They laughed—silly things, silly conversations.
They were close to each other, too close maybe. But it wasn't a problem anymore.
Until it was.
Do-Jin felt Hyun-So under him, hard.
A slow, wicked smile curved his lips as he looked down, eyes glinting with mischief. His hands stayed pressed over Hyun-So's wrists, holding him pinned. "Something's… rubbing against me here, Mr. Park." Obviously he had to use the formal way to address it, like Hyun wasn't burning up enough. It was cruel, but he couldn't help himself.
Hyun said nothing; he couldn't.
His gaze shifted away, trying to ignore the hammering in his chest, the weight above him, and the eyes that felt like they were stripping him bare.
Trapped, unable to move or speak, completely at the mercy of the man above him.
Do-Jin's smirk softened as he realized maybe he'd pushed too far, too fast.
"It's okay." He released Hyun's wrists, fingers trailing up to hold his chin, gently guiding him to meet his eyes. "It's alright; there's nothing to be embarrassed about." His thumb brushed slowly over Hyun's cheek, trying to soothe the tension away.
Hyun exhaled sharply, then again, like he'd been holding his breath too long. The worry wasn't about now—it was about after. When they'd done everything, experienced everything together… would it still feel the same?
He didn't want to go back to that time—when he was alone.
"—I'm not going anywhere." Do-Jin's voice pulled him back like an anchor. Again.
Hyun hadn't caught what came before, but it didn't matter.
He isn't going anywhere. He is here, and it's all that matters.
"I'm sorry. I got lost," Hyun murmured, cheeks flushing, but relief settling in.
"Yeah, you did." Do-Jin steadied himself, cupping Hyun's face. "Look at me, Hyun-So. We can do this later—whenever you want. It's normal to react this way; you don't need to be embarrassed."
Hyun wanted to speak, to admit that he did want this, but words felt clumsy. Instead, he just looked at Do-Jin with a quiet, desperate longing, hoping he'd understand.
Do-Jin chuckled low, shaking his head. Then, in a teasing whisper, "And who's acting like a puppy now?" He leaned close to Hyun's ear. "Want me to help you out?"
Hyun's gaze said yes, but a small, almost shy nod made it clear.
"Alright, then."
They shifted. In a blink, Hyun was lying properly on the bed, head cushioned, blanket rumpled beneath them. Do-Jin's shirt was gone, and Hyun's hoodie was discarded to the side.
They kissed—hungry, breath-stealing kisses that deepened with every heartbeat. Do-Jin's hand roamed over Hyun's bare skin, slow at first, mapping his chest, tracing his sides, memorizing every line and curve.
Hyun's fingers tangled in Do-Jin's hair, his other hand gripping the back of his neck to pull him closer.
A gasp escaped him when Do-Jin's palm pressed lower, over his pants—not quite pushing, just rubbing. Teasing.
It wasn't enough. His hips shifted, seeking more friction.
"P…please, Do-Jin," Hyun breathed, voice ragged with need.
Do-Jin's grin deepened. "As you wish." His hand quickened, his lips catching Hyun's again in a dizzying kiss.
Then came the sound of a buckle, a zipper. Do-Jin's fingers slid under the waistband, feeling the heat there, but instead of rushing, he stayed slow—rubbing over Hyun's briefs first, making the tension stretch until it almost hurt.
When he finally tugged pants and underwear down, Hyun shivered under his gaze. Do-Jin paused just to admire the view before lowering himself, kissing along Hyun's neck, over his collarbone, and down his chest. Each kiss trailed heat, leaving small dark marks that would bloom purple by morning.
Hyun's breath caught when Do-Jin's lips hovered just above where he wanted them most. Then, finally, Do-Jin wrapped his hand around him, stroking slow at first.
Hyun's eyes fluttered shut. His voice came out low, needy. "Faster…"
Do-Jin smirked and, instead of answering, took him into his mouth in one smooth motion.
Hyun gasped loud, hips twitching upward before Do-Jin's hands pressed them firmly down.
Hyun made a low groan of pleasure along with annoyance when he couldn't control his movements any longer.
His fingers threaded through Do-Jin's hair, encouraging him, urging him to keep going.
The rhythm shifted—fast, then slow—keeping Hyun on edge until he could barely think straight. The wet heat, the grip, the tongue dragging along his shaft… it was too much.
"I'm… I—" Hyun's voice broke into a cry as he came, shuddering under the waves of release.
Do-Jin swallowed, slow and deliberate, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. Rubbed the excess cum over his lips and licked it off his finger with a satisfied hum.
Hyun muttered, "Nasty," but his eyes never left Do-Jin's.
"This is all yours, though." Do-Jin simply chuckled in response.
He rested his chin on his sternum.
"I know you love it," he whispered, his warm breath tickling Hyun-So's skin. "And I love to give it to you." With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Do-Jin captured Hyun-So's lips in a strong kiss, promoting the tension between them once again.
He took off his pants, not breaking the kiss, and pulled Hyun-So closer to him. He guided Hyun's hand down his own body. His fingers curled together, pressing their lengths against each other.
The friction made both of them groan. Without lube, it was raw, heated skin against skin, but they were too far gone to care.
Hyun-So got hard again fast; for it being his first, he couldn't believe how good it felt.
He gripped Do-Jin's shoulders hard.
"Faster?" Do-Jin asked, already increasing the pace. Precum slicked their movements, and the sound of it mingled with their breathless noises.
The breaths were heavy with every second and hot, almost suffocating.
Their releases built together, tension winding tighter until it snapped—both spilling over, making a mess across Hyun's stomach and Do-Jin's hand.
They collapsed side by side, chests rising and falling in sync. Do-Jin was the first to move, returning with a damp cloth to clean him up before tossing it aside. He can deal with the mess later.
Hyun opened his arms wordlessly, and Do-Jin slid in without hesitation. No more teasing, no more talking—just quiet, shared warmth.
In each other's arms, they fell asleep, the night holding nothing but the steady beat of two hearts against one another.