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Junghyun’s body, suspended in midair as he took Seunghyeok’s cock, seemed to be an overwhelming stimulus. His hot cheeks pressed against Seunghyeok’s neck, his unsteady, trembling breaths betraying his excitement. Yet his mouth repeated only one thing—how good it felt.
Not once, through all the times their bodies had entwined, had Junghyun ever said he didn’t like it.
The way his smaller, slender frame desperately tried to take all of Seunghyeok in was both pitiful and endearing. Where had this creature even come from? Seunghyeok pressed another kiss to those lips that seemed to know only one word—good—as if that was all they could say.
Their tongues tangled, the wet, sloppy sounds filling the bathroom. Panting breaths, the squelching from below—every sound was drenched in slick and sweat.
Every time Seunghyeok changed the angle and drove in deep, Junghyun moaned in pleasure. The way his inner walls clung and released sent a shiver down Seunghyeok’s spine.
“Ugh—fuck—…Junghyun-a.”
“Ah—ah—ah—hngh—ah—ah!—Hyung-a—ah!”
Seunghyeok’s cock forced its way through Junghyun’s tightened flesh, burying itself deep inside. When he shot his cum into that suddenly constricting depth, Junghyun’s body jerked, and he cried out. Though he didn’t climax this time, his inner walls clenched violently, milking Seunghyeok’s cock with desperate suction.
Overwhelmed by the pleasure, Junghyun’s head lolled back, nearly hitting the wall—until Seunghyeok cupped the back of his head just in time. Thud. His knuckles grazed the wall, but Junghyun didn’t even register it.
Junghyun was reaching climax after climax without cumming—dry orgasms, one after another.
His body trembled as the waves of pleasure crested, and only when the sensation ebbed did he realize what had happened. His wide eyes filled with shock, tears welling up. Seunghyeok tightened his arms around him at the sight.
“It’s okay. It’s not strange.”
He kissed Junghyun’s wet hair, his cheeks, his forehead, the bridge of his nose.
“Hah—but, ah—Hyung-a—”
Junghyun whimpered as Seunghyeok’s cock still moved inside him. Seunghyeok pulled out, worried he might be pushing him too far. Junghyun nuzzled against him, letting out a small, frustrated sound.
“Don’t be scared. It’s fine. I’d never do anything to hurt you, jagi.”
Junghyun silently nodded and clung to him.
Seunghyeok gently patted his back. Even though Junghyun was an omega—and a man—his body felt so fragile, as if he might break if held too tightly. It was strange. A person’s body wasn’t some brittle twig that would snap from a simple embrace. And yet, Seunghyeok found himself hesitating, his touch growing softer. Junghyun let out a contented sigh as Seunghyeok’s careful strokes soothed him.
The air, thick with the scent of pleasure, began to settle, and Junghyun’s expression shifted—subtly, but noticeably. The man who had just been writhing in ecstasy now wore a face that was almost unreadable.
“What are you thinking about?”
“……Nothing. I wasn’t thinking about anything.”
“That doesn’t look like the face of someone thinking about nothing.”
Junghyun’s pheromones were off, too.
Seunghyeok wondered if he’d frightened him—if the raw, unfiltered emotions he’d laid bare, without any pretense, had been too much.
Junghyun’s long lashes fluttered quietly, his bitten-red lips parting slightly. He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself.
“Did you always treat the people you dated like this? Were you this… good to them?”
The words tumbled out in one breath, his gaze locked onto Seunghyeok. Seunghyeok replayed the question in his head—like this?—and asked for clarification. Junghyun pouted slightly as he answered.
“Y-You’re kind, and you take care of me so well…”
“……”
Junghyun’s face burned redder by the second.
“……Hyung, you’re so handsome, so I just thought… you must’ve been this good to your past partners too. That’s not… wrong, I mean, it’s not like you did anything wrong, but… I just… I’m jealous.”
“You’re jealous?”
The direct question made Junghyun’s eyes widen. His face twisted as if he might cry. Seunghyeok felt a pang of guilt for pushing, but at the same time, this side of Junghyun was unbearably cute.
