyung, who was still holding Se-min’s hand and pressing it to his own cheek.
He lifted one corner of his mouth at Cha-hyeon. It was a smile completely unlike the tender ones he always gave when he met Se-min’s eyes.
Maybe it was that provocative smile. The muscle in Cha-hyeon’s jaw twitched, and he suddenly clamped down hard on the hand holding the back of Se-min’s knee. The forceful push left red finger marks, and Se-min’s legs spread even wider.
Slick fingers touched his entrance. With the lightest press, the starved little hole accepted him easily.
“Nn—ah…!”
Two fingers began to pry into his tight lower passage without warning, and his inner walls clenched in shock. But those long, deft fingers slid in with no trouble at all.
“Mm—hnn…!”
They sank to the knuckles, probing along his inner walls. They stroked the spasming, puckered inside, then found the soft spot with practiced ease and ground it hard.
“Ah—ah! Hhng—Hyung, Hyung—hahk!”
The sudden surge of sensation set his head ablaze. With the spot on his lower belly pressed from inside, pleasure swallowed him whole in an instant. With his heart already racing, the act made his body twice as sensitive as usual.
“Hhh—too—w-wait…!”
Sometime during the sharp flick of his wrist, Cha-hyeon’s index finger had also forced its way in. The stretch—already tight with two fingers—pried wider, and Se-min’s mouth fell slack.
“Uh—hn, ah—ah! Cha-hyeon—Hyung—nn!”
Something as thick and long as a decent cock ravaged his inner walls. The lube, liquefied by heat, spattered in dots each time Cha-hyeon snapped his wrist. Heat pooled so fiercely in his belly it even triggered the urge to pee, and Se-min instinctively reached to grab his own cock.
“Ahk—ha—Hyung…?”
Just then, someone caught his hand. It was Hyung, still reclining at his side.
Had he held it there the whole time, pressed to his cheek? Or had he not realized he was holding it? Maybe he’d let go for a moment. Without noticing…. But that wasn’t important.
Stopping him from touching himself, Hyung squeezed his hand, then cupped his cheek with the other and turned his face toward him.
“Ah—aaah… mm….”
Se-min’s breath shook. Hyung—wearing that gentle smile he knew so well—filled his whole vision. The way his fingertips softly stroked his cheek, like a tickle, was nothing but tender.
“Haa… Se-min. What do you think you’re doing right now?”
“Hhn!”
He sucked in a sharp breath. Cha-hyeon had grabbed his cock in a rough fist and clamped a thumb over the slit. The sudden, harsh jolt made his body jerk.
“Not focusing on me—fuck—where do you think you’re looking?”
“Ah—ugh! Ah—ah!”
The hand working his rear turned even more brutal. His vision spun, and without meaning to, he shook off the hand cupping his cheek.
“Se-min. Baby. I’m the Hyung ramming you so hard my wrist might snap, aren’t I? Hm?”
“Hah—nh!”
When he twisted his hips, the callused grip around his cock rubbed him instinctively. Pressing that neat nail hard against his slit sent a wave of about-to-lose-it sensation crashing over him.
“Ah—please, Hyung, let go—mm—I wanna—ah!”
“Why would I let you go? If I do, you’ll dump me and run to Sung Cha-hyeon?”
“No—mm—noo!”
If willful mishearing were a skill, he had it in spades. Denied release when he was desperate to finish, a strange need to expel spiked abnormally high. Flushed up to his collarbones, he teared up. With the feeling that something inside was about to burst, his curled toes kept pushing at the sheet.
“Nn—hghh! Hahk…!”
The sensation crested into a peculiar climax. Without ejaculating, he spasmed through a dry peak, back arched and trembling.
“Hhn!”
Abruptly, the fingers filling him to the brim yanked out. The hole, stretched wide, couldn’t close right away and gaped. Curled tight, Se-min panted through a pleasure that felt both like he’d come and not come at the same time.
“Ah… hh….”
His body flipped lightly. In an instant, he was face-down with his ass tipped up, cheek rubbing the sheet, flushed deep red. The tracks of his tears printed onto the fabric.
It felt good. So good—but hard to bear. His head was foggy, his inner walls itched. The pleasure that hadn’t been allowed to explode only made his overheated body suffer. If only something thicker and longer would drive in to the hilt and pound him hard. If only it would take him all the way over.
His spread hip joints ached. Hearing a belt unbuckle behind him, he gingerly shifted to brace himself.
“Hhh….”
Pushing up on his arms to lift his body, Se-min realized Hyung was right in front of him.
