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There was something Minseok had been wondering for a while now.
If he was boring.
He wasn’t always like this. There was a time when he jumped into things without hesitation, said yes before thinking twice. But something shifted after he stopped quietly nursing his very long-even when he was in DRX-crush on Minhyung and finally—impossibly—became his boyfriend after winning Worlds again.
Now that they were together, Minseok found himself moving differently. More carefully. Less impulsively. As if one wrong step might shake the fragile magic of having Minhyung choose him.
It was expected, pining over a man who's been your teammate for so long will inevitably make you doubt any move you make. As if Minhyung wasn’t in love with Minseok since even before his own debut.
He didn't know when it started to scare him—the thought of being too vanilla, too shy, too... inexperienced. It grew even more when he realized Minhyung’s been with other people aside from himself.
But it was Wooje who pushed that worry over the edge one evening over their simple midnight snack adventures with just the two of them.
"I'm sorry, what?" Minseok asked, blinking.
Wooje took a slow sip from his straw and said, “Hyunjoon-hyung and I did water sports recently.”
Minseok’s brain flatlined.
Wooje didn’t stop there. “It was kind of exciting. I didn’t think I’d like it, but the moment I let it out—” he bit his lip and looked up thoughtfully, “—it felt... freeing. Like I was just letting everything go.”
Minseok choked on air. “You what?!”
“I know, right?” Wooje smiled dreamily. “You feel nervous at first, but once you commit, it’s all adrenaline.”
Minseok stared at him, horrified, jaw slightly agape.
Wooje went on, totally unfazed. “I wasn’t even embarrassed afterward. Hyunjoon-hyung said I looked good when I finished. And I felt amazing. You should try it sometime with Minhyung-hyung.”
Minseok could only nod stiffly, thoughts spinning wildly.
That night, he laid in bed beside Minhyung, trying very hard not to imagine what Wooje and Hyunjoon had been doing…but it was no use.
It stuck in his head—the casualness of it, the confidence. Wooje did that. Minseok could barely ask for eye contact during head without his stomach doing flips.
Surely, Minseok can’t be this boring, he thought, pulling the blanket over his face.
Tomorrow night, he’ll change it.
Meanwhile, Wooje was groaning beside Hyunjoon in Wooje’s room, flopped on his back like he’d just been through a war.
“You good, babe?” Hyunjoon asked, idly playing with Wooje’s short, damp hair.
“I think I’m still sore.”
“From last time?”
“Yeah, from swimming,” Wooje muttered. "The current at the beach was so strong. Water sports is not for the weak. It’s so brutal.”
Hyunjoon laughed. “I told you it’s fun.”
“I kinda wanna do it again,” Wooje admitted. “I like beating you at surfing.”
“You can’t beat me at swimming, though.”
“Our instructor said otherwise.”
“Okay, our instructor wasn’t exactly watching my technique,” Hyunjoon said, gesturing smugly to his abs.
Wooje groaned and tried to sit up, but Hyunjoon tugged him back down with a grin. “Don’t sulk. You still look sexy when you lose.”
Wooje rolled his eyes, half-smiling. “Whatever. Anyway, I told Minseokie-hyung to try it with Minhyungie-hyung.”
Hyunjoon blinked. “Swimming?”
“Water sports in general.”
Hyunjoon shrugged. “Minhyung does like swimming. Don’t know about Minseok, though.”
Wooje snorted. “I mean, those two are like... brand new. The best months to experiment in a relationship are the starting months.”
Hyunjoon grinned. “Then good for them. Some bonding time in the water might help with that.”
Wooje hummed, unaware that back at the T1 dorm, His hyung was absolutely misinterpreting every word.
Minseok giggled into Minhyung’s shoulder, warm from beer and whatever cheap soju Hyunjoon had put in the fridge earlier in the night. The two stayed in their small room, drinking the night away since it was their day off tomorrow. Minhyung was patient, even as Minseok clung to him like he was his favorite pillow.
“You’re heavy,” Minhyung murmured, brushing Minseok’s hair off his forehead.
