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Everything Yeonho said or did to comfort him only made Siwoo crave him more. His hips, which had been moving slowly, began to thrust harder once Yeonho’s breathing evened out. With each thrust, he pushed deeper, rubbing and piercing into the very depths of him.

Yeonho couldn’t speak, only let out choked gasps. His eyes rolled back as Siwoo pounded into him with brutal force.

When Yeonho started crying silently, Siwoo pulled him into his arms and changed their position. Placing Yeonho on top of him, Yeonho searched for Siwoo’s left wrist and took it into his mouth, licking along the spot he used to scratch with a blade in secret.

It was an act he’d always thought of as filthy and disgraceful, but this moment felt monumental. How could he ever forget the thrill of breaking every taboo? At that moment, Siwoo was being branded by Yeonho.

He worried he might be putting too much meaning into their first time and that Yeonho would feel overwhelmed. Siwoo didn’t know what kind of memory today’s encounter would leave for Yeonho. He didn’t expect blind, unconditional love, but he hoped it would mean more than just “my first time having sex with an older student after becoming an adult.”

Yeonho had been wrong when he said he was reborn today. Siwoo had started a new life the day he first met Yeonho. Coincidentally, it had been his birthday. That first meeting held deep symbolic meaning for him, something he hoped Yeonho would never find out. It was too childish to admit.

“I really like you…”

He whispered it to his first love, hoping Yeonho would become his last. Sometimes, I like you expressed his heart better than I love you.

I like you so much, it drives me crazy. I’m happy just because you’re here. I love your scent, your skin, the pleasure I can feel only from your body, everything about you.

He licked up all of Yeonho’s cum. Claiming he wanted to clean him, he kept Yeonho’s cock in his mouth for a long time, refusing to let go. He came into Yeonho’s mouth too, and when Yeonho shut his eyes tight and swallowed it all, Siwoo didn’t stop him. He just gave a light kiss to the lips that were pretending to be innocent even as they were swallowing him. Yeonho wasn’t the type to stop just because he was told to anyway.

Holding the sleeping Yeonho in his arms, Siwoo studied his beautiful face and stroked his hair.

“You’ll never be able to beat how much I like you.”

Could Yeonho ever imagine the depth of his insecurity? For Siwoo, there was no real meaning in life without Joo Yeonho. Now, even studying hard was for their future, and his one and only hobby had become Yeonho.

Sure, Yeonho liked him a lot now. But Siwoo didn’t believe those feelings would last forever. Deep down, he still thought that the only way he could hold on to Yeonho was through his own misery.

Lately, he’d started to feel grateful for the unhappiness his parents had given him. He didn’t want things to get better. If it meant he could continue receiving Yeonho’s love and care, he was willing to stay miserable forever.

Yeonho had created a world for him filled only with love and warmth, despite all his scars. In that world, Siwoo could finally taste happiness. How could he not make Yeonho his reason to live? But no matter how he tried to explain the size of his feelings, Yeonho would never fully grasp it.

Yeonho was different from him. He had so much even without Siwoo. There was no reason for him to be blindly devoted. The possessiveness Yeonho showed now would mean nothing the moment he lost interest.

He could claim something as his one moment, then toss it away once he got bored. He was only twenty. Could he really say he’d never feel that same desire for something else in the future?

The stress of being someone who could be replaced at any time was unspeakable.

“You’re better off not knowing how I really feel…”

He hoped Yeonho would never realize how terrified he was of being abandoned after their first time.

Yeonho slept until dusk, then woke and clung to Siwoo with his whole body. He didn’t want to let him go.

That day, Siwoo broke the rules his parents established for the first time. Staying out without a valid excuse. But even if Yeonho hadn’t begged him, he wouldn’t have left. Leaving Yeonho alone after today was something no human should do.

For the first time since their orientation trip, Yeonho spent the night with Siwoo. He lay in his arms, blinking sleepily before dozing off. Each time he woke in the early hours, he reached down to touch Siwoo again, wanting him to press into the tingling, aching spot near his navel.

Half-asleep, Siwoo murmured with a kiss,

“Yeonho, if we keep this up, you’re going to be sore tomorrow.”

That was the calm, composed Siwoo Yeonho knew, the one who always put him first, kind and gentle.

