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Love, they discovered, was not something that happened all at once.
It happened in inches.
In the space between two hands before they finally reached for one another.
In the second longer that a hug lasted.
In the way a goodbye slowly stopped feeling like the end of the day and began feeling like the promise of another.
Perhaps that was why their love never frightened them.
It never demanded leaps.
Only small, patient steps.
Their first kiss had been almost laughably short. Keonho still thought about it sometimes. Mostly because Juhoon never let him forget.
"You pulled away first."
"I panicked."
"You kissed me and then apologized." Juhoon smiled over the rim of his coffee. "...Who apologizes after kissing their boyfriend?"
"I wasn't apologizing for kissing you." Keonho sticked his index finger up to try and prove a point.
"No?"
"I was apologizing because I accidentally bumped your nose."
Juhoon laughed. "It did hurt."
"I thought I ruined the moment." The younger inhaled deep then sighed loudly.
"You made it memorable."
"I'll take that."
The second kiss happened three days later.
They had just finished practice and everyone else had already gone downstairs.
Studio 132 had finally grown quiet. Sunlight filtered through the mirrored room in long, golden lines, catching the dust floating lazily in the air.
Juhoon sat on the floor, exhausted, stretching one leg while flipping absentmindedly through his choreography notebook.
Keonho watched him for a while.
"You know..."
"Hm?"
"I've been thinking."
Juhoon didn't even look up.
"You’re always thinking."
Keonho only laughed softly before walking over.
This time, there were no dramatic speeches. No nervous countdowns inside his head. He simply crouched beside Juhoon.
"Can I?"
Juhoon closed the notebook.
"You still ask."
"And I always will."
A smile.
"I like that."
Keonho leaned in. Their lips met gently.
Neither hurried.
Neither tried to make the moment bigger than it was.
When they pulled away, Juhoon rested his forehead lightly against Keonho's.
"...Much better."
"I didn't hit your nose this time." Keonho grinned sheepishly.
"You've improved."
"I've been practicing."
Juhoon paused for a while. "In your head?"
"...Maybe."
The first time Juhoon initiated a kiss surprised them both.
It happened after one of Keonho's evaluations.
The younger had spent the entire day worrying, convinced he had forgotten half the choreography. He talked almost nonstop on the walk home.
"I definitely messed up the bridge."
"You didn't."
"I did."
"You were on count."
"I was emotionally off count."
Juhoon laughed.
"You make no sense."
"I've never claimed to."
When they reached the familiar gingko tree, Keonho finally stopped talking.
"...Sorry."
"For what?"
"I've been complaining for twenty minutes." Keonho groaned. "I'm exhausting."
Juhoon looked at him for a long moment.
Then, before Keonho could start another apology—
He stepped forward. Lifted one hand to Keonho's cheek.
And kissed him.
Softly.
Briefly.
Just enough to interrupt every unnecessary thought.
When he pulled away, Keonho stood perfectly still.
"...Hyung."
Keonho blinked several times.
"...I liked that."
The younger boy smiled brightly, as if all the burden he carried awhile ago vanished into thin air.
"I know."
"How?"
"You stopped talking."
Affection, they learned, had its own rhythm. One that no dance instructor could teach.
Sometimes it looked like fingers brushing together while waiting for the elevator.
Sometimes it was Keonho quietly resting his chin on Juhoon's shoulder while they watched choreography videos.
Sometimes it was Juhoon absentmindedly fixing the collar of Keonho's hoodie before they left the building.
None of it felt rehearsed.
Only familiar.
Months passed.
Nothing between them became dramatic.
Only easier.
The pauses before reaching for each other's hands disappeared.
Goodbye hugs naturally lingered a little longer than before.
When one of them laughed too hard, the other instinctively leaned closer.
When one of them had a difficult day, comfort no longer needed to be explained.
One afternoon, after another long rehearsal, they sat together on the edge of Keonho’s bed.
The city glimmered outside the windows.
Neither had much energy left.
Keonho rested his head against Juhoon's shoulder. "...Can I stay like this, hyung?"
Juhoon answered by gently leaning his own head against Keonho's.
"No need to ask.”
The younger smiled into the quiet.
"You know..."
"Hm?"
"I used to think love had to feel overwhelming."
"And now?"
Keonho looked out over the lights scattered across Seoul. "...I think it's supposed to feel like coming home."
Juhoon intertwined their fingers.
Not because anyone was watching.
Not because it was a special occasion.
Simply because his hand had been empty.
"...I think so too."
Outside, the city continued moving without pause.
Cars hurried home.
Streetlights flickered on.
People rushed toward tomorrow.
But for a little while longer, they stayed where they were.
Shoulder against shoulder.
Hand in hand.
Keonho lifted Juhoon's intertwined hand to his lips.
He pressed a gentle kiss against his knuckles.
Then another to his wrist.
Another along the inside of his forearm.
Slowly.
Patiently.
As though he wanted Juhoon to feel every unspoken affection that words had never been enough to hold.
