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“I want to put you in here. Like a toy.”

After opening a capsule toy he’d just pulled from the machine, Yeonho shook the empty capsule in front of Siwoo’s eyes. Taking the capsule from Yeonho’s hand, Siwoo placed six 500-won coins in Yeonho’s palm.

He stared down at the capsule in his hand and seriously thought about it. If he could somehow fold himself up and squeeze into the tight plastic shell and live the rest of his life as Joo Yeonho’s possession. It didn’t seem like such a bad deal, aside from the lack of space.

“If I lose about 3 kilograms, I think I could fit. I’ll start working on it.”

“What are you talking about? You’re already perfect.”

“I think I need to lose a little muscle. Is that alright? I need your permission. This body belongs to you now.”

Yeonho wrinkled his nose at that.

“Of course not. Hyung has to carry me around. I’m tall and heavy.”

The tall yet light Yeonho frowned after checking the toy inside the second capsule. Dissatisfied, he shoved the ugly toy into his bag and began fiddling with the bridge of Siwoo’s nose and his lips with his fingertips.

“My prettiest toy.”

He didn’t mean he wanted to play with Siwoo like a toy. He meant he wanted to keep him, all to himself, without anyone else ever taking him away.

Siwoo took the capsule and wrapper Yeonho had discarded and tucked them naturally into his pocket.

“Yeah, I’d be happy to live my whole life as your toy.”

He felt deeply honored to be called the prettiest toy Yeonho owned. Could there be a more comfortable life than being fully possessed by Yeonho? As long as Yeonho didn’t throw him out of the toy box, he could stay there forever, even if he got old and dusty, until the day Yeonho loved him again.

They walked into the supermarket, pushing a cart.

“Even if I’m not fun to play with anymore, don’t throw me away. If you do, I’ll come back to find you. Until I die. Like a cursed doll.”

“Throw hyung away? Me?”

Yeonho laid his hand on top of Siwoo’s as he pushed the cart and laughed, as if to say that was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard.

“You were the hardest thing I’ve ever gotten in my life.”

“Then maybe you’ll get bored now that you’ve got me.”

“Sometimes I wonder what Kim Yeonho-ssi really sees me as.”

Yeonho stopped in front of the kitchenware display, lifted a frying pan with one hand, and gently stroked Siwoo’s cheek with the other. Siwoo pressed a soft kiss to the fingertip that brushed over his lips after trailing down from his cheek.

Ever since Yeonho started dating Siwoo, just as he had promised, he left behind his life of “trying to be loved by everyone” and began living as a mature, elegant, reserved adult who gave his all to the one he loved.

He drew a firm line at meaningless physical affection that might cause social issues. He didn’t open his heart so easily to people who were kind to him, and he never followed others around just because they gave him attention. His goal was to make sure the person he loved never had to feel anxious. With everything he had.

While checking the bottom of the frying pan and reading the product description, he spoke.

“Every day, I think about how I can make you unable to live without me. I’m scared that once your body and heart fully heal, you’ll leave me and run away.”

“Then lock me up and hit me. I’ll let you.”

“Don’t say scary things like that, hyung. I might actually do it.”

Yeonho laced his fingers through Siwoo’s and dropped the frying pan into the cart.

“Let’s switch to this one.”

Now, not only could he make kimchi fried rice, but he could also cook stir-fried squid and bulgogi. Yeonho picked out a solid, heavy new pan. He gave Siwoo a look as if to say, This could be a weapon if you try to run.

After shopping, they returned home and washed up in turn. Yeonho waited while the hairdryer buzzed in the background. As soon as the sound stopped, he ran to Siwoo, wrapped his arms around his waist, and kissed him.

Siwoo cupped Yeonho’s lips with his own and carried him to the bedroom. They sat facing each other on the bed, caressing each other’s hair, nape, and back as their lips met in soft, fluttering kisses.

Siwoo’s tongue brushed against Yeonho’s. Yeonho tasted him, savored the feel. It was so good, but the light teasing made him impatient. He pulled his lips back, parted them, and stuck out his tongue just slightly, then tapped the spot beneath his lower lip with a fingertip.

It was his way of saying: This mouth, this soft space behind it, I’m offering it all to you. Do as you please.

Siwoo cradled Yeonho’s jaw and explored the lips and mouth Yeonho had given him. He pressed his tongue against Yeonho’s bright pink one, then slipped deeper, discovering how warm and smooth the inside was.

He carefully traced every spot inside Yeonho’s mouth. The mucous membrane was hot and slick, enough to make his tongue feel like it might melt. He swallowed every drop of saliva. It belonged to Yeonho, and he didn’t want to share even that.

