Something about this… is comfy and fun. Forgetting to even lift his hips, Se-min—who’d been drooling on Cha-hyeon’s shoulder—raised his head again.
He liked that their eyes were finally level for once, even though they were still joined below—he’d always had to look up at him. Blinking slowly, Se-min stared at Cha-hyeon and abruptly blurted something that had nothing to do with their earlier conversation.
“You’re really handsome.”
“You just figured that out now?”
But Se-min didn’t so much as register the words. He pressed his lips hard to the man’s cheek and went smooch, smooch, smooch, pecking like a little beak. Getting that barrage of kisses on top of the nibbling, Cha-hyeon let out a disbelieving laugh.
“You’re mine, Hyung.”
“And you just figured that out too.”
Whatever Cha-hyeon said, Se-min threw his arms around him again and giggled, heh-heh. The more he talked, the drunker he felt, but he only noticed how hot his head was getting.
“Ugh, Cha-hyeon hyung is mine….”
Repeating himself, Se-min started to bounce up and down. The lust simmering low in his belly caught fire in an instant. Leaning comfortably on Cha-hyeon while he moved his hips made him suddenly bold.
“Ha… hh… hnng….”
He loved the slow, mellow friction right where he wanted it. The pleasure that chased every thought from his head was incredible, but whispering secret affection while they were joined was just as rapturous.
“Thanks for—hff—accepting my proposal, Hyung. Ugh… mm….”
The hand that had been lazily stroking over his pelvis wandered up, tickling across the excited hollow of his back. Melted against him even more, Se-min began to rock forward and back. When the sweet spot was rubbed, a groan like a sigh slipped out.
“Ahh… hhnng… ah… Hyung, I like it….”
“My Guide’s being awfully honest today.”
“Ugh… hhn… haahk….”
The join was slick everywhere from lube that had long since turned runny. Their pressed-together skin was the same. A fine sweat beaded up, and heavy warmth curled between them.
This man was his now. The Cha-hyeon hyung he liked had finally become his. Mine. He’s mine. Possessiveness, swollen to something irrational, kept spilling nonstop through lips numbed by drink.
“Cha-hyeon—hff—ah—Sung Cha-hyeon… you’re mine. Hhh….”
“Oh? So it’s not honesty—you just wanted to drop the honorifics?”
With a mischievous smile, he thrust up from below. The thick thing driving in deep and hard made Se-min’s head snap back.
“Ahk!”
The smack of flesh on flesh rang out. Digging his nails into Cha-hyeon’s shoulder, Se-min looked at him with giddy eyes.
“Hm? Since when did you want to talk like equals with Hyung?”
“Ugh—haahk!”
Another savage upward jab made Se-min squeeze his eyes shut. In his drink-hazy brain, he only then noticed he’d dropped the word Hyung by mistake.
Normally he’d have scrambled to explain he didn’t mean it. But he’d polished off more than half the bottle, and the raw, provoking sex had dulled his reason; emboldened, he pushed back. Besides, they’d even promised to marry—and now he was getting scolded for skipping Hyung once? How petty…
“Ahh—Cha-hyeon-ie—ugh—you always talk down to me anyway… mmff!”
In his mind, it was a perfectly logical retort. But even after sharing the wine, perfectly steady-looking Cha-hyeon just let out an incredulous laugh.
“Then should I speak formally to you?”
“No—ugh—ahh!”
As if interrogating him, Cha-hyeon started ramming up into him hard. The hotel room went loud and messy, a far cry from his earlier teasing pace. Se-min’s moans changed at once, and his fingers curled tight.
“Ah… ngh… hnn… ahh-uhk…!”
The sensation of his belly being speared deep made Se-min’s back bow long. Cha-hyeon’s laughter grew richer.
“Excuse me? Am I supposed to use honorifics with a dongsaeng who’s ten years younger than me?”
“Hhngh—haa—mmff!”
The teasing didn’t really register. Chasing the sudden swell of pleasure, Se-min slammed his hips down to meet the beat of Cha-hyeon’s cock driving into the depths of his belly.
With movements hard enough to make his whole body ring, climax surged fast. He’d already come several times, so it rose even quicker.
“Ah—I’m gonna—hff—ahh!”
Unable to bear the buzzing bliss under his skin, Se-min’s lower belly hollowed. His inner walls clenched instinctively, squeezing the man’s length. Grinning, Cha-hyeon grit his teeth.
