A tidal wave of emotions crashed over Kwon Jae-jin, pressing down on him with crushing intensity. For the first time, he truly understood the depth of the love Seo Eui-woo had expressed. Seo Eui-woo had come all the way down—down to the same bottomless pit where Kwon Jae-jin had been drowning.
That deep, buried place within his heart—painful at times, unbearable at others, yet inescapable. The thought that Seo Eui-woo was now standing beside him in that same abyss made his heart pound so violently he could hardly bear it.
Of course, Seo Eui-woo had warned him before. If Kwon Jae-jin ever let him guide, he’d have to be prepared, because Seo Eui-woo would unleash every perverse desire he had bottled up.
But right now, none of that mattered.
No—if anything, he wanted to give him everything. Anything he wanted.
“…Eui-woo.”
Kwon Jae-jin called out to him, his voice layered with too many emotions to untangle.
Seo Eui-woo stood exactly where he had landed after the coordinate shift, frozen in place at the foot of the bed.
It wouldn’t have been surprising if he had lunged at Kwon Jae-jin the second they arrived, pinning him down and ripping his clothes to shreds.
But instead, he didn’t move.
He was trying—desperately—to restrain himself, to keep the raging hunger inside him at bay.
His breaths were dangerously rough, his pupils glinting with raw violence.
His face was drained of color, frozen in an icy mask. His disheveled black hair cast a shadow over his eyes, where bloodshot veins lurked beneath the darkness.
“…”
When Kwon Jae-jin cautiously reached out to touch him, Seo Eui-woo snapped.
With lightning-fast reflexes, he seized Jae-jin’s wrist.
There was no mercy in his grip.
It wasn’t even clear if he was capable of controlling his strength in this state.
His blood-filled muscles tensed like those of a beast, untamed and terrifying. The single black turtleneck he wore did nothing to obscure the coiled power beneath his skin.
With a wild, unhinged glare, Seo Eui-woo threw Kwon Jae-jin onto the bed, pinning him down by the wrist.
It happened in an instant.
Before Jae-jin could even react, his back hit the mattress, and a heavy weight settled atop him, crushing the air from his lungs.
“Jae-jin.”
“Uh…”
“Just until you’re on the verge of breaking.”
“…”
“You know I’m not joking, right?”
…Yeah.
Kwon Jae-jin barely managed a tiny nod, so small it was almost imperceptible.
Seo Eui-woo flashed a slow, seductive smile, dimples deepening in his cheeks—then, without hesitation, he tore off his clothes.
The black turtleneck flew past Kwon Jae-jin’s field of vision, landing somewhere outside the bed. What replaced it was a body carved from stone, rigid muscles filling his sight completely.
From his sharply defined neck to his broad shoulders, the chiseled ridges of his chest and abdomen, down to his thick, powerful thighs—every inch of him was hard, unyielding. But what pressed most insistently against Jae-jin’s stomach was the weight of something trapped inside the tight fabric of his pants.
“I saw it… I saw you resonate right in front of me, Jae-jin.”
The hem of Jae-jin’s shirt was yanked upward.
For a second, he thought Eui-woo had grabbed him by the collar, but then—snap!—two, three buttons popped off with a sharp crack, and the front of his shirt fell open.
Through the gaping fabric, pale skin peeked out—exposed, vulnerable.
Seo Eui-woo wasted no time. His fingers latched onto Jae-jin’s left chest, squeezing hard over the very spot where his core was buried.
Long, strong fingers dug into flesh, rubbing circles over the small peak they found there.
The moment Eui-woo saw Jae-jin’s nipple rise against his palm, his pupils flared dangerously.
Gathering four fingers together, he pressed down, twisting mercilessly against the sensitive bud.
As the nipple reddened and stiffened, he caught it between his index and middle finger, rolling it, pinching it, flicking it with increasing intensity.
Seo Eui-woo played with it as if it were Jae-jin’s very core—his unstable, incomplete, mutant core.
Pinching, pressing, scraping his nails over it to shape it however he pleased.
With that kind of persistence, there was no way Jae-jin’s body wouldn’t react.
His chest heated under the relentless torment, the left nipple swelling so plump it looked ready to pop off with the slightest touch.
And still, Eui-woo wasn’t satisfied.
He lowered his head and took Jae-jin’s left breast into his mouth in one deep bite.
“…Ah!”
A sharp cry tore from Jae-jin’s lips as warm, slick heat enveloped the already oversensitized peak.
Seo Eui-woo’s tongue lapped over the nipple in thick, languid strokes, making the wet skin sting with overstimulation.
The more he sucked, the more Jae-jin’s calves tensed.
Every flick of that tongue sent a shudder through him.
Jae-jin’s knees bent, his feet pressing against the bed for stability.
Maybe he twitched a little—that was all.
But Eui-woo must have mistaken it for resistance.
His teeth clamped down.
“Hhck—ugh.”
A violent jolt shot through Jae-jin’s spine as his already raw nipple was bitten.
His fingers buried themselves in Eui-woo’s hair, his body jerking in reflex.
“Can you feel it?”
“Ugh…”
“I want to reach deeper inside you… but I can’t quite get there.”
Eui-woo chuckled as he took in the lopsided state of Jae-jin’s chest.