“Mmnh…”

Yeonho let out a moan before he could stop himself. Siwoo pulled his lips away from Yeonho’s and gently inserted one finger into his mouth. Then two. Slowly increasing the number, he moved them around with care, making sure not to hurt him as he tested how deep it could go.

With a gentle face like a well-behaved child, Yeonho had his mouth full with Siwoo’s finger, blinking his large eyes as he licked it with the tip of his tongue.

“Your mouth’s tight…”

“Mmm…”

Yeonho pouted, thinking it sounded like he was being told he was useless. But then he thought maybe it wasn’t meant badly and his eyes crinkled in a smile. Siwoo pulled his finger out, then slowly licked the saliva-slicked lips and chin of Yeonho as he began undressing his T-shirt.

It was the first time Yeonho had been naked in front of Siwoo. Blushing, he didn’t know what to do and tried to hide under the blanket. But Siwoo immediately pulled it away and pinned Yeonho’s wrists down so he couldn’t move.

With his upper body restrained by Siwoo, Yeonho squirmed below the waist. Siwoo’s eyes were scanning him inch by inch. From the bones and the muscles clinging to them, to his skin, nipples, and navel, everywhere Siwoo’s gaze touched sent a ticklish tingle through him.

His body had become hypersensitive and flushed. He felt like he’d come just from Siwoo sucking on his chest. He desperately hoped that wouldn’t happen. It would be too embarrassing.

Soon, Siwoo began flicking the tip of his tongue against Yeonho’s pale pink nipple, as light in color as his white skin, then started gently licking it. After that, he took Yeonho’s chest into his mouth, sucking until even the skin around it was drawn in without causing pain.

Yeonho found himself more aroused by the fact that Siwoo was sucking his chest than by the sensation itself. At this rate, he really might come. He closed his eyes, avoiding the sight of Siwoo’s head moving over his chest.

He let Siwoo go back and forth between both sides for a while. But eventually, he started to feel irritated at not being able to move on his own.

“Take your shirt off too. Then I’ll give you something nice.”

Siwoo, who loved rewards, didn’t even wait to hear what the “nice thing” was before he tossed off his T-shirt. His loungewear, which he usually left at Yeonho’s place, rolled across the floor.

His body, though marked with many scars, was big, solid, and well-built. Siwoo leaned down to press a kiss on Yeonho’s lips, then fluttered his lashes and smiled prettily with anticipation.

“I’m being good, right?”

“Yeah. Just wait a sec.”

Yeonho didn’t have anything prepared, and the only reward he could give was his body. Rubbing his chest against Siwoo’s beautiful face, he began thinking about what kind of gift he could offer. Should he press Siwoo’s arousal, straining against his sweatpants, into his narrow mouth and move his head for him? Or should he give him something even better than that?

“Hold on a second.”

Yeonho pulled the blanket back over himself and wiggled as he took off his bottoms. When he tossed the pants and underwear onto the floor from under the blanket, Siwoo’s breathing grew heavier.

Fanning his red face with his hand, Yeonho slowly pulled back the blanket and revealed the rest of his body. Siwoo’s face immediately dove between his legs. The shaft that had been twitching painfully was swallowed between Siwoo’s precious lips.

“Haa… ngh… aaah…”

Despite its size, Siwoo took Yeonho’s cock into his mouth without hesitation. Careful not to let his teeth touch, he rubbed Yeonho along every part of his inner mouth.

Yeonho, feeling like Siwoo was about to swallow him whole, reached down to stroke Siwoo’s soft hair and cheek, then stopped him from moving between his legs.

“Haa… haa… Hyung… wait.”

Siwoo had opened up his throat from the start just for him, and Yeonho had nearly spilled his first orgasm down it. As amazing as it felt being inside Siwoo’s hot, wet mouth, this wasn’t about begging to be sucked.

Siwoo lifted his head, his eyes flushed red, and revealed his sweet face soaked in saliva. Yeonho tapped his glossy lips with a fingertip. It was his way of marking that Joo Yeonho had just conquered Kim Siwoo’s mouth. One by one, he would conquer the rest, too.

Running his tongue slowly down the stitched scars scattered across Siwoo’s chest and stomach, Yeonho sat him up straight, leaning Siwoo’s back against the large cushion. Then he sat facing him.

Siwoo’s eyes had lost focus. His gaze was hazy, his breath coming fast and shallow through parted lips. Yeonho could feel him barely holding himself back. He was planning to break that control.

Sitting nearly reclined, Yeonho slowly spread his legs open in front of Siwoo. His heart felt like it might burst through his ribcage from the shame. Even though he’d spread them as wide as possible, he wasn’t sure Siwoo could see exactly what he wanted to show him. So, he reached back and gently parted his own cheeks with his hands.

“I’m only showing you this, hyung…”

He’d never shown it to anyone before, and he never would again, he would never spread his legs for anyone else by his own will.