Seung-hyeon faithfully kept his promise to return quickly. By the time he came back, Seon-woo had already stopped the bleeding. Just as the nurse, who had left a brief set of instructions, was about to exit the room, the door opened. Seung-hyeon stepped in, holding a black convenience store bag in one hand.
Truth be told, Seon-woo had been on edge the entire time. He was worried about Seung-hyeon going out in that state to the convenience store. Seung-hyeon had left the room without so much as a second thought or attempt to hide it.
And it wasn’t exactly something that could be concealed easily. If things had gone south, they might have witnessed people on the street turning around in shock, doing double takes.
A man walking around with a visible erection in broad daylight was more than enough to make passersby frown—except when it came to Gwak Seung-hyeon. No, he had this absurd talent for looking embarrassed and flustered despite being visibly aroused, which only made the situation weirder. Honestly, it wouldn’t have been surprising if he’d been harassed while trying to buy condoms at the store…
Maybe it was just Seon-woo being completely lovestruck and irrational. He briefly had that self-awareness—but it didn’t last long. So the moment Seung-hyeon walked in, Seon-woo instinctively glanced between his legs.
Seung-hyeon strolled in confidently, wearing perfectly tailored dress pants that left nothing to criticize. At first glance, there wasn’t even a hint of a bulge, let alone an erection.
Seon-woo’s brain quickly kicked into overdrive. He hadn’t really paid attention to Seung-hyeon’s lower half like this before, so he couldn’t say for sure. But now that he thought about it, considering how impressive the size was when exposed, the fact that it was always so well-contained seemed like a minor miracle.
Had he hummed the national anthem or something on the way back to calm himself down? Or was he just some kind of magical master of discreet storage…?
As Seon-woo got caught up in this unnecessarily serious yet genuinely puzzling train of thought, Seung-hyeon had already come right up next to the bed. Normally, he would’ve greeted the nurse politely and asked about Seon-woo’s condition. But this time, he didn’t even glance in her direction. His eyes were fixed solely on Seon-woo.
Even in the strange atmosphere, the nurse didn’t sneak glances or act unprofessional. She maintained a composed, clinical demeanor. Seung-hyeon finally spoke in a low voice, devoid of any trace of amusement.
“You need to rest.”
“Yes.”
“Please make sure no one comes in until we call.”
The nurse nodded with practiced ease, replying that she understood. Judging by the size of this obviously VIP hospital room, such requests didn’t seem out of the ordinary.
As soon as the nurse left, a heavy gaze began to pass back and forth between the two of them. Seung-hyeon calmly walked over to the door and made sure it was locked, then went into the bathroom to wash his hands thoroughly before returning.
In front of an increasingly impatient Seon-woo, he casually opened the top of the plastic bag and started taking things out. Then, he finally spoke.
“You know… it’s kind of embarrassing when you stare at my crotch that much.”
His voice had the faintest trace of a smile, but it didn’t sound entirely relaxed.
Even if he was teasing Seon-woo and treating him like some kind of beast, Seon-woo wasn’t about to deny it. He had been blatantly ogling Seung-hyeon’s groin in plain sight, after all.
At least, that was how it was—right up until Seung-hyeon pulled a jumbo-sized bottle of lube and five boxes of condoms out of the bag. Seon-woo had been prepared to take the teasing with grace.
But then he blurted out, almost stammering, “You… you bought all that to actually use it?”
Without a hint of embarrassment, Seung-hyeon lowered his gaze. “They only sell three-packs at the convenience store. It’s not that many.”
That still made fifteen. Which, for a rushed quickie in a hospital bed, felt… wildly excessive. Yet Seung-hyeon completely ignored Seon-woo’s stunned expression and simply lowered himself down.
The moment their lips touched again, every thought vanished like smoke. His lips, faintly carrying the scent of the outside air. Seon-woo bit down on Seung-hyeon’s lower lip before hungrily drawing his tongue into a deep kiss.
Even as they kissed, Seung-hyeon’s hand moved naturally, slipping beneath the loose hospital gown. His warm palm grazed along Seon-woo’s waist before slowly sliding upward. Just as Seon-woo opened his eyes halfway to look at him, Seung-hyeon’s fingers brushed lightly over one of his nipples.
A faint crease formed between Seon-woo’s brows. But Seung-hyeon didn’t react at all to the expression—instead, he casually pinched Seon-woo’s left nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
It wasn’t exactly a sensitive spot, so it didn’t send any jolts through his body or make his hips twitch, but it did tickle a bit. Seon-woo reached up, grabbing the back of Seung-hyeon’s head to pull him away from the kiss. Their lips, reddened from friction and streaked with saliva, glistened in a way that looked almost obscenely erotic.
“Do you not like it?”
Seung-hyeon’s voice was husky and low. Seon-woo had been about to snap, What the hell are you even doing?—but the urge fizzled instantly.
It was just his chest. If the guy wanted to touch, then let him. There wasn’t really any harm in letting him do what he wanted.
So, with a tolerant expression, Seon-woo gave a slight nod.
Once he had permission, Seung-hyeon didn’t hold back. He squeezed Seon-woo’s firm pecs with both hands, leisurely caressing his sculpted abs with the kind of deliberate attention that felt like it was dragging out time itself.
His satisfied expression was attractive—but it was getting harder to hold back.
