“Han Ju-oh, why are you so fucking handsome?”
If it were just his face, Seo-ha wouldn’t have been staring like this. His exposed torso was packed with dense, sculpted muscle—no excess, no softness—and the scars scattered across his skin didn’t detract from his beauty at all. If anything, they looked like the final touches on a perfected masterpiece, made all the more striking now that they’d long since healed.
“I can’t take my eyes off you.”
Seo-ha’s gaze slowly swept down from Han Ju-oh’s shoulder. His hand followed the same path, gliding over the firm chest and tracing lower to the sharply defined abs. As his fingers brushed each segmented ridge, Han Ju-oh’s body responded with a subtle but unmistakable twitch.
“How much core training does it take to get a body like this?”
Seo-ha smacked his lips, unable to stop himself from thinking about his own flat stomach. Catching that look, Han Ju-oh leaned down. Their stomachs naturally pressed together.
And that wasn’t all—when Han Ju-oh raised his head again, still close, their lower halves aligned perfectly as well.
“This is what I call a vacation.”
Seo-ha nearly let out a string of curses at Han Ju-oh’s brazen comment.
Seriously, is this a mountain? Are we really on a mountain right now?
Annoyed and slightly flustered, Seo-ha grabbed Han Ju-oh by the collar and yanked him closer.
“If you say one word about my breath, I will end you.”
With his face practically brushing Han Ju-oh’s, Seo-ha growled the warning through gritted teeth—then slammed their lips together.
They’d just been arguing over whether to go to the beach or the mountains, and suddenly the mood had turned erotic. It was absurd—but somehow, the word honeymoon made everything click into place.
***
The feeling of being stretched open was still foreign, no matter how many times. Even after preparing with fingers, when it came time to actually take him in, Seo-ha still had to strain to accommodate him.
But Seo-ha deliberately relaxed his body, determined to take in every inch of Han Ju-oh’s thick cock. He spread his legs wide, letting himself open fully—not just because he loved him, but because penetration guiding between Imprinted partners brought a uniquely intense pleasure. The beginning was always a bit much, but once the pleasure hit, it swept in so hard and fast it left him dizzy. Just the memory of it was enough to make his mouth water.
“Seo-ha, relax.”
Han Ju-oh gently patted his ass. Realizing he’d tensed up again, Seo-ha tried to loosen up—but then a mischievous idea struck, and he deliberately clenched down tight.
“Fuck—”
As Seo-ha tightened forcefully around the half-inserted cock, Han Ju-oh furrowed his brow and let out a low, throaty groan. Seo-ha wasn’t doing any better. Even though he was the one who clenched, the way Han Ju-oh’s hot, rigid cock throbbed inside him sent shivers through his body. He couldn’t pretend to be unaffected. Still, even as his body flinched, Seo-ha refused to relax and opened his mouth.
“Ju-oh.”
Lying there with his legs spread wide in the middle of the day, Seo-ha didn’t seem to care how obscene he looked. He even lifted his hips a little, as if inviting Han Ju-oh to take a good look at how deeply he was buried inside.
Han Ju-oh’s cock glistened, slick with the viscous, sticky cum Seo-ha had already spilled, now acting as lube. Watching it, Han Ju-oh swallowed hard, trying to tamp down the rising urge—but the veins on his cock bulged thick and angry, desperate for release.
“If you want to go deeper, say so.”
Still clenching down on him, Seo-ha teased, refusing to let him in all the way—because there was something he wanted to hear first. Han Ju-oh’s bloodshot eyes were fixed on Seo-ha’s lips, burning.
“The real reason you didn’t want to go to the beach.”
Seo-ha was clearly intent on getting an answer, even if it meant putting off the coming wave of pleasure. It sounded ridiculous—like this whole thing was some elaborate scheme just to avoid a seaside trip—but apparently, it wasn’t.
“Actually, I did think of something earlier.”
He’d meant to bring it up at the table, but Han Ju-oh had leaned in and kissed him, and everything had spiraled from there. Seo-ha smirked, sliding a hand across Han Ju-oh’s chest. He pinched one nipple between his fingers, giving it a light twist, then brushed over the bumpy edge of his areola with teasing strokes.
Whether Han Ju-oh was sensitive there or not didn’t really matter. Normally Seo-ha would be more attentive, but right now, all he wanted was to stoke the heat.
Han Ju-oh said nothing. Whether he was hiding something or just staying quiet, Seo-ha stared hard at his face before speaking with pointed certainty.
“You’re worried someone might call, aren’t you?”
His tone left no room for doubt. Han Ju-oh’s expression twisted awkwardly—but below, his cock was still poised like a coiled spring, waiting for any slack to drive deeper.
“You saw me packing and it reminded you of a dungeon. You were afraid we’d get a call while we were at the beach, so you suggested the mountains instead—somewhere closer, just in case.”