The trail of featherlight kisses continued until they reached the curve of Juhoon's neck.
Juhoon's breath caught.
His eyes fluttered shut almost instinctively, his head tilting to the side as if his body had already decided to trust the younger boy before his mind could catch up.
"...Hyung."
"Mhm?"
Keonho stopped.
He remained close enough for Juhoon to feel his breath, but he didn't move any farther.
"Is this... okay?"
Juhoon's eyes opened just enough to meet his.
There was no hesitation in them.
Only warmth.
Instead of answering, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against Keonho's.
Once.
Twice.
A third time.
Each kiss lingering a little longer than the last, carrying a quiet answer that words could never have expressed.
Keonho smiled against his lips.
"Is this okay, hyung?" he asked again, his voice barely above a whisper.
Juhoon blinked at him, cheeks gradually blooming pink.
"You already know my answer."
"I want to hear it anyway."
Keonho's gaze never wavered.
"I know you want this... but I never want to assume. If you're not ready, we stop. That's all."
For a long moment, Juhoon simply looked at him.
The tenderness in Keonho's eyes unraveled every lingering nervous thought.
A small smile curved across his lips.
"...Yes."
The single word settled between them like a promise.
Keonho exhaled softly, as though he had been holding his breath the entire time.
"Thank you."
Keonho broke their intertwined hands then traveled his fingertips along Juhoon’s clothed chest down to his lower stomach.
Caressing softly until the older boy’s breath started to falter.
As if the tip of his fingers carried an electric current that shocked Juhoon in the slightest bit. Enough to produce low sounds against his mouth as their lips slowly collided once more.
This was all new to Keonho.
He did do some research on how two guys can possibly do it.
But he didn’t expect that it will be this nerve-wracking in person.
Just seeing Juhoon’s chest heave up and down made the bulge inside his pants twitch.
Their kiss began slow.
Slow turned messy quickly.
Keonho guided the older backwards against the bed with slow confidence until he was half-pinned beneath him, trapped between the sofa and his solid weight leaning over him.
Juhoon’s fingers grabbed instinctively at the younger boy’s shoulders for balance.
Keonho’s hand slid upward slowly from Juhoon’s waist, fingers spreading over his chest beneath the thin fabric of his shirt.
The touch was careful and warm, resting there for a second before moving downward again.
Not rushing.
Just touching him because he finally could.
Juhoon could barely maintain composure anymore, breaths turning crude whenever the younger dragged kisses along his jaw and throat.
“Keonho,” he moaned softly.
The older boy could feel the full weight of Keonho leaning over him now.
Solid thighs pressing between his legs, putting pressure against the growing bulge in his pants.
Broad shoulders boxing him into the bed while one hand stayed planted beside his head.
The younger boy kissed him again before he could properly breathe.
Slower this time but somehow even more dangerous.
His thumb brushed across the older boy’s ribs beneath the fabric while the other hand tilted his chin upward exactly how he wanted.
The foam pressed beneath them as Keonho leaned down further, his weight pressing Juhoon more firmly into the bed.
One of Juhoon’s legs instinctively hooked around Keonho’s waist for balance.
Keonho noticeably paused.
Then smiled slowly against his mouth.
“Are you sure about this, hyung?” he murmured.
Juhoon immediately nodded.
“…Yes.”
“Like sure, sure?”
“Yes, yes.”
They laughed lightly.
Then their lips collided once more.
Keonho’s hand tightened at Juhoon’s waist, fingers flexing against bare skin beneath the shirt while he kissed him again.
Hotter now.
Especially when Juhoon gave him permission to lose control a little too.
His hands then traveled downward once more, inching towards Juhoon’s erection.
Keonho’s hands were shivering.
All those adult gay videos he looked up never did justice on how reality felt like.
It felt too awesome.
Reality felt too good.
Juhoon’s fingers tangled into the front of Keonho’s shirt when the younger traced circles against his cock through the thin fabric of his pajamas.
“Keo—Keon…ho”
It took a while for Keonho to process the whole situation.
Juhoon calling out his name.
Biting his lower lips blood red in an effort to conceal his moans.
And—
His face.
His pretty face looked obscene.
Seeing the red flush from Juhoon’s cheeks all the way to his neck only encouraged Keonho further.
The younger kissed down his jaw again, lingering near the sensitive spot beneath his ear just to feel Juhoon shiver beneath him while, snaking his hands around to take off the older boy’s shirt and undo his pants and take off his boxers.
“You’re so cute, Juhoon-hyung,”
Juhoon glared at him weakly.
“So pretty for me.”
Keonho whispered softly in his ear.
Juhoon’s cock twitched against his lower stomach, unable to contain the arousal his face forgot to control either.
Seeing his favorite hyung like this. Something inside Keonho finally broke.
Like a river dam collapsing after all the restraints he held to contain the water.
He took off his shirt rapidly.
And his pants and boxers disappeared just as quickly.
Keonho was naked.
All skin.
Sweat.
And the visible excitement of his cock.
Juhoon stared at him.
His face.
His broad shoulders.