“I’m your boyfriend,” Minseok slurred, poking Minhyung’s cheek. “You have to carry me.”
“I will,” Minhyung said, lifting him with ease to place him on their bed. “Always.”
He tucked him into bed, about to leave for a glass of water, when Minseok’s hand curled into his shirt.
“Wait. Minhyung.”
“Yeah?”
Minseok blinked up at him. His lips parted. Then closed. Then parted again. “Do you think I’m boring?”
Minhyung frowned. “What?”
“I don’t ask for… things.” Minseok’s voice dropped, his gaze hazy but serious. “But I’ve been thinking about something for weeks, and I couldn’t say it.”
Minhyung sat beside him, cradling his cheek. “Tell me now.”
“You’ll think I’m gross.”
“I won't.”
Minseok looked away, face burning. “Wooje told me… he and Hyunjoon did watersports .”
Minhyung blinked.
“And I can’t stop thinking about it,” Minseok rushed. “Not with them, I mean—us. I kept wondering how it feels, but I was too scared. It’s weird, right? It’s weird. Never mind.”
Minhyung’s fingers slid down to stroke his jaw. “You want to try it?”
Does Minhyung have any idea what watersports mean?
No. He has no clue. He assumes it's some sort of sport in the water, what else could it possibly be? And if Minseok wanted to try it, who is he to say no? When he looks this bashful, how could anyone say no?
Minseok nodded slowly. “Just once...I guess...I just—I want to know what it’s like. With you.”
Minhyung leaned forward, kissing him softly. “Let’s do it.”
It brought some sort of confidence in Minseok, possibly from the alcohol but he grabbed hold of his boyfriend, licking along Minhyung’s lip like he was chasing something sweet. Minseok won’t lie that as much as embarrassing as it sounds, he also felt some sort of excitement to the action.
Minhyung, still completely unaware that watersports had anything to do with sex, simply leaned in and responded, sliding his tongue into Minseok’s parted lips, one hand cradling his jaw with gentle care. He thought that Minseok was just in the mood.
He moved slowly—achingly slow—as his tongue swirled in Minseok’s mouth. Minseok’s breath caught when Minhyung paused to reach over to the nightstand, grabbing the small bottle of lube they’d left there days ago but hadn’t dared use until now.
“You okay?” Minhyung asked, voice low as he warmed the lube between his fingers.
“I—yeah,” Minseok said, though his voice wavered. His thighs tensed as Minhyung settled between them. “Just… nervous.”
Minhyung leaned in, lips ghosting over Minseok’s temple. “That’s okay. We’ll take our time.”
The first touch was gentle. His fingers waiting by Minseok’s entrance. Then he pressed in slowly, carefully and steadily. Minseok’s breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut.
“You’re doing so well,” Minhyung whispered, pressing another kiss to his cheek. “Tell me if anything feels off, okay?”
Minseok nodded, red-faced and trembling, his front growing with every curl of Minhyung’s finger. When a second finger joined, a soft sound slipped from his lips, he was already leaking, pre-cum slowly dripping to his stomach.
By the time the third finger pressed in, Minhyung found his prostate. Minseok’s hips shifted instinctively, a louder whimper escaping from him. He was breathless and barely clinging to the sheets. His chest rising and falling with each shallow inhale.
It sent a pulse of heat rushing through Minhyung’s body. His pants felt unbearably tight. He clenched his jaw, trying to breathe through it, to focus on Minseok. But every soft gasp, every twitch of Minseok’s hips, made his own restraint falter.
Minhyung pulled his fingers out slowly, watching the way Minseok’s breath trembled. He reached for the lube again with shaking hands, coating himself with care, every movement deliberate, with control that he’s trying to keep, even though the pressure in his body was almost unbearable now.
“Still okay?” he asked, voice low, hoarse.
Minseok nodded, cheeks flushed, eyes shining but steady. “Mhm…” Minhyung looked at his boyfriend spread beneath him—hole clenching over nothing, dick twitching, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth and then Minseok stretched the skin around his pink entrance. “Minhyungie, I need you.”
That undid him completely.
