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Keum Seong-je was playing with zero expectations of the day at the usual PC bang after school.

Maybe it was a stroke of luck to see Yeon Si-eun himself, taking a seat in cubicle nine—one that had a direct view of his usual corner—to open his backpack and unpack some books that afternoon.

It wasn’t strange for students to come to this place: noise-canceling headphones, comfortable chairs, and affordable prices. Perfect environment to jump class or just study the rest of the day, if they want to be boring bookworms.

Still, out of all the possible people, Yeon-fucking-Si-eun was there, wearing his clean and perfect Eunjang High School uniform in an area that had belonged to The Union for years.

Seong-je smiled at the kid’s lack of self-preservation. He had walked into the wolf’s den—his den, by the way—without any hesitation.

Tensions between schools were still latent even after the dissolution of The Union. Without Na Baek-jin on the radar, Keum Seong-je was something like the de facto ‘interim leader,’ which was bullshit.

The organization was falling into chaos, and Seong-je didn’t even know where Mr. Choi had gone or if he cared at all about his little silly business called ‘The Union.’

Worse yet, he couldn’t leave in peace because no matter how many dumbfuck bastards he beat up and yelled at, telling them he had nothing to do with The Union anymore, they kept coming back to bother him, looking for new orders to follow like headless chickens.

Sigh. Seong-je was tired of dealing with those idiots.

Life was more fun when he was just a simple thug who could fight anyone. That was the main reason he agreed to join The Union in the first place.

He enjoyed a well-earned fight almost as much as the belated realization in his opponent’s eyes when they figured out that Seong-je was, in fact, an experienced fighter.

Add to that the struggle that followed, as the other risked everything to prove to themselves that they weren’t weaklings in comparison.

Now, with a name and the reputation of being ‘the leader,’ almost no one would fight him. They just let themselves get beaten until he was satisfied or, failing that, got bored.

A target that didn’t fight back was infinitely uninteresting and annoying.

Tsk, they just didn’t make thugs like they used to.

Everyone wanted the reputation, but no one was willing to break a bone or two sparring with him or ruin their brand-name shoes bought in 24 easy installments with mommy’s credit card.

Maybe he’d killed a significant number of brain cells from hitting them because he couldn’t understand how stupid they were.

Despite the minor inconveniences in his life, this PC bang was Seong-je’s. His. If some idiot from Ganghak High School—or whatever school, dungeon, or hole they were crawling from—dared to make even a little trouble in his presence, they’d have to deal with him. 

That included bothering the newbie. He had already assigned and reserved that right for himself. Everyone else needed to get in line and go through him.

So Seong-je kept playing because, of course, he had to pretend he hadn’t noticed Si-eun, even though now and then, some student would stop behind the kid to look at his screen and make him—internally—lose his temper.

Being honest, what could he possibly be doing that was interesting enough? A graph? Statistics? Reading a guide about ‘How to Threaten Your Frenemies with Their Expensive Glasses 101’?

Si-eun might as well have been sleeping for all the movement he made. But whatever it was, it soon caused a group of students to crowd behind him.

About two hours passed before Seong-je clicked his tongue and exhaled forcefully, deciding he’d had enough.

That brat was so exasperating.

Led by the spirit of curiosity, he killed the last idiots in Free Fire.

Then, with his hands in his pockets and a new tropical mango lollipop between his lips, he walked over to Si-eun, looking unconcerned on the surface.

When the other students saw him approaching, they moved aside to let him pass and quickly dispersed.

And Keum Seong-je might be a strange person, but Yeon Si-eun was even stranger because he was playing Call of Duty in what he’d consider study hours.

Yes, he said the high and mighty Yeon Si-eun.

Left hand on the keyboard, chat silenced, and the repetitive clicking of the cursor on targets. One after another, eliminated. No hesitation or even compassion. His character movement was so fluid that even a next-gen graphics card would have trouble replicating the speed of his actions.

Yet, Seong-je had seen him show more passion solving an equation than playing an FPS... and it wasn’t that Seong-je had followed him a couple of times to his cram school after leaving Ganghak—a place he’d come across, by chance—or left some candies on his desk when the kid wasn’t looking—once again, by chance—clearly not… but he found it interesting.

When did he start playing? And where did he get so much practice? With who? Did they do this often? Once again, with who?

Under the bluish light of the screen, Si-eun’s profile looked almost ethereal—honey-golden skin, long dark lashes casting delicate shadows over his plump, rosy cheeks.

Seong-je leaned over the seat, placing his arms on either side and resting his weight heavily on the back of Si-eun’s chair. His hair—argon shampoo and… horsetail?—tickled his nose.

“Didn’t know you were so good at gaming, newbie.”

Si-eun continued in his business, not bothering to look at who it was. He knew he’d noticed him since he arrived, even if Seong-je couldn’t explain how.

“Mind if I sit?”

“Is taken—”

With only a gesture to the Ganghak student in cubicle 10, the guy shot up like a spring was shove up in his ass.

He smiled, crookedly, “Now it’s not.”

Si-eun, “...”

Seong-je just snorted and slid into the empty seat to look at his own screen, where the Language of Legends thumbnail was waiting.

Fuck ass virgin’s game.

“Wouldn’t a round of baking cakes in Purble Place be more suitable for someone like you?”

Only then did he manage to get an pretty enthusiastic response.

“What do you want, Seong-je?”

He raised his hands with that cocky smile on his lips, “Jeez, I came in peace.”

Si-eun didn’t miss a beat, neither in the game nor in the budding conversation, “I doubt it.”

“Hm.” Typing quickly to join in the game Si-eun was playing, he clicked his tongue and tried to sound as genuine as he could when he asked, “You’ve got a good rank. How long have you been playing?”

Si-eun frowned slightly, but still answered, looking like he was questioning the interaction himself, “Nine months.”

It matched up with his entry into Eunjang High and the decline of his little world.

Yeon Si-eun was full of surprises.

“Wanna play a round? I really want to see your moves in action.”

Si-eun fixed his gaze back on the screen.

Seong-je raised an eyebrow at his reaction, logging into the server.

“What was that, newbie?” At least the keyboard wasn’t sticky; God knew how much he hated touching something dirty, it made him want to hit people. “Don’t you trust my skills to beat your ass?”

There it was. His big eyes—filled with a melancholy that didn’t belong to someone his age—glinted with something like amusement.

A soft gaze, a small inverted smile.

A face that caught attention effortlessly, almost androgynous in its delicacy.

“Camping to kill low-rank players isn’t a skill.”

He smiled to himself.

Oh, so that’s how it was?

“Were you spying on me, princess?”

Seong-je might have been a little in love, and what was romance without the bite?

“In your dreams.” Si-eun snorted, followed by a mutter under his breath that sounded like, “Don’t call me like that.” 

Smiling wider and adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, Seong-je moved the lollipop stick from one cheek to the other, quite pleased.

“Let’s make a bet, then.”

A somewhat dangerous idea came to his mind.

Si-eun’s response was instant and sharp, “You have nothing to offer that could interest me.”

His keyboard handling was impressive, on the same skill level as an office worker nearing quitting time.

“Ow, you really know how to hurt my feelings, huh?” Seong-je held his chest theatrically, and Si-eun smiled once more, acting all big and mysterious when, deep down, he was still listening to his words. Of course he was. Seong-je might be full of himself, but his intuition never failed. He just had to… push a little more. “You can consider it a debt, then. I, Keum Seong-je, will owe you a favor. Where, when, and how to repay it will all be up to you. Money isn’t an issue.”

He winked at him, earning a suspicious look. To say Seong-je was delighted by the attention was an understatement.

“Why should I trust your word?”

Si-eun had his reasons to distrust, considering this little incident before the last fight between Eunjang High School and The Union.

They couldn’t blame him. He was a little bored. Seong-je and boredom never belonged in the same equation for a reason.

Just like now.

He found it easy to pull out his black card and place it on the side of Si-eun’s keyboard, spinning side to side in his chair.

“You can buy your books and as many as you want, even if I win.”

Si-eun’s face was a poem.

It went from confusion to disbelief in a couple of seconds without even blinking before he turned his face back to the screen.

His fingers stopped for exactly one second before continuing to type.

“Buy books?”

Maybe Seong-je also followed him in his free time, and not just when he ran into him leaving Ganghak. Maybe he’d already memorized his schedules and routes. Maybe.

God, why did he have to explain himself? The street was public. He was a taxpayer, not a stalker.

“Just a guess,” he said, vaguely pointing at the thick manuals carefully stacked on the side of his desk. Advanced Calculus III. Pre-University Probability and Statistics. Geometry and Vectors in Space Science. Each one looked quite worn out. “Isn’t that what bookworms like you do all the time? Prep for the SKY universities?”

Si-eun was two grades below him and studying as if a SNU recruiter was going to knock on his door tomorrow. So dedicated.

That small, slightly aquiline nose scrunched up just a bit.

“Hm.”

Si-eun used to stop in front of a bookstore—staring at the window display like a child longing for candy—and always left without buying.

Seongje had considered doing it for him—he’d already memorized the titles anyway—and leaving the books in his cram school locker, but it wasn’t the same as leaving him a banana milk or a pastry on his desk, so he hesitated.

It had taken time for Si-eun to accept gifts from his ‘secret admirer.’ If Seongje did something like that, he’d most likely just ignore him again.

“What about you? What would you gain if I lost?”

Si-eun seemed to consider his offer, moving the cursor a little slower. Carefully analyzing the pros and cons, not noticing the small pout his lips naturally formed when he was thinking.

“Haven’t thought about it…” he lied.

Seong-je really wanted to take a bite out of him.

He didn’t know where his urge to bother the kid came from, but he attributed it to the fact that Si-eun had the kind of face he’d pay to see—or make—cry…

“Mmm, how about… hanging out?”He tested the waters.

A date, though he wouldn’t call it that. As much as he wanted to ask for a whole day—a week, a month, all the time Si-eun had left to live—it wasn’t the smartest move.

“With you?” and Sieun sounded genuinely incredulous when Seongje noded,  “Why?”

Seong-je deliberately pouted, adopting an expression of boredom that wasn’t far from the truth, “I’m really bored in The Union since Baek-jin disappeared.”

A plausible excuse, plans that sounded as harmless as possible coming from him, Keum Seong-je, with his reputation as an unpredictable thug and his… particular tendencies.

Si-eun’s gaze sharpened for a moment—he knew Seong-je harbored complicated feelings about that—and then he snorted, mercilessly annihilating his next target in the game.

“Get a job.”

“The job market’s tough these days.”

“...” Si-eun said nothing.

Lying wasn’t going to get him anywhere, so he used the oldest trick in the book: teasing him.

He tilted his head, pulling the sucker out of his mouth and licking his lips.

“Don't you trust your skills? Jeez, you looked so professional a minute ago…”

How could he make good use of his time with Si-eun? Seong-je was already making plans and backup plans, and more backup plans for the backup plans.

“Besides,” he continued, “if you’re so sure you’ll win, what’s the problem? It’s easy money, newbie. Just imagine all those books…”

Out of the corner of his eye, those deer-like eyes were evaluating him with an intensity that would have intimidated anyone… anyone who wasn’t Keum Seong-je.

He was enjoying the extra attention.

Si-eun exhaled through his nose, turning his attention back to the screen where his character waited in the lobby. His fingers drummed an irregular pattern on the keyboard.