Seo-ha even crossed his arms like he’d just cracked a major case. He didn’t even realize how absurd he looked doing it. But the more confident Seo-ha seemed, the less motivation Han Ju-oh had to correct him.
“Yeah. You got it.”
“I knew it—agh!”
Seo-ha had just dropped his guard, beaming in triumph, when Han Ju-oh took the opportunity to thrust deep inside. Even that slight relaxation had been enough for his cock to push all the way in.
“You’re right, Seo-ha.”
Han Ju-oh cupped his flushed cheeks, kissed his earlobe, and gave it a playful bite. Seo-ha had only just been trying to adjust to having him inside, and now he’d nailed his spot in one perfect hit. The sudden jolt of pleasure left him stunned.
He couldn’t react right away. So Han Ju-oh gave him a moment, waiting patiently as Seo-ha slowly regained focus—and in the meantime, he started to move, gently rocking his hips and thrusting in slow, teasing strokes.
“Haah… Han Ju-oh, you…”
Seo-ha finally exhaled, the breath so forceful his whole body folded in on itself. He had been the one to tease first, so he couldn’t really blame Han Ju-oh for immediately diving in. Not when he’d hit all the right spots from the start—there was barely time to catch his breath.
“So I was wrong, huh? You were just messing with me?”
Even through the haze, Seo-ha could tell his earlier assumption had been off. While he struggled to breathe, spine still tingling from the surge of sensation, Han Ju-oh’s thrusts only grew rougher, deeper.
“Baek Seo-ha… seriously.”
Watching Seo-ha’s flushed face, Han Ju-oh muttered low, voice thick with heat. He thrust hard enough to rock Seo-ha’s body off the sofa.
“You act like you’ve got everything figured out…”
“Ah—ahh, wait…!”
As Han Ju-oh spoke and picked up the pace, Seo-ha’s moans came faster, his voice breathless and unraveling.
“But there’s always one thing you don’t know.”
“What… what the hell don’t I know—hahk…”
Han Ju-oh slammed into his sweet spot with ruthless precision, and Seo-ha let out a cry that was more a sob of pleasure than anything else. The sensation burst from deep inside and raced through his veins like fire, lighting up every nerve. His hips lifted involuntarily, legs trembling from the overload.
“You don’t know yourself.”
Seo-ha wanted to snap back at Han Ju-oh’s vague, maddening remarks. Wanted to push for an explanation. But he couldn’t move. Han Ju-oh had him pinned, waist gripped tight, and the unrelenting rhythm left no space for thought.
“Ahh… haah… nnngh, ah—”
His entire inner wall was being pounded mercilessly, not just the sensitive spot. Seo-ha couldn’t keep up. His moans crumbled into gasping whimpers.
“Ju-oh… don’t… if you keep going like this…”
The more overwhelmed Seo-ha became, the more energy gushed into Han Ju-oh. Imprinted pairs naturally shared stronger currents—but with penetration guiding, the transfer was wild, impossible to regulate.
Seo-ha tried to warn him. But Han Ju-oh, far too gone, didn’t hear. Instead, he muttered something else under his breath, half a sulky complaint.
“Where the hell did you even get that tiny swimsuit…?”
As he sank his teeth into Seo-ha’s collarbone, everything clicked. Why he’d suddenly backed out of the beach trip, why he’d insisted on the mountains, why he acted like staying home was perfectly fine—it all made sense now.
“You asshole…”
All this, over a swimsuit?
Seo-ha’s brief flash of fury twisted quickly into a different kind of heat. Shame tinged with arousal flared through him. He felt indignant, bitter—but his body was already burning up. Every time Han Ju-oh moved, fresh waves of pleasure surged through him. There was no stopping now.
“I’m paying you back for that.”
Just as Han Ju-oh was rocketing toward climax, Seo-ha’s second orgasm hit. He let out a breathy, winded threat, laced with vengeance.
“Haaah…”
Thick, white cum spilled out of him in slow, pulsing bursts, landing in messy streaks across his abdomen. The viscous fluid slid downward, following the rise and fall of his chest as he panted for air.
Limp across the sofa, Seo-ha sucked in gulps of oxygen like he’d just run a marathon, eyes unfocused as he stared out the window.
The sun was still high.
Which meant…
“Seo-ha. That swimsuit? You only wear that in front of me.”
Han Ju-oh lifted one of Seo-ha’s legs—making it very clear he wasn’t done.
“I’m still recovering, you know.”
Seo-ha tried to protest, pointing out that his hole was still twitching, slick with warmth. That Han Ju-oh had just finished inside him, and it hadn’t even cooled off yet. It was a weak excuse, flimsy at best—but it didn’t matter.
“What’s so wrong with my swimsuit anyway…?”
Dungeon gear covered them from head to toe. Of course he wanted to wear something breezy for once. But instead of just saying he didn’t like it, Han Ju-oh had vetoed the beach entirely. Seo-ha felt wronged—and Han Ju-oh didn’t even pretend to deny it.
“I don’t want anyone else seeing you wet.”
