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Jaehyun stepped off the bus in Jeonju, the humid summer air clinging to him like an old blanket he’d forgotten in the back of a closet, heavy and inescapable as the late afternoon streets buzzed with scooters weaving through traffic and vendors hollering over steaming carts of hot tteokbokki that filled the air with spicy, sweet steam. His grandparents’ hanok waited just a short walk away, but Woonhak—his childhood best friend, three years younger—had called the night before with his voice crackling eagerly over the line, insisting he stay at the flat instead because it had actual space and air conditioning, unlike the ancient fans at halmeoni’s that just pushed around hot air all night long. Jaehyun smiled to himself, remembering the scrawny kid who used to shadow him everywhere with wide eyes and endless questions.
Woonhak arrived exactly ten minutes later on his battered scooter, shoving his helmet back to shake out his messy black hair that fell into his eyes, his tall frame now looming with broad shoulders straining against his white tee and long legs in jeans that made Jaehyun crane his neck just to meet that familiar gaze.
When did he get this big? Jaehyun wondered, the surprise hitting him fresh as Woonhak hopped off and pulled him into a hug that engulfed him completely, strong arms wrapping around his shoulders while the scent of soap and street spices lingered close.
“Hyung, you finally made it. After all this time,” Woonhak said with a grin that lit up his face, pulling back but keeping one hand on Jaehyun’s arm as if reluctant to fully let go. “Sorry if I’m a little late. Traffic was completely insane out there, it felt as if every scooter in Jeonju was piling onto that one road all at once, you know how it gets.”
Jaehyun laughed easily and clapped his back, reaching up higher than he remembered needing to, then slung his duffel onto the scooter’s rack with a nod. “ Itsokay, I just arrived anyways. It’s good to see you again after so long. Now, show me this palace of yours you’ve been talking up.”
The fifteen-minute ride wound past colorful shops strung with lanterns and stray cats darting through alleys, the wind whipping against their skin until they pulled up to the second-floor concrete flat where paint flaked off the walls in the humidity, revealing two small bedrooms, a living room with a whirring fan stirring the air, and a kitchenette piled with ramyeon cups and condiment jars. Woonhak ducked under the low doorframe as he kicked off his shoes, gesturing around with a sheepish smile.
“It’s not fancy or anything like that, hyung, but it’s all mine now that I’ve graduated and got this starter job that actually pays the bills.”
Jaehyun dropped his bag by the sofa and took it all in, his eyes lingering on how Woonhak seemed to fill every corner of the space with his height and presence. “Shut up! This beats my tiny closet apartment back in Seoul any day. How are your grandparents? ”
Woonhak rummaged in the fridge and handed him a cold can of coke, their aluminum sweating instantly in the warmth as they clinked them together on the sagging sofa where Woonhak’s long legs stretched out far enough to bump Jaehyun’s thigh.
“They’re doing okay overall, grandpa’s cough flares up in this humidity sometimes, but he’s fine really, and he said to tell you hi from both of them.”
Woonhak took a sip and tilted his head curiously. “So three months here for some work thing, what’s it about exactly?”
Jaehyun explained the Busan research project briefly, animatedly explaining how the boss had put such a big responsibility on him. Woonhak just stared at him, breath catching.
"You really love this job, don't you?"
Jaehyun stopped mid-sentence and smiled, something soft and proud all at once. "Yeah. I love it. Makes moving away from you worth it." He says while laughing and bumping woonhak's shoulder.
Woonhak ducks his head and laughs silently, enjoying the easy warmth and the sound of jaehyun's laughter.
"So high school heartthrob. Do you still play football?" Jaehyun asked him with a sly smile.
“Nah, i don't get much time to go out and play. Ive switched to the gym these days, helps with the desk job slump. You still okay basketball?"
Jaehyun admitted he was dead from desk life, and old stories flowed naturally from there, street games in the rain, the time they stole persimmons from the neighbor’s tree and hid giggling in a ditch until their sides hurt, those wobbly bike lessons where Woonhak crashed into a bush and emerged laughing with leaves stuck in his hair.
On impulse, Jaehyun reached up to ruffle that messy hair just like old times, but Woonhak ducked away laughing, his cheeks flaming.
“Hyung, come on now. I’m twenty years old, not some kid anymore.” he said, whining like a kid.
Jaehyun’s smile softened, a quiet warmth in his eyes. “Maybe you’re older, but some things don’t change.”
