Seon-woo’s uneven breathing tickled Seung-hyeon’s ears.
Maybe it was because he was still struggling to fully accommodate Seung-hyeon inside his not-yet-relaxed body. Seung-hyeon gathered the last scraps of his patience, waiting for Seon-woo to settle down a bit.
As if to say he wouldn’t make him wait long, Seon-woo exhaled deeply, almost like a sigh, and lifted his body. The tip of Seung-hyeon’s cock was barely nestled between his cheeks. The moment he lowered his hips, it plunged in deeply, striking against his insides with a heavy thud.
“Ah, hnnngh… ugh!”
Once the sensation returned, everything else came naturally.
Seon-woo’s face twisted with a sharp, electrifying pleasure that looked like it had pierced straight through his body. As if trying to find that exact spot again, he began moving his hips. The slow rise-and-fall motion soon gained speed.
With his legs spread wide, Seon-woo pounded down on top of Seung-hyeon, and the sight alone made Seung-hyeon swell even more. The way his cock throbbed, tightly stuffed inside, was almost painful.
Though Seung-hyeon had been holding back out of respect for Gwak Seon-woo and his sincerity, he couldn’t take it anymore. Gripping Seon-woo’s waist with his left hand, Seung-hyeon looked up at him and asked—more like demanded.
“Let me move.”
The tone was far too firm to be called a request. It left no room for refusal.
Eyes filled with a kind of pleading, Seung-hyeon slowly shifted beneath him and continued.
“I won’t use this arm at all, okay? Director…”
Seon-woo looked down at him, panting roughly. His hips, which had been moving frantically just moments ago, were now immobilized in Seung-hyeon’s grip. And Seung-hyeon… he was looking up at him with that expression Seon-woo loved the most—charmingly coy, soft-eyed. There was no way he could resist.
Letting out a deep sigh, Seon-woo turned his eyes away from Seung-hyeon’s gaze and gave a small nod.
“…Go ahead.”
In an instant, Seung-hyeon pushed his upper body up from the bed.
Because of the cast, he couldn’t embrace Seon-woo fully. So he kept his grip tight around his waist with his one good hand. Strengthening his hold, he pulled Seon-woo’s hips flush against himself and started thrusting upward.
“Hhngh, ah…!”
Moans spilled uncontrollably from Seon-woo’s lips. Maybe he hadn’t even tried to hold them back.
Staring up at that face, Seung-hyeon picked up the rhythm. Only he knew exactly where to hit from this position, which angle would make Seon-woo arch his back and give him that fierce, needy look that said “Do more.”
The realization filled Seung-hyeon with a deep, quiet sense of satisfaction.
“Ugh! Nnnh… Seung-hyeon…”
Just as he was thoroughly pounding into him, Seung-hyeon froze the moment he heard his name called in that husky voice.
He liked the way Seon-woo looked down at him, puzzled and slightly dazed. As if to tell him to move on his own, Seung-hyeon gently lifted Seon-woo’s body with one arm, then let him down again.
The movement must’ve hit a sensitive spot, because another small moan escaped from between Seon-woo’s clenched teeth.
Seon-woo gave him a look that practically screamed, “You begged me to move, and now you’re handing it back to me?”—a mix of disbelief and frustration.
But he didn’t refuse. Once again, Seon-woo raised his hips—then dropped down hard enough to make their skin slap together with a wet smack.
But Seung-hyeon looked up at him with a face full of innocent longing, as if that still wasn’t enough.
“Harder… please, Director.”
A face laced with unmistakable seduction.
Seon-woo, aroused by that look without even trying to hide it, stared down at Seung-hyeon with eyes burning with heat.
“My arm hurts too much to move.”
“Hah.”
Even though he found that pitiful expression absurdly fake, Seon-woo still wouldn’t turn him down.
Watching as Seon-woo once again lifted his hips with a reluctant expression, Seung-hyeon grabbed his pelvis and helped raise him a bit higher. So high that only the tip was barely touching the entrance.
“Just like before. Right here, haah… just resting here like this…”
Then he yanked him down with sudden force.
“All the way in, like this.”
“Hnnngh!”
Seon-woo let out a raw, desperate moan, unable to bear the sensation.
The thick cockburied deep inside made him tremble involuntarily, regardless of will or pride.
Seung-hyeon looked up at his face with a crooked smile.
Seon-woo sneered back just as fiercely.
“You sly little bastard…”
And again, his body came down hard onto Seung-hyeon.
But this time, the weight felt completely different from the words that had left his mouth.
“That felt amazing.”
Looking at Seung-hyeon’s sweet, beaming smile, he couldn’t even muster the will to be angry.
He gazed at him for a moment, eyes unreadable, then leaned in without a word.
As the distance closed, their noses brushed.
