Youn-Jae's fingers moved in and out of Ji-won's tight hole, making him gasp with pleasure and moan even louder
"Do you want more?" Youn - Jae whispered, his voice husky. "I really want to taste every inch of your body" as Youn-Jae's fingers continued to thrust in and out of him.
As he pulled his fingers out of Ji-won's tight hole, Youn-Jae started by kissing Ji-Won's neck, nibbling on his earlobes and making his way down to his chest. He licked and sucked on Ji-Won's nipples, causing him to moan with pleasure. He then made his way down to Ji-Won's waist, pulling down his pants and revealing his hard cock, he took Ji-Won's cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip and sucking on it gently. Ji-Won let out a loud moan as he felt Youn-Jae's warm mouth on his cock.
"Hyung, please,"
Youn-Jae then started to deep throat Ji-Won, taking in his entire length and causing Ji-Won to scream with pleasure.
After a few minutes of intense oral pleasure, Youn-Jae decided it was time to take things to the next level. He reached for a condom and put it on, before positioning himself behind Ji-Won. He slowly entered Ji-Won's ass, causing him to moan with pleasure, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against Ji-Won's ear, his voice low and teasing as he whispered, "Don't hold back, Ji-Won... no one can hear us here." His words were laced with mischief, his hips slapping against Ji-Won's ass as he fucked him hard and deep. Ji-Won's cries of pleasure filled the room, mingling with the sound of their bodies slapping together.
"Hyung wait, I'm going to cum," Ji-Won gasped, his cock twitching as he neared his climax.
Youn-Jae kept going, his own orgasm building up. He could feel himself getting close, and he let out a loud groan as he cum inside the condom.
Both of them collapsed onto the plush couch, the city lights shimmering through the wide glass windows, casting a soft glow over their bodies, glistening with sweat. The quiet hum of the city outside felt distant, leaving them wrapped in the warmth of each other's presence. Ji-Won, still catching his breath, turned toward Youn-Jae, their faces close, sharing a lingering kiss that was both tender and passionate. Their tongues danced, exploring the familiarity and intimacy between them.
Breaking the kiss, Ji-Won looked deeply into Youn-Jae's eyes, his voice soft but filled with sincerity. "I love you, Hyung," he whispered, his hand gently resting against Youn-Jae's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.
Youn-Jae's lips curled into a gentle smile, his gaze filled with warmth and affection as he brushed a strand of hair from Ji-Won's forehead. Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss there, lingering for a moment before replying, "I love you too, more than you know."
Youn-Jae's body stirred again as he gazed at Ji-Won, mesmerized by how gentle and precious he seemed in that moment. The soft glow of the city lights illuminated Ji-Won's features, making him look even more angelic. Youn-Jae leaned closer, his breath warm against Ji-Won's ear as he whispered, "Let's do it again."
Ji-Won, his face flushed and slightly out of breath, chuckled, glancing up at Youn-Jae. "Hyung, we just finished… are you a pervert?" His voice was playful, teasing, but there was a hint of affection in his eyes.
Youn-Jae smirked mischievously, unable to resist the playful challenge. "Then let me show you what this pervert can do." Without warning, he started tickling Ji-Won, his fingers dancing along Ji-Won's sides.
Ji-Won burst into laughter, trying to push Youn-Jae away, his protests mixed with giggles. "Hyung, stop! You're impossible!" he cried out, squirming under Youn-Jae's relentless tickling.
But Youn-Jae only laughed along with him, their lighthearted moment filling the room as they surrendered to the joy of simply being together, lost in their private world.
Then, as the warmth between them began to build once more, Youn-Jae's hands moved gently over Ji-Won's body, his touch soft as he traced the contours of Ji-Won's skin, savoring its warmth. His fingertips lingered, drawing delicate patterns that sent a trail of shivers across Ji-Won's skin.
Leaning closer, Youn-Jae inhaled deeply, his breath warm and tender against Ji-Won's neck. "I love your scent," he murmured, his voice husky with admiration. "It's so intoxicating."