______
The next morning, Jaehyun woke early and jogged through Hanji Park, the mist hanging low over dew-kissed grass.
Returning sweaty and breathless, he found Woonhak already up, leaning against the kitchenette counter with a steaming mug of coffee in hand.
“You really do this every day?” Woonhak asked, eyes flicking to the damp tank top clinging to Jaehyun’s chest and his shorts revealing his smooth sun-kissed thighs.
Jaehyun tossed the towel over his shoulder and shrugged. “Yeah. It helps clear my head.”
Woonhak cleared his throat and stretched, his shirt riding up to reveal a lean, toned stomach. “You should join me at the gym sometime. It’s better than running alone.”
Jaehyun looked at him thoughtfully and nodded. “Maybe I will.”
They fell into easy conversation as Woonhak shared stories about his banking job, and Jaehyun talked about the challenges of his research project. The morning sun filtered through the window, casting soft light over the cozy kitchen.
Later that evening, they cooked dinner together, the kitchen filled with the rich aroma of bubbling jjigae and sizzling vegetables. Jaehyun stood on tiptoes at the low counter, chopping steadily.
“You’ve gotten pretty good at cooking,” Jaehyun said with a teasing smile. “Not like those old days when you nearly burned the kitchen down.”
Woonhak laughed, cheeks flushed from the heat and steam. “I was only ten back then. And don't complain, you still ate every bite.”
“Obviously I did,” Jaehyun replied, “because you made it.”
He looked at him with a smile which made woonhak's traitorous heart flutter in his chest.
They ate cross-legged on the floor, backs against the sofa, bowls balanced in their laps. The TV flickered with a romantic drama, and Jaehyun nudged Woonhak as a scene played out, two characters locked in a lingering, over-the-top gaze.
“Come on, this is soooooo cheesy,” Jaehyun said, grinning. “Look at them, all that staring and longing. Like they’re about to faint.”
Woonhak’s eyes stayed on the screen, but his voice was quiet. “It’s nice sometimes, though. The way they look at each other. Like nothing else matters.”
Jaehyun glanced at Woonhak, feeling a quiet stir in his chest. “Yeah. I guess, sometimes you want to feel that way, don’t you?”
Woonhak didn’t answer right away. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, almost hesitant. “Do you think we ever looked at each other like that? Back then?”
The question hung in the air.
Jaehyun met his gaze, searching. “Maybe we were too young to know.”
Woonhak shifted closer, their knees brushing. “Or maybe we didn’t want to know.”
For a moment, neither said anything, the glow of the TV casting flickering light on their faces. Jaehyun reached out suddenly, ruffling Woonhak’s messy hair.
“Still the same,” he said, voice warm.
Woonhak ducked away, cheeks pink. “Hyung, come on. I’m not a kid anymore.”
“Maybe not,” Jaehyun said softly, “but some things don’t change kiddo.”
Kiddo, as if he was still that 10 year old looking at his hyung like he hung the moon and stars. The latter part was still correct but he wasn't a kid anymore. I frustrated him that jaehyun didn't realise this.
They settled back, the space between them charged with unspoken words.
___
The days settled into a gentle rhythm, each one folding into the next with a comforting familiarity. One evening, Woonhak suggested they head to a local barbecue spot where a few old friends were gathering. Jaehyun agreed, curious to catch up and maybe feel a little of the easy camaraderie from their youth.
At the grill, the air was thick with smoke and laughter. Woonhak, along with riwoo, was flipping meat expertly, while Sungho and Taesan argued over whose team had the better chances this season. Leehan leaned back, sipping beer, the glow of the lanterns casting shadows across their faces.
Jaehyun stood slightly apart, watching Woonhak move between the group, his easy laughter blending with the others. He had really grown up ad become someone jaehyun had to strain his neck to look up to. There was also something in the way Woonhak’s shoulders relaxed here, in the way his smile reached his eyes, that drew Jaehyun’s gaze again and again.
“Hyung, you keep spacing out. You okay?,” Woonhak said softly, nudging Jaehyun’s arm as he handed him a plate piled high with sizzling bulgogi.
Jaehyun blinked, caught. “Just watching you. You’re good at this.”
Woonhak grinned. “At what? Eating? I've always been good at that ”
This made jaehyun giggle and cover his mouth. The moonlight caught his hair. Woonhak felt impossibly fond. He wanted to pick jaehyun up and hide him from the entire world.
“Not that. I meant at being here. Like you belong.”
Woonhak shrugged, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “I’ve always belonged with these idiots.”