Seon-woo pushed him aside and tossed back the blanket that had been covering him. Naturally, Seung-hyeon’s gaze dropped straight between his legs. Unlike Seung-hyeon’s fitted dress pants, which clung to his body, Seon-woo’s loose hospital gown did nothing to hide the prominent outline of his erection.
Seung-hyeon blinked. His thick, chocolate-colored lashes—so similar in color to his hair—fluttered up and down, and the sight stirred something strange and hot in Seon-woo, making his lower abdomen throb even harder.
Seon-woo spoke with barely restrained patience. “Didn’t you say you were going to use your mouth?”
Despite his seemingly composed expression, the voice that came out of Seung-hyeon was thick with lust, practically dripping with it. The calm tone he tried to keep sounded laughably transparent.
“I did. But… you said that wouldn’t be enough, remember…?”
The way his words trailed off made it sound positively lewd. Seon-woo couldn’t even force a smile. And Seung-hyeon’s gaze, just as serious and devoid of amusement, met his squarely.
The next time Seon-woo blinked, his pants were already down.
Seung-hyeon gently pushed him down, positioning himself between Seon-woo’s legs with one knee.
The hospital-issued patient gown, bunched at the knees with his legs spread wide, should have looked ridiculous—but Seung-hyeon’s expression was deadly serious.
He gripped the waistband of Seon-woo’s drawers with both hands and pulled them down.
At last, the erection that had been barely restrained inside his underwear sprang free. It bobbed slightly, nearly touching his stomach, and Seung-hyeon, gazing down at it, suddenly met Seon-woo’s eyes and gave a wicked smile.
There was no way he hadn’t noticed how that single look had made it twitch even harder. With a slight squint and another faint smirk, Seung-hyeon picked up the bottle of lube beside him. Seon-woo swallowed unconsciously, his eyes fixed on the man’s every move.
Seung-hyeon tore open the lube as if ready to drench the space between Seon-woo’s thighs—then abruptly hesitated.
Seon-woo furrowed his brows in confusion, only to watch Seung-hyeon grab the jacket he had thrown aside earlier and lay it down between Seon-woo’s legs. It seemed he didn’t want to stain the bed sheets.
Seon-woo opened his mouth to say it wasn’t necessary—but stopped. The idea of messing up Gwak Seung-hyeon’s clothing stirred something dark and delicious inside him.
Only then, as if finally satisfied, Seung-hyeon opened the lube. Seon-woo’s thighs gave a small twitch as he swallowed again. The look in Seung-hyeon’s eyes, cast downward between his legs, was unmistakably lewd.
In slow, deliberate motion, Seung-hyeon squeezed the gel into his hand and murmured quietly, “Your legs…”
“Spread them.”
It was a direct command. Had he been his usual composed self, it might’ve come out as a more polite “Can you spread them?”—but that edge of authority pierced right through Seon-woo’s ears. He didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed. He just obeyed.
Seung-hyeon’s hand slipped in between Seon-woo’s ass. It felt like it should’ve been finally, but at the same time, already might’ve been more accurate. His lukewarm hand, slick with cold lube, slowly rubbed along the cleft between his cheeks.
Tension, shame, and anticipation all tangled together as Seon-woo looked down at his face.
At last, one finger breached the twitching entrance. The tight sensation made Seon-woo grimace, and Seung-hyeon responded by squeezing in a bit more lubricant. It wasn’t their first time, but it had only been that one night—and it had been a while. The discomfort was expected.
Seon-woo grit his teeth and watched as Seung-hyeon worked to stretch him open. The beginning was rough, but his body adjusted quickly.
A hole that had once known pleasure seemed to remember—slowly loosening again.
A tingling sensation crept upward. When Seung-hyeon’s unusually long middle finger barely skimmed that sensitive spot inside, Seon-woo couldn’t suppress the involuntary shudder that rippled through his hips.
Seung-hyeon, carefully working two fingers to spread him open, caught the movement instantly. He pried the entrance wider in one swift motion and slipped in his ring finger as well.
Three fingers now—barely to the first knuckle—began to push deeper, scraping along the inner walls with purpose.
He repeated the motion several times, but the spot from before didn’t return. It wasn’t that he was teasing or purposely missing it—it just wasn’t reaching.
Seon-woo, growing restless, started to bring a hand toward his own neglected erection, hoping to relieve some of the ache. But before he could even touch the tip, his hand was gently intercepted.
Seung-hyeon, still working him open with one hand, used his free hand to lightly seize Seon-woo’s wrist.
Seon-woo shot him an annoyed glare.
But Seung-hyeon only smiled back, his eyes curved in amusement as if telling him to relax.
His fingers, now gliding more smoothly inside the wet, loosened passage, began to trace along the inner walls again. And then, in a quiet murmur, he said:
“You’re… pretty deep, Director. The way my fingers can’t quite reach—you really are.”
“What should I do? Should I let go of your hand?”
The mock-gentle tone, laced with provocation, grated on his nerves.
But Seon-woo knew all too well—it wasn’t just the ache in his cock that was bothering him. Even if he rubbed himself raw and came like this, it probably wouldn’t bring any real relief.
So he relaxed his hand, letting the tension drain from his fingers, and muttered in response,
“…Just hurry up and open the damn condom.”
