Kim Woo Jin’s restraint snapped like a thread pulled too tight.

He didn’t hesitate. In one swift motion, he scooped Aaron into his arms, holding him close—tight, possessive, like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between them.

With a sharp kick, he shoved the bedroom door open. It slammed against the wall, but he didn’t stop—not even for a second. Their mouths stayed locked in a messy, breathless kiss. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow. It was hungry. Desperate. Like they’d been waiting forever and couldn’t wait a moment longer.

Kim Woo Jin dropped Aaron onto the bed, crawling over him like a man starved. His hands were already under Aaron’s shirt, dragging across warm skin. His touch was rough, greedy.

Without a second thought, Kim Woo Jin yanked the shirt over Aaron’s head and tossed it aside carelessly, barely sparing it a glance. 

His gaze raked over Aaron’s body, hungry and unrelenting. Every inch of pale, milky skin was laid bare before him—soft, flushed, almost glowing under the dim light. His breath hitched sharply, his chest rising as if the sight alone knocked the air from his lungs.

Then his eyes landed—and stayed—on Aaron’s chest.

Pink, sensitive, and already peaked with arousal, Aaron’s nipples stood out like delicate cherries. Vulnerable. Perfect. Waiting for him.

The drug began to fade, leaving Kim Woo Jin's mind hazy and his thoughts clouded with a single, overpowering emotion—lust. Everything else blurred. All he could feel was heat. Craving. Need.

He hovered, staring like a starved man at his first meal in years—no, like a man on the edge of obsession.

Then, his mouth moved with no mercy as it closed over Aaron’s nipple—lips parting just enough to take it in, tongue circling slowly at first, then flicking with growing urgency. He suckled hard, his tongue lashing the sensitive bud, then soothing it with gentle kisses, only to return with another fierce pull.

His hand tightened around Aaron’s waist, holding him in place as his mouth worshipped every inch. Every flick of his tongue, every kiss, every heated suck was desperate—dripping with hunger.

Aaron gasped, soft and shaky, and the sound ripped through Kim Woo Jin like a spark to dry kindling.

The more he heard those breathy moans, the more addicted he became. His mouth moved instinctively, lavishing Aaron’s sensitive peaks like he couldn’t stop—like Aaron’s pleasure was the only thing keeping him alive.

But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

His hands began to roam, slow and deliberate, gliding down Aaron’s sides as if trying to memorize every curve. His fingers grazed over warm, supple skin, lingering with a reverence that made Aaron tremble.

Aaron’s thoughts blurred. He could barely hold onto a single one through the haze of sensation that wrapped around him like fire. Every brush of Kim Woo Jin’s fingertips sent sparks shooting through his nerves, igniting heat low in his belly. His skin felt too tight, too aware—like every inch of him ached to be touched. Woo Jin’s lips were everywhere, hot and consuming, dragging needy gasps from his throat he didn’t know he could make.

Kim Woo Jin kissed his way down Aaron’s chest with slow, open-mouthed kisses, each one wetter, deeper, and more lingering than the last. He didn’t miss a spot—his mouth grazing over the swell of a pec, down the center of his chest, tongue flicking over a pink nipple once, twice, before sucking it between his lips.

Aaron arched, a whimper slipping past his lips.

Heat curled through him like smoke. His chest tingled where Woo Jin’s mouth claimed him, and when that sinful tongue circled his nipple again, gently teasing, he felt a throb of need pulse deep inside him. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. It was too much—and not enough all at once.

Woo Jin groaned against him, the sound vibrating into Aaron’s skin. His free hand had found its way to Aaron’s other nipple, pinching and rolling it gently between his fingers, tugging just enough to make Aaron gasp and clutch at the sheets beneath him.

Then, with a hunger that couldn’t be masked, Woo Jin began trailing lower. His lips worshipped the line of Aaron’s ribs, his hands spreading over his stomach, thumbs sweeping gently across twitching skin.

When he reached Aaron’s navel, he paused—just for a moment.