The little furrow between his brows deepened, thoughtful. Seong-je could almost see the gears turning in his head.

Si-eun was too smart for his own good, but he was also competitive in a way he probably didn’t even recognize in himself.

He’d seen it on the rooftop that time—he sighed, the last time he’d felt the real adrenaline of a good fight, with blood singing in his veins—refusing to give up when he was at a clear physical disadvantage and any sensible person in his position would have admitted defeat.

He wouldn’t exactly call it ‘pride,’ that stubborn determination not to yield a single inch of ground, no matter the cost.

Si-eun, that pretty, delicate little thing with porcelain skin, was actually a fighter to the core.

“Ask for something else.”

Seong-je blinked, pulled from his thoughts. He briefly considered insisting—he had Si-eun right where he wanted him, he could feel it—but adaptability was its hallmark.

After years of street fights, he was knowing when to change tactics.

“Pose for me, then,” he said, as if the idea had just occurred to him when in reality he’d been plotting something similar since he saw Si-eun walk into the PC Bang.

Si-eun turned in his chair this time, the game momentarily forgotten.

His eyebrows came together in that expression of genuine confusion that made Seong-je want to pinch his cheeks, “Pose?”

“Last time I got a photo for Baek-jin,” he explained, remembering their first encounter in that bathroom.

It wasn’t his best first impression, but not the worst either if you counted the third time on the rooftop or the fourth at the noodle shop.

Okay, his track record wasn’t in his favor, but he was just a nineteen-year-old. Could they blame him for being a little bored and causing trouble now and then? He doesn’t think so.

“The thing is, you didn’t look half bad, and as it happens, I’m a pretty good photographer when I’m not running errands.”

Seong-je made a gesture with his fingers, like he was taking a picture to prove his point.

“Why would you want to photograph me?” Si-eun’s question came out flat and without inflection, but you could hear the genuine perplexity underneath.

God, the kid really had no idea about his own appeal, did he?

“It’s part of a personal project I’m working on.” Instead of answering directly, Seong-je fired back a question of his own. “Have you ever heard of recreational photography?”

Si-eun stared at him without even blinking at his words as if he’d just spoken another language. A language that the high and mighty Yeon Si-eun couldn’t decipher.

Seong-je clicked his tongue, incredulous because Si-eun genuinely seemed not to know something for once.

“It’s a hobby of mine,” he explained, moving the lollipop from one side of his mouth to the other, “I like photographing things.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” He could have sworn Si-eun looked adorable being confused, with that little furrow between his brows and his lips slightly pursed, “Why?”

Seong-je smiled, wide and a little dangerous, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

“Well, you might not know this, but people like having fun and photographing pretty things.”

Si-eun blinked slowly, probably trying to process the new information.

Seong-je snorted, amused.

“I just need you to pose for my camera, newbie. It’s not rocket science.”

There was a momentary silence, filled by the sounds of the PC bang—mouse clicks, virtual explosions, muffled conversations, and the repetition that hurt anyone’s ears after a couple of hours, while Si-eun evaluated him with those big, deep eyes like burning wells.

“I don’t know how… to pose,” he said in a careful tone.

Si-eun was considering it. Like, seriously. This will be easier than he thought.

“And you don’t have to know how,” Seong-je clarified, “I’ll be there to help you.”

The light from the screen illuminated his face from below, accentuating the softness of his cheeks and the sharp line of his jaw.

His long lashes cast dancing shadows every time he blinked, “What do you propose?”

Seong-je leaned back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head in a pose of total relaxation that didn’t betray how fast his heart was pounding in his chest. 

He didn’t know if Si-eun was very naive or just pretending to be.

Seong-je leaned forward until their faces were close enough that their noses would brush with the slightest movement.

Si-eun stayed still where he was.

Little stars sparkling in those big dark orbs, and the slight tension in those plump lips that seemed to be begging for a kiss lip balm.

“The first to lose two out of three rounds does what the winner asks. No time limit.”

“I don’t trust you.”

But that wasn’t a no for Seong-je.

“And yet, you’re still thinking in that pretty little head of yours that you can actually win me.”

Seong-je witnessed the exact moment when Si-eun’s stubbornness overcame his caution.

The kid’s chin lifted just slightly, watching him with that intelligent gaze of his.

“I can.”

He had hit the nail on the head. Seong-je’s chest twisted with anticipation.

So, naturally, he extended his hand, inviting him to seal the deal.

“Then prove it.”

And Si-eun took it.

His skin was smooth and flawless, proof that Yeon Si-eun spent more time with his books than doing any real physical activity.

Seong-je might have squeezed it a second longer than necessary before letting go to purr, “Good luck, newbie.”

[...]

Seong-je hadn’t lied about his skills—he was good, really good—but Si-eun played as if he’d memorized the manual, moving only as much as strictly necessary, never getting too close.

Beautiful to watch, in a twisted way. It was a good thing Seong-je had always had serious masochistic tendencies.

They had a close first round.

Si-eun won by such a narrow margin that even the new crowd of spectators murmured, impressed but he didn’t even react despite his clear victory.

His fingers simply pushed a strand of his perfect fringe behind his ear, preparing for the next round.

The first match had been difficult only because Seong-je had trouble looking away from him.

Second round was faster.

Already warmed up, reading and anticipating certain patterns in Si-eun was easy.

He could almost feel his body vibrating with excitement and loved it every second.

Si-eun made everything more interesting, and Seong-je wanted to chase that feeling wherever it went, no matter what.

2 – 0 

“You giving up yet?”

Sieun didn’t even waste a glare on him.

The third round was where things got a little more twisted.

Si-eun completely changed his strategy, becoming more aggressive. Seong-je felt something electric crawl up his spine. The situation required him to sit up straight in his seat and play for real.

He had been giving Si-eun a certain margin of victory so as not to diminish his confidence and make him believe he was in control of the situation, but Seong-je wasn’t just any player. Just had to look for an opening, and soon enough, he found it.

A tiny mistake that, after three quick clicks and a perfect sequence of movements, made his screen explode with a big victory announcement.

“Game over,” Seong-je announced, leaning back in his chair with a lazy smile on his lips again, finally biting into the sucker to taste the sweet, salty, and sour mix of the green mango flavor.

Si-eun stared at the screen for a moment, his big bubble tea eyes studying the replay intently, probably searching for the exact moment where he went wrong.

Then he sighed, taking off his headphones.

“Mm.” not sounding particularly annoyed, just resigned.

Seong-je adjusted his glasses, watching Si-eun’s profile. Even defeated, he looked captivating. Seong-je practically purred, “So, about my prize…”

“Where and when.” Si-eun interrupted him, turning to look at him. There was still a spark of ferocity in those melancholy little eyes. “I’ll pose for you, but,” a short pause. “if I don’t like what you’re doing, I’ll leave.”

Seong-je smiled. It was exactly the enthusiasm he’d been hoping for.

“Quite impatient, huh?” He took out his phone and slid it across Si-eun’s desk with his KakaoTalk QR code glowing on the screen. “But sure, whatever you feel comfortable with.”

Si-eun looked at the phone as if it were an explosive trap in it.

He scanned it quickly. When Seong-je checked his contact read ‘Yeon Si-eun,’ with a smirk. Showed up as ‘Offline’ in his info. No emojis or anything extra. 

Putting the device back in his pocket, he stood up and stretched lazily. Seong-je lowered his arms and said, “Don’t forget to turn off DND, princess.”

Before Si-eun could respond to the pet name, he winked and walked off, one hand in his pocket and the other spinning the lollipop stick between his fingers.

He bit into the sweet candy, savoring the tropical flavor on his tongue.

Seong-je could run a baseball field round trip with a smile on his face at that very moment.

[...]

Seong-je took his time at the mall, humming the catchy tune of an idol playing through the store’s speakers that afternoon.

Si-eun had told him he would arrive in exactly seven minutes, the perfect time to pick him up at the bus stop.

Seong-je paid through his phone and took the bag as he headed for the main exit.

Unfortunately for him, it was pouring rain outside.

Seong-je cursed under his breath, leaving him stupidly standing there like a loser to adjust his glasses, which were starting to fog up from the humidity.

His mother told him already to get the surgery because he was legally blind as shit, but the recovery time was a hassle he wasn’t willing to deal with.

Stuffing the paper bag inside his jacket, Seong-je walked through the torrential rain into his car—a brand new black sedan—in the second row of the parking lot, completely soaked by the time he got inside.

Once the driver’s door was closed, he started the engine and cranked the heat to maximum, feeling the warm air bringing him back to life.

Spring cold rains were the worst.

Seong-je ran a hand through his wet hair, pushing it off his forehead, waiting for the windshield to defog.

His purchase—slightly damp on the edges but mostly intact—now were in the back seat.

This was a surprise that could go very well or very badly—bad in the sense that he might have to visit the hospital with an injury that would be hard to explain.

He turned the wheel, pulling out of the parking lot with tires splashing as he maneuvered onto the avenue.

The tick-tock of the working wipers could barely keep up with the amount of water falling from the sky.

The bus stop where Si-eun said he would be was three minutes away, so he didn’t have to look far.

As he turned the corner, Seong-je saw Si-eun standing under the small transparent plastic roof of the bus stop.

He would recognize that fucking Eunjang uniform anywhere.

Si-eun reminded him of an abandoned kitten standing out against the monochromatic gray of the rainy day.

He looked pretty cute like that. Trying to go unnoticed and scanning the street in his search.

Seong-je stopped to one side of him and quickly pushed down the passenger window.

“Newbie!” he called out, raising his voice to be heard over the roar of the downpour, and Si-eun lifted his face toward the sound, their eyes meeting through the veil of rain, “You came.”

The kid was quite calm.

“Did I have any choice?”

Seong-je was starting to find his little quirks endearing, even if he wasn’t exactly impartial when it came to Si-eun and found everything he did adorable.

He shrugged and chose to keep his response to himself, smirking.

Si-eun always had a choice.

Could have ignored his messages, blocked his number, and simply not shown up… it wasn’t like Seong-je was going to use it as an excuse to get it closer but he was here, true to his words, cold and a little miserable.

How cute.

Si-eun was just shy and needed a little push in the right direction.

Straight into his arms.

“I thought that dickhead Baku and your other friends would be waiting to beat me up,” he admitted with a crooked smile, remembering the way they’d looked at him suspiciously the last time they ran into each other on the street. With a click, he unlocked the doors, “Get in before you freeze, cutie.”

Si-eun muttered something in response that was completely lost under the roar of the rain pounding on the roof of the car and the pavement.

“Huh?” Seong-je tilted his head, squinting, “Did you say something?”

Instead of repeating himself, Si-eun pulled on the passenger door and slamming shut behind him.

“I don’t want them to know I went out with you,” he murmured in a gasp. He had brought with him a gust of cold air mixed with his soft, clean body scent. “They don’t like you.”

Seong-je couldn’t do anything but burst out laughing—a genuine, warm laugh that bubbled up from his chest, echoing in the small enclosed space of the car.

“So you like me?” he said in that rumbling tone he knew made Si-eun nervous, “I see.” He turned in his seat to get a better look at him, propping an elbow casually on the edge of the now-closed window, tilting his head. A wide, slightly predatory smile hung on his lips, “Don’t you think we’re going too fast? I didn’t know this was a date until now, and suddenly I’m your dirty little secret.”