Junghyun was jealous of the people in Seunghyeok’s past.
He tried to hide it, but it slipped out anyway. And that meant he liked Seunghyeok—a lot. How many people would resist the proof of such devotion?
“I’m sorry. I know it’s ridiculous, but I hate it. The thought of you being like this with someone else… I hate it. I only have you, but you’ve had others, and that just…”
Junghyun’s voice faded into a whisper. He was so adorable Seunghyeok could barely stand it. This was exactly what he wanted.
Oblivious to Seunghyeok’s thoughts, Junghyun kept talking, his lips moving in that lovable way. Seunghyeok wanted to keep watching, but for now, he needed to soothe him.
He cupped Junghyun’s cheek with one hand. Junghyun blinked up at him, eyes wide.
“Mm—hnngh—”
Seunghyeok kissed him, licking his lips for good measure. The soft smack of their lips parting left Junghyun dazed for a moment before his expression turned slightly sulky.
“I was talking…”
“I heard you. But did you forget what I said?”
“Huh? What… what did you say?”
“That you’re the first person I’ve ever brought into this house.”
“……Oh.”
Junghyun fell silent, the realization dawning on him.
Seunghyeok had no intention of elaborating—no need to fuel the imagination further—but Junghyun seemed to have gotten the answer he wanted. His pale face flushed deeper, like fruit ripening to perfection. An apple or a peach—just ripe enough to be devoured.
Seunghyeok wordlessly stroked Junghyun’s cheek and kissed his forehead. The way Junghyun leaned into him without a hint of guard, trusting him completely, was breathtaking. The weight of his body against him felt good.
Maybe he should’ve filled the bathtub instead.
Seunghyeok glanced at the spacious tub. After everything they’d done, Junghyun’s exhausted body would’ve been more comfortable soaking in warm water. Too late now? he wondered, but then Junghyun spoke up.
“Let’s get out quickly. I want to wash up and sit outside holding your hand. Here… there are other scents. I can’t even smell your pheromones properly.”
Goddamn it.
Junghyun had a way of saying things that made Seunghyeok’s mind spin—effortlessly, without even meaning to. And that was the scary part. In the end, Seunghyeok had no choice but to obey.
He turned on the showerhead, testing the water temperature before spraying it over Junghyun, who thanked him with a soft, sweet smile.
Seunghyeok watched as Junghyun lathered shampoo into his hair, mesmerized by the way the muscles shifted beneath his pale skin—and the marks he had left all over him. The curve of his spine, the dip of his waist, the small swell of his ass, the lean thighs slick with fluid…
Fuck.
Seunghyeok felt himself hardening again and turned the showerhead on his own face. Splash. Cold water cascaded down.
Junghyun startled at the sudden movement. “Hyung?”
“Ah, something got in my eye.”
He said it casually, smiling. Junghyun blinked in confusion, slowly nodding as if accepting the excuse—maybe some shampoo got in his eyes too. Seunghyeok almost wanted to tell him the real reason but held back. If he did, Junghyun might call him an animal.
Besides, this wasn’t the only day they had.
Seunghyeok lathered up the foam and gently washed Junghyun’s body, his voice low.
“Our Junghyun really is thin.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You are. The water pools in your collarbones before dripping down.”
Seunghyeok traced the foam over Junghyun’s collarbones. Junghyun bit his lower lip, looking flustered.
“Y-You have the same thing happen here too.”
As if arguing, he lightly brushed his fingers over Seunghyeok’s collarbones. Seunghyeok narrowed his eyes, watching him. So young. So innocent. So lovable. He pressed a light kiss to Junghyun’s lips.
Junghyun let out a quiet, satisfied sigh and kissed Seunghyeok’s cheek in return.
“……Hyung-a… are we… doing it again?”
His eyes flickered toward Seunghyeok’s already stiffening cock. Seunghyeok rinsed the warm water over his body, slowly washing away the foam. Every time his fingertips grazed Junghyun’s skin, memories of last night flooded back.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
