By Zephyria 
“You’re the one who should… tell me.””
Unable to kiss his lips, Yoon Joo-ho greedily licked Song Hyun-soo’s cheeks like a dog in heat.
“You like putting it in me, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“You want to do it with me, don’t you?”
“I fucking want to.”
“Then just put it in.”
Acknowledging defeat cleanly.
Yoon Joo-ho, who had paused for a moment, furrowed his brow and bit Song Hyun-soo’s cheek.
“Damn, I almost got played.”
The counterattack began. Yoon Joo-ho sucked on his earlobe and began to shake his hips rapidly. He even put his hand under his chest to pinch and twist his nipples.
“Hah! Hng! Heuung.”
Song Hyun-soo panted and shook his hips. He couldn’t stand it. He wanted to be violated by him, no matter what.
He wanted him to shove his throbbing penis deep inside and erase all thoughts by going in and out of his hole over and over again.
His head was full of sex. It was the limit.
“Mmph, Mmh, heup, Monroe, aah… um, uuum.”
Before he could finish saying Monroe Dad, his lips were swallowed first.
Yoon Joo-ho, grabbing and pulling Song Hyun-soo’s chin, thrust his tongue in. He knew this would mean defeat, but he chose to kiss without hesitation.
As much as they had held back, they frantically tangled their tongues and sucked on each other’s lips.
As if kissing wasn’t enough, Yoon Joo-ho even stuck his fingers into Song Hyun-soo’s mouth.
“Eum, euum. Heu-heup, eun.”
His lips, tongue, saliva, and fingers. Everything was so sweet it melted his brain. Yoon Joo-ho, who pulled out his fingers soaked with Song Hyun-soo’s saliva, put them in his own mouth and sucked on them.
He turned Song Hyun-soo over on his back. He quickly positioned himself between his legs and picked up the lubricant. He seemed to be running out of patience.
“It’s no fun not being able to see your face.”
It was a mess.
He haphazardly squirted lubricant all over Song Hyun-soo’s crotch and on his own stiff penis.
“It’s no fun not being able to touch you either.”
Song Hyun-soo, lying down and catching his breath, looked down at his threateningly erect member.
“Is your penis that big because it’s no fun?”
Wiping the sweat flowing down his face with his arm, Yoon Joo-ho grinned.
“Aah… aah!”
Song Hyun-soo’s back arched.
His glans began to push its way into the already wet and melted hole.
Having prepared in the bathroom and softened while being caressed, that place wrapped around Yoon Joo-ho’s shaft and greedily pulled it inside, deeper and deeper.
“Aah, heu… It’s, throbbing inside.”
With his hands restricted by the handcuffs, Song Hyun-soo rubbed his lower abdomen and twisted his waist.
Confirming that more than half of his penis was swallowed, Yoon Joo-ho knelt down. He dug his thighs under Song Hyun-soo’s buttocks and bent his upper body to get closer. As he bent over, the insertion became even deeper. It was a position the two had recently become obsessed with. With the pleasure his body remembered, Song Hyun-soo’s moans trembled faintly.
“Seems like you’re feeling it more than usual?”
With their chests pressed tightly together, Yoon Joo-ho grinned.
“Do you like being restrained?”
Song Hyun-soo swallowed hard and shook his head wildly.
“The bet’s over now. Hurry, release me.”
But Yoon Joo-ho only smiled even more like a villain.
“I’ll think about it if you behave.”
“Heup!”
He twisted his waist gently, pushing his penis in little by little, and then thrust in the last word. As usual, a dull pain, as if his bones were splitting, rushed in immediately after insertion.
Crouching over Song Hyun-soo’s body, Yoon Joo-ho began to move his hips.
“Eueung, eun. Eueueung.”
The handcuffed wrists, not knowing where to put them, were cumbersome.
It wasn’t right to put them above his head or on his chest, so he hung his wrists around his neck.
Brushing Song Hyun-soo’s hair back from his forehead, Yoon Joo-ho smiled briefly with a wet face.
“Found its place.”
Looking into his eyes and sharing kisses, he heated up and stirred inside his body persistently.
“Heueueu… heu-heut, heuk.”
This position felt more lewd than any other bizarre position.