Si-eun rolled his eyes—his cheeks flushing a pink that definitely wasn’t just from the cold—turning his head toward the side window with force.

“Shut up.”

Oh, for someone as serious and ’expressionless’ as Si-eun, it was way too fun to get a reaction out of him.

“Yah, Yeon Si-eun, you’re a whole player.”

Turning the wheel with his free hand—because driving with one hand made him feel cool even if no one was watching—he maneuvered back into the slow flow of traffic.

“So...” he pressed again, unable to resist, throwing him a sideways glance as they waited at a red light. “It is a date, right?”

Si-eun didn’t answer, but he didn’t deny it either.

Seong-je laughed softly to himself and drove through the slippery streets of Seoul, filled with a happiness almost effervescent that he hadn’t felt in months.

The rain continued to pound against the windshield mercilessly, but inside the car, everything was warm and dry and perfect.

[...]

Seong-je, despite what people might think of him, had other hobbies besides playing video games for fun and beating people… for fun.

Being a stalker. Photography was one of them.

“Welcome to my place, newbie.”

He had something like a studio in the guest room. A room that was kept locked until Si-eun left for security reasons... his security.

Si-eun politely took off his shoes at the entrance, unlike him, who left his strewn about along with his jacket to go look for a warm towel in his dryer, not forgetting to leave the small gift bag in the guest bathroom.

“Come here.” Before Si-eun could protest, he started rubbing his damp hair with the warm towel. “Don’t go blaming me later if you get sick.”

Si-eun, as enthusiastic and expressive as he was, surprisingly refrained from arguing.

It felt like a small victory. A reward.

“Do you live alone?” he asked a few moments later.

Seong-je didn’t miss the way the younger scanned his apartment without hiding it.

He smiled, not missing his chance to flirt shamelessly, “Why? Are you open-minded?”

Si-eun shook his head, his gaze lost somewhere in the living room, “It feels empty.”

The response he got was completely different from the annoyed, blushing hiss he’d expected.

“Ah,” was all he could say, caughted off guard, but not in a bad way. Si-eun didn’t enjoy being nosy like most people, prying into his affairs. Maybe that’s why he felt a little freedom to speak, “I guess I don’t spend enough time here for it to look lived in.” He shrugged. Seong-je’s thumbs made circles in Si-eun’s hair carefully, massaging him in a way he hoped felt nice, “My mother chose the decoration.”

Si-eun closed his eyes and hummed, his long lashes trembling against his cheekbones, staying still where he was.

Just like a kitten. Sieun allowed him to touch, and didn’t seem annoyed by it.

Seong-je kept talking.

“The last time I got a call from her, she was in Manila closing a negotiation with one of her business partners.” Seong-je made a face, not stopping to reflect on the kind of information he was sharing, “I don’t know, that was like two months ago or something like that.”

He snorted. That woman couldn’t stay still. It was like she was allergic to Korean air: she hadn’t finished one place before she was already boarding on the next plane.

“I see.” Si-eun’s voice sounded really soft when he said it, without the hidden condescension Seong-je had seen in others when they learned about his family situation, “I’m sorry.”

Seong-je couldn’t help but laugh. Si-eun was so cute when he worried.

“Why would you be sorry, newbie?”

It wasn’t that Si-eun was particularly rude or violent towards him without a proper provocation, but this situation surpassed his understanding of the information on ‘how to deal with Yeon Si-eun: a practical guide so he doesn’t stab you to the death’ that he had compiled in his mind.

Si-eun opened his eyes and looked at him with those deep, dark orbs, capable of absorbing his entire soul in a flutter of lashes.

“It must be lonely. Nobody likes to be alone all the time.”

Seong-je stayed still for a moment.

A complicated expression crossing his face, feeling like Si-eun was sharing something other than his perspective, but talking from experience.

He squeezed Si-eun’s cheeks gently between his hands, the towel hanging on his wide shoulders.

“You can be pretty sweet when you try, huh?”

Si-eun blinked, confused. Seong-je was too.

Maybe he should feel bad about his intentions, having someone so genuine in front of him… it wasn’t going to stop him from acting shamelessly, but it definitely made him think.

“I’ll show you the bathroom.” He smiled. “We need to do something about those wet clothes. I’ll bring you the outfit I ordered for the photo shoot and put your uniform in the dryer.”

Again, this could go very well or very badly. He sighed. It was a good thing Seong-je had excellent life insurance.

[...]

The sky had cleared up a bit in the living room, letting in the natural sunlight filtering through the open curtains and the large window.

In the end, he changed his mind. Giving him that thing would be too much for Si-eun, even as a joke. He had plans to keep seeing him in the near future. He just left it aside in the bathroom to retrieve it later.

Didn’t bother turning on the lighting, taking his time to set up the camera, and changing his glasses to his contact lenses to be more comfortable.

However, when thirty minutes passed, and Si-eun still hadn’t come out of the bathroom, he approached the door, puzzled.

Knock, knock. “Si-eun…?”

“Keum Seong-je,” the sound of his muffled voice on the other side made itself known, “Have you tired of living?”

He clicked his tongue. It couldn’t be that bad, could it?

“Did you try it on?”

“So you can make fun of me?” And when he said it, he sounded really annoyed. “I’m not wearing this.”

“The artistic vision of my photos depends on them,” Seong-je tried to say, quite sure he hadn’t done anything to make him mad yet.

That was the second time he had heard Yeon Si-eun curse in his life.

“Give me back my uniform.”

Seong-je exhaled, already with one hand on the doorknob. “Let me see it, okay? I’m sure it fits you well.” There was a long silence. “...Si-eun?”

Then he heard a sigh of resignation he would recognize anywhere, followed by an unintelligible mutter.

Si-eun opened the door just a few centimeters. Just enough for Seong-je to see the edge of the white shirt with the light blue collar and perfectly tied tie.

“I don’t want to hear a single word about how I look.”

Seong-je opened his mouth and frowned, then pushed the door. He had exactly two seconds to process the rest and conclude that this was definitely not what he had chosen for him.

Si-eun was wearing a gray pleated tartan skirt that fell generously over his legs—maybe a little too short—leaving a chubby strip of absolute territory exposed, where the white stockings wrapped around his golden, plump thighs began.

As much as he loved what he was seeing, this wasn’t what he had ordered. There was another long, dense silence after that.

“Mop the floor when you’re done.” Si-eun was already glaring at him with those big, dark eyes when he looked up.

Seong-je blinked, unable to stop staring, “Si-eun,” he said slowly and swallowed, his throat very, very dry, “this is definitely not what I ordered.”

It was Si-eun’s turn to frown, incipient annoyance beginning to bubble up on his face, “What do you mean?”

Seong-je took out his phone from his pocket and typed quickly until he found the chat with the supplier.

“They must have messed up the order,” Seong-je replied, moving the phone a little so Si-eun could see the screen and the payment details, including the article’s names, “because it clearly wasn’t my idea.”

In the image appeared a classic sailor outfit: navy blue shorts above the knee, a white short-sleeved shirt with a blue sailor collar, black patent leather moccasins, white socks, and a matching little round hat.

No skirts, thigh-high stockings, or feminine versions of school uniforms like the one Si-eun was wearing.

Perfectly harmless.

Si-eun looked at the screen, then looked down.

The information processing took him about three seconds before his expression went completely blank into the usual indifferent mask.

Si-eun had never looked so still, even on his best days.

It was his ears, tinged an intense pink, and his hands still gripping the hem of his skirt, that gave away his apparent indifference.

Seong-je waited.

“I see,” he said finally, carefully neutral.

He turned on his heels, and Seong-je, who had been secretly enjoying the show, reacted before the bathroom door could close between them.

“Where are you going?”

“To change.” An immediate response, somewhat flat and with a hint of doubt seeping in at the end.

The burning pink at the tips of his ears was quite tender. Seong-je had the kindness not to mention that his uniform was still in the dryer.

He clicked his tongue, shifting his weight from one foot to the other and speaking in a lighter tone.

“Aren’t you forgetting something important?”

Si-eun’s micro-expressions fell quickly as he understood the subtle implication of his words.

“Only in your wildest dreams.”

“Why not?” Seong-je tilted his head, wishing he had a cigarette between his lips. He didn’t even have a lollipop. His free hand tugged lightly at the edge of the skirt. “It looks good on you. In fact, I don’t think many people could look that good.”

Si-eun glared at him, slapping his hand away, “Not funny as you think it is.”

“And am I laughing?”

There were no more clever words in response.

“Look,” he continued, leaning in just enough that Si-eun had to decide between looking at him or staring at a fixed point over his shoulder. For once, Si-eun chose his shoulder. “This wasn’t the plan, but you’re already dressed, the camera’s ready, the light is good, and honestly…” A pause. “I don’t have Yeon Si-eun willing to pose for me every day.”

His eyes—those dark eyes that always seemed to be calculating the next three moves—locked onto him, trying to figure out the trap.

“I can make it work,” he continued, stepping back to give him space—and also to store the image of Yeon Si-eun in high resolution for personal use later. He never claimed to be better than an ordinary man, seeing ankles in the Joseon era. “If you let me.”

Si-eun’s expression navigated the territory of helplessness before he closed his eyes and resigned himself.

“Whatever,” he muttered. “I’ll uphold my end of the bet.”

Seong-je didn’t allow Si-eun time to reorganize his arguments and change his mind, taking his hand in a silent wanger.

Warm and a little stiff, Si-eun’s fingers tensed but didn’t resist, letting Seong-je guide him to the wide black leather sofa in silence.

As soon as Si-eun sat down, seems to be fighting his own private battle. He pulled at the hem of his skirt with disgust.

“Not a word.”

Seong-je raised the camera and held it between them like a peace offering.

He wasn’t all wrong, but that wasn’t the point.

Despite Seong-je giving him certain instructions for the first pose, looking at him through the lens to calibrate and not shooting yet, he had to lower it once more.

“Si-eun.” He rubbed his eyes lightly. “Let’s pause here for a moment.”

The kid looked at him with annoyance and was not particularly delighted, pulling at the fabric of his skirt.

“This isn’t going to work,” Seong-je said, setting the camera down, approaching and crouching in front of him.

“Do you think?”

Si-eun immediately leaned back on the couch and planted one of his perfect Mary Jane shoes on his chest—a gesture that, coming from anyone else, would have made him furious.

All Si-eun achieved was Seong-je wrapping his hand around his ankle.

“This isn’t an interrogation, Si-eun. Try to relax a little.”

“You have a professional camera pointing at me,” he said, flat and somehow, sarcastic, “I wonder why.”

Seong-je smiled. Si-eun’s sharp tongue when he was angry was one of his favorite things.

With more care than anyone who knew him would give him credit for, Seong-je lowered that foot from his chest and set it on the floor.

Si-eun was stubborn to the bone and wasn’t willing to give up openly, even if it was reasonable in his situation, so he had to be persuasive.

He tilted his head and winked at him, “Only the best for you,” and extended his hand, “So, will you let me?”

Sieun was giving the impression that he wanted to hit him in 20 different ways. Ways that a masochistic, crazy person would enjoy.

Someone like Seong-je.