The left nipple was swollen, raw, a deep shade of red from relentless abuse—while the right remained untouched, small, and pale.
“Does it hurt?”
Eui-woo poked at the sore, puffy bud.
His thumb pressed down like a brand, grinding it in slow circles.
Jae-jin’s breath hitched—half a whimper slipping between his teeth.
“No… It doesn’t hurt.”
“Then what?”
“…It’s tingling.”
“Like you’re resonating with me?”
“…”
Kwon Jae-jin furrowed his brows slightly, unable to find an answer.
Seo Eui-woo exhaled a slow, heated breath.
“Ha…”
His darkened eyes lowered, and his tongue lazily swept across his lower lip, leaving behind a glossy sheen of saliva. The way it glided over his mouth was sinful.
“Come here.”
His hand trailed down Jae-jin’s side, slipping beneath the crumpled fabric of his shirt, impatiently grasping at his belt buckle. In one swift motion, he unfastened it, yanked down the zipper, and dragged both his pants and underwear down to his knees.
For a moment, Kwon Jae-jin was frozen in place. Then, realizing what was happening, he jolted back to his senses and lifted each leg one at a time to help shed the clothing.
Since they hadn’t entered through the front door, he was still wearing his shoes. As he raised his foot to kick them off, Seo Eui-woo snatched them away like a thief and tossed them out of the bed. Then, with the same rough impatience, he stripped off Jae-jin’s socks.
Now completely bare, Jae-jin was pulled flush against him.
He let his body go limp, offering no resistance as he called out Seo Eui-woo’s name over and over.
“Eui-woo… Eui-woo…”
Seo Eui-woo had always said he wanted to be the only one Kwon Jae-jin saw. That he wanted to be the only name Jae-jin called. So Jae-jin gave him exactly that.
His entire vision filled with Seo Eui-woo. His voice called Seo Eui-woo’s name. His thoughts were consumed by Seo Eui-woo.
His entire world was Seo Eui-woo.
If he could feel resonance, it would be Seo Eui-woo, too.
“Yes, Jae-jin…”
Seo Eui-woo slid an arm beneath Jae-jin’s ass and lifted his lower body high.
Jae-jin’s legs draped over his shoulders, soft strands of hair brushing against his thighs.
He barely had time to register the ticklish sensation before lips pressed between his legs.
Seo Eui-woo buried his nose in the sparse curls of hair, then swallowed his entire length in one smooth motion.
Jae-jin was already half-hard just from having his chest sucked, but the moment he was engulfed, his cock swelled to full stiffness instantly.
His mouth was hot, wet, relentless—sinking him deep against the roof of his mouth before sucking him in tight, drawing him in long, hungry strokes.
There was no resisting it.
“Hah! Ahk!”
While Jae-jin reeled, his mind barely catching up to the overwhelming sensation, Seo Eui-woo’s fingers slid lower, tracing down the curve of his spine.
From the dip of his tailbone, along the underside, massaging circles into his flesh before slipping further inside, pressing insistently against the tightly clenched entrance.
Jae-jin’s toes curled, his back arching instinctively in response.
Jae-jin couldn’t keep his lifted body steady—his fingers slipped from Seo Eui-woo’s hair, grabbing onto the bedsheets instead.
As he kept squirming, Seo Eui-woo pulled his cock from his mouth and began sucking on his balls instead.
His lips worked over the swollen flesh, his nose brushing against the length of his shaft. Then, his tongue flicked over the perineum before trailing lower. He didn’t skip over a single sensitive spot—his mouth latched onto every inch, devouring even the scent of his skin.
It felt like his entire lower half was being eaten alive.
And as if that weren’t enough, Seo Eui-woo’s fingers teased the slickened area, pressing insistently.
The tight ring of muscle clenched involuntarily, and deep inside his stomach, his body pulsed on its own.
“Ah, wait. Wait….”
A moan slipped out as a wave of heat coiled inside him, the warning signs of release creeping up.
Seo Eui-woo immediately stopped.
“No, not yet. Don’t come.”
His hands spread Jae-jin’s ass apart, and then—without hesitation—he pressed his tongue flat against the tightly clenched entrance.
Holding still in that position, he demanded, “Move your hips.”
“…What?”
“Grind against my tongue. Move your hips.”
What the fuck?
He had to be insane.
How was he supposed to…?
The very thought slammed into him like a freight train.
Suspended in midair, his hips raised, his ass spread open—this alone was already humiliating.
But now he was supposed to move?
It was fucking insane.
But he couldn’t say no.
Any other time, maybe. But not today.
Jae-jin buried his face in the pillow, his trembling hands gripping the sheets so tightly they might tear.
Slowly, hesitantly, he pressed his thighs together, gathering strength. Sweat trickled down his stomach.
“Ugh…”
His hips twitched in a stiff, jerky movement—only to jolt in shock the moment something wet pressed deeper between his cheeks.
“Hhck!”
A tongue…?
Did he just—?
“Lips.”
Seo Eui-woo answered before Jae-jin could even process the question in his head.
“Try again. I want to lick you.”
“Uh… ugh…”
“You just have to move your hips. That’s all. You can do that, right? It’s not like I’m asking you to ride my cock.”
“…I can do it. So don’t say shit like that.”
