Just as he had promised, the cotton swab’s tip gently pressed against the tiny slit before slowly slipping inside.
Seo Eui-woo restrained himself as much as possible, keeping his movements precise and controlled, inserting it gradually with only the slightest pressure from his fingertips. Once the tip was in, the rest slid in effortlessly, carried along by the slickness of leftover semen.
“Hhck, ugh!”
“Does it hurt?”
“…”
“How does it feel? Is it okay?”
“…It just feels weird.”
“What about this?”
As he pulled the swab out slightly, Seo Eui-woo simultaneously rolled his hips forward.
The thick cock buried deep inside Jae-jin rubbed over his prostate, sending shocks through him, while the cotton swab inside his slit scraped subtly along the inner walls of his urethra.
As the soaked swab head withdrew completely, it was immediately pushed back in again.
“Ahhh…!”
“Ha, look at this. Your stomach is shaking.”
“Ugh, ahhh—”
“And your face… Your eyes are all red. I’ve always thought this, but Jae-jin, you really feel things through this hole.”
Seo Eui-woo pressed a lingering kiss to the flushed skin of Jae-jin’s neck, leaving a fresh mark behind as he carefully twisted the swab inside him.
The sensation was foreign—something deep inside was being massaged, nudged in a way that felt both strange and overwhelming.
Jae-jin’s body twitched, his instincts screaming at him to pull away, but he was trapped against the edge of the bathtub, nowhere to escape.
His gaze darted aimlessly, unable to focus.
He had expected it to hurt—assumed it would—but now that he was actually experiencing it…
It didn’t hurt.
It was just…
Just something else entirely.
“Jae-jin… Be honest. You like this, don’t you?”
Seo Eui-woo asked sweetly as he slid the swab out, rubbing its plush tip teasingly over the entrance before pushing it in deeper, gauging every reaction.
“Aah… ahh, ahhh!”
“Yeah, I knew it. You like it when I scrape inside, don’t you?”
“N-No, it’s—ugh…!”
“Which feels better? Twisting it around inside, or sliding it in and out?”
Seo Eui-woo chuckled, pleased, as he watched Kwon Jae-jin’s pleasure-clouded eyes unfocus.
It was obvious that Jae-jin wasn’t hating it.
His insides kept clenching, his knees were trembling, and his toes—submerged beneath the bathwater—had been twitching non-stop for a while now.
“D-Don’t ask… I’m not answering that.”
“Why not…?”
“Why do you think—ugh.”
“But it’s just this once, isn’t it?”
“…”
“You’re the one who said it’d only be this one time. There won’t be a next time. So…”
“You’re not gonna convince me—”
“Hm? Jae-jin.”
“Ugh…”
“Jae-jin… Jae-jin.”
“Seo Eui-woo, you insane little—hah.”
Kwon Jae-jin covered his face with both hands.
No matter how hard he tried to meet Seo Eui-woo halfway, this was what always happened.
He could never keep up.
He never showed it outright, but allowing Seo Eui-woo to fuck his cockhole—even just once—had been a decision of a lifetime for him.
He had planned to stay silent, endure it without reaction, until Seo Eui-woo was satisfied.
But now…
His voice slipped out, quiet and muddled, barely louder than the sound of water droplets falling from the edge of the bathtub.
“…It’s…”
“…”
“…weird…”
It was barely a whisper—practically inaudible—yet Seo Eui-woo still heard him.
“Yeah? It feels weird?”
“…Yeah.”
“After all the shit we’ve done together, it still feels weird…?”
“When you twist it inside… the way it feels…”
“Yeah?”
“…It tickles…”
“Yeahhh…”
“And when you push deeper… it’s like, a weird kind of chill…”
“…Hah.”
Jae-jin’s voice faded into a drowsy mumble, and Seo Eui-woo trembled, laughing at how fucking adorable he sounded.
“Wow, haha, so that’s how it is… Yeah, I get it. Mhm…”
Seo Eui-woo’s gaze shimmered, soaked in heat, reflecting iridescent light. His eyes were so full of love, he didn’t know what to do with himself.
“Hey, Jae-jin, wait a second.”
“Huh?”
“Just let me—just a little first…”
Overcome with arousal, Seo Eui-woo drove the cotton swab in deeper and pressed Kwon Jae-jin against the bathtub wall, snapping his hips forward without restraint.
“Ah! Ugh—!”
Jae-jin lost his balance and slipped, his body sliding down the wet surface.
In an instant, he was submerged.
Water splashed violently, bubbling up in chaotic bursts.
Even with Jae-jin completely underwater, Seo Eui-woo didn’t stop thrusting.
He braced a hand against Jae-jin’s back to help him upright, but his hips never faltered, drilling into him relentlessly. Jae-jin’s submerged body shook under the force, waves rippling through the bathwater.
“Mmff—!”
Jae-jin barely managed to break the surface, gasping.
But with nothing to hold onto except Seo Eui-woo’s arm around his back, he felt like he could slip under again at any moment.