But Youn-Jae had other plans. He pulled away and turned Ji-Won over, so that he was on his hands and knees. Ji-Won looked over his shoulder, his eyes wide with anticipation. Youn-Jae smiled and leaned forward, kissing Ji-Won's ass cheeks and licking them. Ji-Won moaned and pushed his ass back, wanting more.
Youn-Jae started eating Ji-Won's ass, licking and probing his hole with his tongue. Ji-Won's moans grew louder and more desperate, his body shaking with pleasure. Youn-Jae reached around and started fingering Ji-Won's cock, making him moan even louder.
Finally, Youn-Jae couldn't take it anymore. He stood up and grabbed a condom, putting it on before positioning himself behind Ji-Won. He slowly entered Ji-Won's ass, making him moan and gasp. Youn-Jae started fucking him slowly, savoring every moment.
As they fucked, Youn-Jae reached around and started playing with Ji-Won's cock again. Ji-Won's moans grew louder and more desperate, his body shaking with pleasure. Youn-Jae could feel Ji-Won's prostate, and he started hitting it with every thrust, making Ji-Won scream with pleasure.
Suddenly, Ji-Won's body tensed up and he came, his cum spurting out and landing on the couch. Youn-Jae kept fucking him, chasing his own orgasm. He could feel it building up, his balls tightening and his cock swelling.
Ji-Won, still catching his breath and feeling a bit lightheaded, with a tired smile. "Hyung, should we stop and clean up now? I think I'm about to pass out," he said, his voice a mix of exhaustion.
Youn-Jae, sensing Ji-Won's fatigue, straightened up and gently pulled him into a warm embrace. He adjusted the pillows on the couch to make Ji-Won more comfortable, then carefully laid him down, his touch tender and reassuring. "Just rest here for a bit," Youn-Jae said softly, his hand gently rubbing Ji-Won's hair in a soothing gesture. "I'll get the bathtub ready for us."
***
After preparing a warm bath, Youn-Jae returned to the living room, the soft glow of the evening casting a serene ambiance over the space. There, he found Ji-Won peacefully asleep on the couch, his face relaxed, almost boyish in his slumber. A gentle smile tugged at Youn-Jae's lips, but he knew Ji-Won still needed to wash up.
Careful not to disturb his sleep, Youn-Jae bent down, his movements deliberate and tender, as he slipped his arms under Ji-Won, lifting him into a protective embrace. He carried him quietly toward the bathroom, each step light and cautious.
As Youn-Jae slowly lowered Ji-Won into the inviting warmth of the bath, the touch of the water gently roused him. Ji-Won's eyes fluttered open, a sleepy expression giving way to faint embarrassment as he realized where he was.
"Hyung, I'm sorry I fell asleep," Ji-Won murmured softly, his cheeks tinged with a hint of color. "You should have woken me instead of carrying me."
Youn-Jae's expression softened as he brushed a damp strand of hair from Ji-Won's forehead, his touch lingering. "Don't worry about it," he replied gently, his voice filled with quiet warmth. "Just relax and let the bath help you unwind. I'm here to take care of you."
Settling into the bath behind Ji-Won, Youn-Jae leaned against the edge, bringing Ji-Won close. He positioned Ji-Won so that his back rested against his chest, feeling the gentle rhythm of his breathing. The warmth of the water and Youn-Jae's steady presence wrapped Ji-Won in a cocoon of comfort. As Youn-Jae's hands began to massage his shoulders in soothing, slow circles, Ji-Won let out a soft, contented sigh.
The tenderness of the moment stirred a flutter of emotions in Youn-Jae. Unable to resist, he pressed a soft kiss to Ji-Won's shoulder. The gentle warmth of his lips made Ji-Won stir, turning his head just enough to catch Youn-Jae's gaze.
"Hyung, behave," Ji-Won murmured, his voice both playful and affectionate, though a flicker of nervousness lingered.