His abs.
Then his cock.
The older boy swears he could hear their red red soundtrack blasting in the background, signaling errors for him to double take before instigating.
Though he did prepare for this as he also was just as pent up as Keonho.
He figured that he’d be the neko back when he did his own research. As he has higher pain tolerance compared to the younger boy.
Like last time.
After exploring all of the possibilities of how two guys may do it.
Juhoon decided to investigate.
He pinched Keonho once every day. Varying the squeeze force according to the research study he found.
The younger always complained that it hurt no matter how soft he pinched.
Therefore—
He committed himself to the role.
But… nothing could have prepared him for this.
“Wai—wait… Keonho… Are you sure tha—that’s gonna fit?”
Juhoon felt embarrassed with all the stuttering but he genuinely felt concerned.
Because Keonho was big.
And wide.
“I bought all the necessary things, hyung. Don’t worry.” Keonho said with a grin.
A smile too impossible to ignore.
Too innocent for this whole agenda.
Keonho positioned him better. He laid Juhoon down in a cozy position.
He hinge opened the older boy’s legs.
Revealing the Juhoon’s cock dripping with precum and his hole quenching at the sudden gesture.
The younger reached for the lube he confined in his bedside table.
He squeezed a generous amount in his hands.
Lathered it up with his fingers.
Before rubbing it at Juhoon’s entrance.
Juhoon’s breath visibly caught.
The contrast between the brisk lube and the rising heat he’s feeling was too overwhelming.
Keonho noticed.
“Juhoon-hyung… relax… take a deep breath.”
The older boy did what he’s been told to do.
Keonho inserted his index finger in.
It went in smoothly.
The younger’s eyes widened.
Then he grinned sheepishly.
“You came prepared.” He teased.
All Juhoon did was nod.
The feeling of a foreign finger entering him was beyond his imagination.
But despite that…
“I’ve… Done... My research…Mhmm”
Upon the guarantee that Juhoon did came prepared. Keonho inserted another finger in.
Juhoon shivered at the feeling of another appendage inside him.
It felt weird.
Two fingers squirming inside him.
Keonho began to play scissors with his fingers to stretch the older boy enough for his cock to fit.
Seeing Juhoon become a mess with just his fingers, his cock twitched with arousal.
But he chose to be patient.
Despite it not being his strongest virtue.
Because he doesn’t want to rush their first time.
Because he wanted it to feel good.
Because he wanted to a comfortable first time with Juhoon.
After a while of stretching the older boy, Keonho felt that this was enough.
He lifted both Juhoon’s legs to better position himself against him.
Keonho’s cock jerked again involuntarily after noticing how the older boy looked exceptionally beautiful from his perspective.
Eyes half-lidded.
Mouth slightly agape.
Chest rising and falling.
Pink nipples.
Snow white skin.
Sweaty hair.
If an angel was allowed to sin based on countenance. Juhoon would be the perfect candidate.
Keonho stroked his cock a few times before pouring a large amount of lube on them. His hairs stood at the cold element that came in contact with the head of his cock.
He stroked it for another set before positioning the tip to Juhoon’s hole.
“Hyung… I’m—I’m going in. Please tell me if it hurts. We’ll stop.”
The tip adjacent to Juhoon’s hole slowly welcomed itself.
The older boy hissed.
“Are you okay?”
Keonho’s voice was laced with worry.
Juhoon clearly felt the stretch, but it didn’t sting too badly.
“Ye—yeah… I’m fine…”
Hearing the assurance Keonho got from the older boy, he still didn’t move an inch.
Rather—
He had become stiff.
Rigid in a way that makes him look like he might tip over.
The anxiety of ruining their first time hunted him down the backdoors before it even happened.
His shoulders are locked, arms tense, knees digging into the mattress like he’s trying to brace himself for impact.
Every part of him looked like it’s fighting gravity.
Even though all he’s doing is kneeling there, cock in hand, tip barely swallowed by the hole between Juhoon’s thighs.
They stayed like this for a hundred counts.
Juhoon lied flat on the mattress.
Legs spread just enough.
Back half-curved against the pillows.
His body is bare and flushed in various places—not from embarrassment
But from heat.
From touch.
From arousal.
His expression is calm, but not relaxed.
Attentive.
Wanting.
The warm glow of the bedside lamp softens the room, spilling across the curve of his stomach, his inner thighs, the faint stretch of pale blue sheets where his hands rest.
Keonho swallowed hard, and the sound is somehow louder than it should be.
“This is…” he tries, then stops.
His voice is thin.
His cock jerks visibly.
He makes a noise like he’s trying not to make a one, throat catching around it.
“I, uh.”
He clears his throat.
“I’m gonna—just a little. Not all the way.”
Juhoon looked up at him in admiration.
He was in awe that despite Keonho’s raging erection against his hole. He still chose to make him comfortable.
“You’ve been saying that for about 3 minutes now.” Juhoon teased.
Keonho winces.
“I know. I just— I don’t wanna hurt you, hyung.”