Jaehyun laughed and looked around at the group, their easy friendship filling the night with warmth and noise. But his eyes kept drifting back to Woonhak, the way the firelight flickered over his skin, the way his smile softened when he caught Jaehyun’s gaze.
Later, as the night deepened and the group grew louder with teasing and stories, Jaehyun found himself sitting closer to Woonhak than before. Their shoulders brushed, and Jaehyun felt the heat of the contact like a current running through him.
“Hey,” Woonhak said quietly, leaning slightly toward him. “Dongmin's been staring at you all night. I don't think he's over you yet. He really liked you back then you know."
Jaehyun was startled, "what!? I- uh, i didn't notice."
Woonhak looked at him, trying to gauge his reactions while hiding how he felt about the whole situation.
"Yeah. He even asked me if you were single. He's...a good guy, i guess. Tall, handsome. Good job."
Jaehyun looked at him, waiting for him to say more. But when he realised woonhak was done, he just nodded.
"I know. But..i don't really like him like that."
Something in woonhak's chest loosened, his breath coming easier now.
"So who is it?" He asked, still not looking at jaehyun.
"Huh?"
"Who do you like like that?"
He finally looked at him and saw jaehyun staring at him with those big eyes that shone as if they held the universe in them. His lashes framed his cheeks, which were rosy due to the heat of the bonfire and something else that he couldn't dare hope for. He was slightly tipsy which made all his features soften even more. His hair was all over the place.
Woonhak slowly raised his hand and tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. Jaehyun's cheeks turned even pinker. His breath caught.
Their moment was broken when everyone started getting up and clearing up the bottles.
"Guys, it's late. We should all go get icecream."
Jaehyun jumped back as if he was burned and cleared his throat. He got up and started helping, awkwardly rambling to riwoo about some icecream shop he likes.
Woonhak just stared, his heart doing somersaults in his chest.
______
A few days later brought another early morning at Hanji Park. Jaehyun jogged along misty paths, the air cool and fresh, birdsong weaving between the trees. Returning to the flat, he found Woonhak already up, stretching at the window.
“You’re really sticking with this,” Woonhak said, handing him a towel.
Jaehyun wiped his face, breathing hard. “It’s the only thing keeping me sane.”
Woonhak smiled, eyes warm. “Want to come to the gym with me today? I’ll show you around.”
Jaehyun hesitated, then nodded. “okay.”
At the gym, the clang of weights and steady breathing surrounded them. Woonhak guided Jaehyun through exercises, their hands brushing briefly as Woonhak adjusted his grip on the barbell.
“Careful,” Woonhak said softly, “don’t want you pulling something.”
Jaehyun looked up, meeting his gaze, feeling an unexpected thrill at the closeness. “I’m fine. Th-Thanks for looking out for me.”
The tension grew slowly but steadily.
That evening, they settled in for another night of dramas and takeout. The room glowed softly with the TV’s light, and Jaehyun found himself watching Woonhak more than the screen.
During a tender scene, Jaehyun reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from Woonhak’s face.
“Hyung…” Woonhak whispered, voice uncertain.
Jaehyun’s hand lingered, fingers warm against his skin. “Yeah?”
Woonhak swallowed, eyes searching his. “Do you think things could ever be different between us?”
The question hung heavy in the air, the unspoken promise trembling between them.
Jaehyun’s heart quickened. "Im- you know you're like a little brother to me right?"
Woonhak suddenly felt himself choking up. "Yeah. Yeah how could I forget." He got up and left the room, leaving jaehyun alone to stew in his own thoughts.
_____
They hadn't talked for a week after the incident, jaehyun deliberately leaving early for work and coming back at a time he knew woonhak would be out. He slept early, or atleast pretemded to everytime he heard the door unlocking and woonhak calling him out.
The house was quiet, the kind of heavy silence that settles after everyone else has gone to sleep. Jaehyun stood in the dim light of the living room, barefoot on the cold hardwood, a glass of water in his hand. He'd come downstairs to escape the heat of his bedroom, the restless energy that had kept him tossing for hours.
A floorboard creaked behind him.
"You're still up."
The voice was deeper due to sleep. He turned to find Woonhak standing at the foot of the stairs, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The dim light from the kitchen caught the lines of his chest, the broadness of his shoulders. Jaehyun blinked, suddenly aware of....things.
"Couldn't sleep," Jaehyun said, his voice coming out rougher than intended. He cleared his throat. "You too?"