Minhyung leaned in, kissing him slowly as he lined up, one hand gripping Minseok’s thigh. He moved with care, easing in inch by inch, holding back every instinct that screamed at him to move faster. Minseok gasped, hands clutching at Minhyung’s back, but didn’t pull away.
When Minseok felt him entering, it was tight. Minhyung was too thick, too big—too much. It was overwhelming. He had to stop halfway, his forehead pressing against Minseok’s just to catch his breath.
“You’re okay,” he whispered to Minseok’s ear. “You’re perfect, Minseokie.”
“You’re so… big. Is it… all in?” Minseok asked, voice trembling, eyes pricking with tears.
“No,” Minhyung said gently.
“What?”
“Wait—Minseokie, you’re clenching too much. Try to relax. You’re going to snap me in half.”
Minseok could only let out a soft whimper as he struggled to adjust to the pressure inside him. Tears stung at the corners of his eyes, not from pain, but from how full he felt—like there wasn’t any more room to take him, and still Minhyung wasn’t all the way in.
Minhyung paused, breathing hard against Minseok’s cheek. “Do you want to stop?” he whispered, voice tight with worry.
But Minseok only whimpered, legs wrapping around Minhyung’s waist like instinct. “Don’t,” he slurred faintly, flushed and glassy-eyed. “Don’t go. You’re just bigger than my fingers–ngh .”
Minhyung nodded against his temple, steadying his breath. “I’m going slow,” he murmured, one hand sliding to Minseok’s hip as the other stayed firm beside his head. “Just hold on to me.”
Minseok gave a small, dizzy nod, arms tightening around Minhyung’s shoulders. His legs remained locked behind Minhyung’s back, pulling him closer—welcoming the stretch, the weight, the slow push forward
“Too much?” Minhyung asked
Minseok shook his head, though his lips trembled. “It’s—it’s just so much. You’re…” He couldn’t even finish.
Minhyung brushed a hand over his cheek, thumb tracing his lover's beauty mark just under his eye. “Tell me when. I won’t move until you say.”
Minseok sucked in a breath. His thighs trembled around Minhyung’s waist, the stretch making his entire body feel like it was vibrating. He didn’t know if he wanted to cry or beg for more. “Move, please. I can take it.”
Minhyung pushed deeper in, stopping at intervals, leaving Minseok a moaning mess.
“You’re so big, Minhyungie—you’re stretching me so wide,” Minseok whispered.
Minhyung kissed his shoulder. “Almost there. You’re doing so well.”
And then finally, he was fully bottomed out inside him—the stretch sharp, searing, and strangely grounding. Minseok could barely think, dazed and flushed, his hole gripping tightly around Minhyung’s length.
“I can feel all of you,” Minseok cried out, voice barely audible, clenching hard around Minhyung.
When Minhyung started to move, a moan escaped Minseok with every thrust in and out. He was trying to find Minseok’s sweet spot—but at that point, it didn’t even matter, because every movement made Minseok shiver, hypersensitive to it all.
Minseok then reached for him, voice needy. “Minhyungie… I wanna drink something… I need to— hngh .”
“There’s no water, Minseokie.”
“No, no. Not water.” His eyes stayed half-lidded as Minhyung moved again—and that’s when Minhyung picked up the hint.
He grabbed the soju bottle from the floor, took a mouthful, then leaned in to kiss Minseok. The soju swirled between their mouths, both of them growing even more intoxicated—Minseok especially, far more than Minhyung.
Minseok’s face was flushed, the heat trailing down his chest, all the way to his dick. Minhyung’s rough hands wandered lower, his thumb flicking over Minseok’s nipples. His mouth latched onto the other, biting down and sucking hard.
The man below him was overwhelmed with pleasure, and when he felt Minhyung grow harder inside him, tension began to knot in his stomach. It intensified when Minhyung found the spot he was looking for, and grew unbearable when he pressed his palm against Minseok’s abdomen.
“I’m all the way here, Minseokie. All the way.”
Minseok was drifting, his mind hazy. Minhyung’s palm wasn’t pressing just anywhere, but he was pressing right against his bladder. Every rough thrust was making Minseok closer to release.