He tried pressing his hands against the bottom of the tub to stabilize himself, but it wasn’t enough. Seo Eui-woo’s thrusts were too forceful. The next sharp snap of his hips sent Jae-jin reeling backward.
“Ah—hah…! Ugh—!”
Jae-jin sank beneath the water once more.
Waves crashed around them, bubbles rising and bursting at the surface as his face disappeared.
It was mesmerizing.
Seo Eui-woo should have pulled him up, but the urge to kiss him overwhelmed everything else.
His gray eyes gleamed with a dangerous sweetness, curving into a delighted smile as he dove into the water after him, never once stopping his movements.
Amidst the swirl of bubbles and waves, their bodies tangled together.
Their lips crashed.
Jae-jin, already half-submerged, was dragged entirely beneath the water.
“Pffhh—”
“Mmm…”
Even underwater, Seo Eui-woo refused to close his eyes, staring at Jae-jin as he sucked on his lips, licked inside his mouth, devouring every inch of him.
His body responded so beautifully—clenching down hard each time Seo Eui-woo buried himself deep.
It wasn’t enough.
No matter how much he kissed him, no matter how fiercely he latched onto his skin, no matter how many times he ground their bodies together, it wasn’t enough.
It felt like they were floating up into the sky—no, sinking deep beneath the earth—like their hearts had been gripped from the inside and squeezed until they ached.
It wasn’t resonance.
This was something entirely different.
Jae-jin was gasping, trembling, his flushed eyes wide, his heartbeat hammering violently.
Whether he was drowning or just being completely consumed no longer mattered.
Neither of them knew anymore if they were still in the bathtub or if they had been swallowed up by something else.
Jae-jin was too breathless to even struggle, only exhaling bubbles as his body trembled.
Seo Eui-woo pushed their lips together again, again, and again, refusing to let go until the very last second—until he finally yanked Jae-jin up for air.
And even then, he gave him no time to breathe.
He crushed their lips together, hungrily pressing kiss after messy kiss, tongue sliding deep.
Their bodies clung together, soaking wet and swollen, neither of them willing to separate.
***
At dawn, as the mist lifted, a radiant glow spread across the vast land. The sun was beginning to rise over the steep mountain ridges.
As the brilliant sun ascended, its warm light gently blanketed the canyon, as if draping the land in a thin veil of golden-orange sunlight.
The end of winter, the beginning of spring.
Tiny sprouts were starting to emerge from the soil, and fresh buds adorned the branches. Animals, roused from hibernation, stirred softly in the distance, and dew clung to the blades of grass, glistening like scattered jewels.
In the northwestern sector of the Special Residential District—that canyon from long ago…
Two figures stood at the edge of the high terrain, silently gazing down at the breathtaking landscape before them.
Despite the passing seasons, the view remained just as magnificent.
Below the cliff, nine winding streams carved through the valley, and along the ever-flowing waters, twin rainbows arched in brilliant colors. The vivid spectrum of hues looked so close, as if they could reach out and touch them.
“…Wow.”
Seo Eui-woo murmured in quiet awe, squeezing Kwon Jae-jin’s hand tightly.
The dawn breeze swept through his hair, catching the strands as the early sunlight illuminated his gray eyes.
“We really made it here. Just the two of us.”
His voice was slightly hoarse.
Then again, Kwon Jae-jin’s own throat felt tight as well. If he opened his mouth to respond now, his voice would likely come out just as raw.
“We… came to the canyon.”
“…”
“It’s a real date.”
“…Yeah.”
Jae-jin forced the words out of his chest.
He had expected this moment, but even so, his voice came out heavier, fuller—so much so that it caught him off guard.
“What do you think?”
“It’s… vast.”
“And?”
“Beautiful…”
“Yeah…”
Vast. Beautiful. And…
A thousand different words surfaced in his mind, layering over one another.
If he wanted to, he could have strung them together into something more articulate, more precise.
But he didn’t want to.
“…”
Jae-jin slowly closed his eyes, taking his time.
He envisioned this place once the fields were lush with wildflowers.
When spring would give way to early summer, and the entire valley would be overgrown with vibrant green.
And on a day like that—when the sun blazed overhead and cicadas screamed for their mates—he wondered what it would be like to stand here again.
A wish that once seemed too distant to dream of had now become something small, something simple—something they could have anytime they wanted.
And that, in itself, was a pure and quiet joy.
This feeling had the color of white—soft and untainted. One day, it would fade into a warm, sun-bleached memory.
The two of them stood there for a long time.
Until the wind shifted directions.
Until the sun climbed higher above the clouds.
After what felt like forever, Seo Eui-woo finally reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, lidded case—a leather-bound ring box.
As they each took a shining band and slid it onto the fourth finger of their left hand, it felt as if a melody had begun playing in the back of their minds.
A rich, harmonious duet—whether from strings or woodwinds, he couldn’t tell.
The rings, painstakingly custom-made, fit perfectly.
Simply by existing, they were already perfect.