“You’re not in yet.”
“Right. Yeah. I just—um. Okay.”
He presses forward half a centimeter in.
Just the soft, trembling kiss of another inch of his cock at the slick heat of Juhoon’s entrance.
Keonho groans.
A long, low, almost pathetic sound and starts swaying slightly in place like his knees are about to give out.
“Are you okay?” The older boy asked softly.
“No.” Keonho replied, strangled. “I mean—yes. I mean. Wai—wait.”
He’s sweating.
There’s a bead of it running down his neck, disappearing between his collarbones.
His eyes are unfocused, locked on where they’re joined—barely—just the tip of him held in the soft, wet grip of Juhoon’s body.
“I’m—I think I might cum, hyung” he blurts, eyes wide. “Like, right now.”
“You haven’t even moved yet.”
“I know. That’s the problem.”
A pause.
Then soft laughter followed.
Juhoon’s hand rose to press two fingers against the tip of Keonho’s nose.
“I’m not going to break, Keonho.” The older boy reassured.
Hearing Juhoon mention his name, Keonho’s hips twitched forward.
It’s unintentional.
Involuntary.
It slipped in just enough to bury him another half inch.
Juhoon lets out a soft, sharp exhale. His thighs tighten.
Keonho freezes.
“Oh no—was that too much?”
The older boy’s breath stuttered.
He blinked his eyes open then tilted his head to look at Keonho.
“You’re doing great, Keonho. Just relax.”
Keonho lets out a miserable sound.
“I can’t help it. You’re so warm, hyung. And soft. And it’s—tight. I didn’t know it would be this tight. I thought it was a porn exaggeration.”
Juhoon shifted slightly beneath him.
The motion drags another inch inside.
Keonho gasped—loud—and his arms almost buckled.
It’s too much.
Too much and he hasn’t even moved.
His cock is pulsing, tight with sensation.
And Juhoon—God, Juhoon—lies there, a shade of red freckled all over his cheeks down to his neck, his eyes half-lidded, jaw set like he’s enduring something sharp but not unbearable. His breath is caught in his throat.
Keonho wants to speak.
To ask if he should stop, pull back, wait.
But his mouth doesn’t move.
His body doesn’t obey.
The heat around his cock is all-consuming, unreal—soft and wet and tight in a way he never could’ve imagined, not even in the worst of his restless, sweaty self-indulgence.
His eyes flicked down.
Juhoon’s hole is stretched around him, pink and flushed and wet, quelching just barely with each pulse of his cock.
The sight is dizzying.
He can’t look away.
Can’t even breathe right.
“Holy fuck,” he says, voice broken.
He shifted his hips. Just a tremble and another inch sinks in.
The older boy exhaled. His thighs twitched, muscles drawn taut, but he doesn’t close them.
An alluring whimper left Juhoon’s lips.
And that sound—
It undoes Keonho.
Keonho’s hands moved before he had the time to think.
Instinct.
Gravity.
Awe.
They slid from Juhoon’s hips up, skimming along soft, damp skin until his palms settle over the older boy’s chest.
Juhoon flinched—his breath catching again, shoulders drawing in.
Keonho stills.
“Too much?”
The older boy’s eyes flicked toward him. His mouth opened—then closed.
“No,” he says finally, voice low, almost hoarse. “Just… don’t press.”
The younger boy nodded immediately.
“I won’t.”
His thumbs stroked lightly, barely-there. Over Juhoon’s nipples, over the soft rise of his chest.
Not to arouse.
Not yet.
Just to touch.
Like grounding himself.
Like proof.
His cock throbs. Buried now more than halfway. The heat around him is thick and wet and impossibly tight.
He doesn’t move.
Not yet.
Juhoon’s chest is warm under his hands, rising in slow, careful rhythm. His nipples are stiff—maybe from arousal, maybe from air, maybe from pressure.
Keonho brushes one with a knuckle and feels Juhoon’s breath catch again.
“Can I…”
The younger begins, but trails off.
His voice is too thick.
He doesn’t know what he’s asking.
To move?
To stay?
To cum?
Juhoon didn’t answer. But he shifted—a small tilt of his hips, a tiny movement, and it pulls the younger boy a little deeper.
Keonho moaned before he can stop himself.
Loud.
Embarrassing.
Raw.
He leaned forward, instinct pushing him down, hands still cupping Juhoon’s chest, thumbs brushing rhythmically now as he breathes into the space between them.
His forehead rested against Juhoon’s shoulder.
“You feel so good.”
He said, words sticky with breath.
“You’re—fuck—you’re unreal, Juhoon-hyung.”
Juhoon’s face twitched.
His hands stay at his sides, gripping the sheets tighter.
His knees are bent now, heels close to his hips, thighs trembling just slightly.
The angle opened him up further, allowing Keonho to sink another fraction deeper, and both of them freezed as it happens.
The stretch is sharper now.
And the younger boy felt it immediately— the way Juhoon clenched around him, involuntary, as if to hold him in place or maybe push him out.