His arms wrapped tightly around Minhyung’s shoulders, breath catching with every drag of friction. He had never felt like this.
He could feel every curve, every vein on Minhyung—he was so big, and all Minseok could do was take it and be a good, not boring boyfriend.
But with Minhyung’s tongue on his chest, the tip of his hard cock inside him abusing his prostate, and that wide palm pressing further down on his bladder, he was getting so close. He was already bracing for the embarrassment, trying to stop himself—but he held on to what Wooje had told him: that it would feel good right after.
Minseok’s ears were burning; he could feel the heat radiating off them.
“Are you close, baby?” Minhyung grunted.
Minseok couldn’t say anything, and that silence made Minhyung press his palm down harder. He could feel himself through Minseok. It drove him crazy, made him ram through his hole leaving it pulsating around nothing—the sound of their skin slapping louder than ever.
Minseok could only moan and moan, he became a crying mess. He had never felt anything like this—not this bare, not this full, not this close to unraveling at every single point of contact.
“I—” Minseok tried to speak, but it dissolved into a soft, hiccupped whimper. “I think I—Minhyung, it feels…”
Minhyung slowed down, just enough to cup Minseok’s face and kiss him softly. “Too much?”
Minseok shook his head—then nodded—then looked away, flushed to the ears.
“You’re… pressing on it. The… place,” he mumbled, barely coherent, even though they both knew what he meant. Though only Minseok truly understood.
And Minhyung—damn him—smiled.
“You like it?” he asked, picking up a rougher, faster pace, pressing further down on Minseok’s abdomen.
Minseok made a noise that could’ve been a protest or a plea, arching slightly as Minhyung rolled his hips again—just right.
“Minhyungie–”
His body tensed. The pressure was wild. He’d been holding it in too long without realizing it. Now, with every thrust, it felt like he was teetering on the edge of either cumming or—
“I’m gonna–” Minseok gasped.
“Come?” Minhyung asked, not slowing down at all.
Minseok shook his head frantically, eyes wide and tearing up. “No—I think I’m gonna—Minhyung, I can’t hold it—”
It hit too fast.
His back arched and his thighs trembled, a hot rush of liquid spilling out between their bodies. He didn’t even realize he’d started sobbing until Minhyung twitched inside him but completely still now.
“Minseokie…” Minhyung didn’t move at first—just stared, momentarily stunned. He thought to himself, ‘Wait, is this watersports?…’
He hadn’t expected it to be something so messy. Let alone it be right now. But what was strange was that he wasn’t put off by it. Because Minseok looked wrecked in the most devastating way—trembling, flushed, lips parted as he let go.
And against all logic, Minhyung couldn’t look away. It was raw. Shameless. Beautiful. He was even harder than before.
Minseok, still trembling, curled inward, as if trying to hide despite being pinned beneath his lover. His thighs were slick, his sides were wet, his chest rising and falling in shallow gasps, eyes glassy from overwhelmed tears and the flush of release.
"I'm sorry," Minseok sobbed out.
“You don’t have to say sorry,” Minhyung murmured, brushing his thumb over Minseok’s wet cheek. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Minseok’s lashes fluttered. “You… don’t think it’s gross?”
Minhyung leaned in, his lips ghosting over Minseok’s jaw. “Baby, I still haven’t come yet.”
His dick pressed against Minseok’s shivering thigh gently, letting his boyfriend feel the thick weight of his arousal, still hard, still wanting. “You looked so wrecked. So pretty. I couldn’t stop staring.”
Minseok bit his lip, blinking through a haze of embarrassment and something warmer, deeper, pooling in his stomach again.
Minhyung kissed him—slow and patient—while his hand slipped down between Minseok’s legs. Gentle strokes at first, coaxing, soothing. Minseok gasped.
“C-can’t again—” he whispered, but his body said otherwise, hips twitching up into Minhyung’s palm.
“Yes, you can,” Minhyung said, voice low and careful. “Besides, the bed’s already a mess. We might as well mess it up even more, no?” He looked at him with those piercing eyes—those same eyes Minseok couldn’t meet during the day, because they always reminded him of how gently Minhyung took care of him at night.