Youn-Jae chuckled softly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Can't help it," he replied, his voice low and warm. "You're just too good to resist." His hands slid gently along Ji-Won's arms, fingers tracing gentle patterns that sent a shiver through Ji-Won.
But as Youn-Jae's hands moved under the water, a sudden wave of unease gripped Ji-Won. Memories of their last intimate encounter at the villa flooded his mind—the tenderness and passion, but also the overwhelming emotions that followed. His chest tightened, and a deep-rooted anxiety surfaced, amplifying his sense of vulnerability. His breath caught, and he could feel a sudden cold sweat prickling his skin, despite the warmth of the bath.
Youn-Jae, sensing the shift, noticed Ji-Won's sudden stillness. He quickly withdrew his hands, his expression turning from playful to concerned. Reaching up, he cupped Ji-Won's face, his eyes searching. "Ji-Won, what's wrong?" he asked, worry softening his voice. "You're shaking. Did I do something to upset you?"
Ji-Won's gaze was distant, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as he struggled to put his emotions into words. Finally, he managed, "It's just... I feel overwhelmed." His voice trembled, a mix of vulnerability and fear surfacing in his expression. "I suddenly remembered... the last time in the villa before... you left."
Youn-Jae's heart sank as he realized the depth of pain he had caused, a deep remorse settling over him. He gently held Ji-Won's face, his thumbs brushing tenderly against his cheeks. "I'm so sorry," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was wrong to leave like that. I won't do it again. I'm not going anywhere without you."
Ji-Won nodded slightly, though his face remained tinged with sadness and unease. Needing the reassurance, he leaned forward, his arms wrapping around Youn-Jae in a quiet but desperate embrace. He held on tightly, seeking comfort, yet the lingering hurt in his eyes was clear.
Sensing Ji-Won's lingering discomfort, Youn-Jae spoke gently, his tone filled with quiet concern. "Let's get out of here. You might catch a cold if we stay too long." He helped Ji-Won out of the bath, careful with each movement, and wrapped him in a thick, warm bathrobe. He gently guided Ji-Won to the bedroom, each gesture filled with unspoken tenderness.
Sitting beside Ji-Won on the bed, Youn-Jae took a towel and carefully dried his damp hair, his hands moving with deliberate gentleness. Ji-Won sat silently, his gaze distant, allowing Youn-Jae to care for him without a word. When his hair was mostly dry, Youn-Jae helped him into his pajamas, his touch protective and comforting, as if to shield him from the past.
Once they were ready for bed, Youn-Jae lay beside him, extending an arm for Ji-Won to rest his head on. Half-covered by the blanket, he began to tap Ji-Won's cheek softly in a soothing rhythm, as though he were lulling a child to sleep. "Would you like to go out tomorrow, Ji-Won?" he asked gently, his voice soft.
Ji-Won shifted closer, curling up against Youn-Jae's chest and wrapping his arms around him. "Let's just stay here tomorrow, Hyung," he whispered, his tone weary but slightly more at ease.
"Alright," Youn-Jae replied, not pressing further. He simply held Ji-Won close, his arms firm and steady, a silent promise to protect him from any lingering fears.
Gradually, Ji-Won's body relaxed, the steady rhythm of Youn-Jae's embrace calming the remnants of his anxiety. As he felt Youn-Jae's heartbeat under his cheek, the painful memories began to fade. His breathing slowed, and his eyelids grew heavy, the warmth of Youn-Jae's presence lulling him into a deep, peaceful sleep.
In the silence, shadows linger,
Echoes of a wound still sore.
The ache of nights left hollowed out,
A scar that time cannot ignore.
In your arms, I feel a refuge,
But doubts pull softly at the seams.
Is this warmth a passing whisper,
Or the end to fractured dreams?
Your touch, a balm, yet trembling still,
My heart afraid to fully mend—
For promises once shattered stay,
Like fears that surface, slow to end.
So hold me close, dissolve the ache,
Let warmth chase every whispered scar.
In your steady gaze, I seek the truth—
The strength to heal where heartbeats are.
The story doesn't end here...