Since this foreplay started on a whim after seeing Jeheon Han’s reaction, Caesar hadn’t actually expected much. Jeheon had led him to the bed first a few times, but he’d rarely taken the lead with any real initiative.

Even if the Jeheon of now was honest about pleasure and unashamed about showing desire, most of the time he was already more than overwhelmed just taking Caesar in. In that state, he wouldn’t go digging his own grave.

So Caesar figured Jeheon might smack him and get mad—he didn’t really think he would actually start touching him.

But maybe something in Jeheon’s mood had shifted, because he began slowly feeling Caesar’s body.

“…”

His face was bright red and his beginner’s fingertips were tense, but it was foreplay all the same. Caesar stared blankly at the hand retracing the lines of his abs.

After curiously testing the way Caesar’s thin skin slid over the muscles—like the thin skin on the back of a hand—Jeheon scooted, bit by bit, toward Caesar’s thigh.

Jeheon slowly stroked the lower belly where the veins stood out, then flicked the sex that had begun to harden.

“Mm.”

Jeheon grabbed the lube from the bedside. Like popping open a ketchup lid, he flicked the plastic cap up with his thumbnail and squeezed some into his palm.

Cute…

With the lube on his hand, Jeheon carefully wrapped Caesar’s sex. Half-hard in that uncertain way, it slipped in his grip with a wet sound.

He hesitated, then, with the lubed hand, slowly stroked the tip. It looked like he was imitating the way Caesar had rubbed the end with his thumb.

“Ha…”

When Caesar let out a satisfied sigh, Jeheon rolled his eyes up to check his face. Seeing the slight flush along Caesar’s nose bridge and nape, Jeheon’s own face reddened again.

“…”

…So this is why it’s fun.

With that second realization, Jeheon began to roll the swelling weight in his palm as if rounding it. It was another move Caesar often used when he fooled around with his hands.

Jeheon looked once at Caesar’s lips, parted on breath gone giddy, and once at the belly that lifted shallowly with each fast inhale. Then, with his wet hand, he swept up the warming slope of Caesar’s lower belly—and took one deep breath.

“Heon…?”

Bracing his hand on Caesar’s lower belly, he pushed himself upright. Knees set on the mattress, he aligned himself with the slick, lube-damp length.

Fired up with heat, Caesar jolted and sat up, catching Jeheon under the thighs. It was the right call.

“…!!…!”

He’d only taken the tip, and Jeheon, strength gone, almost sank down in one go. Apparently he hadn’t really grasped that putting it in yourself was different from having someone else put it in.

“…If it’s hard to get it in even lying down, you can’t do it alone.”

“Y-you could’ve said so sooner…”

Smiling, Caesar rubbed his forehead on Jeheon’s shoulder.

“I’ll put it in. Relax and lean on me.”

When Jeheon loosened up and looped his arms around Caesar’s neck, Caesar cupped his thighs and started to push in slowly.

“Ugh…”

The thing was big enough to be a burden, prying the inner walls wide; the sensation was of every place being pressed. It felt like only about halfway in, yet with the fullness low in his belly, a flash went off behind his eyes.

Jeheon trembled through the shoulders and clung tighter to Caesar’s nape.

“You’re okay. You’re doing well.”

Caesar kept kissing his shoulder to soothe him. Jeheon thought, It doesn’t hurt, but the moan blocked his mouth and the chance to say so vanished.

Only after Jeheon had settled all the way down did Caesar dare release his grip on his thighs. He groaned low at the tight, biting squeeze around him, then turned his head to check Jeheon’s face—only to find Jeheon had buried it in his nape, and he couldn’t see a thing.

“You okay?”

Jeheon, still in that position, gave a nod. Seemed like yes.

Patting his back, Caesar whispered,

“I’ll move shallowly.”

It was so tight that he couldn’t go rough even if he wanted to.

With that in mind, Caesar planted both hands to the mattress and rocked his hips slowly. Just enough for the length to slide out a little and press back inside.

At the same time, Jeheon’s toes jerked hard. His hands shook as he clung to Caesar’s neck with all his strength.