He kissed Seung-hyeon like he was about to swallow his lips whole, then pulled away just as smoothly, as if nothing had happened.
“Let’s see once you’re fully healed.”
Even with that vaguely threatening remark, the smile never left Seung-hyeon’s lips.
***
“Wow! Congrats on getting that cast off!”
“You got it off faster than we expected. You must’ve had a rough time until now, huh? Must’ve been hard handling all that work with just one hand.”
The moment Seung-hyeon stepped into the office, his coworkers immediately swarmed him with chatter.
This time, his arm was cast-free, and he looked completely fine.
Seung-hyeon responded to the flurry of questions with his usual relaxed poise.
“Even with one hand, you were blazing fast… Now that you’re back with both, I bet you feel like you’ve grown wings.”
Someone threw out the comment lightheartedly, and Seung-hyeon answered with modesty that didn’t sound false.
“Thanks. It wasn’t that long I was using just one hand… but honestly, being able to use both again feels weird. Gonna take some time to adjust.”
While all the friendly chatter filled the room, Eun-jae was silently watching Seung-hyeon with sharp attention.
Seung-hyeon’s face looked exactly the same as usual… and yet, something was different.
It took Eun-jae quite a while to pinpoint what it was, but once he noticed it once, it became obvious.
His face was smoother than usual—practically glowing—and he was smiling a lot more…Was he that happy just to have his cast removed?
Something about Gwak Seung-hyeon’s face right now was undeniably off. Not in a bad way—actually, in a really good way. It was like his skin had a glow to it. But the moment their eyes met, Seung-hyeon just gave him that same ambiguous smile again.
That was when Eun-jae suddenly felt something ominous stir in his gut.
The more uneasy he looked, the deeper Seung-hyeon’s smile grew. And then, Seung-hyeon opened his mouth.
“All this time, more than me, my lover—”
“W-Whoa! Team leader!”
I don’t want to hear it!!
Eun-jae cut in frantically before he could say another word, clapping like a man possessed. He didn’t even give Seung-hyeon a chance to finish his sentence.
Even the other employees who had just been congratulating Seung-hyeon a moment ago now gave Eun-jae weird looks like, “Isn’t that a bit much…?” But Eun-jae didn’t care.
If the alternative was hearing another round of bragging about his lover, he would rather clap until his hands bled. He knew how tenderly Gwak Seon-woo worried over Seung-hyeon when he was hurt. Too well, in fact—that was the problem.
Director Gwak, who normally had no reason to be anywhere near their department, had visited three times during the time Seung-hyeon was in a cast.
One of those times, he had even pulled Eun-jae aside to ask how Seung-hyeon was managing with his injury. Eun-jae still liked Seon-woo on a personal level, but if this kept up, even that faint shred of goodwill might evaporate.
If that day came, Seon-woo would be permanently branded in Eun-jae’s mind as “Gwak Seung-hyeon’s goddamn boyfriend,” or maybe just plain “obnoxious as hell.”
And… judging by how things were going, that day was probably coming soon.
“T-The Director’s here again…? Seriously…?”
As if to confirm that Eun-jae hadn’t just imagined it, murmurs started rippling through the nearby team members.
Yup. Gwak Seon-woo had shown up again.
It wasn’t enough that he’d come by when Seung-hyeon was injured—now he was here to confirm with his own eyes that he’d fully recovered.
The moment Seung-hyeon spotted him, he beamed and immediately walked over. But of course, that didn’t calm the unease spreading among the rest of the team.
“This is getting scary… Isn’t this the fourth time already? What did the team leader do to deserve this?”
“Maybe he’s here to pile work on him now that the arm’s healed.”
“I heard the injury was actually the Director’s fault in the first place.”
“No way. Seriously?”
As the team members murmured about half-baked rumors, the only one who truly knew the situation—and was suffering for it—was Eun-jae.
Slipping away from the conversation, he headed off with the excuse of getting some water. But his eyes stayed glued to Seung-hyeon and Seon-woo, still within view.
A breathy, helpless laugh escaped his lips.
“They don’t care who sees them, huh?”
From the hallway, he could clearly see Seon-woo gently running his fingers along Seung-hyeon’s now-cast-free arm. That touch, brimming with concern, slowly slid down—until their hands intertwined.
It was the kind of scene that, if anyone else had seen it, they’d probably be shocked or start whispering gossip. But as long as Eun-jae kept his mouth shut, no one would ever know that those two had held hands today.
The only witness let out a resigned chuckle, then shook his head and turned away. Back toward the team, where the debate still raged on.
Why had he looked away for their sake…? There wasn’t any particular reason.
It was just that—to Eun-jae’s eyes—The two of them looked really, really good together.
Objectively speaking, of course.