It’s messy, tight, real, and Keonho’s cock pulses like it’s already starting to give in.
“I’m not gonna last,”
Keonho whispered.
“You don’t have to.”
Juhoon’s voice is quiet, but firm with assurance.
The younger boy lifted his head.
Their eyes met.
And it’s there—in Juhoon’s face.
That flicker.
The crack in composure.
His lips are pink and parted, his brows pulled inward just enough to show the effort, the strain.
He looks overwhelmed.
He looks beautiful.
Keonho moved his hand—one palm sliding up from Juhoon’s chest to his cheek, cradling it carefully. His thumb brushes the corner of Juhoon’s mouth, where the skin is damp from breath and muffles.
“You’re doing so good, hyung.” Keonho murmurs. “So good for me.”
Juhoon took a deep breath.
Long.
Controlled.
Trying so hard to not falter.
“…Just ...Only for you.”
Juhoon said as he leaned into the touch.
That’s all Keonho needs.
He rocked forward once—slow, steady—until his hips met the backs of Juhoon’s thighs.
Fully inside now.
The stretch pulled a sound from Juhoon’s throat—loud, erotic.
His back arched and his body clamped tight around Keonho’s cock.
Keonho whimpers. His arms shake. He holds himself up by sheer will.
“I need to move,” he said, pleading.
The older boy doesn’t speak.
Just nodded.
Once.
But his eyes pleaded for motion.
And it gave Keonho everything.
He pulled back.
Slow.
The drag of it—heat, slick, pressure—pulled a muffled moan from Juhoon’s mouth.
Keonho’s cock slipped out halfway, then pressed back in again, steady and thick.
There’s a pause at the push, not from Keonho, but from Juhoon’s body, like his hole is struggling to take it again.
Still too tight.
Still fluttering from the stretch.
Keonho groaned, almost helplessly. “Fuck, hyung,” he breathed, leaning in closer. “You’re so tight. I can feel everything.”
The older boy closed his eyes as erotic noises fled his throat.
He didn’t mean to.
It just happened—instinct, reflex.
Everything is too much.
Too big.
Too wide.
Keonho’s cock dragged against places inside him he didn’t know could ache like this.
His legs have already started to shake, not from exertion but from the slow, spreading overwhelm of it.
Not pain.
Not quite.
But too much.
Too much pleasure.
He didn’t know where to put his hands.
They clutched at the sheets, at his own thighs, at nothing.
Every small movement made it worse—made Keonho slide in deeper, grind lower, feel more.
His body is limp in places he didn’t mean to give up.
His chest is rising too fast.
He’s blinking too much, trying to squeeze away the tears forming in his eyes.
“Aah—Ke… Keonh—Ahh…. Mhhm”
His usual calm demeanor felt like it’s dripping off of him one breath at a time.
“Cute.” Keonho whispered, still moving, still buried in him.
He’s panting.
Grinning innocently, as if they’re currently not fucking. Staring down like he can’t believe any of this is real.
“You’re so cute like this, hyung.”
Juhoon swallowed, but it doesn’t help. His throat still feels small. His words stay stuck.
Keonho rolled his hips again—deeper now, his pace a little faster.
The older boy’s whole body tensed.
The stretch is obscene.
Keonho is wide.
Not just long—wide.
And he spreads Juhoon open with every inch, his walls stretched taut around him, clinging wet and involuntary.
Juhoon can feel the outline of him.
The way his body refused to stay silent, clenches and flutters around Keonho’s cock like he’s asking for more when he hasn’t even finished handling what’s already there.
Keonho moaned again, all breath and heat and awe.
His hands gripped Juhoon’s thighs now, thumbs digging in just above the knees, spreading him open just a little more.
It shouldn’t make a difference.
But it did.
The angle shifts.
Juhoon’s breath stuttered.
His whole body twitched.
His throat tired from holding the wet moans he tried so hard to muffle.
He lifted a hand to his own mouth.
Keonho noticed.
“Mhm—Hyung… Please don’t cover your mouth.”
Keonho begs.
Soft.
Sweet.
“I want to hear you, hyung. Please.”
The older boy shot him a glare—or tried to.
His brows pinched, his lips press tight.
He wants to say something dry.
A sharp little jab, maybe.
“Aah—No… No… The sounds… It’s— Aah… I’m embarrassi—.”
But then Keonho thrusts a little harder.
And the words catched in Juhoon’s throat like a stone before he could continue.
His mouth falls open instead.
His thighs trembled again as he gripped the sheets like they might keep him from floating away.
“No. You’re not.”
Keonho exhaled.
“You look beautiful—and sounds so pretty, hyung.” He caressed his hand along Juhoon’s cheeks. “So pretty just for me, yeah?”
Juhoon’s composure collapsed with that sentence.
Keonho leaned in closer—all the way now, chest pressing against Juhoon’s.
One hand slipped under Juhoon’s back, palm splayed between his shoulder blades.
The other is still between his thighs, guiding, holding, spreading.
“You’re shaking.”
Keonho says, voice low and amazed.