Minhyung didn’t rush. Didn’t push. He moved his hand stroking Minseok with that same steady rhythm, letting Minseok whimper and squirm, trailing his body with soft kisses and warm hands.
Every time Minseok tried to hide his face, Minhyung pulled him back. “Look at me. You’re beautiful like this.”
Minseok melted, eyes wet again, heart aching from how gently he was being held and undone at the same time. He didn’t even realize he’d said I love you until Minhyung whispered it back, smiling against his mouth.
Still dazed, still a mess, he wrapped his arms around Minhyung and let himself fall apart all over again.
“More soju, Minhyungie. A lot more.”
Minhyung brought the bottle to his lips, took a swig, then leaned in and passed it straight into Minseok’s mouth. The soju swirled between their tongues as Minseok swallowed it down, the burn sharp in his throat. Minseok stuck out his tongue and opened his small mouth, the alcohol in his blood working its magic. “There’s no more,” he said with a grin. Minhyung caught his tongue in a kiss, tasting the alcohol on him. Minseok looked divine like this.
Minhyung pulled his boyfriend onto his lap, Minseok’s back pressed against his chest. The position made it easier for Minhyung's hands to toy with the other's chest—his hands already moving faster now, his hard cock pressing against Minseok’s entrance.
Minseok positioned himself and sank down without hesitation, riding him as Minhyung stroked Minseok’s dripping cock again, his other hand pinching one of Minseok’s tender nipples.
“Min—hyung—” he whimpered, his voice breaking as his hips lifted helplessly into the rhythm.
Minhyung stilled for a breath, eyes flicking down to Minseok’s twitching thighs, the way his belly tensed, a sheen of sweat catching on his flushed skin. His voice softened but didn’t lose its weight.
“You look so fucking full, Minseokie,” he whispered against Minseok’s burning ear, the alcohol still swirling in Minseok’s head.
“You like this part, don’t you?” Minhyung’s hand returned, pressing down on Minseok’s abdomen. “You like being over the edge. You like it the most when I bring you over the edge.”
He lapped a hickey onto Minseok’s nape, and Minseok gasped—Minhyung felt even deeper in this position. A stream of moans poured out of Minseok when Minhyung started thrusting at a faster, rougher rhythm than the one Minseok had been pacing with.
“I love it when you look so messy for me, Minseokie. Don’t think too much,” Minhyung murmured, pinching Minseok’s nipple harder, pressing firmer against his swollen bladder, and biting down on his burning ear.
The alcohol was hitting Minseok hard—he felt like he was floating in heaven.
“Just let it all go. I’ll take care of everything.”
Minseok buried his head in the crook of Minhyung’s shoulder as Minhyung thrust right against his prostate again.
“Fuck—fuck—just like that—fuck, Minhyungie, it’s going to be messy. I’m sorry—I’m sorry,” Minseok gasped, his face burning with humiliation. “I—I can’t, I can’t—!”
“Yes, you can,” Minhyung said quietly. “You’re holding so much. It’s hurting you, isn’t it?”
Minseok squeezed his eyes shut, his breath catching on a sob. It wasn’t painful—just too much, the pressure growing with every thrust, each one brushing maddeningly over the exact spot that made his nerves cry out.
“I can’t,” he whispered again, though it no longer sounded like a protest. It sounded like a plea.
Minhyung leaned down, his hand wrapping around Minseok’s cock, stroking him. “It’s okay. Let go.”
“No—” Minseok was trembling now, his voice cracking. “It’s so dirty—”
“You’re not dirty,” Minhyung murmured. “You’re so beautiful. Let me see it.”
The dam broke.
Minseok sobbed—a soft, shamed sound—and his body gave in, the flood of it too strong to stop. His thighs shook violently as warmth spread again, the hot liquid soaking the sheets in front of them. His head fell back, moaning in ecstasy. Minhyung groaned as Minseok clenched tightly around him with the wave of release.
Minhyung could only breathe out. But he didn’t stop. He pulled Minseok to the edge of the bed and kept going.
