Kwon Tae-hee let out a soft sigh as he lifted the slumped body from the floor and gently seated him back on his lap.
“Let’s rest a bit, and then try again.”
In relationships like this, he had never really considered his partner’s comfort.
There hadn’t been a need—most people he’d been with were experienced, and things always flowed smoothly.
That’s why even Kwon Tae-hee found this situation unexpectedly unsettling.
“S-sorry…”
The response came late, choked with tears.
His nose had reddened, and he was still sniffling.
Waiting for his breathing to settle, Tae-hee carefully laid him down on the bed.
He placed a gentle kiss on his lips, letting the warmth soothe them both.
But as their closeness deepened, Seo Jeong-won instinctively flinched and tried to push him away.
Tae-hee gently took hold of his wrist and lightly tapped his flushed cheek.
“Don’t push me away. You should hold on instead.”
“Ha… huu…”
With tear-filled eyes, Jeong-won looked up at Tae-hee, slowly understanding his words and reaching out toward him.
He wondered—was that earlier moment not going to happen again?
Or was it going to continue?
When he’d gotten close to the other man earlier, it had felt unfamiliar.
He couldn’t compare it to anything he knew.
At first it was soft, then warm, and gradually more intense.
The sensations overwhelmed him—the unfamiliarity, the closeness, the vulnerability.
The scent, the warmth, the reactions—all were too much.
He struggled to focus.
Kwon Tae-hee noticed this and gently bit down, pulling him back to the moment.
“Mm…!”
“Do you still have space in your head for other thoughts?”
“Try to focus, okay?”
Jeong-won gave a small nod.
He wanted to stop crying, but it wasn’t easy.
He didn’t even know exactly what was making him so emotional.
“I rushed you too much.”
Tae-hee offered comforting words as he licked the corner of Jeong-won’s lips.
Jeong-won nodded faintly, unable to even say it was okay.
Everything about this—their skin touching, their closeness—felt awkward, strange, and embarrassing.
Never had Jeong-won imagined something like this would happen—with an alpha, no less, and his brother’s fiancé.
He’d always thought he’d date a girl his age—another beta—and go through the stages of love slowly and normally.
And then maybe, gradually, become physically close.
“Do you dislike it that much?”
“It’s not… it’s not that.”
“Then?”
“A girlfriend…”
Tae-hee’s expression froze at the unfamiliar word.
He pulled back slightly and looked into Jeong-won’s tear-filled eyes.
It didn’t seem possible that Jeong-won, who had been so focused on paying hospital bills, had actually had a girlfriend.
In the report Tae-hee had read, there wasn’t a single mention of his romantic life.
Had he missed something?
“Are you saying you had one?”
“No. It’s just that… I thought… if it ever happened, things like this—kissing, being intimate—would happen with someone I loved.”
“Oh, love…”
It was such a naïve answer, fitting of his innocent demeanor.
And the way he referred to a girlfriend—without even considering the possibility of a man or an alpha as a partner—felt unexpectedly frustrating.
After a brief moment of thought, Tae-hee made a suggestion.
From Jeong-won’s point of view, it might’ve made sense emotionally, but also felt completely unrealistic.
“If calling it love helps you feel more at ease, then how about this—just think of me as your girlfriend. Honestly, anyone else you’d date wouldn’t be as pretty as me, don’t you think?”
“A pretty but… kind of tall girlfriend. I guess we’re getting to know each other too, right?”
Looking at Tae-hee from this close, Jeong-won had to admit he wasn’t just pretty—he was stunning.
He evaluated Tae-hee’s appearance with objective honesty.
But calling him a “girlfriend”?
That was difficult.
Tae-hee was far too perfect in every visible way.
“Shall we try to focus again?”
“Y-yeah…”
“Stick out your tongue. I’ll take care of you.”
His calm and respectful tone made even his bold instructions sound like affectionate suggestions.
The kiss that followed was nothing like before—this one was intense and unrelenting.
The sound of it echoed in the quiet room, contrasting with Tae-hee’s graceful appearance.
Jeong-won trembled as he held onto Tae-hee’s shoulders.
The kiss overwhelmed him.