“You feel so good. God, I didn’t know it could feel like this.”
He moaned with pleasure, but his eyes still hold worry for the older boy.
“Are you okay, hyung? Am I doing okay? Does it feel good? Tell me if it’s too much.”
Juhoon shudders.
There’s always something about Keonho.
How he always asks just to be sure.
To be certain.
And every time.
Every question— are you okay, hyung?
Every statement—Tell me if it’s too much.
Made him feel chosen.
Loved.
Juhoon’s legs slipped further apart—not by choice, by instinct.
His body just gives.
Everything’s melting.
There’s no strength left to clench. No resistance. His hips are too loose, knees falling outward, hole spread wide and soaked around Keonho’s cock.
“Pretty,” Keonho uttered again, softer this time.
Lips brushing against Juhoon’s cheek.
“You’re so pretty down there too. Clenching all over me. You like this, hyung?”
Juhoon nodded.
Aggressively.
His eyes fluttered, lashes trembling, and his hips jerked when Keonho grinds deep again—hips flush, thick cock pressing as far in as it can go, snug and seated and too much.
“You do.”
Keonho breathed with a smile.
“You’re pulsing. God, you’re squeezing me so tight, hyung. Like you don’t wanna let go.”
Juhoon hid his face against Keonho’s shoulder.
It’s the only thing he can do.
He’s not trying to be coy.
He just can’t look at him.
Not when his body feels like it’s splitting open for him.
Not when his thighs are limp and damp with sweat, his chest flushed, his hole bruised from friction and tension and not enough.
Keonho’s hand finally moved.
From Juhoon’s back to his chest.
Cupping it again.
Thumbing at one nipple.
His palm is hot and damp and gentle.
The intense satisfaction from Keonho’s hand playing with his nipples and his cock burying the trenches inside him sent shivers down Juhoon’s spine.
His whimpers transformed into moans.
Loud.
Raw.
Stimulated.
“You feel so soft,” Keonho says, almost reverently. “Like I could just… hold you forever.”
Juhoon exhaled sharply. His hips jerked up—involuntary—grinding against the base of Keonho’s cock.
He bites the inside of his cheek, hard, to try and hold his sounds again.
“Shit—” Keonho gasps, his own control faltering. “Juhoon-hyung—God, don’t do that. I’m—fuck—I’m trying not to cum.”
Juhoon doesn’t reply.
He just holds on tighter as the heat started to pool in his stomach.
He’s close.
But doesn’t dare say.
He’s so far spread it feels like he’s being pulled open from the inside out.
His ass is stretched, soaked, overfull.
His thighs ache.
His spine feels soft.
And every time Keonho rocks into him feels like a slow unraveling, and there’s no part of him left to pretend like he’s not feeling it.
Juhoon’s mouth is parted.
Breath comes in slips.
Each thrust forced one out of him.
And then he cums.
Sticky white fluid splurted out his cock, threading over his stomach like signatures.
Keonho’s thrusts faltered.
Seeing the pleasure wash over Juhoon’s face made his own core hot.
His pace has changed.
Gradual, like a tide pulling back before it crashes.
His hips are moving faster now—definitely losing rhythm.
He’s close.
Juhoon feels it in the way his grip tightened, in the way his body hunches over him, like he needs to get closer, somehow deeper, even though they’re already pressed together as tightly as possible.
Keonho is whispering again—nonsense now, broken things he probably doesn’t even hear himself saying.
“So good, hyung… feels so good, you feel… fuck, you’re perfect—so tight, so wet—”
Juhoon’s eyes fluttered close.
Keonho continuously hitting his spot when he already reached his peak made him hear colors.
His voice had become hoarse.
Wet sounds circled the whole room.
And another heat pooled in his stomach again.
Fast.
Embarassingly fast.
He didn’t know that it would be possible to form a release with only stimulation from behind.
He did find an article about how it’s achievable when both the penis and the prostate are stimulated, and how it’s rarely happened with only from behind.
Yet, it happened to him
And it’s about to happen a second time.
Keonho thrusted hard—once, all the way in, hips slapping against the backs of Juhoon’s thighs—and stays there.
Juhoon cummed.
Again.
Stringy white liquid dripped down his abdomen a second time.
Keonho’s mouth opened against his collarbone, breath stuck.
His hands are gripping Juhoon’s waist now like he’s afraid he might float off if he lets go.
And then Juhoon feels it—
the unmistakable, slow-throbbing pulse of release.
Inside.
His eyes snapped open.
“Wait—you—” he breathed, barely audible, but full of alarm. “Keonho.”
Keonho jerked.
Still buried to the hilt, cock twitching inside him.
Juhoon stiffened.
His hands go to Keonho’s shoulders, not pushing exactly, but there—a touch that says what did you just do?
“You came inside me.”
Keonho gasped like he’s been slapped. “I—fuck—I’m sorry—wait—I couldn’t—”
“You didn’t ask.”
“I know—I know, I just—”
Keonho groaned, face crumpling with guilt against Juhoon’s throat, still not pulling out.