“N-no, don’t— not so deep…”

Clinging so close, Jeheon’s own rigid sex rubbed against Caesar’s belly. It was already leaking, dribbling in spurts.

Feeling the liquid trail down his stomach skin, heat flared at the back of Caesar’s neck.

As his vision swam, he pressed his mouth to Jeheon’s nape again.

“Shh. It’s okay.”

When Caesar rolled his hips gently, Jeheon bobbed helplessly up and down and let out a broken sound. He hadn’t moved much, but the way Jeheon cried out—those hiccupy, on-the-verge sounds—made it clear he was close.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yeah— ngh— you bas—…”

“Maybe I teased you too much earlier…”

Maybe it was because he hadn’t let him go even once.

While he was thinking that, Jeheon’s toes curled tight. Turning his head for a clearer look, Caesar saw eyes that had long since lost focus. He palmed Jeheon’s cheek and licked away the tears as they fell, thinking:

I really do want to tease him more.

He wanted to push him until he clung and begged, saying it was good. With that thought, Caesar slid an arm around Jeheon’s waist and thrust hard.

The flesh that had nearly slid all the way out slammed back in, kneading the inner walls.

“Ah…!”

The dizzying pleasure speared through him and Jeheon thrashed, reflexively trying to push Caesar away. Holding his waist to stop him, Caesar soothed the squirming man.

“Shh, it’s okay. Did I startle you?”

For someone whispering so gently, he moved his hips again. Jeheon let out a tearing cry, fingers curling like he meant to dig nails into Caesar’s shoulder—then, snapping to, he balled his hands into fists instead. He was probably thinking about the shoot in a few days.

“Hic… hhn…”

He settled for drumming Caesar’s shoulder with that tight fist in protest. Maybe he hated the position; between gasps, a scattered “something else” could be heard.

Laughing, Caesar wrapped his waist, rolled them, and laid Jeheon flat on the bed. Jeheon reached out without a hint of hesitation.

Caesar kissed the offered palm and laced their fingers together with practiced ease.

Gripping hard enough to blanch the knuckles, Jeheon said,

“Let me finish this time… I—it’s too much now…”

Caesar answered by pressing his lips to Jeheon’s forehead. After that, only the sound of bodies meeting, near-screaming moans, and the rustle of toes pushing at the sheet filled the room.

“Ah! Ah— there, that’s— that’s good…”

With quick, shallow drives aimed deep, Jeheon panted and twisted his hips. When tears slid from heat-reddened eyes, Caesar obsessively licked them away, tidying his cheeks.

His mouth moved from cheek to mouth and swallowed Jeheon’s lips.

“Mm— mngh.”

Wet sounds rose above and below. His head was so fogged he couldn’t tell which noises were tongues and which were from down below.

Inside, the heat was so extreme it felt, perversely, like something cold was spreading—like being flash-frozen.

“Ugh…!”

In the next instant, that cool shock spread through his whole body. Only then did Jeheon realize it was a kind of unfamiliar pleasure.

By the time he gasped in a sharp breath—hic—his body was already submerged in it.

“…!”

From the front, a thick spill of clear, sticky fluid gushed out. With every thrust from Caesar, it surged again, overflowing and soaking his belly and chest.

Jeheon couldn’t even scream—only his waist jerked. The pleasure was so far past the line it felt like his brain would melt any second. Alarmed, he dragged in a desperate breath and crushed Caesar’s hand in his own.

“Nn—…”

Watching the whole display, Caesar furrowed his brow and buried himself deep one more time. The inside, tightened down to the limit by orgasm, clamped on the flesh so hard that both of them saw stars.

“Ah…”

Heat spilled into the joined place, then even beyond the seal, fluid leaked out.

Only then did Caesar realize one very important thing.

“…Condom.”

Two beasts blinded by lust had skipped the most important step.

By the time he noticed, Jeheon’s belly was already soaked with semen.

Caesar looked from the milky fluid slicking their join to the clear fluid slicking Jeheon’s stomach, then let out a helpless laugh.

“Heon, you okay?”

Instead of an answer, a limp fist thumped his forehead.

Unable to help it, Caesar burst out laughing and collapsed against Jeheon’s chest.

Chapter 63

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