The campus buzzed with confused, exhausted students, rushing to change classrooms or finish a coffee in record time. The air smelled of asphalt and mid-semester stress, yet Hanjae seemed perfectly at ease. Backpack slung over his shoulder, his pace unhurried, he carried the smile of someone who knew exactly where he was going and why.

He was there for something simple: to talk with a professor about organizing the seminar that would involve selected students from different departments. A trip to Daegu. Three days away.

He’d chosen this time on purpose because that professor happened to be teaching Jeon Jiwoon’s class in that very room, right then.

Hanjae leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, gaze locked on one spot.
Jiwoon.

Dark shirt, two buttons undone, showing just a hint of his sculpted chest. Black and purple striped pants clinging to his ass like they’d been sewn on. He was presenting a project—and damn, he was good at it. Confident, engaging, competent.

Hanjae felt the blood rush downward, his tongue sting, his breath slow. He was turned on, badly. He managed to hide it only thanks to years of self-control, but inside he was a bomb ready to explode.

Then, as his eyes traveled back up, he caught Jiwoon’s dark gaze fixed on him.

The presentation ended and the students applauded, but Jiwoon was already heading toward him.
He smiled. “Hey. What are you doing here?”

Hanjae kept his tone cool. “I just need to talk with the professor about the seminar in Daegu.”

Jiwoon tilted his head. “Ah, right! Well, did you see my presentation? What did you think?”

“Interesting.” Hanjae cut him short, already looking at the professor. “Sorry, I have to go now.”

He brushed past him. Didn’t turn back. Didn’t give him time to answer. He knew that if he kept breathing in Jiwoon’s scent, he wouldn’t be able to control the bulge in his pants—and there was no way he could face a professor with an erection like some horny middle schooler, right?

Jiwoon froze, bewildered. Eyes locked on the back of his neck.
It felt like he’d just been slapped for no reason.

“Jiwoon? You coming or not?” Minhyu called out.

He turned slowly, eyes narrowing at the professor’s hand now resting on Hanjae’s shoulder. Finally, he forced a laugh and joined the others.

. . .

After finishing with the professor, Hanjae crossed the courtyard unhurriedly. He spotted them—Jiwoon with his friends, and among them, Jun Woo—the guy with the new car and the useless chatter.

“Jun Woo,” Hanjae called casually. “Can I borrow your car? I need to take some materials to the department, it’s urgent.”

Jun Woo blinked in confusion, then nodded. “Sure, it’s the gray one. Watch the brakes.”

“Perfect.”

Within a minute, he was beside Jiwoon. He grabbed his wrist and pulled him along.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Jiwoon barked.

“Shut that mouth, Jiwoon.”

He shoved him into the backseat and slammed the door shut.
The car was small, cramped, suffocating—but the air was vibrating with tension.

Hanjae pounced on him, giving him no time to react.
He kissed him.
Bit him.
Fumbled with his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and had him in his hand in seconds.

“Shit…” he whispered.

“W-What are you doing?”

“You were so damn sexy back there…” Jiwoon felt his breath on his cock as Hanjae licked him along the length. “Fuck, I almost ended up spreading my legs for you right there in front of everyone,” he admitted, wrapping his lips around the tip and teasing with his tongue.

Jiwoon nearly came then and there, hand gripping the seat, but he still managed to grin. “Ah, so that’s why you ignored me?” he asked, gasping for air.

Hanjae looked up at him, sharp, mischievous eyes glinting. “Why, did you get offended?”

Jiwoon’s gaze burned red, silently begging him to go deeper.

“My Jiwoon needs so much attention, huh?”

Hanjae narrowed his eyes, savoring the thought.
Then finally: “Well, now I can give you all the attention you want, hm?”

He swallowed him down mercilessly.

Jiwoon’s head snapped back, hitting the window as he moaned. His hands tangled in Hanjae’s red hair. His legs trembled, face and chest flushed crimson.

“H-Hanjae… fuck…”

Hanjae looked up from below, eyes shameless, tongue moving like it knew exactly how to destroy him.

He made him feel good. Too good.
So good it wasn’t enough.