Woonhak didn't answer. He walked closer, each step deliberate, until he stood just a few feet away. Up close, Jaehyun could see the subtle changes, the sharpening of his jaw, the slight stubble shadowing his chin, the way his hands hung at his sides, larger than Jaehyun remembered. Those hands.
"Hyung." Woonhak's voice was low, almost a whisper. "You've been avoiding me all week."
Jaehyun felt a flush creep up his neck. "I haven't been avoiding you. I've been busy."
"Busy." Woonhak's lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. "You always say that when you don't want to deal with something."
"That's not—"
"Look at me."
Jaehyun's eyes lifted involuntarily, meeting Woonhak's gaze. There was something different there too. A confidence that hadn't existed before. A hunger that made Jaehyun's stomach tighten.
"You still see me as the kid who used to follow you around, don't you?" Woonhak took another step closer. Now they were almost touching. "The one who needed you to reach the top shelf, who cried when he scraped his knee."
Jaehyun's throat went dry. "Woonhak, you're still—"
"I'm not." Woonhak's hand came up, fingers brushing against Jaehyun's cheek. The touch was featherlight, but Jaehyun flinched as if burned. "I'm not a kid anymore, hyung. And I'm tired of you pretending I am."
"You're three years younger than me," Jaehyun managed, his voice cracking. "That makes you—"
"Three years." Woonhak's thumb traced along Jaehyun's jawline, down to his chin, tilting it up. "Three years isn't shit. And I've grown. In more ways than one."
Jaehyun's breath caught. He knew what Woonhak was implying. He'd always known, in the back of his mind, the way Woonhak looked at him sometimes. But he'd dismissed it as teenage hormones, something that would fade. Except Woonhak was twenty now. A man. And the way his fingers felt against Jaehyun's skin was anything but childish.
"You should go back to bed," Jaehyun whispered, but his body didn't move. His lips parted slightly, a betrayal of his own resolve.
"Make me."
It was a challenge. A dare. And Jaehyun knew he should step away, should laugh it off and climb the stairs and lock his door. But his feet were rooted. His heart hammered against his ribs. And when Woonhak's other hand came to rest on his hip, fingers curling around the thin fabric of his t-shirt, a shiver ran through him.
"Hyung," Woonhak breathed, his mouth close enough that Jaehyun could feel the warmth of his words. "I've wanted this for so long. I've wanted you. And I know you've felt it too. I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention."
"I don't—"
"You do." Woonhak's grip tightened. "You look at my hands. You look at my shoulders."
Jaehyun's face burned. He tried to pull back, but Woonhak's hand on his hip held him steady. "That's not true."
"Liar." Woonhak's voice dropped to a murmur, almost teasing. "At the barbecue last weekend, I caught you staring for a good ten seconds. You thought I was busy grilling meat, but I saw you. You licked your lips."
"Woonhak—"
"Don't." Woonhak's thumb pressed against Jaehyun's bottom lip, parting it slightly. "Don't lie to me. Not now. Not when I'm finally brave enough to say something."
Jaehyun's eyes fluttered closed. The fight was draining out of him, replaced by something hot and unfamiliar. He felt Woonhak's fingers slide from his lip to his chin, tilting his head back further. Then a mouth descended on his.
The kiss was soft at first, almost hesitant, as if Woonhak was testing the waters. But when Jaehyun didn't pull away, it deepened. Woonhak's tongue swept against his lower lip, asking permission, and Jaehyun's mouth opened without his consent. The taste of him flooded Jaehyun's senses, warm, slightly sweet from the soda he'd had earlier, but underneath it, something purely male.
Woonhak's hands moved, one sliding into Jaehyun's hair, the other gripping his waist and pulling him closer. Their bodies pressed together, and Jaehyun felt it, the hardness straining against Woonhak's sweatpants. It pressed into his thigh, thick and insistent, and a small sound escaped Jaehyun's throat.
"See?" Woonhak murmured against his lips. "I'm not a kid anymore."
Jaehyun's hands, which had been hanging uselessly at his sides, came up to Woonhak's chest. The skin was warm, the muscle firm beneath his palms. He pushed, but it was a weak effort, more a gesture of resistance than an actual attempt to create distance.
"Your hands," Woonhak said, pulling back just enough to look down. He caught Jaehyun's wrist, turning it over, examining his fingers. "They're so small compared to mine."