Perfectly overlapping as one, they hugged each other’s sticky, sweaty bodies, mixing tongues and mixing below. He fully felt the panting of his penis melting his flesh and igniting ecstasy within him as it went in and out below, and the heaving of his excited hips.
His whole body was completely assimilated with him, and it felt as if his body was slowly melting and mixing from where his penis was rubbing.
It wasn’t just because they were physically connected. It was an experience like becoming a completely different entity from two separate individuals.
It felt like there was nothing they couldn’t say to each other, and there was no side of themselves they couldn’t show.
He felt so affectionate towards the man inside him that he felt it would be worthwhile to spend the rest of his life just having sex with Yoon Joo-ho. That’s how good it was.
“Heueueu, eu. Heuek. Heut.”
Yoon Joo-ho, embracing Song Hyun-soo who was almost sobbing, hugged his back and lifted him up.
This time, he sat on his lap, wrapped his arms around him as if to entangle each other, and overlapped their lips.
“Eum. Eum…”
This feeling of being completely close to each other without even a slight gap was unbearably good. It felt like the two of them could float into the air while hugging like this.
Moving his butt muscles while sitting, rubbing inside Song Hyun-soo, Yoon Joo-ho rubbed the tip of his nose.
“Should I lock you up so you can’t debut and only let me see you?”
A sweet sigh escaped from between his lips.
“I’m the CEO, after all. Can’t I do it with abuse of power?”
“Eueu, heuk. Haah.”
Even then, Song Hyun-soo didn’t take Yoon Joo-ho’s words seriously. He thought he was just throwing out random words while intoxicated with excitement during sex. Song Hyun-soo himself didn’t have the luxury to listen carefully.
Yoon Joo-ho’s hand, which had been holding Song Hyun-soo’s back, went down and fiddled with the connected area.
“Wouldn’t I be anxious if you kept being inside me?”
“Eueu, heut. Haah, eu…”
With his handcuffed hands around his neck, Song Hyun-soo turned his waist on his own.
“Does that mean we should get married and have kids?”
“……”
“Is that why people get married?”
Song Hyun-soo pushed his forehead against Yoon Joo-ho’s forehead and met his eyes.
“Sunbae. Sunbae, get a grip. Who’s going to have the kids?”
“What can I do to feel at ease?”
His eyes seemed to have gone mad.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Once you debut, you’ll become everyone’s Song Hyun-soo.”
“Sunbae has been everyone’s Yoon Joo-ho for his entire life… Heuek, keup!”
“It’s different from having something that was mine taken away. You don’t know.”
Pulling Song Hyun-soo’s waist down and pushing his penis in deeply, he muttered in a heartbroken voice.
He didn’t know how to just be depressed about possessiveness or just have sex.
Tuk, tuk. Song Hyun-soo pulled the handcuffs taut a few times to gauge their strength, then gave them a sharp tug and broke the chains. He could break these toys anytime he wanted, if he put his mind to it.
Song Hyun-soo cupped Yoon Joo-ho’s cheeks and made him look at him.
“Look at me, Sunbae.”
His blurry eyes focused on Song Hyun-soo. He kissed him soothingly, chok, chok.
“Just look at me. Just think about how much I love Sunbae.”
A smile returned to Yoon Joo-ho’s eyes.
It was because it was something he had said to Song Hyun-soo once. He chuckled and kissed the inside of Song Hyun-soo’s wrist, looking at the broken handcuffs.
“My boyfriend has superhuman strength.”
“So rest assured. I’ll punish everything that makes Sunbae anxious.”
They rubbed the tips of their noses together and laughed.
The vibrations and waves created by the other’s laughter flowed into each other’s bodies. They loved each other this much, they felt this much unity. And yet, it was strange that they were actually two people.
Without rushing, slowly, in the missionary position only, Yoon Joo-ho reached orgasm inside Song Hyun-soo three times.
As if he was really trying to have a baby, he didn’t scrape out the semen in his belly after ejaculating, but ejaculated again on top of it, and ejaculated again.
I love you.
I love you too.
They weren’t usually the type to say those words often. But that night, they whispered them into each other’s ears countless times.
Yoon Joo-ho whispered that he felt frustrated because he couldn’t find a more appropriate word than that.
And he groped and rummaged through Song Hyun-soo’s entire body with his lips and hands.
As if the word he was looking for was hidden somewhere in his body.
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