"I'm honored to debut with all of you—and to do it as your leader. I'm the oldest here, and as your hyung it's already my job to look after everyone. As your leader, I hope I can carry that responsibility and work hard with you. Thank you."

Lan Yu stared at Luke at the head of the table, delivering what sounded like a well-rehearsed script. Ah, shit. He couldn't help cursing under his breath. Luke was the oldest in the group, but he also had the shortest trainee period, which was why his selection for the debut unit stirred so much controversy at first. Still, with expression control this good, who could deny he had idol chops? Lan Yu watched, speechless, as Luke finished his modest spiel and stacked on a showroom smile. Minutes ago he'd walked in on two of his own members having sex...

It would be a lie to say Lan Yu hadn't imagined their secret slipping out. From the moment Kaede agreed to be friends-with-benefits, Lan Yu had run through countless scenarios of how it might spill into daylight. First discovery by the members—who lived practically on top of one another—was inevitable. He'd even drafted a few explanations for when the team found out, flimsy as they were; Lan Yu never fought unprepared. What he hadn't accounted for was that sometimes exposure arrives without warning—and without time to react.

Day one of debut, and a teammate saw him in the act. That was never in the plan.

Lan Yu pressed his temples; the headache pounded. Ah, shit.

Worst of all—he lifted his head just enough to meet the eyes of Kaede, sitting directly across from him—this guy.

"Am I interrupting?"

Luke's question hit the quiet utility room like a swinging hammer. Lan Yu's mind blanked, groping for any reply. He couldn't tell if Luke's rising intonation was a real question or a rhetorical one—whether Luke even expected an answer. Still, he wanted to say something.

Kaede did not. The line sparked like a fuse and dragged something raw out of him. His hips suddenly sped up; the cock that had paused in Lan Yu just a moment ago began to drive again, hard and fast. The jolt made Lan Yu jump. He hadn't even strung together a choice curse before a surge of pleasure punched a sound out of his throat. He slapped a hand over his mouth, but that didn't muffle the wet slap of flesh from below—if anything, holding back only made every smack echo louder in the small room.

Ah, shit. He'd lost count of how many times he'd thought it.

Kaede was the do-what-he-wants type; once he decided on something, no one could move him. In calmer contexts people call that "steadfastness." Applied to the present circumstances -- Kaede industriously occupied with Lan Yu -- it felt rather less like a virtue; still, his behavior didn't exactly come out of nowhere to Lan Yu. What did was Luke, who remained ramrod-straight in the doorway, apparently untroubled by the way Kaede's hips kept getting more ambitious.

He couldn't be a voyeur, could he? That was the only "diagnosis" Lan Yu's brain produced. But one glance at Luke's crotch—nothing. Fine, then: erectile dysfunction, maybe.

"You... why... why didn't you close the door..." he managed to squeeze out between clenched-teeth breaths. God, that sounds like an invitation. He wanted to smack himself. Kaede must have sensed the impulse; the next thrust landed brutally deep. Da—mn.

"I..."

"How are you thinking about anything else?" Kaede murmured against his ear, teeth catching his lobe. "Not satisfied?"

This time Lan Yu knew it wasn't a real question—Kaede left him no room to answer. He would almost pull out, letting Lan Yu think he could catch a breath, then drive back to that inner swell that lit him up. Words scattered. He was only afraid that someone else might barge in through that ever-open door and catch the two of them at the scene of the crime; from the look of things, Kaede wasn't going to stop just because there was an audience. Worse—Lan Yu stole a glance at Luke, who had considerately pulled the door to and showed not the slightest intention of leaving—he didn't seem inclined to end his little viewing, either.

"Stop looking at him," Kaede said, turning Lan Yu's face back to his own. Their eyes met. "Don't you want to have sex with me?"

I must be out of my mind, Lan Yu thought, to find Kaede—after saying that—so disarmingly cute I almost fainted.

Fine. He's already seen it. A little more won't kill me. Lan Yu looped his arms around Kaede's neck and pulled him down, covering his mouth with a kiss. His tongue swept Kaede's lips and teeth. He knew that familiar lipstick by heart, and yet every time they tongued, a sweetness spread that didn't come from the stick at all—peaking only when their tongues wound tight.

"Look at you," Kaede said, a hand already wrapped around Lan Yu's cock. His thumb stroked slow circles over the tip; clear pre-cum welled thicker with every pass. "Just from kissing?"

"Y-yeah..." Lan Yu's face burned. He didn't want to deny it.

"Mm." Pleased, Kaede leaned in further until their chests were flush, heartbeats thudding at the same pace, loud through bone.