He pressed his palm against Jaehyun's, spreading their fingers wide. The difference was stark. Woonhak's hand dwarfed Jaehyun's, long fingers extending past Jaehyun's tips by at least an inch. Woonhak's thumb traced along Jaehyun's knuckles, then down his palm, a slow, deliberate exploration.
"Everything about you is small," Woonhak continued, his voice low and rough. "Your hands. Your waist. Your neck." He leaned in, pressing his lips to the curve of Jaehyun's throat, feeling the pulse flutter beneath. "I could wrap my hand all the way around your throat and still have room."
Jaehyun shivered. The words should have been threatening, but they came out like a promise.
"Woonhak, we shouldn't—"
"Tell me you don't want this."
Jaehyun's mouth opened, but the words wouldn't come. He did want it. God, he wanted it. The wanting had been there for days, buried under layers of denial and guilt. But now, with Woonhak's breath hot against his skin, with the weight of that hand still pressed against his, the denial was crumbling.
Woonhak must have seen it in his eyes, because he smiled, a slow, knowing smile that made Jaehyun's stomach flip. "That's what I thought."
He stepped back, but only to take Jaehyun's hand and lead him toward the couch. Jaehyun followed, his legs moving on their own, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm. Woonhak sat down first, pulling Jaehyun down beside him, then onto his lap.
Jaehyun straddled him, his knees sinking into the cushions on either side of Woonhak's hips. The position was intimate, vulnerable. He could feel the hard length of Woonhak's cock pressing against his core through the layers of fabric.
Woonhak's hands settled on his hips, thumbs slipping beneath the hem of his shirt to stroke the bare skin of his waist. "You're so fucking pretty, hyung. Do you know that?"
Jaehyun shook his head, his face hot.
"You are." Woonhak's hands slid higher, pushing the shirt up, baring Jaehyun's stomach. "I used to jerk off thinking about you. About those lips. About the sounds you'd make if I fucked you."
"Woonhak—"
"Don't act shocked." Woonhak's eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. "You knew. You had to know. The way you always found excuses to touch me. The way you'd bend over in front of me, showing off that ass."
Jaehyun was shocked. He never thought woonhak thought of him like that. "I didn't—"
"You did." Woonhak's grip tightened, pulling Jaehyun closer. "And I loved every second of it. I loved torturing myself, knowing I couldn't have you. But now, I'm done torturing myself."
He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the center of Jaehyun's chest, then lower, trailing his lips down the dip of his sternum. Jaehyun's breath hitched. His hands came up to Woonhak's shoulders, gripping the hard muscle.
"Let me show you," Woonhak murmured against his skin. "Let me show you how much I've grown."
There was no resistance left in Jaehyun. He nodded, a small, jerky motion.
Woonhak's hands moved to the hem of Jaehyun's shirt, pulling it up and over his head. The fabric caught on Jaehyun's arms for a moment before it was tossed aside, leaving him bare from the waist up. Woonhak's eyes roamed over him, taking in the pale skin, the delicate collarbones, the small nipples that had hardened in the cool air.
"Perfect," Woonhak breathed. He leaned in, taking one of those nipples into his mouth.
Jaehyun gasped, his back arching. Woonhak's tongue circled the sensitive nub, then his teeth grazed it, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to his core. His hands tangled in Woonhak's hair, fingers curling into the dark strands.
"Ah—Woonhak—"
"Shh." Woonhak released his nipple with a wet pop, moving to the other one. "Let me take care of you, hyung."
His mouth worked Jaehyun's chest, alternating between sucking and licking, while his hands roamed lower, fingers tracing the waistband of his shorts. Jaehyun's hips bucked involuntarily, pressing his aching core against Woonhak's stomach.
"So needy," Woonhak chuckled, a low, teasing sound. "Don't worry. I'll get to it."
But he didn't rush. He took his time, kissing down Jaehyun's stomach, leaving a trail of wet warmth. His tongue dipped into Jaehyun's navel, then lower, until his mouth was hovering over his most intimate area.
"Do you want me to eat you out?" Woonhak asked, his breath hot through the fabric. "Or do you want me to finger you first? Get you ready for my cock?"
Jaehyun whimpered. The dirty talk was making his head spin. "I—I want—"
"Use your words, hyung."
"I want your fingers," Jaehyun managed. "Please."
Woonhak smiled. "Good boy."
He pulled Jaehyun's shorts down. He was already leaking. Woonhak's eyes widened slightly, his tongue wetting his lips.
"Fuck, you're pretty everywhere, aren't you?"
He thumbed Jaehyun's clit, stroking slowly, just once. Jaehyun moaned, his hips thrusting into the sensation.