Each time was different—what they shared in the office had been light, earlier tonight was soft and uncertain, but now…
Now it was raw, too close, and far too much.
Sometimes their teeth clashed, sometimes he couldn’t even swallow the saliva in his mouth.
The stimulation was overwhelming.
His body responded despite himself, instincts surfacing.
Just as he reached out, driven by unfamiliar urges, Tae-hee noticed and smiled against his lips.
Their positions shifted in an instant.
Jeong-won now leaned back against Tae-hee’s chest, legs spread apart in vulnerable openness.
Even without looking directly, he could feel his body’s response clearly.
He tried to close his legs, but Tae-hee held him gently but firmly, keeping them open.
“Have you ever… touched yourself before?”
“N-no… never.”
The low, sticky whisper in his ear made him shiver.
“Wanna try? I’d like to watch.”
Tae-hee’s lips brushed against his ear.
His tone was still elegant and polite, but with an unmistakable authority.
“Why… why would I…”
“I told you. I want to see.”
Tae-hee pressed his lips to Jeong-won’s neck, gently licking the sensitive skin there.
His voice urged him, unrelenting.
“If I tell you to do something, you should try.”
Tae-hee locked him in with those final words, and softly bit his earlobe.
The sharp little sting made Jeong-won’s shoulder jolt.
He blinked, trying to regain focus—
Seo Jeong-won, his hands trembling, barely managed to reach out.
“Ah… huff.”
He felt like he might faint from shame.
He kept hoping that if he closed his eyes and opened them again, everything would be over — but it was only wishful thinking.
Reality refused to let him go.
His lower body was already messy with traces of arousal.
Seo Jeong-won, with cold sweat on his palms, awkwardly wrapped his hand around himself and started moving, clumsily and without rhythm.
The faster he moved, the less responsive he became.
Behind him, Kwon Tae-hee, who had been gently brushing kisses along his shoulders and neck, let out a faint click of his tongue.
“If you keep that up, even what was about to happen will just retreat.”
“I… I don’t know why this is happening…”
Seo Jeong-won was genuinely confused.
He was clearly aroused, and it felt like he would finish if touched just a little — but things weren’t going that way.
When he looked back at Kwon Tae-hee with a sniffle, despite his words, Tae-hee had a soft, satisfied smile and leaned in to kiss him.
Unsure whether to let go, Jeong-won kept his hand there until Tae-hee placed his own over it.
Encouraging him to open his lips more, Tae-hee’s kiss deepened, while his fingers skillfully started moving again, stimulating the sensitive spot.
“You’ve never done this before, have you? You grew up so… well, Jeong-won.”
“Mm… ngh.”
“If I had something this pretty on me, I’d probably touch it every day. Honestly, it even looks like it’d taste sweet.”
“Ahh…!”
The insides of his thighs twitched.
The strange, tingling sensation he hadn’t felt with his own hand flared up the moment Tae-hee touched him.
Tae-hee circled his thumb gently, moving with practiced ease.
The warmth began to flow more heavily.
“Still pink even when it deepens in color… just like your chest was. Hmm? Is it the same… everywhere? How does someone grow up with a body that’s completely pink at 21?”
The low, whispered words sent chills down his spine.
Tae-hee’s hand moved faster, and Jeong-won’s small toes stretched and curled tightly.
His slender chin lifted toward the ceiling.
His lower stomach trembled — and then, finally, a release came, quietly and intensely.
The warmth ran down his skin and Tae-hee’s hand, leaving streaks against his pale stomach.
His eyes, wide and dazed, looked nearly black.
His bitten lips, tear-lined cheeks, and damp lashes all harmonized into a picture of vulnerability.
So this is what he looks like in that moment.
Beautiful, really.
Tae-hee couldn’t look away from Seo Jeong-won, caught in the height of sensation.
“Ah… haah…”
“You smell nice.”
The soft scent that drifted between them wasn’t unpleasant, but sweet and warm.
He pressed a kiss to Jeong-won’s flushed cheek, confirming the color there — still white.
He had thought everything about him would be pink.
Even the lingering traces on his hand didn’t feel dirty.
If anything, it made him feel reluctant to let go… and grateful.