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“…I thought you were sick of me.”
Seunghyun blinked. “…Why the hell would I be sick of you?”
“Every time I touch you… you flinch. You don’t seem to like it.”
“I didn’t flinch! I loved it! I was really into it earlier!”
Seunghyun, completely flabbergasted, blurted out things he’d never normally admit. But Doyoon wasn’t backing down.
“Every time we got close to going all the way, your face changed. I knew. I knew you were just holding back because you felt bad for me… because you pity me…”
Ever since that night on the beach when Seunghyun slipped the ring on his finger, joy and terror had been fighting inside Doyoon. What if one day he wakes up and realizes he doesn’t want me anymore? What if he sees how dark my love really is? Every failed attempt at full s*x had only fed that fear until it swallowed him whole.
“…You were forcing yourself even though you didn’t want it…”
Seunghyun’s face turned redder and redder.
“So you think I just strip and jerk off anyone I feel sorry for?! Is that the kind of lunatic you think I am?!”
“…Huh?”
Doyoon’s tears stopped mid-flow. It was the first time Seunghyun had ever sworn at him.
Seunghyun, crimson to the tips of his ears, suddenly bellowed like he’d reached the summit of Everest:
“That’s why I was gonna do it today! For your birthday—!”
Doyoon’s brain had already short-circuited from shock. He stammered, “…Do what…?”
Seunghyun looked like he was choking, then clenched his teeth and whispered in the tiniest voice known to man:
“Me…”
Silence. The kind that rings in your ears.
“…Come again?”
“I said… today… your birthday present…”
“Speak up.”
“ME!”
Seunghyun swayed like he was about to faint, shoved Doyoon away, and yanked something out of one of the open closets.
A massive, baby-pink bow headband—the kind little girls wear to parties, except this one was comically huge, like a grand-opening floral ribbon.
He slapped it on his head, squeezed his eyes shut, and screamed:
“Your birthday present is ME! I was getting ready for YOU!”
…
clatter
The dildo slipped from Doyoon’s limp hand and hit the floor.
Seunghyun cracked one eye open.
Doyoon was staring at him like he’d been possessed.
Instant regret hit Seunghyun like a truck.
This is why you don’t do cringey shit you’ve never done before…
He started backing away.
Then Doyoon strode forward, cupped Seunghyun’s face with both huge hands, and scanned him from the ridiculous bow down to his bare legs under the white shirt.
His voice shook. “You… prepared yourself… as my birthday present?”
He swallowed so loudly it echoed.
Seunghyun didn’t know it, but he’d just poured gasoline on the dying embers in Doyoon’s mind and lit a whole new fire.
Doyoon’s gaze swept the room again—flowers, balloons, everything. If Seunghyun was the gift, then all of this was for him.
His eyes zeroed in on the nightstand.
“…So that di— that thing earlier—”
He bit his tongue trying to stay calm.
Seunghyun looked away, voice barely audible. “…I was gonna practice before you got home…”
Sparks exploded in Doyoon’s eyes.
He grabbed Seunghyun’s shoulders. “Did you? Did it work?”
“What do you mean ‘work’?! You barged in and ruined everything!”
“Oh.”
Thank you, God I don’t even believe in.
Thank f*ck he hadn’t texted he was coming home early. Thank f*ck Seunghee had freed his tomorrow. If he’d been five minutes later, Seunghyun might have “succeeded.”
Doyoon pushed him down onto the bed—hard.
The cheap ribbon headband flew off and landed somewhere on the floor.
Doyoon’s face was dead serious.
“You practice with me from now on. Only me. I’ll never disappoint you.”
He pointed at the fallen dildo.
“Throw that useless thing away. Nothing compares to what I’m about to do to you.”
Seunghyun, pinned under 193 cm of pure intensity, squeaked, “You haven’t even tried it yet, how do you know which is bet—”
He never finished.
Doyoon crashed into him, kissing him like he wanted to devour his soul.
His suit pants were already straining to the point of pain.
When they finally broke apart—wet, obscene sound echoing—Doyoon stared down, eyes glassy.
“I’m so happy… This is the best birthday ever. I didn’t know you wanted me this much.”
He grabbed Seunghyun’s hand and pressed it to his chest. His heart was trying to punch its way out.
It’s not that I wanted it, I just wanted to make you happy…
But seeing Doyoon this overjoyed, Seunghyun’s own heart softened.
“…You okay? You’re not gonna pass out, right?”
Doyoon didn’t answer.
He kissed him again, ripped the white shirt off in one motion, then fought with the tight black briefs that refused to slide over Seunghyun’s ass.
Seunghyun—mortified but cooperative—lifted his hips to help.
That tiny act of permission made Doyoon’s vision white out.
He caressed every inch of exposed skin, then twisted a nipple gently.
“Nngh—!”
Seunghyun shuddered between their tangled tongues.
Doyoon rolled the hard peak under his thumb, then took it into his mouth and sucked hard.
Seunghyun tried to push his head away—then gave up, fingers falling limp.
Two long, slick fingers slid inside without warning.
Seunghyun’s eyes widened, body tensing.
Doyoon whispered, low and velvet, “Doesn’t hurt yet, right? Just a little longer.”
It sounded gentle, but the heat underneath was unmistakable—like he already knew Seunghyun would be fine, and even if he wasn’t, it wouldn’t matter.
Seunghyun barely managed a shaky, “…Y-yeah…”
Then those fingers started moving—slow at first, then faster, scissoring, curling.
Obscene wet sounds filled the room.
Seunghyun’s face burned.
Suddenly the fingers were gone—then Doyoon grabbed behind his knees, spread him wide, and buried his face between his legs.
“W-wait—don’t—!”
Doyoon ignored him completely.
His tongue pushed inside, hot and soft and relentless.
Seunghyun’s thighs trembled uncontrollably. He slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the sounds.
He never let Doyoon do this—too embarrassing.
Today was the first time Doyoon didn’t listen.
The sensation was overwhelming—like being claimed by something alien and perfect. Wanting to melt into it and run away at the same time.
Seunghyun whimpered behind his hand, voice cracking, “Don’t lick there… it’s dirty…!”
Doyoon pulled back with an exaggerated, lewd slurp, licked his shiny lips, and grinned.
“Tastes like strawberry… So cute.”
“I didn’t put it there for you to eat—!”
“Then why did you?”
Doyoon’s teasing smile made Seunghyun’s entire body ignite with shame.
Because… because I was getting ready for you…
He couldn’t say it out loud. He just slammed his mouth shut, face exploding red.
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Dude they are so cute