Then he kissed it. Soft. Possessive. Slow.

His tongue dipped just beneath, tasting the heat that pooled there. His breath was warm against damp skin, and his fingers dug gently into Aaron’s waist as if grounding himself from doing more—too fast.

Aaron couldn’t stop the way his body responded. His stomach tensed, his breath hitched, and a whine escaped him before he could swallow it down. He was falling apart beneath every touch, every kiss, like he was being unraveled from the inside out. And still, he wanted more. Needed more. He felt desired, craved—like Kim Woo Jin wasn’t just touching his body but setting it on fire.

Woo Jin lifted his head just enough to look up at him—eyes dark, jaw tight, pupils blown wide with hunger. Every breath came harsh and shallow. The last threads of reason slipped from his mind, torn apart by the overwhelming pull of his rut. Logic was gone. All that remained was the aching, instinctual need to claim Aaron, to ruin him in the most beautiful way, to make him cry out his name until the walls remembered it.

His hands moved with greedy purpose, spreading Aaron’s legs without hesitation. He leaned in, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to the inside of Aaron’s thigh, right over the fabric of his jeans. One hand slid down, quick and practiced, stripping away the last barriers between them. As the jeans came off, his breath hitched—a sharp, audible sound of disbelief and awe.

There he was.

Aaron. Laid bare. Flushed. Spread open.

His breath stuttered in his throat. The sight of Aaron’s pale thighs parted like that, his cock flushed and leaking, and that tight, tempting hole twitching with the tiniest flinch—it was obscene. It was beautiful. It was everything Woo Jin had fantasized about and more.

'So damn small', he thought wildly. 

His throat bobbed. His cock pulsed, hard and aching with need. He was close to losing it. Close to breaking.

Aaron felt the weight of Kim Woo Jin’s stare like fire on his skin. He glanced down—and froze.

Those eyes. Dark, intense, possessive—help Aaron captive. There was no mistaking it; Kim Woo Jin wasn't simply looking at him. He was consuming him with his gaze, like a predator eyeing its prey.

Heat shot through Aaron’s core. His chest rose in quick gasps, not from fear—but anticipation. He felt exposed but not in a way that scared him. In a way that made him ache.

'He’s going to break me', Aaron thought, lightheaded from anticipation. 

Kim Woo Jin's finger brushed against Aaron's entrance, and Aaron flinched slightly, his body trembling under the touch. Woo Jin paused for a moment, his breath ghosting over Aaron’s cheek as he leaned in and caught Aaron’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss, devouring every gasp and moan that escaped him.

Their mouths moved together with desperate unity; the kiss was both grounding and electric. As their lips parted and met again, Kim Woo Jin’s finger pressed inward into the tight heat, slowly pushing past the initial resistance. The sensation was intoxicating—the warmth, the tightness—it sent a wave of exhilaration coursing through his veins.

Aaron’s body arched, his soft moans vibrated against Kim Woo Jin’s mouth. His lips clung desperately to Kim Woo Jin’s tongue.

Kim Woo Jin’s mind was lost in the haze of the moment, utterly consumed. The way Aaron's walls instinctively tightened around his finger, the tremor in his body, the way his soft gasps turned into breathless whimpers—it melted every last bit of restraint Kim Woo Jin had carefully maintained.

As he felt the tight heat begin to yield, Kim Woo Jin eased in a second finger. The movement caused Aaron’s back to arch, his lips parting with a sound that was half-moan, half-whimper, that made Woo Jin falter momentarily. He stilled, then softened, brushing his lips over Aaron's cheek before continuing.

He moved his fingers carefully, exploring the tightness; Aaron’s muffled whimpers and soft moans only spurred him further. His control wavered, the temptation to take Aaron completely overwhelming, but he held himself back. Not yet.

When he finally slid in a third finger, Kim Woo Jin's movements remained gentle despite the rush of desire coursing through him. Aaron’s body tensed, a few stray tears spilling from the corners of his eyes, but he didn’t stop him. Beneath the discomfort, there was a growing pleasure that melted through the pain, and Aaron surrendered to the sensations.

