“There’s no need to get out. I’ll be right back.”
On the way home, Sa-yoon suddenly shook an empty cigarette pack and said he needed to stop by a convenience store. Conveniently, there was one right at the corner where the alley met the main road.
As soon as they parked nearby, Sa-yoon hopped out, saying he’d go alone. His long legs carried him away quickly.
Shin-jae watched from inside the car as he disappeared into the store. Only then did he let his head drop onto the steering wheel.
Everything that had happened just moments ago felt like a dream. The warmth of Sa-yoon’s breath settling over his lips, the way his tongue traced along the inside of his mouth, the quiet moan that followed. Just thinking about it made his body react automatically, a heavy ache settling low in his stomach.
He felt like he was floating on clouds. Could this really be happening? If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.
As he absentmindedly brushed his fingers over his lips, there was a knock at the window. Tap, tap.
Sa-yoon was standing outside, smiling. There was no way he had already finished his errand—it hadn’t even been ten seconds. Shin-jae rolled down the window, confirming his suspicion. Sa-yoon’s hands were empty.
“What do you want to eat? We already had dinner, but, well, we might get hungry later.”
Why would they get hungry later? The question briefly crossed Shin-jae’s mind, but he simply shook his head. Convenience store food was predictable, and he wasn’t particularly fond of it.
“Yeah? Alright.”
He expected Sa-yoon to head back inside to actually buy what he needed. Instead, Sa-yoon suddenly leaned into the car.
A quick peck.
“I’ll be right back.”
Only after Sa-yoon disappeared for the second time did Shin-jae finally release the breath he had been holding.
“…Ha.”
Seriously, what kind of person does something like that?
***
“W-Wait…”
“Just a little more.”
“It’s been thirty minutes,” Sa-yoon murmured, stroking the broad back of his younger lover, who buried his face against his neck with a soft whimper.
Where had it all gone wrong?
The moment they got back from the convenience store, Shin-jae had said exactly one thing:
“Buckle up.”
Then, without another word, he had floored the gas pedal. The speedometer needle climbed at an alarming rate. If he exaggerated a little, he could say he blinked once—and suddenly, they were in the garage.
The way Shin-jae was pressing down on the gas with such a serious expression, Sa-yoon thought something must have happened. But no.
The moment they stepped inside, he was seized by the cheeks and showered with kisses. His face, his eyelids, the tip of his nose, and finally, his lips. It was so desperate that anyone watching would have mistaken them for lovers on the brink of the world’s end.
By the time he snapped back to reality, they had already wasted thirty minutes just standing in the entryway.
That first kiss had undoubtedly flipped the switch on a twenty-year-old’s sex drive. Then again, at that age, even the slightest touch was enough to set someone off.
Completely unaware that he had just thrown fuel onto the fire, Sa-yoon thought to himself.
The problem was, he didn’t exactly hate the way Shin-jae clung to him. In fact, it was kind of cute—his boyfriend was clearly obsessed with him, and there was no way he could find that unappealing. But strangely, the more they kissed, the more his hunger intensified rather than being satisfied.
By the time he had let it continue unchecked, they had reached the landing of the stairs leading to the second floor. If they stayed like this, they’d probably greet the sunrise right there. Sa-yoon finally grabbed Shin-jae’s hand and tugged him along.
“Hyung…”
As soon as they stepped through the bedroom door, Shin-jae latched onto him from behind, nipping at the back of his neck.
Now that they had made it to their destination, Sa-yoon turned around and caught his lips once more. Sucking firmly at the base of Shin-jae’s tongue, he felt strong hands seize his waist and pull him in tighter.
“Ah…”
With no space between them, their hips ground together, their hardening lengths rubbing against each other’s thighs. By the time Shin-jae realized what he was doing, he was already fully hard.
Sa-yoon slipped his hand under his clothes, running his fingers over bare skin. Shin-jae flinched but didn’t pull away. Taking that as silent permission, Sa-yoon let his hands roam over the firm lines of his waist.
He had worried that, as another man, Shin-jae might hesitate beyond kissing. But it seemed that wasn’t the case.
This wasn’t part of the plan. He hadn’t intended for things to escalate as soon as they got home.
Then again, nothing ever went according to plan.
Charging forward recklessly, kissing like he was going to devour him but not knowing what to do beyond that—it was such a typical twenty-year-old move.
Still, now that they were officially together, even this side of him seemed adorable.
Screw it. They’d come this far—pulling back now would just be weird.
Sa-yoon let himself be pushed back, shedding his clothes piece by piece. First his coat, then his sweatshirt. Since it had to be pulled over his head, he had to push Shin-jae away for a moment, prompting an immediate whine of protest.
“Mm… just a sec.”
The moment their lips parted, Shin-jae let out a disappointed sound, only to pause when he saw Sa-yoon’s coat drop to the floor.
The audible sound of him swallowing was unmistakable.
Just as Sa-yoon reached for the hem of his T-shirt, they arrived at the bed. He sat down and pulled the shirt off the rest of the way. The late-night air was cool, making him shiver slightly as goosebumps rose along his exposed skin.
