The air between them was heavy, thick with heat and anticipation. Jiwon's hands hovered near Yul's chest, tracing the faint line of muscle beneath his shirt, but neither made a move that felt rushed. Every inch of space they shared felt electric.
Yul's breath hitched when Jiwon leaned closer, his forehead brushing against Yul's. "You're… different," Yul murmured, voice husky, trembling with unspoken need.
"I could say the same about you," Jiwon replied, lips grazing the shell of Yul's ear. He felt Yul shiver under the touch, and it only made him bolder. "I've wanted this… wanted you."
Yul's hands found Jiwon's waist, pulling him even closer, their bodies nearly flush. The room felt smaller, the air hotter, as if it existed only for them. "You have no idea what you do to me," Yul whispered, teeth catching on his lower lip, eyes dark with want.
Jiwon's hands traced upward, slipping beneath the hem of Yul's shirt. Skin met skin. The shiver that ran through Yul made his chest tighten against Jiwon's. "I'm not stopping," Jiwon said, voice low but unwavering.
Their lips met again, slow and deliberate at first, testing, tasting, searching. Yul responded immediately, tilting his head, letting the kiss deepen. Hands roamed, fingers threading through hair, tracing the curve of shoulders, the line of the jaw.
Time seemed to fold in on itself. The city outside the window was irrelevant. The world shrank until it was just them: breathless, close, and burning with desire.
Yul pressed against him, whispering, "Jiwon… I—"
"Shh," Jiwon murmured, capturing his lips again, silencing the words with the press of his mouth. His hands slid lower, exploring, feeling, memorizing every inch of Yul that he could reach.
Yul gasped into the kiss, hands gripping Jiwon's back, pulling him flush against him. Every nerve ending screamed, every heartbeat pounding in sync.
Yull stripped the both of them, hands gripping Jiwon's perfect ass, while kissing him passionately. Yul sticks his two fingers in Jiwon's already wet hole, making Jiwon gasp.
"I want you...I want to feel you," Jiwon whispers, gripping Yul's back. Yul lets out a slight grin.
Yul pins Jiwon to the wall, holding his wrists to the wall above him. He slaps his massive dick on Jiwon's ass, then turns him back around, facing him.
"I've changed my mind...suck it," Yul said mischievously.
"What?, How am I supposed to do that...you're too big," Jiwon said nervously.
"Take it," Yul whispers.
"It's so big, it's like a weapon," Jiwon accidentally said out loud.
Yul's huge manhood is throbbing with anticipation, just waiting to fill Jiwon's throat. Jiwon grabs it nervously, and slightly kisses and licks it. Slowly a clear substance starts to leak out.
Yul pushes it into Jiwon's mouth and aggressively thrusts back and forth. Jiwon choking, tries to take it all, but can't breathe. Jiwon pushes Yul's thighs away, forcing him to pull out.
"I can't breathe, you're too big," Jiwon said.
"You feel so good...you can take it," Yul whispers.
He shoves it back into Jiwon's throat, but now kneades his own manhood, throbbing and leaking. Slower, but harder, Yul began to thrust deeper into Jiwon's throat, close to climaxing.
"Fuck...I'm close!," Yul said.
Yul grips Jiwon's head and pulls it closer, making his pubes press onto Jiwon's face. His thick, white, and warm load, explodes into Jiwon's throat and He's making Jiwon take all of it. He keeps it in there for a couple more seconds then pulls it out, he glares down at Jiwon, still has his mouth open and has his loud all over the floor.
"I see you enjoyed yourself too," Yul said with a smirk.
Jiwon slightly chuckles.
He gets up off his knees and kisses Yul, Yul walks Jiwon into the wall and continue to kiss back.
"I don't want you to leave," Yul whispered.
"I have to..I don't want to leave either." Jiwon said.
Jiwon walked away and put his clothes back on.
"I'll see you again, don't worry," Jiwon said.
The room was quiet for a moment after Jiwon left, the faint scent of him lingering like a ghost. Yul's chest rose and fell rapidly, his mind still tangled in the memory of their closeness.
Then, a presence cut through the haze—a shadow that wasn't his own, a chill that crawled along his spine. The man Yul had feared, the one he had thought he'd never see again, appeared in the corner of the room, leaning casually against the wall. His smile was sharp, too perfect, as though carved from ice.
"Did you miss me?" the man asked softly, voice smooth, almost honeyed. "Or have you forgotten me entirely?"
Yul froze, a cold dread gripping his heart. Memories flickered—long-forgotten nights, screams, pain, betrayal. The man's influence had been buried, but the words now dug into Yul's mind like knives.
"You… you can't be here," Yul said, his voice tight, trembling. "I… I won't—"
"Oh, you will," the man interrupted, stepping closer. "You remember what you were before. You remember what we built. All I've asked is for you to finish it. To reclaim what's yours. To rule."
Yul's hands shook. The memories pressed in on him—faces he had loved, voices he had trusted, all twisting into shadows. Doubt seeped in, infecting him slowly, invisibly.
"You think I'm betraying anyone," the man whispered, now right behind him, lips close to Yul's ear. "You think you're losing yourself, but this… this is who you were meant to be. The empire. The power. The golden blood… fully realized."
A soft, insidious pressure began in Yul's chest. It wasn't just fear. It was familiarity, addiction, longing. The man's voice wrapped around his thoughts, threading into his memories, bending them, rewriting them.
Yul staggered, leaning into the wall. "I… I can't…"
"You can," the man said, almost tenderly. "You've always wanted this. You've always needed me. Let go, and I'll show you how to be what you were meant to be. All of it. Complete. Powerful."
And then it began—the slow, creeping takeover. Yul's own voice wavered, his will bending under the weight of memories he had tried to lock away. Every thought of Jiwon, every fleeting moment of freedom, began to feel distant, unreal.
His golden eyes dimmed slightly, shadowed by the man's presence. His body moved not entirely by his own will, his limbs leaning toward the man, responding to the whispers he hadn't wanted to hear.
"I…" Yul whispered, almost to himself, almost against the control he was losing. "I… I remember."
"And now," the man purred, wrapping the words around Yul's mind like chains, "you'll finish what we started. Together, nothing can stop us. Not even them."
Outside the room, the city hummed, unaware of the struggle within. Inside, Yul's struggle was internal—mind against mind, memory against manipulation, desire against the creeping possession that threatened to claim him entirely.
The battle had begun, unseen, silent, but inevitable.