“You felt too good, I couldn’t stop, I didn’t even mean to, it just—I’m sorry, hyung.”
Juhoon inhaled through his nose, sharp.
His body is already twitching around him, fluttering in little pulses as it tries to figure out what to do with all the sudden warmth, the heavy spill of cum seated deep inside.
He feels stretched.
Stuffed.
Too full.
Not just with Keonho, but with everything.
The weight of it.
The heat.
The stickiness.
The realization that it’s there, and Keonho is still inside, still hard, still trembling, still saying his name like he’s praying.
“Juhoon-hyung, I’m sorry,” Keonho murmurs again, voice cracking. “I didn’t mean to, I—”
“You’re still hard,” Juhoon says with a hoarse voice.
It’s not an accusation.
Just observation.
Keonho goes still.
They both feel it.
His cock, twitching again.
Swollen.
Still seated deep inside, surrounded by slick and heat and the slow, embarrassing drip of cum starting to leak around the rim of Juhoon’s hole.
Juhoon exhales, eyes falling shut for a moment. “I can feel it,” he mutters.
Keonho chokes. “I’m sorry.”
“You said that already.”
“I’ll pull out.”
“Don’t.”
Keonho freezed.
“Wait—really?”
Juhoon pressed the heel of his palm to his forehead, as if that might help him think.
“No sudden movements, you already made a mess” he mutters. “And I already came twice. I cannot handle a third.” His voice deafening.
Keonho obeyed.
He doesn’t move.
Doesn’t breathe.
Then, slowly, he eases forward just enough to press a kiss to Juhoon’s cheek — light, damp with sweat.
“You’re not mad?”
Juhoon opens his eyes.
“I’m tired,” he says. “And sore. And full.”
Keonho moans softly.
Unintentionally.
“Don’t make that sound,” Juhoon warned.
“Sorry,” Keonho whispered smiling, not sounding sorry at all.
He’s still hard.
Juhoon can feel it, pressing up against everything inside of him, still pulsing in little aftershocks.
Another beat of silence.
Then, quietly…
“Can I stay in? Just for a little.”
The older boy stared at him.
His thighs are slick.
His hole aches.
He feels wrecked in ways he wasn’t prepared for — stretched, stuffed, ruined.
But he also feels warm. The sheets are soft. Keonho’s chest is hot against his.
The room smells like sweat and skin and comfort.
He closed his eyes again.
“Fine,” he said.
Keonho exhaled like he’s been holding that breath forever.
Juhoon keeps his hand pressed to his own forehead, voice faint.
“But if you move again, I’m kicking you out.”
“Of my own room?”
“Get out.”
Keonho laughed. He lifted his head and sent Juhoon a cheeky smile.
“I love you, hyung.”
Silence.
Juhoon smiled faintly.
The same captivating smile that Keonho fell in love with at first sight.
“I love you too, Keonho.”
Keonho didn't move right away.
He simply rested his forehead against the curve of Juhoon's neck, his breathing still uneven as he tried to steady the frantic rhythm of his heart. Outside, rain drummed softly against the bedroom window, accompanied only by the lazy hum of the electric fan overhead.
For the first time in what felt like forever, the room was quiet.
"...Hyung?"
Juhoon answered with a sleepy hum.
"Did I really... do okay?"
The question was almost timid.
So unlike the confident smile Keonho usually wore.
Juhoon opened his eyes just enough to find the younger staring at him with unmistakable uncertainty. There wasn't an ounce of pride in his expression—only hope, worry, and a desperate need to know that Juhoon was truly alright.
A faint smile found its way onto Juhoon's lips.
"...You've asked me if I was okay more times than I can count."
Keonho laughed weakly, looking away.
"I couldn't help it."
Juhoon lifted a tired hand and brushed the damp strands of hair away from Keonho's forehead.
"That's why I wasn't scared."
Keonho blinked.
"Because every step of the way..." Juhoon's thumb traced his cheek. "...you made sure I chose it with you."
The younger's eyes softened immediately.
"...It was our first time."
"Yeah."
"I wanted it to be something we'd remember for the right reasons."
Juhoon let out a quiet laugh.
"I don't think I'll ever forget today."
"...Me neither."
The words settled gently between them.
Not heavy.
Not awkward.
Simply true.
For another minute, neither of them moved. They stayed wrapped in each other's warmth, listening to the rain as though the rest of Seoul had ceased to exist beyond Keonho's bedroom.
Eventually, Keonho pressed a lingering kiss to Juhoon's forehead.
Then his temple.
Then the tip of his nose.
"...I love you," he whispered, softer than before, as if one confession could never be enough.
Juhoon smiled without opening his eyes.
"I love you so much, hyung." Keonho mumbled again.
A quiet chuckle escaped Juhoon.
He found Keonho's hand beneath the blanket and intertwined their fingers.
"...I love you too, Keonho."
This time, the words didn't feel like a confession.
They felt like a promise already being kept.
Silence settled over them once more.
Then—
"...Are you really okay?"
