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Join the Server…He didn’t hate it. He was just exhausted. Energy draining in real time. He might actually die.
“…We did way too much. I’m dying.”
“People don’t die that easily.”
“You—!”
Doyoon instantly switched to kicked-puppy face.
“It’s my birthday today. And this is my birthday present.”
Magic words.
Seunghyun’s righteous anger faltered.
Doyoon pressed his advantage.
“I’ve wanted to do this every single day since I was a kid whenever we were in the same room. I waited ten years like a monk. Even after we started dating, we couldn’t. I thought my d*ck was going to explode.”
Seunghyun went scarlet.
“D-don’t say it like that!”
Doyoon kissed him soft and coaxing.
“Then just one more time and I’ll stop. Promise.”
Seunghyun glared, suspicious, but caved anyway.
He held up one finger. “One more. That’s it.”
“Okay.”
Last round = sudden burst of energy.
Seunghyun kissed him clumsily, hands roaming everywhere, clearly trying to make Doyoon come fast so it would end.
Doyoon kept laughing into the kisses. Too cute.
Seunghyun bit his lip. “Stop laughing.”
“Yes, Hyung.”
Doyoon grabbed two handfuls of ass and helped Seunghyun ride him.
Up, down, up, down.
Five minutes later Seunghyun was slumped again, whining.
“…That’s it. We’re done…”
Doyoon had been waiting for that.
He stood up—still inside—lifting Seunghyun clean off the bed.
“HAH—!”
Seunghyun’s breath stopped.
Gravity slammed him down to the root.
He panicked, arms strangling Doyoon’s neck, legs locking around his hips.
The deeper it went, the more he clung—only making it worse.
“P-put me down—!”
“They say walking around like this feels amazing.”
“D-don’t—!”
Seunghyun pounded Doyoon’s back with his fists.
Doyoon ignored him and started strolling out of the bedroom.
Every step jostled that monster inside him—slow, teasing, maddening.
Not the brutal pounding from before, just constant, unbearable friction.
Seunghyun scratched bloody trails down Doyoon’s shoulders.
“Hnngh… stop… your birthday’s over… it’s over…”
“Don’t say cute shit like that in public, Hyung.”
Doyoon carried him to the kitchen and gently laid him on the eight-seat marble dining table.
The cold stone shocked Seunghyun’s back; he jolted—and came again, weakly spurting clear fluid.
Doyoon smiled like he was looking at the cutest thing alive.
“See? You came again. I still haven’t.”
He lazily stroked Seunghyun’s oversensitive cock.
“But I didn’t get to eat birthday cake… so I’ll eat Hyung instead.”
Seunghyun just glared with red eyes.
He knew Doyoon never liked cake anyway.
Then Doyoon grabbed his pecs like handles and slammed in.
“HRK—!”
A completely different angle—lightning pleasure-pain.
The table creaked dangerously under the force.
Seunghyun shook his head frantically.
“N-not here— this is wrong— bedroom—!”
“I said I’m eating Hyung, not cake.”
Doyoon looked a little insane.
Seunghyun felt terrified and horribly turned on.
The table rocked, legs screeching against the floor.
Obscene squelching filled the open kitchen.
Seunghyun sobbed, “N-not here— please— feels weird—!”
“You say ‘weird’ every time it feels good.”
He wasn’t wrong.
Seunghyun felt like actual food being devoured on the dining table.
“Then… bedroom… please…”
“Okay. One here, one in bed.”
“Uh-huh…”
He was nodding to anything now.
Every thrust felt like electroshock from his toes to his brain.
Doing this in the open felt dangerous, exposed, filthy.
Doyoon paused to admire the view: Seunghyun spread out on the marble, legs wide, crying, stomach bulging faintly.
He leaned down and licked tears off Seunghyun’s jaw like cream.
Today he learned something new about himself.
The more Seunghyun cried, the harder he got.
Seunghyun’s voice was mush.
“Stop iiiit…”
So begging only made it worse.
Doyoon murmured, dead serious, “You’re even prettier than in my dreams.”
A few minutes later Seunghyun came again—shaking, ruined.
Doyoon chuckled darkly.
“Looks like you love the table. Should we do the living room next? Or the balcony? City lights and everything.”
Seunghyun couldn’t even form words anymore.
The marble had warmed under him.
Doyoon finally groaned, pulled out, tied off the overflowing condom, and tossed it.
Seunghyun lay there, legs still open, trembling, unable to move.
Doyoon gathered him up bridal-style and carried him back to bed.
The second Seunghyun’s head hit the pillow, he managed one furious sentence.
“You’re… not… human…”
“I’m totally average.”
“Liar…”
Doyoon spread his legs again to prove his point.
Then noticed the nightstand was out of condoms.
He frowned.
In that two-second pause, Seunghyun’s head lolled, eyes closed, passed out cold.
Doyoon actually whined.
“…Aw, man…”
He crawled in beside him, hugged him tight, and decided to order restorative tonic soup tomorrow.
Heart still racing, grin still plastered on his face.
Best birthday of his life.
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