Minseok was crying, tears slipping down his cheeks. “Minhyungie—no—too fast…”
“You’re so sensitive,” Minhyung breathed, kissing under his ear. “So fucking pretty like this.”
He brought Minseok’s leg over his shoulder, stretching him wider, allowing more of his cock to slide in. Every moan was music to Minhyung’s ears. The sounds they were making were so lewd, it echoes through the room.
Every time Minhyung rammed back into Minseok’s tight little hole, he could see it grip his length. Eager not to let go.
His brows furrowed when he noticed Minseok touching himself, stroking slowly. “Still not satisfied, Minseokie?”
“Wanna feel your cum in me,” Minseok blabbered. Minhyung figured this had to be past Minseok’s limit with drinks, because he didn’t sound like himself at all. “You make me so full, Minhyungie– fuck–”
Minhyung’s hips met Minseok’s, their skin sticky with sweat and more—the sheen of it glistening between them was so visible and filthy. “Messy… I want more. It feels so good. Please.”
“Who am I to say no to you?” Minhyung smirked.
The rhythm was brutal—so relentless that Minseok couldn’t stop stroking himself. “Tell me, Minseok,” Minhyung whispered to him, “you drank a lot just for me to do this to you, didn’t you?”
Minseok couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. His body clenched again, impossibly overstimulated, his mind a blur of release and shame and pleasure so thick it made his head spin. All he could do was moan, head lolling as the world tilted around him.
“You drank just so I could ruin you—just so I could see a side of you no one else ever will, huh?”
Minhyung grabbed his boyfriend’s arms and started pulling him into every thrust, lifting Minseok’s waist off the bed with each slam. And Minseok—helpless—moaned a litany of more, more, more every time.
And then Minhyung stopped.
Minseok’s cock pulsed—streamed once more—and he sobbed through the release. It dripped down to the sheets, hot and wet, as his body shook violently. His eyes were red from crying. From everything. It was so humiliating, and yet—
Every release felt so good to him.
Minhyung could only lick his lips when he realized how wet the bed had gotten. How dirty and soaked the sheets were. How wrecked his boyfriend looked tonight. How his face stayed stained with tears. How abused his hole was—so stretched that when Minhyung pulled out, it stayed open, gaping.
“So pretty, Minseokie.”
“Minhyungie—ngh—you haven’t come yet—” Minseok’s shaky legs brushed against Minhyung’s warm, throbbing cock.
“Yes—yes, I’m coming back in,” he breathed out, capturing Minseok’s lips in a kiss, his tongue playing along the bottom of Minseok’s as his cock pushed back inside.
With Minseok’s legs pressed up to his face, Minhyung folded him into a deep mating press and began to move again. Minseok’s moans against his ear were so enticing. He’d waited so long to see his Minseokie like this—so eager, so undone by pleasure.
“Every time you let go, you clench on me so hard, did you know that? Are you doing that on purpose, Ryu Minseok? Getting me all riled up so I’ll cum inside you?” Minhyung dragged his thumb down Minseok’s lip. “You want me to come inside you that badly?” His thrust went deeper, and Minseok’s expression turned shameful.
“Mmngh—every time,” Minseok moaned. “I want you to come inside me every time, but I’m too shy to admit it.” He was beyond himself, words tumbling out. “I think of your stupid cock ramming inside me every day, Minhyungie.” His tongue traced Minhyung’s mouth and teeth, exploring every crevice. “Ruin me, Minhyungie—you can do that, right?”
Minhyung plowed deep, angling each thrust until Minseok saw stars—black and white clouding his vision. “Fuck— hngh –Minhyung.” he moaned.
Minseok’s cock pulsed and gushed white liquid across both of their stomachs. Minhyung was still consistent with his movement, driving that brutal rhythm again and again. Skin slapping harder than ever—so hard that Minseok could feel a slight sting from it.
It was like Minseok’s hole refused to let Minhyung go—every inch he pulled out dragged tight and slow, sucking him back in like it was desperate to keep him there. He was so warm, so slick and wrecked inside, Minhyung couldn’t help but want to stay buried in him, fuck him even deeper.