Kim Woo Jin’s fingers teased deep within, brushing against a sensitive spot that made Aaron jolt violently. His body arched beautifully as a strangled moan caught in his throat.

“K-Kim Woo Jin!” Aaron gasped, his trembling hands gripping Kim Woo Jin’s arm in desperation.

“I—ah, I’m about to—” 

The words dissolved into a moan, his entire body quaking as he climaxed. His breath hitching, chest lifting as he trembled through it, eyes squeezed shut as if the force of it overwhelmed him. Warmth spilled across his stomach, and though he looked like a masterpiece undone by desire, in Woo Jin’s eyes, there was nothing more breathtaking.

For a brief moment, Aaron lay there trembling. But just as he began to relax, Kim Woo Jin withdrew his fingers.

Aaron blinked, dazed. “Wait—” he started, but the words evaporated when he felt the blunt heat of Woo Jin pressing against him.

There was no warning. Just a slow, relentless pressure—then a sudden fullness that stole every word from Aaron's lips. 

Kim Woo Jin groaned low in his throat. The warmth he had felt through his fingers couldn’t compare to what he was experiencing now. Aaron’s insides were impossibly warm and soft, wrapping around him in a way that made every nerve in his body ignite. 

“Aaron…” he whispered, voice rough and almost broken. “You feel… you feel like you were made for me.”

Aaron couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe.

But he didn’t want to stop.

His fingers clutched Woo Jin’s back, nails dragging weakly down damp skin. It hurt. It burned. But none of it mattered. He wanted Kim Woo Jin.

“I don’t think I can stop,” Woo Jin murmured against his temple, shaking. “Even if I wanted to.”

Aaron didn't answer. Instead, his lips brushed against Woo Jin’s jaw, his voice so soft it was barely a breath: “Then don’t.”

The words shattered every last wall Woo Jin had. He pulled his hips back slowly, almost pulling away completely, only to thrust forward again with more force. The movement made Aaron cry out, his body arching as Kim Woo Jin’s length brushed against sensitive inner walls. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure and pain blending together in a way that made Aaron’s head spin.

Tears clung to the corners of Aaron’s eyes as he gasped for air. He wanted to beg Kim Woo Jin to slow down, to give him a moment to adjust—but the pleasure was too consuming, and the words came out differently. 

“More…” he whispered, his voice trembling, laced with raw need.

That single word struck through Woo Jin like lightning. Heat surged within him, and he obeyed without hesitation. His hips moved again, this time plunging deeper, hitting spots within Aaron that made him moan uncontrollably. The sound of Aaron’s voice, breathless and desperate, only fueled him further.

Kim Woo Jin’s movements grew more purposeful, each thrust harder and deeper than the last, as if he was trying to imprint himself on every inch of Aaron. The room filled with the rhythm of their bodies and Aaron’s cries, the intensity building with every passing second.

Kim Woo Jin couldn’t remember a time when he’d felt this good—this alive. Aaron’s body was a perfect fit, his warmth and softness wrapping around him like nothing he’d ever experienced before. Every inch of him was on fire; he was burning, lost in the feeling, driven to madness by the tight heat that held him so completely.

"I don’t think I can stop," Kim Woo Jin whispered, his voice rough and strained. The thought of pulling away, of leaving this intoxicating warmth, was unbearable. He wanted to stay here, to keep feeling this overwhelming pleasure as long as he could.

Every moan, every gasp that escaped Aaron’s lips made his desire spiral further out of control. The way Aaron arched beneath him, the way his hands gripped onto Kim Woo Jin’s shoulders as if he never wanted to let go—it was like fuel to the fire burning inside him.

“I don’t want this to end,” Kim Woo Jin thought, his movements becoming more desperate. Each thrust brought him deeper, closer, and every time he withdrew, he craved the return even more. The way they moved together felt too perfect, too addictive.