The rough pounding at his over-sensitized peak continued. Having already come again and again, Se-min felt like just that one motion would push him over the edge.
“Ah… ugh… hhh…!”
But the blinding brink right within reach vanished when Cha-hyeon suddenly wrapped him up tight. The violent thrusts stirring his inner walls with that thick cock—and Se-min’s riding—both cut off without warning.
“Ha… hhn… haa… ngh….”
Se-min shivered. He couldn’t tell if the feeling low in his belly was a sting or a relief. The prickly ache made his hips twist and his body tremble. Loosened by drink and unashamed, he vented his displeasure plainly.
“Why’d you stop…!”
He even smacked Cha-hyeon in the chest like he meant it to hurt. But Cha-hyeon only smiled, as if he’d been tapped by a cat’s paw.
“I just thought of something fun.”
Panting in ragged bursts right at the edge, Se-min stared in puzzled disbelief. Smiling sweetly, he used an unfamiliar form of address.
“Se-min-ssi?”
Se-min’s narrowed eyes went round. Tilting his head slightly, Cha-hyeon tasted another variant he’d never used.
“Se-min-nim? Guide-nim? That sounds a bit weird. Se-min-ssi is better, right?”
“Wh-what are you….”
Se-min’s throat bobbed. Under the hotel lights, the gleam in Cha-hyeon’s eyes said he wouldn’t back down until he got an answer. No—more like, whatever the reply, the conclusion had already been decided.
Sure enough, with a broad grin, he got to the point.
“Thinking it over… if I speak formally and you talk down while we have sex, that might be a fun twist.”
“…Huh?”
Blinking his heavy lids, Se-min asked back. Stroking the goose-bumped small of his back, Cha-hyeon murmured, voice low.
“How about it? Doesn’t that sound fun to try?”
There was a deferential politeness to it, like he was addressing a superior. Drunk enough that his mood kept flipping, Se-min swallowed dryly, as if he’d never snapped a moment earlier. Being addressed politely by Cha-hyeon—as though he were older—sent a strange tickle through his chest.
“…….”
To be honest, more than tickling… it turned him on. The instant he pictured Cha-hyeon calling him politely and speaking in formal speech, heat flooded him.
Awkward, Se-min glanced aside. The flush in his cheeks, already rosy from wine, deepened. Watching the change play out with delighted curiosity, Cha-hyeon coaxed, “Hm?” nudging him for an answer.
“…You know. If I’m talking down and Hyung’s speaking formally, then instead of ‘Se-min-ssi’… Master would be more….”
Too drunk to keep a tight grip on reason, Se-min pulled up one of the deep-buried scenarios he’d rehearsed. Not expecting an answer that raised the stakes, Cha-hyeon jerked his head aside, shoulders and neck trembling with suppressed laughter.
Seeing Hyung stifle it made even Se-min flush with embarrassment for once. But with alcohol sharpening his emotions, he doubled down instead.
“…Why are you laughing? Do I amuse you, Hyung? I—I said it because I think it’d be fun too.”
The fantasy of Cha-hyeon treating him with utmost politeness tangled with his own possessiveness, and Se-min grew desperate for that kind of play. So desperate that if he didn’t get it now, he felt like he’d throw a fit. It wasn’t like he was giving something and taking it back….
A brain eaten by alcohol wouldn’t let him think straight. As his eyes sharpened into little triangles, Cha-hyeon smoothed away his smile, kissed his cheek as if to calm him, and said:
“Okay, but I’ll save that as a special event for later. For now, how about… this instead?”
Smack—another kiss to his cheek, closer to his ear this time. With his lips still against Se-min’s skin, Cha-hyeon whispered:
“I want you so badly… like I can’t live without you. I’ll worship you like a precious Master. Would that do?”
The concrete picture made Se-min’s mouth go dry. Heat flared so sharply he clenched around the cock inside without meaning to. The prickly, frustrated edge from being stopped right before release returned even sharper.
“Hm?”
“Hff…”
“Yees?”
This time his lips brushed right by Se-min’s earlobe. Fine hairs stood on end, and Se-min hunched his shoulders reflexively. Smiling slyly, Cha-hyeon’s eyes curved.
“Please tell me what you’d like me to do. Yes?”