One hand cupped Lan Yu's jaw; his tongue slipped out, and Kaede's hunted it—twining like a predator that had waited long enough. The sweetness sharpened. Maybe because there was an audience today, Kaede kissed with a sovereignty he didn't bother to hide. On normal days Lan Yu could steal breaths between kisses; tonight he felt like he was drowning in a storm. Every time he tried to come up for air, Kaede chased him, nipping his lower lip and refusing to let go.

There was no scolding left in him. Pre-cum slicked both their skin, and Kaede used that slick to press them tighter, grinding heat into Lan Yu's lower belly while the deep angle kept punching that inner knot from behind. The double pressure snapped something open.

"No, w-wait... I'm... I'm gonna cum..." He clutched Kaede hard; a shiver ripped through him and thick white jets striped both their stomachs before pattering to the floor.

"Ha..." Lan Yu's face was crimson, breath ragged, limbs gone soft like he'd staggered off a marathon course. Then he realized: Kaede was still hard inside him. Very hard.

"Why'd you finish without me?" Kaede brushed back his drooping bangs, looking down at the flushed, gasping mess beneath him. His tone was teasing. "I'm not done."

"... ah..." Before Lan Yu could recover, the cock inside him started up again, finding that spot with cruel precision. Post-orgasm sensitivity turned raw pleasure into an onrushing wave. If the first had been surf breaking on sand, this was a tsunami.

"No, don't... don't..." The escalation was too fast; there was nowhere to run.

"With me," Kaede said. Then he pressed down again, sealing Lan Yu's protests with his mouth. His hips drove harder, faster, every thrust widening its arc—until all Lan Yu could do was stare, helpless, at the oncoming tsunami.

His pace grew and grew, until his brow knotted tight. "... mm..." A rough sound broke from him, and then he spilled—pulse after pulse—heat pressing through the condom, felt against Lan Yu's walls. Lan Yu, though, had no space left for that warmth.

Kaede noticed the clear fluid streaming from Lan Yu's tip, soaking their shirts and pooling at their feet. "And this is...?" he asked, smiling as Lan Yu tried to bury his face.

"... Don't look at me..." Lan Yu wished the floor would flood higher so he could drown in it. Did he screw me until I peed? Even thinking it made him want to off himself.

"Are you two finished?" At that moment, however, Luke's voice suddenly appeared from behind them.

"..." Shit, totally didn't remember that there was a Luke beside them watching their action scene the whole time. Lan Yu felt ashamed of himself for not going to die right now.

"We have to continue the meeting later. I don't think any of your clothes will fit. I'll go get you all a new set?"

"... Okay ...," Lan Yu responded sheepishly. Can't go to hell in clothes covered in semen and suspected urine.

After realizing that his sight met Lan Yu's, Kaede's mouth lifted in a meaningful curve. This is teasing me, right? Lan Yu concluded with a single-mindedness.

Although it had always been clear that Kaede Fujiwara was a different person in bed and in everyday life, as if the coldness of his everyday life would quickly thaw and burn into a blazing fire once the two of them stripped off their clothes, burning away the sense of proportion that he usually kept in mind at all times, but today's Kaede had really scared Lan Yu. Lan Yu awkwardly moved away from their intertwined sight. Yet the sex just now was stepping so close to swallowing himself in one bite, as if it were asserting territorial sovereignty over a potential enemy - albeit with his cock to do so. This side of Kaede was something Lan Yu had never seen before, but Lan Yu surprisingly found this side of him unexpectedly adorable, and he really was crazy.

And what did Luke think? Lan Yu cast his eyes back on Luke once again. Wouldn't a normal person who accidentally bumped into such a scene leave in embarrassment? Would he stand there calmly like him and not leave? However, judging from his behavior, he didn't seem like he was simply watching the show or wanted to join in. Is it possible that he's just concerned as a team leader? Worrying about a sex scandal affecting the group on the first day of the group's debut was indeed a big concern for a team leader, but would anyone go as far as he did? Lan Yu pondered while his hand kneaded the uniform Luke had just gotten for them. It was only when he took the new clothes Luke handed them that Lan Yu realized he had forgotten to tell him his size, but when he flipped open the collar to confirm it, he realized it was exactly his size. Was it a coincidence? That thought was dismissed by himself when he saw the team uniform that had been changed to fit on Kaede.

Just a simple and considerate team leader persona? Lan Yu froze in thought as he looked at Luke's face.

"We're going to have a very busy schedule ahead of us." The manager had replaced Luke's original standing position at some point, holding a clip with a bunch of documents in his hand as he flipped through them, "We need to shoot the group and individual photos today, followed by the concept movie for your debut showcase. So we'll be going directly to the site later to prepare for makeup and rehearsal, so you guys pack up now and follow me."

"Yes." Everyone said in unison.