After a long pause, he averted his eyes to a midpoint on the wall, as if the painting suddenly held invaluable interest, while, judging by his expression, he simultaneously reconsidered every decision throughout his life that had led him to this precise moment.

“...Do what you have to do. Fast.”

Seong-je took it as the permission it was.

Rising slightly on his knees, he applied gentle pressure with his thumbs on Si-eun’s shoulders, then gently tilted his torso, guiding his posture back with a flat palm between his shoulder blades until the stiffness gave way another couple of millimeters in his favor.

“Your hands,” he said, and Si-eun let him move them; one over his knee, the other resting loosely on the sofa. “Yes, like that.”

Then came the legs.

Seong-je rearranged them carefully, bending one inward, letting the other rest at a natural angle, and when his fingers accidentally brushed the inside of his knee, he had the decency not to comment on how warm his skin was.

Though he thought about it. He kept thinking about the warmth of his skin for longer than was appropriate.

Si-eun exhaled slowly, letting himself be guided with a certain docility. No longer fighting against the clothes or the space or the fact of being there.

Simply existing, resigned.

Seong-je pulled back to evaluate the framing before raising the camera. Once he was satisfied, he leaned back.

In that silence, Si-eun spoke.

“How long have you been practicing photography?”

Seong-je lowered the camera slightly.

From Si-eun’s mouth, the meaning of an innocent question changed because he never asked unnecessary things. Seong-je had spent enough time watching him to understand that.

There were no photos of people in his apartment. Just objects. Buildings. Art with references to the Joseon era. A landscape of the mountains that his mother had thought suitable.

Si-eun had had plenty of time to notice every one of those details. Which meant he had been looking, trying to see Seong-je reflected in the environment.

“I like watching people,” he replied with a certain irony, calmly raising the camera and looking at him through it. I like watching you, because I like you, was also in the tip of his tonge, “Capturing moments of someone’s life can tell you many things that even they couldn’t say about themselves. How they feel, what they think, or simply, what matters most to them. You can know it if you look carefully.”

The last hours of afternoon light came through the open curtains, the sky now clean and orange after the rain, and fell on Si-eun at that exact angle that made his golden skin look illuminated from within.

“Mm, I understand.”

Seong-je smiled to himself behind the viewfinder. He hadn’t expected a more enlightening answer anyway.

A faint blush persisted on Sieun’s cheeks and the tip of his nose, that pale pink that no makeup artist in the world could have replicated with such accuracy.

“Stay still.” he asked.

The first click was soft; Si-eun barely noticed it. Looking sideways at the lens, he looked a little intimidated and clumsy.

An image straight out of his fantasies.

Yeon Si-eun was the most photogenic person he had ever seen in his life, and he had absolutely no awareness of it.

Seong-je shot again. Click.

“Satisfied?”

Seong-je leaned slightly to the left, calibrating the angle once again.

“I don’t have one I like for my set yet,” He took another click.

Seong-je was lying because he liked anything Si-eun did.

The younger pursed his lips but didn’t argue. Seong-je took that photo too. Then, another. And another.

“Lower your chin a little.”

To his surprise, and despite having voiced his reluctance, Si-eun obeyed.

“There.” Click. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips and the praise that followed, “Perfect. Such a good boy.”

That defiant gaze wavered. His knees shifted nervously, and the natural blush on his cheeks intensified, giving someone with dark skin like him a rather healthy appearance.

Of course, Si-eun tried to hide it by turning his face to the side. At that angle, the line of his jaw stood out under the resplendent golden glow of the sun.

“Don’t treat me like that.”

“How?”

If it had been physically possible for the kid to melt into the couch, he would have already done so, and seemed affected by his words.

“Condescending.”

Oh, thought Seong-je, so that’s how it is…

Seong-je was a man on a mission. Without thinking too much about it, he tried again, just for the pleasure of watching him squirm sweetly in front of the camera.

“Let me see your face, Si-eun.”

Si-eun blinked but obeyed.

Interesting.

“Seong-je.”

“Yes, that’s it.” Seong-je let his voice become softer, more velvety ignoring the annoyance in Si-eun’s voice. “You’re so good. It comes naturally to you.”

The shutter captured the exact moment when Si-eun’s eyes darted away, uncomfortable, but his body gave in even more. As if his words were dismantling him from the inside.

“You’re doing it again.”

Seong-je felt something possessive ignite in his chest upon discovering this side of Si-eun that was so easy to intimidate.

“Yah,” he said, stepping closer, his knees touching the edge of the sofa. Determined to test a limit. “what else would I say if you’re doing a good job, princess?”

Si-eun, who usually hissed immediately upon hearing the nickname, stayed silent. His lashes fluttered. He swallowed.

Seong-je almost laughed from the excitement. So this is where things are headed.

“Spread your legs a little more and put your hands on your ankles.”

Maybe he was doing more than just pushing limits and would end up getting punched, but Seong-je liked to gamble.

He watched Si-eun hesitate, biting the inside of his cheek. One second. Two. Then, very slowly, his knees parted a couple of centimeters. It took him another moment to figure out the right way to position his hands.

“You don’t need to lie or try to convince me, I told you that I’ll do it anyways.”

That alone was enough for Seong-je to feel his blood pump south.

Si-eun had a competitive streak in everything he did and a desire to do things right.

It wasn’t a surprise that, even though he wasn’t sympathetic to the idea, he still made an effort to do it correctly.

Seong-je nodded.

“Then don’t hide from me,” he whispered, raising the camera again. “Let me see you properly, baby.”

Baby.

Si-eun seemed to tremble from head to toe. He didn’t speak again.

His hands gripped his ankles, his knuckles white, and when he looked directly into the lens, his eyes and nose became wet, as if he were about to cry.

Click. Click. Click.

Seong-je shot three times in a row.

Si-eun’s long lashes fluttered, and for a moment, Seong-je would have sworn he was trying to seduce him.

It was quite a sight.

Click.

He lowered the camera to look at him over the lens, “That one’s good.”

Si-eun’s blush deepened exactly as Seong-je had expected.

“Whatever.”

Without waiting for him to snap out of his stupor and start insulting him, Seong-je was already half on top of the sofa, helping him straighten his knees with a hand on each thigh.

“Lie down for me,” was his next request. “Arms up, just like that.”

Si-eun obeyed, somewhat confused, and followed instructions.

“Gorgeous.”

Seong-je guided him again with his hands—palm on his forearm, fingers repositioning until the pose was exactly as he saw it in his head—and stepped back far enough to see the whole picture.

The light. The dark leather sofa. Si-eun in the uniform, his white stockings, and that blush on his peach-colored cheeks that no camera would do justice to.

He was probably doomed to have a permanent erection every time he closed his eyes.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.

“Could I…” Si-eun began, with a shyness Seong-je had never heard from him, “have some water?”

And as if he were trying to kill him, his pink tongue briefly poked through the seam of his lips to lick them.

Seong-je made a noise in his throat like a choking animal.

“Of course, princess. Whatever you want.”

And he meant it. Whatever Si-eun wanted, whenever and however he wanted it.

Back with a glass of ice-cold water, Si-eun thanked him and brought the glass to those plush, soft lips, making Seong-je almost short-circuit again as he watched him catch a drop of water with his tongue before placing his mouth on the rim and starting to drink.

His adam’s apple moved up and down slowly, hypnotically. Even watching him drink water was something that made his knees weak.

Seng-je took the camera in silence and focused it.

Click.

Si-eun, who seemed to be in his own world, jumped in his seat unaware at the sound, and the glass slipped from his hands, falling onto the carpet at the foot of the sofa.

The water inevitably soaked his white shirt, making him hiss at the temperature.

“Fuck, princess. I’m sorry...”

Putting the camera aside, Seong-je picked up the glass and grabbed some napkins to help him dry off.

“It’s okay. I don’t need help...”

Si-eun tried to push him away by the shoulders, but he was already there, pressing the wipes against his chest.

“Stay still, Si-eun.” Seong-je practically lectured him, “You’re not gonna die for receiving help once.”

The thing was, the specific material of Si-eun’s shirt wasn’t exactly thick.

It was a thinner, lighter version for South Korea’s hot summers, making the fabric cling completely to his body, easily revealing the soft contours of his stomach and pectorals.

Two perfect circles of a deep rosy brown stood out slightly against the soaked fabric, and when the absorbent paper brushed against those little buttons of flesh, Si-eun gasped and trembled beneath him.

The blood rushed south between his legs. Somewhere in the back of his mind, bells rang, and a heavenly choir sang a victory song.

“I have to go,” Si-eun said, bringing both hands to the front of his chest automatically. The hem of his skirt rode up slightly with the movement. “Let’s end it here.“

Seong-je looked for the camera and raised it, seizing an opportunity.

“Give me one more.“

Through the lens, Si-eun was an involuntary work of art: the orange light of the sunset caressing his cheeks, that gray skirt wrinkled over his plump golden thighs, and his damp shirt turning transparent.

He wanted to save the image in more than just his mind.

Click.

The frame of the photo was somehow innocent: Si-eun with his arms crossed over his chest, a pout on his lips, and his gaze as sharp as a knife that didn’t make a dent in Seong-je’s confidence.

“Seong-je.” Click. “I said enough. What do you think you’re doing?”

“Having an epiphany,” Seong-je murmured, stepping forward. His knee sank into the sofa, between Si-eun’s legs, so close he could feel the heat radiating from him. “Lower your arms.” 

Si-eun didn’t obey. He glared at him with those dark, wet eyes, which seemed to want to pierce through the lens to stab him, without moving.

Seong-je extended his left hand instead.

His fingers brushed the damp edge of Si-eun’s shirt, which had come out from under his skirt.

“You’re a pervert,” Si-eun grabbed his wrist. His grip was weak. Dark, bright eyes staring fixedly at him.

“I am,” Seong-je said, pulling the edge up, exposing more skin with a sly smile in response. “And you’re going to have to use more force than this if you really wanna stop me, princess.”

Si-eun’s stomach was soft, plump, and golden like freshly harvested honey.

Click.

If he wasn’t already drooling like a broken faucet, it was only because his mouth was excessively dry.

Click. Click.

He photographed the meeting of his long, pale fingers with that warm skin. Obscene and perfect. Seong-je kept pulling up while the kid’s breathing became more unsteady and visible, paralyzed.

Just above the sternum, Si-eun’s voice broke with apprehension. “Keum Seong-je.“ He inhaled shakily, “That’s enough. Stop now.”

Seong-je knew the difference between a refusal and a refusal. “Embarrassed to show a little skin?”

Si-eun closed his eyes tightly. His lashes, long and dark, brushed against his flushed cheeks before he looked at him again.

His lips parted, “Get off.” 

Then, the shirt stopped just above his nipples. Whatever his reason for wanting to hide, it was already too late.

“Oh,” Seong-je breathed out, feeling something twist in his stomach with hunger.

Si-eun’s nipples weren’t prominent like those of the girls he’d fucked before.

The areola blended with his skin in a rosy brown tone, plump and of a pleasant size to be covered by his thumbs.

In the center, where there should have been an erect nipple, there was only a slit.

A small, shy pink cleft, in the middle of that caramel-colored circle, that seemed to hide from him.

Si-eun opened his eyes.

Dilated pupils and flushed cheeks.

“Stop…” he mumbled, “stop looking at them.”

Yeon Si-eun had puffy inverted nipples.