He pulled away briefly, making Jiwoon whine.

Then Hanjae quickly stripped off his pants and briefs, tossing them aside. He returned to Jiwoon’s cock, stroking it, licking up the precum, taking him down deep until his gag reflex tightened around the head.

Jiwoon almost lost it again, groaning at the sensation.

Then he noticed Hanjae’s breathing quicken—his hand now between his own legs, preparing himself.

Jiwoon clenched his jaw, released his grip on Hanjae’s damp hair, and scrambled for the pocket of the jacket lying beside him.

Hanjae froze when Jiwoon waved a small packet of lube in his face.

He looked at the packet, then at Jiwoon, precum dripping from his lips. Back at the packet. Then at him again. “Excuse me, and what happened to the rule about not fucking other people?”

Jiwoon’s eyes went wide, panicked. “N-No, I didn’t buy this for anyone else!” he blurted. “I-I got it for… for us…”

Hanjae straightened up. “W-What?” A smile tugged at his lips, almost against his will.
“And how exactly did you know we’d end up having sex at the university?”

Jiwoon flushed, looking away. “I-I-I didn’t… I didn’t know…”

Hanjae leaned close, their faces barely apart, eyes half-lidded and teasing. “But you hoped for it… didn’t you?”

Jiwoon chuckled. “Actually, it was one of my… you know, forbidden dreams.” He brushed Hanjae’s face with his hand. “But it wasn’t something Mi—”

He cut himself off, realizing he was about to make a colossal mistake.
He met Hanjae’s glare. “Never mind. Come here.” He kissed his lips, then wrapped an arm around his waist.

In a swift move, Jiwoon flipped their positions, pressing Hanjae’s back against the car door.

He spread his legs wide, one propped on the seatback.
He tore open the lube, pouring it generously onto his fingers.

Then he went at him.
Stretching, teasing, scissoring him open until he slid in a third finger.

Once, with Minji, Jiwoon had always been careful, touching like he was afraid she might break.

But now, with Hanjae beneath him, it was different. He felt solid, strong, as if his body wasn’t just ready to take him—it demanded it. No, it challenged him to go deeper.

“S-Stop,” Hanjae panted, smacking his arm. “I-I’m ready! Put it in already!”

Jiwoon, lost in the motions, needed a second to register the words.

“Jiwoon!” Hanjae barked, though amused. “Are you gonna fuck me or not?”

Jiwoon’s face flushed hot. “Y-Yes!” Stammering, he lined himself up and thrust all the way in.

He took him with hunger. A blind, raw hunger that burned inside him and only Hanjae could quench.

There was no logic.
Only urgency, need.
The desperate drive to sink into him and forget everything else.

Their moans filled the fogged-up car. Jiwoon pounded into him, hips slamming harder each time. Hanjae groaned, clutching the seat, giving in. The rhythm quickened, overwhelming.

Their hands found each other, their lips brushing between gasps and kisses.

Jiwoon drove deeper and deeper, his raspy breath against Hanjae’s neck. Their bodies locked, chased, claimed each other.

When they came, it was together—shaking, gasping, drained.

“Now I can tell you your presentation was so good it gave me a hard-on.” Hanjae grinned through ragged breaths, arms looped around his neck. Their flushed, sweaty faces just a breath apart.

Jiwoon stared at his lips a moment too long, then feigned a pout. “You could’ve told me earlier, though.”

Hanjae laughed. “You’re the one at fault! You dress way too sexy!”

Jiwoon smirked. “Please, I’d get you hard even wearing a trash bag.”

Hanjae burst out laughing but didn’t deny it.

As they kept teasing each other, Jiwoon’s phone rang.
Jun Woo, read the screen.

“Shit… he’s gonna make us pay for this.”

“Hey, I paid for the TV, so you’re cleaning the car, got it?”

“You’re the one who came all over the place!”

“That’s not true! My cum’s only in your ass. What you see around is all yours!”

“Bastard, you can forget about the trip to Daegu if you keep this up, you know?”

Jiwoon chuckled, tossing him the pants he’d thrown onto the backseat earlier.
“Come on, grab your credit card.”