His boyfriend was sobbing beneath him, face glossy with tears, but the loud moans in his ear told him everything he needed to know. So Minhyung took it as a sign and pounded into him again, relentlessly, abusing his insides.
Minhyung furrowed his brows, grunting breathlessly—a clear sign he was nearing release. Minseok felt the twitch inside him. His breathing turned uneven, eyes locked onto his Minseok as he felt every thrust—sensitive at the front, the back, everywhere. Drool slipped from the corner of his mouth. He was a hot, heaping mess.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this, Minseokie,” Minhyung panted, his hips jerking as he emptied into him. Thick, hot cum spurted from his cock, and Minseok twitched with every pulse he felt inside. Minhyung’s mouth latched onto his collarbone one last time, leaving a final mark. When he finally pulled out, it dripped down between them—spilling out in slow, sticky streams. With a soft gasp, Minseok brought two fingers to push it back in, deep, as if he couldn’t bear to lose a single drop.
“Did you like that, Minseokie?” Minhyung murmured, settling beside him and wrapping his arms around Minseok’s trembling form. Together, they played with his quivering hole, gently pushing the warmth back in until every last drop was tucked away.
“I think I like watersports,” Minseok whispered.
“I like whatever you like.” Minhyung brushed the short, sweat-damp bangs off Minseok’s forehead and pressed a kiss to his lips. Minseok shivered under him, eyes wet, still breathless and dizzy from the intensity.
Minhyung’s ragged breathing began to lull him to sleep, the alcohol in his head helping him further to relax. Minseok's hands ghosted over his abdomen and up to his chest—it was all so sticky. His body was a glorious mess—sore, spent, and coated in it—and he loved just how ruined he felt.
When Minseok woke up the next morning, he was clean. Not sticky anymore, and the sheets had been changed. The room didn’t smell like sex. He was still naked under the covers, though, the marks from the night before still visible on his skin.
He remembered most of it—especially the first time he… did it—but the rest came only in flashes. Now, with daylight pouring in, embarrassment washed over him. He buried his face under the pillow.
Minhyung came out of the bathroom and lit up when he saw Minseok awake. He jumped back onto the bed. “Minseokie!”
“Minhyung… I–it was–uh…” Minseok stammered, trying to apologize, but when he looked at Minhyung—glowing, smiling—he hesitated. Maybe it wasn’t something to apologize for.
Just then, his phone rang. He jumped at the sound and saw it was Wooje calling. He put it on speaker and quickly gestured for Minhyung to stay quiet.
“Yeah?” he answered.
“Hyung! Hyunjoon-hyung and I are gonna try water sports today. You and Minhyung wanna come?”
“Excuse me?” Minseok sat up straight, startled by the phrasing.
“Yeah! We’re gonna try parasailing!”
“Huh?”
“Last time we did water sports, we went surfing and wakeboarding—well, mostly swimming too—but it was fun, trust me!”
That’s when it hit Minseok.
The “water sports” Wooje meant had a space between water and sports.
What he and Minhyung had done last night was… entirely different.
“Hyung?” Wooje said again, but Minseok immediately ended the call—and threw his phone across the bed.
He dove under the covers, face burning. Minhyung’s fingers ghosted over his waist.
“Minseokie, what’s wrong?”
“We’re never doing that again…” Minseok mumbled, his voice shaking.
“Really?” Minhyung slid his arms around his waist gently. “You looked so good last night. Are you sure we’re never doing that again? I mean, I don’t mind… but if you don’t want—”
“You don’t mind ?” Minseok peeked out, his face red as a tomato.
“Nope.” Minhyung smirked, chuckling softly. He leaned in and whispered, “You looked so pretty last night. I was so hard—I can’t stop thinking about it.”
He took Minseok’s hand and guided it down to his boxers. “Feel that? Look how hard I am just thinking about it.”
Minseok gulped, feeling the heat beneath his fingers.
He may have misunderstood Wooje’s water sports
But Minseok couldn’t lie—he’d enjoyed last night way too much.