Muheon willingly accepted the small body that collided with him, his muscles flexing instinctively to cushion the impact.
A grunt, deep and satisfied, rumbled in his chest, a sound that only Hakyung seemed capable of eliciting.
The sensation of Hakyung’s soft palm pressing against his bare skin sent an electric current of pleasure through him, so intense that a slow, almost feral grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Insanely good.”
The thought echoed in his mind, primal and unrestrained, a testament to the sheer, unadulterated pleasure coursing through his veins.
The warmth of Hakyung’s touch, the delicate pressure of his fingers trembling slightly against Muheon’s abdomen—it was maddening in the most exquisite way.
A low hum of satisfaction vibrated deep in Muheon’s chest, and he had to bite back the urge to laugh outright, a booming, triumphant sound that would shatter the intimate quiet of the moment.
He hadn’t expected such a simple, innocent touch to unravel him this much, to strip away his carefully constructed composure with such effortless ease.
Hakyung, who had been lavishing attention on Muheon’s upper body with a surgeon’s focus, shifted his weight off the thigh he’d been straddling, a small, involuntary sigh escaping his lips.
His own body was screaming for a release it hadn’t yet received.
His lips, still glistening from their earlier, fervent kiss, parted slightly as he exhaled, his breath uneven, ragged.
The inside of his mouth, once slick and warm from Muheon’s tongue, now felt parched, a desperate thirst building.
His pulse thrummed in his throat as if begging for more, a frantic beat mirroring the rhythm of Muheon’s own accelerated heart.
His gaze flickered downward, drawn like a magnet to the deliberate movement of Muheon’s hands, the strong, capable fingers that had been exploring his every curve.
Every shift of muscle, every deliberate motion of Muheon’s powerful frame was hypnotic, a silent invitation to lose himself completely.
Hakyung’s own arousal pressed insistently against the fabric of his briefs, a taut, aching pressure that refused to be ignored.
His body reacted shamelessly, shamelessly, to the mere sight of the man before him, to the potent scent of his skin, to the silent promise of what was to come.
Muheon’s fingers paused, hovering with deliberate slowness just above the waistband of his underwear.
The anticipation, already a searing fire in Hakyung’s gut, intensified, becoming almost unbearable.
It was torture, exquisite and prolonging, drawing out every ounce of sensation.
“What do you want to do about the underwear?”
The question, casual in its delivery, held an immense weight, a silent challenge that made Hakyung’s breath hitch in his throat.
His eyes darted up, meeting Muheon’s darkened gaze, the depths of which held a burning intensity that mirrored his own desire.
Without realizing it, he had leaned so close that his nose nearly brushed against the man’s lower stomach, inhaling the intoxicating musk that clung to Muheon’s skin.
The proximity sent a fresh jolt of heat through him, a searing wave that left him breathless.
He swallowed hard, a dry, audible click in the sudden silence, his fingers twitching with the primal, undeniable need to touch, to explore, to claim.
“I-I’ll take it off!”
The words tumbled out in a rush, a frantic, almost desperate confession, his voice embarrassingly eager, laced with a raw hunger he couldn’t hide.
Muheon’s lips quivered, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face.
“Alright.”
Just like that?
Hakyung’s heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the cage of his chest.
All this time, he’d been agonizing over this exact moment, over the mystery Muheon had kept hidden so carefully, so tantalizingly out of reach.
And now, with nothing more than a simple “alright,” he was being given permission, an unspoken invitation to delve into the deepest secrets of Muheon’s body.
A complex mix of frustration and exhilaration surged through him.
Frustrating, because Muheon had made him wait, had teased him with veiled glances and suggestive touches.
Annoying, because the ease with which Muheon surrendered felt almost unfair after Hakyung’s own internal turmoil.
Unfair, that such immense anticipation could be resolved with such a casual pronouncement.
But none of that mattered now.
The only thing that mattered was the present moment, the raw, undeniable connection between them.
With trembling fingers, Hakyung hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Muheon’s briefs, his pulse roaring in his ears, a deafening crescendo that drowned out all other thoughts.
Just one layer—one final barrier—and he would see everything, would finally uncover the truth that Muheon had so carefully guarded.
The thought alone made his skin prickle with an almost unbearable anticipation, a shivering excitement that ran through his entire body.
He tugged carefully, slowly, the fabric sliding down with a whisper of friction against Muheon’s skin, a sound that heightened the tension in the room.
Then.
“Uh…?”
Hakyung blinked.
Once.
Twice.
His brain stuttered to a halt, struggling to process the visual information flooding his senses.
Smooth, flawless skin greeted him, pale as moonlight and utterly hairless.
Not a single strand of hair marred the expansive, pristine landscape of Muheon’s lower stomach.
The skin was so unblemished, so pristine, it almost glowed in the soft light of the room.
Hakyung’s fingers hovered uncertainty, his mind scrambling for an explanation.
Does he… wax?
Or is this just how he is?
The thought was fleeting, quickly overtaken by sheer, unadulterated curiosity that burned hotter than any question about grooming habits.
He tugged the underwear down further, his breath catching in his throat as more was revealed—
And then he froze.
His hands stilled, muscles locking.
His lungs locked, too, refusing to draw breath.