“Why should I?” He held his breath, waiting for him to insult him once more.

“They’re… weird,” was all he got.

Keum Seong-je just wanted to tear him to pieces so he could put him back together again.

“They’re cute,” he found himself saying immediately to Si-eun’s hesitant eyes. “You have nothing to hide. I like them.”

I like you.

That soft, plump chest was too tempting. Seong-je couldn’t stop himself. Feeling a certain curiosity, he brushed the edge of the areola with his fingertip.

Si-eun choked on his breath and immediately raised his arms to cover his face. Ashamed to the limit. The warm, velvety skin hardened under his touch almost instantly.

“Like them?” he whimpered, “Stop making fun of me, Seong-je.”

Seong-je laughed under his breath, only to press again gently and watch him squirm. His nipple barely peeked out, trying to emerge, and disappeared as soon as he withdrew his finger.

“You think I’m making fun of you when I say they’re cute?”

The kid uncovered his face and looked at him with trembling lips but said nothing, choosing to bite his lip instead.

Everything about Si-eun seemed equally adorable. Pleasant. Perfect.

Click.

At some point, he had retrieved the camera to capture that moment: Si-eun with his shirt pulled up over his chest, his inverted puffy nipples exposed, his gaze lost somewhere between shame and awkwardness.

“Cute,” he said, setting the camera aside to hold his hips between his palms, rubbing the bones with his thumbs over the fabric. “Everything about you is so fucking damn cute.”

None of those photos would ever see the light of day. They would be his own. Just like Si-eun.

“Let me show you.”

Si-eun’s stomach trembled as he knelt between his legs to plant a kiss on the corner of one of his hips.

Si-eun was all taut, delicate skin, with the perfect amount of fat on the lower part of his little belly; too soft for his own good.

His lips kissed the area just below the navel, closing slowly before letting go and repeating the action a little further to the side. Again and again.

He could feel Si-eun squirming, his thighs closing around his sides with nowhere to go. Seong-je’s nose slid along with his kisses, which became bolder as he moved up, while his hands never stopped massaging his hips.

Si-eun’s skin smelled like salted caramel. With his mouth slightly open, Seong-je nibbled lightly, neither sucking nor using his tongue. Just his hot breath, his teeth, and his kisses to tease him.

Delighted in how his breathing seemed to get stuck in his lungs whenever he kissed a particularly sensitive spot, gasping at the pressure of his warm lips around his body.

Si-eun’s pectorals were covered by a firmer layer of fat, which gave him the appearance of being in shape. Seong-je nibbled that area a little more fiercely, knowing he could handle it.

He wanted to take his time worshipping Si-eun’s body. To know him from the tips of his toes to the tender inside of his guts.

He wanted everything with greed, and he would make sure he was the first—and the only one—to have him like this.

“Seong-je.” he gasped, just as his hands came down to touch his shoulders, hesitating between pushing him away or pulling him closer as he bit the plump pectoral once more. “W-Wait, it feels weird...”

Si-eun, who seemed overstimulated by the accumulation of unfamiliar sensations he was experiencing, hiccupped sweetly.

In fact, he wasn’t even applying enough pressure for it to be considered a pinch. Si-eun was probably just overwhelmed.

All of this was new and unknown to him, and his mind was trying to figure out whether he liked it or not.

With his gaze lowered like a predator, Seong-je watched his lashes tremble, his lips opening and closing without forming words, while his adam’s apple moved and his fingers still clung to his shoulders.

Seong-je was fascinated. Without the usual wall of indifference that always protected him, Si-eun bloomed beautifully under his touch.

Just because he was a little evil, he bit him higher up, getting another delicious choked sound from him; he tried to hide it by biting his lip, but it was useless.

Seong-je was already absorbing every one of his reactions: he didn’t miss how his eyes became wet, and his nose took on a redder appearance.

“Shh.” He kissed him with a smile very, very softly, on the same spot he had mistreated. “It’s okay. I got you, baby.”

Letting go of the younger’s hips, Seong-je moved his fingertips up and down the entire length of his stomach to comfort him while continuing to kiss his chest.

Every caress made Si-eun’s skin prickle. Seong-je could see the little golden hairs standing up in their path and his abdominal muscles contracting involuntarily, as his breathing became shallower.

Si-eun’s hands didn’t leave his shoulders.

And, although he didn’t push him away, those blunt nails dug into his flesh whenever he got too close to his nipple in reflex, his knuckles white and his arms trembling.

Seong-je wondered if he could make him come just like that, just by playing with his chest and whispering in his ear.

The way Si-eun moistened his lips every time he heard a compliment, his lashes fluttering like the kiss of a thousand butterflies on his heart… told Seong-je that Si-eun was as hungry for approval as he was for contact.

“Hm, so sweet,” he purred, and Si-eun averted his face, unable to bear the weight of the gaze with which he devoured him, showing him the crimson adorning his ears and the exquisite blush traveling down his neck, “Who would’ve thought the ice princess would become so docile with a few kisses?”

Si-eun’s plaid skirt was almost completely rolled up around his lap, radiating a pleasant warmth he didn’t want to separate from, exposing more of that absolute territory.

Seong-je was no better than a dog in front of a bone.

His thighs were any man’s wet dream: plump and taut—except for the small silver stretch marks from growth in the softer parts—they barely fit into the tight school stockings, not to mention they barely fit in his palms.

When he slid his fingers along the inner side of one of those thighs, Si-eun held his breath, going rigid.

Seong-je, settled between his legs, couldn’t resist the temptation to stick his fingers between the stockings and stretch them.

The elastic made a pleasant snapping sound when released, making Si-eun shudder with a gasp and squeeze him tightly between his legs. His forgotten dick, trapped in his pants, was hard and nestled between Si-eun’s buttchecks.

“God, if only you could see yourself falling apart between my fingers,” he growled, biting again and rubbing lightly against him. “It makes me want to ruin you completely.”

Si-eun shook his head, seeming to succumb to shame. Glassy eyes and lips so swollen from biting them that Seong-je wanted to lick them.

It was a shame that from this position, he didn’t have good access to his face.

He continued to nuzzle around that brown areola, then sighed and panted with his mouth open over it, without actually touching it. Teasing him.

The warm breath on his skin had the desired effect: Si-eun, lying on the sofa, arched his back involuntarily before his tongue even touched him.

His chest offered itself up on its own, and his nipples—those little inverted buds—hardened, showing Seong-je how the skin became more sensitive and pink.

And just as his tongue finally licked the edge of the areola, Seong-je heard him sob.

“Poor little thing,” he murmured against his skin, lifting his face slightly to watch him crumble under his tongue, “I haven’t even touched you properly yet, and you’re already in such a sorry state. What can I do? Hm?”

His lips kissed the center of that plump nipple before he began to slowly lick the contour of his areola, between kiss after kiss.

With one of his hands—the one not playing with the elastic of his stocking or tracing delicate patterns over the stretch marks on the inside of his thigh—he gently traced the other inverted nipple, which, hardened by jealousy, seemed to be begging for attention.

It was a good thing Seong-je was feeling generous this afternoon.

“What will become of you…?” he said between sighs. “...when my warm mouth kisses the places no one has ever touched?”

Si-eun’s thighs trembled on either side of Seong-je, the heels of his shoes digging into his lower back.

The white stockings slipped down around his knees, and his skirt no longer covered him.

Seong-je did nothing to fix them.

Carefully, he held the contour of both nipples and, applying light pressure, wrapped his mouth around the first one, sucking.

“Mmph!”

Si-eun automatically tried to push him away, but seemed to quickly discover that he couldn’t even pull back; Seong-je was pressing him against the sofa.

Si-eun’s legs twisted as he pressed his lips over that poor, reddened little button, sucking briefly before releasing it with a soft click and starting to lick again, more slowly.

Soon, he found himself pushing again and again between sucks with circular movements, inviting the nipple to pop out.

“Ngh!” Si-eun whimpered, agitated. His fingers made their way through his hair and pulled as Seong-je used his tongue to toy with the plump, sensitive skin, simultaneously teasing the other nipple with his fingers. “Please, I—”

Seong-je wouldn’t be satisfied until he saw them coming out.

He held the nipple between his tongue and his upper palate, applying light pressure until the skin became soft and supple, not forgetting to run the tip of his tongue over the areola.

God, he knew he’d been hungry since the first time he saw him: for Si-eun, for his crying and whimpers, for anything else he could get.

However, having him like this exceeded any expectation.

Seong-je didn’t think about it much more. Separating with a loud ‘pop!’ from the swollen pectoral, he leaned in and pressed his lips to the kid’s.

Si-eun gasped. A sweet, unsuspecting sound that filtered directly into Seong-je’s bones like honey. The light pressure of their mouths together was enough for an animal growl to vibrate in his chest.

Had to restrain himself when he heard how Si-eun, after the initial surprise, let out a small, confused sound and tensed beneath him.

His lips soon pressed into a line, and his hands clenched into fists against his shoulders, pushing him weakly.

Seong-je pulled back just enough to brush his nose against Si-eun’s, feeling his warm, ragged breath. He licked his lips, tasting the remnants of his sweet, fruity mouth, something he definitely craved to taste once more.

Meeting Si-eun’s glassy, uneasy eyes, a shiver ran down his spine, reaching his heart.

Was it possible that this was his first kiss?

Seong-je gently cradled Si-eun’s cheek and traced the highest point of his cheekbone with his thumb, experiencing the warmth of his skin, “Breathe with me, princess.”

Those long lashes fluttered. Si-eun inhaled shakily and exhaled even more slowly, without moving.

Seong-je dropped small, light kisses, featherweight: on his forehead, on the corners of his eyes, on the tip of his nose, and on the corner of those velvety lips, while his hands devoutly cradled his face, tracing reassuring circles on his cheeks and inviting him to unthight.

By the time he tilted his head again, his mouth brushed against Si-eun’s in a question.

May I?

Si-eun didn’t shy away, so he dared to go a little further and gently capture that plush, spongy upper lip between his own.

Feeling it tremble against his mouth and moisten his lips little by little was more intimate than kissing him fully.

He was in no hurry. Once he caught his prey, Seong-je rarely let them go until he was satisfied.

So he took his time before letting go, sliding into his mouth to capture the slightly fleshier, juicier lower lip, running the tip of his tongue along the corners, tasting and softening the edges until he heard Si-eun let out a small sound and felt his fingers gripping Seong-je’s shoulders tightly.

“God,” he murmured against his mouth between kisses, “I’m so fucking obsessed with you.”

Kissing had always seemed like a waste of time to him; he didn’t find it as satisfying as fucking. 

However, with Si-eun, it came naturally to do it slowly and lazily, discovering what kind of reaction he could squeeze out of those lips.

Maybe it had to do with his partner’s inexperience and the shyness of his actions, igniting something deep inside him, the reason he didn’t rush him and decided to take his time.

And eventually, Si-eun’s lips gave in and parted just enough for Seong-je to slide the kiss toward the center, toward the lower lip, where that warm space was just beginning to open for him.

He moaned in satisfaction, his hands finding their home back on Si-eun’s thighs.

Guiding him with small touches, Seong-je licked the inside of his upper lip and nibbled it gently until he heard that stifled gasp he liked so much.

Taking advantage of the slight opening that had been created, he slowly introduced his tongue. He wanted to get drunk on him and savor his taste in his throat even after he left.