Juhoon couldn't help laughing.
"You asked again. You worry too much."
"I really do."
"And?"
"I don't think I'm ever going to stop."
Juhoon looked at him for a long moment before smiling with a tenderness that made Keonho's chest ache.
"...I'm okay."
Only then did Keonho finally release the breath he'd been holding.
"I was so nervous."
"It was obvious."
"I thought my heart was going to explode."
"It almost did."
The younger groaned, hiding his face in Juhoon's shoulder.
"You were shaking so much.”
"I couldn't help it."
Keonho remained there for another few moments before carefully sitting up.
Sticky white substance poured out of the older boy as Keonho slowly pulled out. Juhoon’s body shuddered at the sudden emptiness inside him.
"I'll be right back."
Juhoon watched him disappear into the adjoining bathroom before returning with a basin of warm water and a soft towel.
"I... figured this might help."
There was a trace of embarrassment in his voice, but far more determination.
Juhoon's expression softened.
"You prepared?"
Keonho scratched the back of his neck.
"I searched what people usually do afterward."
"You researched?"
"...A lot."
The confession earned another quiet laugh.
"You're adorable."
Keonho's ears immediately turned pink.
He tested the warmth of the towel against his wrist before gently helping Juhoon freshen up, moving with slow, careful hands. Every so often he'd pause.
"Too warm?"
Juhoon shook his head.
"It's perfect."
Only after he was certain Juhoon was comfortable did Keonho reach toward the neatly folded clothes waiting on his desk chair.
"I brought these earlier."
"You planned everything."
"I wanted you to be comfortable."
He helped Juhoon into one of his oversized gray T-shirts and a pair of soft sweatpants, smoothing the sleeves absentmindedly afterward.
When he stepped back to admire his work, he smiled to himself.
"...It suits you."
Juhoon glanced down.
"It's yours."
"You look really cute wearing my clothes."
Juhoon rolled his eyes fondly.
"You've gotten bold."
"I blame you."
Before Juhoon could answer, Keonho suddenly remembered something.
"Oh!"
He hurried to the mini refrigerator beside his study desk.
"I almost forgot."
From inside, he retrieved a chilled bottle of banana milk.
Juhoon's eyebrows lifted.
Keonho twisted the cap open before placing it carefully into Juhoon's hands.
"I thought... you might be thirsty."
Juhoon took a sip.
The familiar sweetness spread across his tongue, drawing an involuntary smile from him.
"It's good."
Keonho visibly relaxed.
"Wait."
"There's more?"
"I told you I planned."
He disappeared for another moment before returning with a tray balanced carefully in both hands.
Seaweed soup.
Warm rice.
Grilled chicken.
Fresh slices of apple.
Simple.
Homemade.
Prepared hours earlier.
"It's nothing special," Keonho admitted shyly. "I made it before you came over... just in case."
Juhoon stared at the meal.
Then at Keonho.
"You really expected all of this?"
Keonho smiled sheepishly. "...I hoped."
His voice carried no embarrassment anymore.
Only honesty.
"I wanted today to be special."
He hesitated before quietly adding,
"Not because of what happened."
"..."
"But because it was our first time."
His fingers tightened around the edge of the tray.
"I wanted you to remember being cared for."
For a long moment, Juhoon simply looked at him.
Then he reached over and took Keonho's hand.
"You know..."
"Hm?"
"You've been taking care of me long before today."
Keonho blinked.
"The banana milk."
"The food."
"The way you've asked if I'm okay every five minutes."
Juhoon smiled.
"That's what I'll remember most."
For the first time that afternoon, Keonho found himself completely speechless.
His cheeks warmed.
Then that familiar boyish smile appeared again.
"...Eat before the soup gets cold?"
Juhoon laughed.
"Yes, chef."
They climbed back onto the bed, sitting cross-legged with the tray resting between them. They shared quiet conversation between spoonfuls of soup, occasionally stealing bites from each other's bowls, neither of them noticing how the rain outside had begun to slow.
The room felt impossibly peaceful.
Not because nothing had changed.
But because everything had.
”What I thought about love is actually correct.” Keonho said while fondly looking at Juhoon.
”How?”
”You know? How love feels like coming home.” The younger boy’s eyes glimmered with jest. “Get it? Cause you are my home, and I came inside you.”
Juhoon’s spoon took a pause right outside his mouth.
”…How are you saying things like that naturally?” The older boy’s ears turned to a shade of pink before eating the spoonful.
Keonho laughed loudly in awe.
When they finally finished eating, Keonho carried the tray away before returning to bed.
Juhoon instinctively leaned against his shoulder.
"Thank you," he murmured.
Keonho turned to him.
"For what?"
"For making me feel safe."
The younger didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he wrapped an arm around Juhoon's shoulders and pressed one last kiss into his hair.
"Always."
It wasn't a promise for today.
It was a promise for every day after.
Wrapped beneath the same blanket, fingers intertwined once more, they listened to the last of the rain until sleep found them together in the quiet warmth of Keonho's room.