“I’m going to hurt anyway. Not doing it doesn’t mean it won’t hurt. I’ll just be someone who didn’t have sex but is still sore.”

Yeonho loved the way Siwoo lost all control, throwing everything aside to come at him. He teased him again and again, waking him up repeatedly.

Siwoo entered him twice more that night. The second time, pleasure finally overtook pain. Even the first time had felt incredible, enough to make his mind go blank. But the raw pain of being stretched had overshadowed it. Doing it again dulled the pain and sharpened the pleasure.

When Siwoo entered him a third time, they changed positions. On all fours like an animal, Yeonho took him from behind. It felt like Siwoo’s cock might pierce through his belly, going even deeper than when they were face to face.

Watching Siwoo’s face, ruled purely by instinct, Yeonho realized he actually enjoyed being pinned and dominated. Even though he preferred the weight of Siwoo’s body on top of him, there was something thrilling about arching his back, lifting his ass, and offering himself up like this.

Siwoo, who had given in to Yeonho’s temptations all night, opened his eyes in the morning and stared at the ceiling, reflecting on what he’d done. He’d probably crossed a lot of lines.

He’d smeared cum all over Yeonho’s hole, stuffed it inside, and even plugged it with his fingers, like he wanted to be kept inside him forever.

“Ah… that was filthy.”

He’d tried to be gentle, but once the stimulation crossed a line, he couldn’t control himself. Was Kim Siwoo always this depraved? He’d done the kind of things he usually hated the most. He felt sorry toward Yeonho.

The problem was, he hadn’t even shown a third of his desire yet. There was still more. He knew there would be more times he’d have to apologize. He planned to love Yeonho while apologizing appropriately, and he hoped Yeonho would do the same for him.

Looking at Yeonho sleeping naked in his arms, Siwoo wished every day could start like this. That morning, he woke him in a slightly different way. He slid his tongue into Yeonho’s mouth as he breathed softly in sleep, and pushed his cock into the still-open hole, sealing himself inside to begin the day as one with him.

“Mmm…”

Still not fully awake, Yeonho wrapped his arms tightly around Siwoo’s neck. The moment Siwoo’s cock hit the spot near his belly button from behind, Yeonho’s whole body jolted. All ten toes curled inward midair.

“Ngh… haa… aaah…!”

“Yeonho.”

Clear fluid trickled from Yeonho’s cock. Eyes snapping open, he screamed in shock at the sight of himself uncontrollably leaking. Siwoo smiled and gently stroked his head.

“Aah!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Just let it out.”

Yeonho tried to hold back, but each time he did, Siwoo slammed into him again, making restraint impossible. Whimpering, Yeonho hid his face in his hands. Siwoo, unable to stop smiling, kissed the top of his head over and over. He was unbearably sweet up top. But below, he kept thrusting, trying to draw out every last drop from Yeonho’s body.

Even though they were alone, Siwoo whispered into Yeonho’s ear as if sharing a secret.

“Don’t worry. You’re just not done growing. I’ll wash you and do the laundry.”

“Haa… what is this…”

“Let me see your face.”

After kissing his hands and wrists, Yeonho finally dropped them, giving up on his pride. He let his body go limp, letting Siwoo continue to thrust into him as he stared blankly down at his leaking cock. The shame was overwhelming, but now that it had come to this, he chose to surrender and be shameless.

Their lower bodies were soaked. Yeonho squeezed and relaxed his slick entrance and asked Siwoo,

“How am I? Do you like it?”

It was a bold question, masked in a shy voice. Only his expression was timid, his tone was anything but. Siwoo thrust slowly in time with Yeonho tightening around him and answered gently.

“I can’t remember how I lived before this. It’s like everything before was a lie. I love it.”

“Don’t compare. Just live knowing I’m the best. Forever.”

A lifelong monogamous sex life was almost an impossible fantasy, but Siwoo hoped Yeonho would live that fantasy with him. Even as Yeonho said things like:

“Oh yeah, I had sex with Kim Yeonho, third-year architecture major.”

“How was he? Was he good?”

“Come here. I’ll whisper it just to you.”

With a mischievous grin, Yeonho whispered dirty praises and vivid details directly into Siwoo’s ear. Siwoo eagerly nodded, soaking in every filthy word into his eardrums.