The sound of their breathing mixed perfectly with the wet clicks created when they met.

He caressed Si-eun’s silky palate, delving in to explore that virgin, sweet territory, circling that soft muscle without forcing it to respond.

“Such a good boy,” Seong-je whispered a praise as soon as he pulled away from his lips, kissing Si-eun’s adam’s apple, the edge of his jaw, the side of his throat. Anywhere his lips could reach, making the smaller one squirm in his arms. “You’re good. So fucking good. Everything about you is so perfect, you deserve a fucking prize.”

Si-eun had his eyes closed, his lips bright and slightly swollen, his chest rising and falling as if he had just run a marathon.

He didn’t say anything but clung to his neck and brushed his lips against Seong-je’s, as if asking for a kiss. Still shy and clumsy, he held some doubt in his movements.

Seong-je smiled against his mouth. He didn’t bother kissing him gently.

Instead, he finished wrapping his arms around him, lowered his head, and buried his mouth right above that favorite spot he had just discovered, licking deeply.

His eyelids half-closed. He enjoyed the sensation of caressing Si-eun’s small tongue with his own lazily: soft, slow, while his forgotten cock protested inside his uniform.

Seong-je’s hands, which until now had been restrained, slid down Si-eun’s thighs and slipped under his skirt, without stopping to kiss him.

Si-eun trembled against his lips and shifted, suddenly nervous, making Seong-je raise an eyebrow with renewed interest.

Seong-je’s fingers didn’t find the beginning of any underwear under that skirt. It was his turn to choke on his own breath.

His swollen lips parted with a wet click.

“Oh, baby. Fuck…”

He tangled his fingers in the rough material he found and pulled at it, tearing a gasp from Si-eun in the process, just to confirm what he had felt.

Si-eun was wearing fucking lace panties.

Perhaps the same ones he had bought that morning and left in the bathroom—thinking Si-eun wouldn’t take them when he saw what they were—clinging to his plump hips.

“Clever little thing,” he whispered, finally taking Si-eun’s dick in one of his palms and stroking it over the panties, up and down, as if measuring its length with his fingers.

It was an average size, quite pleasant to hold in his palm. Seong-je couldn’t wait to suck it. He had never sucked anyone’s dick before, but this was his princess.

Dick or not, he was sure he would like it as long as it belongs to Yeon Si-eun.

“Wait, I—”

Si-eun tried to pull away, but his hips were trapped between Seong-je’s hand and his own poorly distributed weight, unable to go anywhere.

“You’re determined to ruin me, aren’t you?”

“This…?” he whimpered, half-accepting his fate. Oh, there were so many things Seong-je wanted to do to him. “…was that also a order error?”

Seong-je let out a hoarse laugh against his neck, biting the sweaty skin before kissing it in compensation.

“No, baby,” he admitted, without a shred of shame.

The hand still resting on his ass kept playing with the elastic of his panties, rolling it around his finger only to let it go and listen to the pleasant sound as it snapped against his skin.

He wanted to tear that lace with his teeth and devour him. Lick every fold of his body until Si-eun forgot his own name and was incapable of doing anything but moan his.

“That was just for me.”

“Shameless,” Si-eun hissed, though it sounded more like a gasp than an insult.

Seong-je kissed that pout again before he could continue protesting, silencing him once more warmly and effectively.

“I don’t think you understand what kind of situation you’re in, baby,” he murmured, his hand inside those panties pausing for a moment, placing his thumb on the wet tip. “You come to my house, act innocent while letting me take photos of you hiding this under your skirt… isn’t that a provocation?”

Seong-je clicked his tongue in a disapproving tone while Si-eun began to squirm in his lap and inside his loose fist, needy.

“Anyone would swear I forced you, but aren’t you the one who’s been screaming for it?” His voice became lower, dirtier. Moving his hand languidly along that wet, sticky length, he quickly made a mess inside the panties. "Or will you say it’s not what you wanted from the start? Too shy to ask, but determined to get under my skin and inside my pants silently?”

“I didn’t…” His lips trembled, swollen, moistened, and completely kissable. Clinging to his shoulders and squeezing tightly.

“Shh,” he said, his rough palm wrapping around Si-eun’s dick and stroking it slowly. “Look at me, baby.”

Si-eun swallowed as he searched for his eyes. That adam’s apple moved visibly, and Seong-je followed the trail with his gaze, imagining putting his teeth there and tracing it with his tongue until he sucked it.

“I’m being serious right now. You’re going to have to get up and leave if you really don’t want this," he murmured, sinking his other hand into that layer of fat that made Si-eun’s body so addictive to the touch. “Because I’m not going to stop even if you cry.”

Si-eun’s forehead fell against Seong-je’s shoulder without saying anything. It was his body that had stopped resisting.

“Mm,” Seong-je whispered against his ear, feeling Si-eun’s heat filtering through the fabric of his shirt, warming his neck with his ragged breath and tickling him with his long lashes. “Good boy.”

Si-eun took a while to come back to life.

When Si-eun raised his face, his cheeks were wet from the heat radiating and overflowing from his skin. He looked lost, with his eyes clouded and mouth open. Every time Seong-je squeezed as he reached the tip, his lips pursed.

The moisture increased, and Si-eun’s hips moved weakly, seeking more friction.

Barely accelerated the rhythm, making Si-eun arch against him in a stifled gasp. His thumb pressed the slippery tip, circling the glans, and Si-eun let out another broken sound, almost a sob.

Si-eun’s skirt was completely wrinkled around his waist, the white stockings marking his plump thighs, the black lace panties soaked and twisted under Seong-je’s hand.

He couldn’t stop looking at his face.

His flushed cheeks, his half-closed eyes, his swollen and shiny lips. Every time Si-eun bit his lower lip to silence himself, Seong-je kissed him to force him to let go.

The truth was, Seong-je was a pervert of pure heart and wanted to push him to the limit using only his nipples, sucking them, leaving them red and sensitive, until Si-eun couldn’t even stand the friction without crying helplessy.

He wanted to bite him and leave bruises all over his body, so that when he was showering or dressing, he couldn’t help but get hard when he touched them and remember his mouth all over his body.

He wanted to finish on his face and paint him white, only to collect the semen and force him to suck it directly from his fingers as he sank into his hole and fucked him within an inch of his life, turning him into an exposed, delirious bundle of nerves.

He had a lot of thoughts and ideas regarding Si-eun, but deep down, he also wanted to make love to him slowly and lazily, in missionary position, looking into his eyes with their hands intertwined and all that corny stuff in between, just because it was his first time.

It was just that… he enjoyed watching him squirm and blush too much when he heard all the filth coming out of his mouth.

“It sounds like a porn plot,” he laughed under his breath, greedily kneading his ass, tracing every centimeter with his fingertips, fascinated by the way his flesh rippled like waves. “Honor student loses a bet to a local gangster and ends up being bred and used on the couch.”

Si-eun’s body was incredibly soft, rounded in all the right places. There wasn’t a single hard angle, not a single point where his fingers didn’t want to sink in and leave a trail of bruises behind.

He felt delicious on Seong-je’s cock, even through the fabric. Every little movement and nervous tension in his body sent electric shocks up his spine.

“Would you let me?” he asked, almost breathless, without stopping his torment. “Would you let me be the first?”

Si-eun gasped with difficulty, his chest rising and falling in short breaths. With his face flushed and his hands held, he stopped resisting, looking at him with teary eyes.

Seong-je quietly slid his fingers down Si-eun's stomach to his chest and gently brushed one of his nipples, still swollen from the previous treatment.

“Mmph~” Si-eun dropped his head onto his shoulder.

Seong-je smiled, hearing the sweet sound that came from those velvet lips, “Is that a yes?”

He continued tracing small circles with his fingers while running his tongue over the other nipple, slowly. Once. Then again.

He pulled away just enough to spit on it. Seong-je pressed his thumb, rubbing more firmly.

“It hurts…” Si-eun managed to say, tears accumulating in his eyes.

‘It hurts’ wasn't an answer, but his cock was so sore he didn’t point it out. Whatever mental barrier was preventing Si-eun from accepting the best sex of his life, he had to break it down now.

“I know, princess,” Seong-je cooed, as if he weren’t the one intimidating and bullying him. “I know. Come here… let me kiss you.”

Si-eun, the obedient little thing he was, raised his head to be kissed, slow and sweet, while Seong-je’s hands continued working on his chest and caressing his nipples with deceptive tenderness between his fingers.

Kissing Si-eun’s lower lip, he whispered against them, “Open your legs for me, baby.”

Si-eun obeyed, carefully parting his trembling thighs.

Seong-je took the opportunity to slide his hand between them, freeing his wet erection and pushing aside the black lace fabric, until his thumb found that intimate spot between his buttocks.

Si-eun gasped, his lips parted, and no sound came out as he seemed to assimilate the constant pressure of the sucking on his chest and the light touch on that private place.

With his face buried in his chest, still attached to one of his nipples like a child, Seong-je purred, “So empty, isn’t it a shame?”

“I—” he hiccupped, biting his lower lip. At some point, Seong-je had taken his wrists in his fist, pinning them above his head, enjoying his disorientation. “You’re being cruel on purpose.”

Si-eun was usually so rough and indifferent that seeing this side of him had Seong-je enchanted. He probably couldn’t point north even if his life depended on it, if he couldn’t handle his hands and a few kisses without confusedly whimpering.

Seong-je released his completely erect and moistened nipple with a loud ‘pop!’ The tender flesh of that bud looked abused and mistreated by his constant games, while the other still refused to come out.

He smiled. He would have time to take care of them as they deserved.

“You just have to say the magic words,” he replied, not very sure he was winning the battle in his pants, “and I’ll make you see stars.” Then, his expression became serious, and he murmured, close, very close to his face, where he could feel the vibrant heat of his breath and look into those dark orbs that would lead him straight to perdition. “I mean it, Si-eun,” he asserted, touching Si-eun’s chin to warn him and give him one last chance to refuse. “I’ll help you see the stars, the moon, and the whole fucking solar system if you want.” Upon reaching his chin, Seong-je’s fingers slid gently over Si-eun’s lower lip and stopped. “You just have to give me a chance.”

With great care, Seong-je opened his mouth slightly and let out a murmur, kissing him languidly to encourage his lips, his jaw, and everything else to relax.

It was as if he had flipped a switch: Si-eun let out a soft ‘mm’ from the back of his throat in response.

Seong-je’s arm wrapped around his waist, freeing his wrists so he could do whatever he wanted with them. Si-eun chose to place them on his shoulders. Seong-je raised an eyebrow. It didn’t matter. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. Seong-je was a little dazed, drunk on the mere thought of having Si-eun in his hands, on his lap, and being able to feel him.

He raised a hand and heard him let out a weak murmur as he parted his lips; a thin line of saliva glistened. Licked his lips temptingly with that little pink tongue peeking through the gap of his swollen mouth.

His fingers traced the contour of his lips. The sound of his breathing was an indicator of how restless he was.

When he pressed enough to brush his teeth, he crossed his gaze with Si-eun’s.

“Open,” he demanded.

Almost immediately, Si-eun stopped resisting and timidly opened that warm cavern. He pushed two fingers inside up to the first knuckle without taking his eyes off those glassy ones, captivated by the eye contact.

