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I don’t like you being eaten away by those feelings either.
I wish you wouldn’t be like that anymore.”
“…….”
Ji-tae’s eyes wavered for a moment.
As if moved by the unexpected words, the corners of his lips twitched strangely.
“I’m grateful, Woo-joo.”
“Why.”
“But how does that suddenly lead to you saying you’re going to get inside me…?”
Ji-tae let out an awkward laugh, as if he couldn’t predict Woo-joo’s way of thinking at all.
“Then do you want to get inside me instead? In all those fantasies of yours, was I always on top?”
“…….”
Ji-tae fell silent once again.
The truth hidden in that silence was probably ‘no.’
“You imagined me underneath and now you’re acting shy?”
As if suddenly annoyed, Woo-joo grabbed Ji-tae’s collar tightly.
“Shit… Ka– Kang Woo-joo… wait! If you grab me like that right now—”
Ji-tae shook off the hand gripping him and grabbed Woo-joo’s shoulders, bending his waist forward.
It seemed like things had calmed down a bit after their conversation, but with just one touch from Woo-joo, his arousal began swelling again as if nothing had happened.
“I’m going to do it with you today.”
“Ugh… W-Woo-joo, first… your hand… just take it off for a second.”
Woo-joo tightened his grip, then started kneading the firm object.
Even through the clothes, its size was clearly noticeable—honestly, it was surprising—but holding something that twitched under his palm and radiated heat brought a strange sense of pleasure.
“You always stopped midway, saying things like you cared about me or were being considerate, even when we kissed.”
Ji-tae lifted his head as if asking how he knew.
How wouldn’t he know?
To be honest, Woo-joo had briefly wondered if he might be impotent, but someone like that wouldn’t kiss with such intensity.
And right now, there was undeniable physical proof in his hand.
“But every time, I wanted to go further.”
“…Really?”
“Yeah. But you—!”
“Ugh…!”
As if suddenly irritated, Woo-joo squeezed harder.
Ji-tae bent forward again, letting out a strained sound.
“Ha… enough with all that talk. If you can’t trust my feelings, I’ll show you like this.
And it’s not force—it’s my choice.”
Woo-joo slowly released his grip.
“I already understand how you feel now…”
“Yeah? So you’re saying we won’t do it?”
“…….”
Ji-tae flinched.
Thinking this approach worked better, Woo-joo glanced into the air before pulling off his shirt.
“Hey…”
Ji-tae wiped his face as if pleading now.
“Not doing it?”
Now it was time for the bottom half.
As Woo-joo grabbed the waistband of his loose sweatpants to pull them down, a hand shot out in front of him.
Looking at the hand that stopped him, Woo-joo clicked his tongue inwardly.
If even this didn’t work, he wondered if he’d have to strip him by force—but Ji-tae slowly moved closer.
“The pants… I’ll take them off.”
Ji-tae pressed a soft kiss to Woo-joo’s cheek.
A small sound escaped, and their gazes met in the pitch-dark room.
“You pervert.”
“Takes one to know one.”
Ji-tae chuckled and moved his hand downward.
The thin summer sweatpants slid down Woo-joo’s long legs and fell to the floor.
Along with them went the underwear Woo-joo had borrowed from Ji-tae.
“Seeing you like this, Kang Woo-joo… really…”
Ji-tae suddenly covered his mouth and lifted his upper body.
He carefully scanned Woo-joo—lying flat on the bed, completely naked—from head to toe.
“Your body is so beautiful…”
Even though he tried to cover his mouth, his voice still slipped out.
Even in the dark room, his flushed face was clearly visible, making Woo-joo chuckle.
“What? Is it very different from what you imagined?”
Woo-joo lifted himself slightly and pressed a light kiss to Ji-tae’s cheek.
The heat of his skin startled him a little.
“You take yours off too. It’s weird if I’m the only one naked.”
“Okay. I will.”
Like a puppy listening to its owner, Ji-tae grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up.
He had said Woo-joo’s body was beautiful, but if judged purely by aesthetics, Ji-tae’s body was the more striking one.
Woo-joo, being an athlete, simply had well-built muscles, but not the same elegant lines as Ji-tae.
From his broad shoulders, the gaze naturally flowed downward—arms with defined muscles, a firm chest, and abs that looked intricately carved.
As Woo-joo reached out, almost entranced, and touched his abdomen, he felt the muscles twitch.
Even as tension gathered below, Woo-joo continued to knead his stomach.
“You could do laundry on this.”
“Ah, Kang Woo-joo…”
As if growing impatient, Ji-tae grabbed the back of Woo-joo’s neck and kissed him softly.
Their lips brushed, parted, and met again repeatedly until Woo-joo was lying back on the bed and Ji-tae was straddling him.
Ji-tae gently held Woo-joo’s chin, applying slight pressure until his mouth opened.
Their tongues intertwined deeply as Ji-tae explored him, while his other hand softly stroked Woo-joo’s neck and cheek.
Then his thumb moved to lightly cover Woo-joo’s ear.
“Mm.”
Startled, Woo-joo flinched.
Ji-tae covered the other ear the same way.
With his hearing blocked, everything felt distant—like being submerged underwater.
At the same time, Ji-tae moved his tongue more intensely.
“Ha…”
Warm breath filled his mouth as the sounds of their tongues became more vivid than ever.
Woo-joo realized why Ji-tae had covered his ears.
“Won Ji-tae, mm, wait…”
It felt too raw.
Like hearing your own heartbeat underwater, every movement and sound became overwhelmingly clear.
Woo-joo tried to push him away, but his strength faded.
Ji-tae pulled back his hands and trailed his lips downward.
Nibbling and licking his skin like a playful puppy, he made Woo-joo run his fingers through his hair.
“Ah!”
A sudden sharp sensation came from his chest.
Looking down, Woo-joo saw Ji-tae lightly pinching his nipple.
“Why are you touching there?”
“I heard men can feel it sometimes.”
Ji-tae licked up to his chin and traced around the sensitive area.
“Do you feel anything?”
“I don’t know.”
Ji-tae hummed, then lowered his lips again without hesitation.
At first, it only tickled—but gradually, a strange sensation spread.
“…Ah.”
As the feeling intensified, Woo-joo’s body reacted involuntarily.
The unfamiliar sensation surprised him more than anything else.
Ji-tae grew more persistent, fascinated by the reaction.
“How cute. You feel it there.”
Just as Woo-joo was about to respond, a touch lower down silenced him.
“You’re ready. That’s good.”
Ji-tae brushed his fingers lightly, making Woo-joo swallow a sound.
“Hey, you…”
“Ugh.”
Thinking it unfair to be the only one affected, Woo-joo pressed his foot against Ji-tae in retaliation.
“Take it off. Hurry.”
Woo-joo exhaled sharply.
Ji-tae struggled briefly before finally giving in, pulling down both pants and underwear.
His disheveled hair, sculpted body, and heated expression created a striking sight.
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