"Not yet," Woonhak said, releasing him. "I want to taste you first."
He pushed Jaehyun back onto the couch, laying him down on his back. Then he knelt between his spread legs, taking in the sight of him, naked, hole clenching around nothing.
Jaehyun's pussy was wet, the lips swollen and slick. Woonhak's breath hitched. "You're already so wet for me. Did you get like this just from kissing?"
"Y-yes."
"Fuck." Woonhak lowered his head, his tongue touching Jaehyun's clit.
The sensation was electric. Jaehyun cried out, his hands flying to the couch cushions, gripping them for dear life. Woonhak's tongue circled the sensitive nub, once, twice, then he sucked it gently into his mouth. Jaehyun's hips bucked, but Woonhak's hands came up to hold them down.
"Stay still," he murmured against the wet flesh. "Let me enjoy this."
His tongue worked lower, slipping between Jaehyun's folds, tasting the wetness inside. Jaehyun's moans filled the room, high and breathy, as Woonhak ate him out like a man starving. His tongue thrust into the opening, curling against the walls, then retreated to lap at his clit again.
"Woonhak, please—please—"
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me. I need your cock."
Woonhak pulled back, his chin glistening. "Say that again."
"I need your cock, Woonhak. I need you inside me."
"That's right." Woonhak stood, shoving his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free, thick and long, the head flushed dark. It was bigger than anything Jaehyun had taken before. His mouth went dry.
"See?" Woonhak wrapped a hand around his shaft, stroking slowly. "I told you I'd grown."
Jaehyun couldn't look away. The sight of that cock, held in a hand that could span it completely, was intoxicating. "I can take it," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "I want to take it."
Woonhak leaned over him, bracing a hand beside Jaehyun's head. His other hand reached down, guiding his cock to Jaehyun's entrance. The tip pressed against the wet hole, teasing.
"Last chance to back out," Woonhak said, his eyes locked on Jaehyun's.
Jaehyun shook his head. "Fuck me."
Woonhak pushed in.
The stretch was immediate, intense. Jaehyun's body clenched around the intrusion, trying to accommodate the girth. Woonhak didn't rush, sliding in inch by inch, his jaw tight with restraint.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned. "So fucking tight around my cock."
Jaehyun's nails dug into Woonhak's back. The fullness was overwhelming, bordering on too much, but he didn't want it to stop. He wanted all of it.
When Woonhak was fully seated, he paused, giving Jaehyun time to adjust. Jaehyun's breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving.
"You okay?" Woonhak asked, his voice strained.
Jaehyun nodded. "Move."
Woonhak began to thrust, slow and deep. Each stroke dragged against Jaehyun's walls, hitting spots that made him see stars. The sound of their joining filled the room—wet, obscene, perfect.
"You feel that?" Woonhak growled, his hips picking up speed. "Feel how deep I am? How big I am inside your little pussy?"
"Yes, yes—"
"Tell me who's fucking you."
"You—Woonhak—"
"Tell me I'm not a kid anymore."
Jaehyun's eyes rolled back. "You're not a kid. You're a man—fuck—you're so big—"
"That's right." Woonhak's hand came down, wrapping around Jaehyun's throat. Not squeezing, just resting there, his fingers spanning the entire width. "Look how small your throat is in my hand."
Jaehyun whimpered. The feeling of that huge hand around his neck, the weight of Woonhak's body above him, the relentless pounding of that thick cock inside him, it was too much, not enough.
Woonhak leaned down, his mouth at Jaehyun's ear. "I'm going to fill this tight cunt with my cum. And you're going to take every drop. Understood?"
"Yes—please—please cum inside me—"
"Fuck, you're so needy." Woonhak's thrusts grew erratic, his breathing ragged. "I'm close—I'm gonna—"
He buried himself deep, his cock twitching as he came. Jaehyun felt the hot spurts flooding his insides, triggering his own climax. His body convulsed, his pussy clenching around Woonhak's cock, milking every last drop.
They lay there, tangled together, breathing hard. Woonhak's hand was still around Jaehyun's throat, but it was gentle now, stroking his pulse point.
"Still think I'm a kid?" Woonhak murmured.
Jaehyun laughed weakly. "No. Definitely not."
"Good." Woonhak pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "Because I'm planning on proving it to you again and again until you can't even think straight".
Jaehyun's eyes widened. But even as his body ached, he found himself looking forward to this new version of woonhak.