There was no immediate suction. Rather, Si-eun maintained an inquisitive look, as if trying to understand exactly what he was trying to achieve by putting his fingers in his mouth.

It made him smile, pressing his own tongue against the inside of his cheek with a light exhale.

“Suck them well, baby,” he said, in the same bossy, playful tone. “Wet and messy, or it’ll hurt like hell, and we don't want that, do we?”

The blush rose to Si-eun’s face, but he didn’t flinch at the challenge. He moved his tongue experimentally around them, using the tip to map the intrusion.

Soft, silky, and pleasant was the best way he could describe the sensation.

His fingers sank a little deeper, to the second knuckle, and Si-eun didn’t reject them. He just blinked, slow and feline, fluttering his lashes as he did so.

Instead, his tongue slid between his fingers and caressed the folds in the suffocating heat of his mouth. They maintained eye contact. The way his lips closed around his phalanges made him forget how to breathe.

But it was Seong-je who couldn't look away even if he wanted to. Si-eun's eyes, dark as the bottom of a well, absorbed him entirely.

Seong-je’s arm tightened around his waist, trapping him closer. He could feel every one of Si-eun's fingers on his shoulders, just barely closing.

“Quick learner,” he murmured. “I expected nothing less from you, baby.”

He sucked harder, and at one point, Seong-je pushed his fingers to the base.

Immediately, Si-eun’s throat constricted around his knuckles, and his eyes filled with tears. Teeth grazing the edge of his fist in a ragged inhale as he tried to adjust to the change.

He didn’t gag. Si-eun lacked a gag reflex.

“Fuck,” he exhaled a curse as if he were dying, and his hips moved on their own, seeking friction against the weight of Si-eun on his lap. He had been holding back for Si-eun’s sake, and it wasn’t getting any easier, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

The suction sent electricity straight to his crotch, making his erection more than painfully unbearable. Seong-je pulled his fingers out with a wet click. Another thin strand of saliva connected Si-eun’s lips to his fingertips.

The kid blinked, confused. More saliva drips carelessly down his chin. If he didn’t know him better, he would say he was offended by the interruption.

“Enough” he felt his heartbeat pulsing through his own body, alive and furious. He needed to get Si-eun off his lap, lay him down on the sofa and fuck him properly before he exploded. “I’m not going to last another second if you keep looking at me like that.”

He wasn’t going to do it on the damn couch.

Lifting Si-eun and holding his thighs under the curve of his ass, Seong-je practically strode across the living room to his bedroom.

Si-eun made an adorable little noise as he lost his center of gravity and clung to his shoulders immediately, like a cat.

Seong-je would never have acted so boldly before—or maybe he would—, but he was quickly learning that Si-eun was all hiss, no bite.

Well, some bite.

He pulled Si-eun even closer onto his lap as he sat him on the edge of the bed, caressed his thighs after taking off his shoes, and kissed him once more.

Si-eun stayed very still when his hands went up to take care of his shirt and tie. There were no words, but he didn’t open his eyes either, even though his abused lips already received him with sweetness and docility.

No condoms in the apartment—because usually the girls he fucked had protection on them—, they’d have to make do with some water-based lube.

It was just him and his hand when he was too hot to wait and even to go out.

This was his sacred place. His temple. He didn’t let anyone into his apartment, and yet here Si-eun was. Slowly falling into his bedsheets as they kissed.

Seong-je lowered his head into the crook of his neck, sucking the thin, sensitive skin, until he landed softly on Si-eun’s shoulder and gave him a playful bite that was met with a whimper.

Then, he went up again to kiss his neck more seriously. Slowly. Taking his time to be a mess and leave some love bites.

“Si-eun.” he called between kisses.

The accused barely answered with a hum.

His fingers tore at that tiny skirt and tossed the scraps of fabric aside as soon as he could get rid of the top part.

“Princess,” Seong-je said. “I just want to be clear.” 

He lifted his lips, stopping as if waiting for Si-eun’s response, but Si-eun only shuddered… and otherwise stayed still.

“I want to make sure you understand that I don’t normally do this.” He placed special emphasis on his words as he traced the curve of his ass with his fingers and grabbed a good handful, pulling a small exhale from those perfect lips. “I like to fuck and the instant gratification afterward, but that’s it. I don’t do boring missionary sex. I don’t get chessy and cuddle with other sweaty body after sex, and I certainly, don’t kiss them on the mouth.”

Then, Seong-je spoke against his ear in a lower, more persuasive tone.

“But I want all those corny things with you. In fact, I want to do things right with you, just as much as I want to possess you, dominate you, hear you begging and crying. Make you submit and give me everything.”

He paused, leaving space for Si-eun to speak while he retrieved the lube from under his pillow.

“I want to be able to hold your hand freely, take you to fucking Eunjang’s and listen about your day, Si-eun.”

Si-eun only trembled beneath him, watching with those bright eyes what he was about to do.

“We’ve been playing this game for a while with you pretending not to notice my presence around you and me me pretending not to be an idiot desperate for your attention.”

He squeezed some lube with one hand and slipped his fingers between the younger’s legs. Si-eun immediately closed his eyes. Trembling even more.

“I don’t care. You can pretend you hate me and don’t want me at all, and I thought didn’t even mind crawling to you for a little attention as long as I can feel you close, but it’s not getting any easier for me.”

His other hand slowly caressed his back one last time until it stopped between his buttocks, watching the beauty on his bed with his eyes squeezed shut.

“You know every one of my flaws, just as I know where your heart has been before all this time.” He kissed the side of his cheek and tasted the salty moisture of a tear. “I think I’ve been patient enough waiting for you to make a decision. I love you, Si-eun. Even if I don’t really know what that means because I’ve never experienced it before,” he confessed. “You’re all I see, all I think about, and I don’t plan on letting you go after this. I’m not going to hide anymore to leave you pastries at cram school, follow you on your way home, or stare at your number at night wondering how you are. I want the real thing. I want you, along with everything that comes with having you.”

Those words weighed on his chest, and for once, he felt anxious.

Si-eun’s heart wasn’t something he could possess through violence and his voice not even demanding.

Seong-je was simply desperate.

“Si-eun, look at me, okay?” he pleaded. “I’m not doing this to shame you. It’s okay to want me. I want you too, I just—”

Letting out a low dying sound, Si-eun pushed himself toward Seong-je to kiss him, meeting his lips with a long, trembling sigh.

When he finally opened his eyes, breaking the kiss, Seong-je understood. This was his answer. The hiss, the tension, and all the previous defenses had faded.

His claws were completely sheathed.

“If you already know… how I feel about you…” he gasped, breathlessly. “why don’t you shut the fuck up… and move? So annoying…”

Maybe not, but he was trying to show a little more of himself. It didn’t matter, because now, finally, that soft, vulnerable part was his.

Yeon Si-eun was his.

“Okay,” Seong-je whispered. He placed another kiss on his face. Then he gave him another long, soft kiss with a smile, licking his lips as he pulled away. “I mean, yes. Your wish is my command, baby.”

Si-eun took a deep breath trying to roll his eyes, but letting the air out with a low, helpless moan as Seong-je pushed aside the lace of his panties and touched that soft spot with his finger.

Si-eun shuddered immediately, hiding his face to one side in the sheets that his fingers clung to, his back arching.

Seong-je sank down, kissing his way back to Si-eun’s neck, his finger working slowly inside the kid’s hot interior.

This time, he let his whole body rest on Si-eun’s. He held his hip, making gentle circles. Silent for a moment.

Slid in a second finger, met with a delicious touch of resistance.

Si-eun didn’t make a sound, his stomach clenched and his toes visibly curling in his stockings.

“Relax a little more, princess,” Seong-je consoled, scissoring inside his tight hole and kissing praises all over his face. “This is going to feel so good. Trust me.”

He used his body weight to keep him in place and avoid any sudden movement that might hurt Si-eun as he patiently opened him up.

From that position, Si-eun was quite a sight for his eyes and incredibly exciting.

Captivated by him, Seong-je felt a shiver run down his spine and settle at the base of his cock with every messy little sound he milked from Si-eun’s mouth, until he couldn’t take it anymore.

His free hand slipped between them, pushed aside Si-eun’s panties to free his pretty erect dick, and gave it the lightest of strokes.

“Wait, that’s—ngh!”

He didn’t give him a chance to protest.

Seong-je curved his fingers, searching for that special spot.

Si-eun’s silky insides were deliciously tight, convulsing around those two digits exploring his warm hole. His lashes fluttered and his mouth opened without releasing any sound.

He used the thin layer of pre-cum to fuck his loose fist over Si-eun’s member, while with his lips he swallowed any other sound that might escape that little peach mouth.

“So good. Hm?” he asked, breathless. The kid whimpered silently, lips parted but not daring to let out a full moan, his tongue just barely peeking out. “Come for me, princess. It’s okay, I’m here to hold you.”

Si-eun scratched Seong-je’s still-clothed back when he added another knuckle, while finding his prostate and simply fucking him relentlessly with his fingers as he stroked his dick in his palm.

Seong-je watched the spasms run through the smaller body.

“Seong-je I—!”

Thick, milky streaks painted Si-eun’s stomach white immediately after, and especially Seong-je’s hand, which kept jerking him through his resplendent orgasm.

The hot, sticky liquid slid between his fingers until it dripped onto Si-eun’s navel and stained part of his stretched black lace panties.

Seong-je had to restrain himself from licking the pearls of semen directly off his soft stomach.

Si-eun was not in the best state.

Flushed cheeks and raw lips from biting them so much. Agitated. His bangs stuck to his forehead and his chest rose and fell, panting erratically. The skin of his cheeks glistened under the dim light coming from the hallway, like wet porcelain.

Completely wrecked.

Si-eun clung to the sheets as his body continued trembling from the aftermath of the orgasm. His toes curled inside the white stockings he still had on, and Seong-je couldn’t help but watch them tense up.

Seong-je watched with delight his blushing, tormented face from the pleasure still vibrating through his veins. Every micro-gesture—the furrow of his brows, the tremble of his lower lip—was a work of art.

“Are you okay?” he asked breathlessly, letting go of his dick to trace wet circles on the bone of his hip, encouraging him to speak. “Was it too much? How it was, hm?”

Si-eun answered with a hoarse, broken sound, “Shut… your damn mouth…”

Seong-je smiled and pulled out his fingers, considering that Si-eun’s hole was stretched enough to receive him. There was some resistance in the action.

He couldn’t hold out any longer to taste it.

“Something tells me that if you still have the energy to scold me…” he straightened up to pull off his black t-shirt in one motion with his left hand and let his pants drop to the floor along with his boxers, freeing his full, heavy cock, “…it means you’re ready.”

Si-eun looked away instantly, ears burning, and let out a slightly disgusted grunt, cheeks completely flushed.

“…Idiot.” His voice trailed off, but his tone, the blush on his chest, the slight tremble of his spent and still wet dick, said it all. “I’m… okay.”

Their bodies were already aligned, and it only took that one movement.

A thrust that made Si-eun shudder again when Seong-je’s hips met the spongy edge of his buttocks. The flesh bounced slightly, and Seong-je bit his lip watching how it trembled.

“That’s it.” Seong-je murmured, kissing him before giving him a moment. Foreheads touching, noses brushing. Warm breath mingled. Tasting the salty trace of recent tears in the corner of those lips. “So good for me, princess.”