Because nestled between Muheon’s powerful thighs were two thick, half-hard cocks, each one already flushed with arousal, straining against the confines of Muheon’s relaxed posture.
Hakyung’s mouth went dry, a sudden, overwhelming aridity that made his tongue stick to the roof of his mouth.
For a long, suspended moment, he could only stare, his mind refusing to process what his eyes were seeing.
Two.
Not one.
Two.
His fingers twitched, the instinct to touch, to confirm, to explore, overwhelming all other sensations.
Slowly, as if moving through thick water, he reached out, his palms hovering just above Muheon’s twin lengths, a silent offering.
Then—hesitantly—he wrapped a hand around each one, his thumbs stroking the soft, warm skin.
The moment his fingers made contact, a shudder ran through him, a deep, resonant vibration that echoed through his own body.
They were hot, far hotter than he’d expected, the skin velvety smooth beneath his fingertips.
And as he experimentally stroked upward, his fingers exploring the rigid length, he felt them twitch in his grasp, thickening further, engorging with blood, responding eagerly to his touch.
“Oh my god…”
The whisper slipped out before he could stop it, a choked gasp of pure astonishment and burgeoning desire.|
His head snapped up, worried he’d offended Muheon, worried he’d said something wrong.
But instead of anger or discomfort, the man’s expression was one of quiet amusement, a subtle curl at the corner of his lips, a twinkle in his dark eyes.
“Were you surprised?”
Muheon asked, his voice was laced with something dangerously close to fondness, a tender indulgence that made Hakyung’s heart thump.
Hakyung’s cheeks burned a furious red.
“Of course I was! Wouldn’t you be surprised if I had two dicks, boss?”
Muheon considered this for a moment, his gaze trailing down Hakyung’s body in a slow, possessive sweep that made his stomach flip, a jolt of heat spreading through him.
“If you had two, I’d be very happy.”
The implication, direct and unapologetic, sent a bolt of heat straight to Hakyung’s groin, a sharp ache of yearning.
He squeezed Muheon’s cocks reflexively, a sudden, almost involuntary tightening of his grip, earning a low groan from Muheon that went straight to his own aching length, a delicious throb that promised satisfaction.
“So, boss… was this the big secret?”
Hakyung tilted his head, his initial shock quickly giving way to an insatiable curiosity.
“You don’t have anything more hidden somewhere, do you?”
He leaned in, inspecting Muheon’s lower half with exaggerated scrutiny, his nose nearly brushing against the man’s hip bone.
The scent of him—musky and intoxicating—filled Hakyung’s senses, a primal aroma that left him lightheaded.
He had to fight the overwhelming urge to press his face against the warm skin, to bury himself in Muheon’s scent.
Muheon chuckled, the sound deep and rich, vibrating through the space between them.
“If I did?”
Hakyung’s eyes widened.
“Seriously?”
For a brief, heart-stopping second, he actually considered the possibility, his mind reeling with the implications.
Then, with a huff, he shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips.
“No, no way. That’s impossible.”
Muheon’s smirk deepened, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Maybe.”
Hakyung groaned, a sound of mock exasperation, but his fingers never stopped moving, stroking Muheon’s lengths with growing confidence, each stroke more deliberate, more knowing.
“You’re infuriating.”
“And yet,” Muheon murmured, his voice dropping to a rough whisper, a low, husky rumble that sent shivers down Hakyung’s spine, “you’re still touching me.”
Hakyung’s breath hitched, a sharp intake of air.
Because it was true.
He was touching him.
And he didn’t want to stop.
The realization sent a fresh wave of heat through him, a surge of desire so potent it threatened to consume him whole.
His own cock throbbed, neglected and aching, a desperate pulse against the fabric of his briefs, but he couldn’t bring himself to care—not when Muheon was like this, not when he was finally seeing him, feeling him, after so much anticipation, so much wondering.
“Boss,” he breathed, his voice barely audible, a fragile whisper that carried all the weight of his longing.
“Can I…?”
He didn’t finish the question, and didn’t need to.
Muheon understood.
A slow nod.
Permission granted.
Hakyung’s pulse skyrocketed, a dizzying ascent into pure, unadulterated pleasure.
He leaned in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the base of one cock, then the other, a reverent salute to the unexpected gifts.
The taste of salt and skin burst across his tongue, a primal flavor that ignited every nerve ending.
He moaned softly, a sound of deep satisfaction, his fingers tightening their grip, feeling the subtle shift and hardening beneath his touch.
Muheon’s breath stuttered above him, a sharp, ragged gasp that spurred Hakyung on.
Encouraged, Hakyung licked a slow, teasing stripe up one length, then the other, savoring the way Muheon’s muscles tensed beneath his touch, the way his body arched instinctively.
“Hakyung.”
The way Muheon said his name—rough, strained, needy—sent a thrill down his spine, a delicious shiver that promised impending ecstasy.
He grinned up at him, mischief dancing in his eyes, a glint of playful defiance.
“Yeah, boss?”
Muheon’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to make Hakyung gasp, a small, choked sound.
“More.”
And Hakyung was more than happy to obey.
He was more than happy to give Muheon everything he desired, and to take everything Muheon was offering in return.
The night was just beginning.
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