A hand suddenly pressed against his chest.
When he looked up, Shin-jae was staring at him with wide eyes.
“Is this… a tattoo?”
“Yeah. It’s a mark for organ donation. My little brother was really sick when he was young.”
The day his ten-year-old brother had received a bone marrow transplant, Sa-yoon had gotten the tattoo. It was placed between his chest and collarbone.
“That’s… really cool.”
Shin-jae traced the jagged line of the ECG waveform with his fingertip before, without warning, pressing his whole palm over Sa-yoon’s chest.
“Hyung, your heart is beating so fast.”
“Well, yeah. Look at what we’re doing.”
“Do you… like it too?”
Shin-jae’s gaze, clouded with desire, scanned Sa-yoon’s face as if searching for confirmation. Sa-yoon almost scoffed, about to retort—if I didn’t, would I have kissed you senseless for hours?—but he held his tongue.
Knowing exactly where that self-doubting tendency came from only made it all the more pitiful.
“Come here.”
Sa-yoon, still tingling from the lingering touches, called Shin-jae closer. The moment he obediently leaned in, Sa-yoon pulled him into an embrace and guided him onto his back. Straddling him, their position instantly turned more intimate.
As he peeled off Shin-jae’s shirt, the younger man stiffened slightly, seemingly embarrassed. Sa-yoon pressed a kiss to his lowered eyelids, then lightly nibbled at the tip of his nose before letting go. The warm breath against his chin made Shin-jae shudder.
Without stopping, Sa-yoon trailed feather-light kisses down his face as his hand wandered lower.
“Huuh…”
As he ran his fingers over his smooth chest, something small caught his touch. The moment he teasingly scraped over it, Shin-jae let out a low moan and gripped Sa-yoon’s waist tightly.
Sa-yoon licked at his parted lips before moving even lower.
When his hand finally slipped inside his pants, Shin-jae jolted so hard he practically levitated. A full-grown man, pinned under him like this, yet his core strength was impressive enough to lift himself off the bed.
If he thrusted up with that strength…
The thought alone sent a rush of heat straight to Sa-yoon’s cock, obliterating any remnants of self-control. He ran his tongue over his lower lip as he unfastened Shin-jae’s belt.
“Hyung, hyung, w-wait.”
Up until now, Shin-jae had been remarkably compliant, but suddenly, he was restless—his hands hovered over his thighs, then his waist, fidgeting anxiously.
But he never actually stopped Sa-yoon’s hands.
“You don’t want to?”
“It’s not that, I just…”
It’s embarrassing.
The words came out in a near-whisper, barely audible.
Sa-yoon bit down on his lip with a chuckle.
“What’s there to be embarrassed about? We’re gonna do way more than this.”
Despite his shyness, Shin-jae’s fingers curled tightly where they rested on his thigh, betraying his anticipation. But he still didn’t make another move.
As Sa-yoon finally pulled off his pants, the sight that greeted him made his breath hitch.
“Wow, this is…”
Massive.
Even through the fabric of his briefs, the shape was unmistakable—thick, long, and straining hard. Just looking at the outline alone, it was clear he was huge. Could I even wrap my hand around it?
The moment Sa-yoon touched it, he felt the dampness.
Dark fabric made it harder to see, but the front of his briefs was completely soaked.
“Did you already cum?”
The blunt question made Shin-jae’s already flushed face burn scarlet.
Shit. Was that too harsh?
But the fabric was drenched enough that he asked before thinking.
Watching his tightly clenched jaw tremble, Sa-yoon suddenly realized—he hadn’t even cum yet.
He was this wet just from arousal alone?
Hooking his fingers into the waistband, Sa-yoon pulled down his underwear. Shin-jae squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head, his face now an uncanny shade of tomato red.
The moment the fabric was lowered, his cock sprang free, snapping up against his stomach.
It was smooth, flushed, and—aside from its sheer size—almost pretty.
Not that Sa-yoon had any illusions. He had expected it to be big, given Shin-jae’s build.
But reality had completely shattered his imagination.
The most unusual thing, though, was the thick vein running straight down the center of his shaft.
A single, bulging blood vessel split his cock cleanly into two halves, running symmetrically from base to tip. It was impressive in every sense of the word.
And from the looks of it, he really hadn’t cum yet. The fluid slicking his length from head to base was completely clear.
“Huuh, hyung…”
As Sa-yoon stroked up and down a few times, his palm grew soaked almost instantly.
Gripping the shaft and circling the swollen tip, he watched as Shin-jae’s cock gave a hard twitch, suddenly spilling more fluid.
“You just get really wet, huh.”
The observation was murmured more to himself, but Shin-jae’s eyes grew glassy as if he were about to cry.
“I meant it in a good way.”
Seeing him on the verge of tears, Sa-yoon quickly kissed his cheek, trying to soothe him. God, he’s a mess, both up here and down there.
“…I-Is it good to be this wet?”