He began leaving hickeys down Si-eun’s neck when his breathing seemed to stabilize. His caramel-and-sweat flavor made Seong-je inhale his scent deeply. Running his fingers through Si-eun’s damp hair calmly.

Seong-je let him absorb all of that into his system for a minute. Checking how his chest rose and fell more slowly, how his hands stopped gripping so tightly.

Then, he proceeded to pull out slowly and thrust down, firmly.

Without regard for thickness or the momentum of his own weight, allowing Si-eun to experience every inch of his cock—deep, completely—to the bottom of his insides.

The sensation was overwhelming: hot, wet, tight as his own fist on lonely days, but better.

“Talk to me, baby. I’m here to take care of you.” Seong-je said. Si-eun let out a muffled moan, but didn’t ask him to stop. “How do you feel?”

He looked totally overloaded just from having a cock inside him after his orgasm; all that heat and weight pressing on the right nerve endings made small spasms occur where their bodies were joined.

The kid closed his eyes, his wet lashes trembling. The tears he hadn’t shed before now gathered at the edges of his eyes, glistening. His palms stopped trying to push him away; now, they only clung to a pillow as the only anchor point.

Seong-je didn’t rush him while the initial resistance dissolved little by little.

“Relax a little…” he murmured hoarsely, savoring the sweet pressure forming at the back of his throat from the way Si-eun squeezed his cock. “I know you can take it, princess.”

With the panties pushed aside, the left stocking halfway down his knee and slipping down, swollen nipples, trembling stomach, flushed pink skin underneath, and above all… Seong-je’s cock carving its own path inside the kid… Si-eun must be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.

The image engraved itself on his retina: that plump, golden body arched against the dark sheets, a painting no artist could match.

Si-eun tremblingly spread his thighs, although his toes curled inside the stockings, the only sign of his shame.

Seong-je admired the way the light caressed the inner curve of his legs, where the skin was lighter and softer.

Where he wanted to bite to leave his mark, so that even days later Si-eun would feel it.

“That’s it… that’s it… keep your legs open for me, princess.” He didn’t ease up until Si-eun surrendered, until it was clear he understood there was no way out but to accept the pleasure given to him. His resistance crumbled minute by minute, lifting his pelvis to sink in deeper. “Let me teach you, let me make you feel good.”

Si-eun’s body finally gave in with a long, broken exhale. His arms slowly came up to wrap around Seong-je’s neck without strength, and Seong-je felt his fingers tremble against his nape.

“Always…” Si-eun licked his lips, brow furrowed and nose slightly wrinkled. Irresistible. Tears held at the edge of his bright eyes. He looked intimidated. Wronged. “biting off more than you can chew.”

Seong-je knew his furrowed brow was only for show, like a cat after a bath. He watched him with offended dignity, but stayed docile beneath the surface with his claws sheathed.

It was his eyes, however, that couldn’t hide excitement; pupils dilated, occupying almost the entire iris.

Seong-je raised an eyebrow, secretly delighted by his scolding, “I’ve never denied how greedy I am.”

Seong-je reciprocated, pushing his hips and rubbing them harder against Si-eun’s fat ass. The flesh rippled under his hands, and Seong-je squeezed his fingers, sinking into that softness.

Si-eun stopped trying to control the sounds escaping his mouth, limiting himself to burying his face in the hollow of Seong-je’s shoulder and biting it viciously.

Sharp and painful even, but Seong-je felt his teeth trembling without daring to bite down completely.

That action only made him harder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growled when he bit him again in the same spot. His insides felt fucking good: hot, wet, velvety. Si-eun sweetly clenched around his cock with a delicious pressure that made his eyes roll back in their sockets. “Please, yes.”

He kept moving slowly, gently. Si-eun let out a muffled whimper every now and then, biting the stretch of his neck as discharge until he could only press his teeth against his lower lip and try not to moan loudly.

Seong-je felt the vibration of his muffled sounds against his own throat.

It wasn’t difficult with Si-eun just because he was inexperienced. In fact, once he was sure a little more force wouldn’t hurt him, he found himself thrusting slow and deep. Without pauses. Constant.

However, it wasn’t a rhythm he could keep up forever; he had already been denying himself for a good while.

It was when Si-eun tried to touch himself that his hand wrapped around his wrists above his head.

“No,” said Seong-je, completely serene, while continuing to rock just enough not to overstimulate too much but keep him constantly on edge. “You can’t come yet, baby.”

“I—” he saw him gasp and bite his lip, confused, eyes wide. Struggling to absorb Seong-je’s thrusts. His dick moved with each thrust between their bodies, wet, soft, and neglected. The tears finally spilled, and he shook his head. “I can’t… Seong-je, I…”

“Shh.” he silenced him, holding his cheek and putting his thumb over his lips. The skin was hot, wet. He trembled even more under his finger. “You can hold on a little longer, princess,” he whispered, feeling his heartbeat so clearly as if it had risen up his throat, and the aching excitement behind his balls. “And you will.”

With great delicacy, Seong-je pulled out, holding Si-eun’s waist to slide his cock back into his body in one thrust.

To the hilt. Without hesitation.

Right into his sweet spot, hitting it firmly again and again. Focused on the obscene sound of skin on skin, wetness, Si-eun’s broken gasps, and his own grunts.

Si-eun’s legs began to tremble, a sign that he wasn't going to last much longer.

Until now, his spent dick had stayed soft after his first orgasm, but it began to fill once more.

Seong-je watched it slowly harden against his own stomach, stained white.

He kissed his mouth softly and increased the rhythm of his thrusts.

“That’s it, baby, that's it. Breathe,” he said between licks, murmuring the whole time. His tongue tasted the mix of their own saliva and Si-eun’s salty tears. He couldn’t stand it much longer either, his mind couldn’t. “You can come when I do.”

Si-eun whimpered. Letting out a small distressed sound and squeezing his cock with each moan. His insides contracted rhythmically, as if wanting to push him out and at the same time swallow him whole.

Looking too full and overwhelmed by Seong-je, who was fucking him within an inch of his life, at his roughest and most efficient, but who continued kissing him softly.

The contrast between the roughness of his hips and the tenderness of his lips was almost cruel.

And just because he was cruel and petty, he stopped for an instant.

He didn’t try to warn him or calm him. He simply wrapped his free arm around Si-eun’s waist, lowered his forehead to Si-eun’s shoulder, and waited.

Licking the sweat from the arch of his neck.

Naturally, Si-eun got restless. Thighs coming together, the flesh crushing his hips, and that sweet hole clenching.

“Seong-je,” he hiccupped. “Please, I—”

“Please what, princess?”

Si-eun whimpered, “Seong-je-yah.”

The use of his name with that familiarity, with that pleading, helpless tone, ran down his back like a lash.

“Tell me, baby. I’m here. Tell me what you want me to do, what you need,” he murmured, caressing the inside of his wrists with his thumb. “I’ll give it to you exactly how you want. You just have to ask.”

It took Si-eun a moment longer to find his words, but he did, even with his lips trembling in an inadvertent pout and his eyes cloudy, “…Don’t stop.”

“Good, that’s it. Don’t zone out,” Seong-je replied, pleased. He resumed his rhythm before Si-eun could adjust again while his silent crying turned into low, continuous moans. “Look at me. I’m here. Stay with me.”

He punctuated each phrase with a fierce thrust, pulling out almost completely and then slamming back in to the hilt.

Seong-je leaned over his neck to leave a hickey. Tasted sweet, salty, and everything else that indicated the pure essence of Si-eun.

“I love that you let me possess you like this.” Bit and then kissed again, sucking his golden skin hungrily. Seong-je lifted his head with a lip smack, leaving a red circle on Si-eun’s flesh. He lowered his glassy gaze full of ecstasy. “Touch you like this. Make love to you like this.”

Si-eun’s dick began to stand up again, to tense against his stomach as more tears rolled down his cheeks. The tip moistened, dripping onto the smooth skin of his lower belly.

“Suck,” he demanded, sliding his digit into Si-eun’s mouth. A pink tongue easily wrapped around it and began to suck. Warm everywhere, Seong-je almost forgot how to breathe. “That’s it. Isn’t this better? You don’t need to do anything, I’ll take care of you.”

This apparently gave Si-eun some confort while he fucked him long and deep, to the hilt and without extra lube.

Just the mix of his own pre-cum and the hot semen from the first come.

Their skins slapping in the room for a good while until he came inside him with an exhausted grunt and one last authoritative thrust.

Si-eun came between their stomachs, leaving a sticky, warm mess dripping alongside the old semen. White streaks slid down the curve of his weary belly.

Seong-je rested on him for a moment, completely still, barely seeming to breathe. Si-eun lay there as well, ruined, perfectly fucked and sated to the bone because of him.

He himself felt warm to the bone. Happy.

Seong-je released Si-eun’s wrists and took his face between his palms to kiss him again and again.

Little butterfly kisses.

“Good boy…” Seong-je barely lifted his lips from Si-eun’s to speak, murmuring to him with a note of absolute devotion from the back of his throat. “You were so good, baby, so perfect for me…”

He closed his eyes, allowing himself to focus completely on Si-eun’s mouth beneath his. Pleasant, soft, warm, and submissive, going back and forth lazily with their lips and tongues in reward.

Kissing his cheek, chin, neck, shoulder, and collarbone. Everything he could reach. He kissed Si-eun’s chest. His tongue licked one of those nipples and closed his lips and sucked.

Fingers immediately buried themselves in his hair and pulled hard at his scalp. The pain was sweet, and Seong-je moaned against his skin.

“No more…” Si-eun hiccupped, shaking his head. His glassy eyes opened, pleading. “I can’t…”

“Baby… princess…” coming up to calm him, he cooed softly in his ear, repeating sweet, cloying nicknames. “Si-eun, princess. Give me one more. Just one, okay?” he kissed him, persuasively. “You’ve been so good with me so far.” another kiss. “So wet and perfect, doesn’t it feel so good for you? How my cock fills your sweet hole so well, don’t you want more?” kiss. “Do it for me one last time, ‘mmkay?”

He ran his hands down Si-eun’s sides and caressed his toned legs, placing them around his waist. His thighs trembled against his ribs.

“Princess?”

Si-eun answered his tacit nod by biting his lip, helpless. With tears falling silently that Seong-je kissed one by one.

Seong-je kissed him one last time, hungrily. Just teeth and saliva. Messy. The taste was salty, sweet, pure chaos. Then he returned to a slow rhythm in their lower halves. Back and forth. Deep, shallow. Deeper. Breathless. Faster.

“I love you,” he gasped against his lips. “I love you, princess,” Seong-je growled, pushing his hips against those soft insides full of his seed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you…”

Si-eun came shortly after. Seong-je kept fucking him through the climax to the point where his cock felt raw, intentionally overstimulating past pleasure and into agony.

By the end of the afternoon, Seong-je managed to squeeze three more orgasms out of Si-eun before cleaning them up and collapsing onto fresh sheets.

Seong-je didn’t even resist when Si-eun woke up and tried to smother him with a pillow, realizing he had missed cram school because of him.

“Princess,” he said, as if he wasn’t an inch away from losing his life, “you should try smothering me with your thighs instead...”

And Si-eun hit him even harder.

Oh, Seong-je was exactly where he wanted to be.