Chapter 1. Stay with me
What will he think when he finds me in this state?
Will he be disgusted?
Will he think I'm dirty?
Will he even look at me the way I look at him?
All these fears and insecurities would vanish if I could just make Tae fall for me. After all the years of friendship, will I ever earn a place beside him feeling the warmth of his hand.
"Stop thinking about him, will you? It gets on my nerves every time I see this look on your face."
The jealousy was punctuated by a sharp, sudden thrust that made Shin’s spine arch violently. He let out a ragged, hitching gasp, his lungs struggling to catch a full breath as the air was unceremoniously knocked out of him. He didn't fight back—not with fists—but there was a pliable, soft resistance in the way his muscles involuntarily clamped down, a silent protest of the body against the intrusion.
Shin’s fingers curled against the edge of the table, his knuckles white against the dark grain. He fell back into the void of his own mind, his gaze turning glassy and distant.
Minseok’s breath was hot and erratic against the shell of Shin’s ear, each exhale a jagged puff of possessiveness.
In contrast, Shin’s breathing was threadbare and wispy, coming in tiny, rhythmic hitches that synchronized cruelly with the high-pitched, rhythmic squeak of the table.
That was the only sound left to fill the suffocating space between the two bodies.
The sharp, repetitive squeak of the table legs against the floor—a mechanical rhythm that mocked the desperate, uneven cadence of their lungs were the only proof that defined the bodily crave for each other.
Shin remained adrift, his body present and reacting with soft, instinctive tremors, while his heart remained miles away, anchored to a memory he refused to let go.
Pleasure or guilt? Minsoek asked Shin.
His eyes burned with lust, edged by longing and a slight tint of anger, as he drove deeper, intent on making Shin forget Tae-his best friend and rival in love.
"He is an idiot for not noticing your feelings, Shin," Minsoek whispered.
"Forget him. Focus on what we started."
His hips rammed into Shin's, each thrust drawing fresh tears of pleasure. Sweat dripped from Minsoek's chin onto his chest. Shin wondered how he'd become a photographer and not a model.
"Slow down a little," Shin gasped, pushing Minsoek back, craving air but he paid no heed.
After all, this was finally Minsoek's chance to have Shin all to himself after two months of parting.
Minsoek's brutal pounding made him look like a lust-crazed madman, losing all sense of reasoning when it comes to Shin.
He wanted Shin to sob beneath him, beg for more. He wanted to give Shin the world-and coat himself with Shin's fluid.
But it was never Minsoek's place to give anything to Shin. Shin was never his to begin with.
And yet he yearns for Shin. Every day, every minute for a very long time.
"All these lingering thoughts will never lead to anything Shin." Just focus.
"I'm as good as Tae, even I can be better than Tae".
Minseok’s hands gripped tightly onto Shin’s hip bones, his knuckles white as he hauled him away from the table.
He forced Shin toward the exit, shoving him face-first against the door.
Shin’s palms sprawled flat against the wood, his body pinned between the cold door and Minseok’s hard heat.
Without a word of warning, Minseok leaned into him and delivered a heavy, bone-deep thrust.
The sudden invasion made Shin’s knees buckle, his body offering a soft, helpless resistance as it tried to stretch and accommodate the familiar weight.
Shin’s forehead thudded against the door, his breath leaving him in a sharp, jagged burst.
A stinging slap to Shin's buttocks drew a soft moan from Shin he couldn't hold any longer. "Be gentle, Minsoek, it's been a long time since I last did it. Slow down, a little gentler, please." There was no response, only the sound of skin meeting skin filled the room.
With that, Shin's legs trembled, he began to cry. He couldn't bear these intense thrusts. Something was piercing his insides. It was like his abdomen was about to explode. Minsoek then hold Shin from behind placing his hands on Shin's abdomen where he can feel his poking.
Shin clamped his mouth desperately making sure not to make any sound. Not when Tae is around. Not like this.
" I can't afford to be seen like this" , Shin thought as Minsoek pounded Shin's insides from behind.
The intense bites at Shin's neck and ear, the rough relentless nipple teasing, the deep, dizzying thrusts-he could see stars.
Protesting was futile. Minsoek was lost in his hunger.
Shin couldn't turn his head to meet Minsoek's eyes after all the mess he made in the meeting room.
And here he is now, half naked, buried in pleasure, anxious about getting caught. Which could be a blow to his career after all.
"Now is not the time for these things". shin gave up. After all, his body has become a slave to lust. It unknowingly responds to minsoek's thing, making itself a more welcoming place for minsoek.
"Please slow down a little, mmm I'm about to cum" , Shin pleaded.
"Cum? Too soon ; can't you see how much you're enjoying this".
“You’re clenching it so beautifully, shin”.
“You feel so good inside”.
"I can always make you see the stars".
"Let me go deeper" , Minsoek whispered.
Minsoek never eased up, never spared Shin's chest and he kept pounding.
The heavy, rhythmic friction of Minsoek’s thrusts from behind sends a dizzying heat through Shin, making the room tilt.
The intensity peaks when Minsoek’s hand slides forward, slowly and deliberately centering his touch on the most sensitive part of Shin's arousal.
This dual stimulation creates an agonizing overload.
Shin is paralyzed by a frantic, explosive pleasure and a cold, sharp anxiety.
He is hyper-aware of the thin walls, terrified that his control will snap and alert the world outside.
Wait, no, not this please... stop touching it Minsoek I'm dying, please. Someone will hear it, Minsoek, don't do that Min.... hngh.... A little sloweeer.
"Wait... ah!... stop... Minsoek, someone will—ngh!—hear..."
Minsoek never gave Shin any chance to speak a full sentence. All Shin could say was "a little slower nngh.."
"Shh... Keep it down". "A little longer", Minsoek murmured, pressing Shin harder.
" you're so beautiful Shin,"
“ i missed you so much” placing a kiss on Shin's nap. Moving his nose here and there.
"I'm about to fill you up" , hmm? whispered Minsoek behind Shin's ear.
His hands gripped Shin's abdomen "stay with me Shin". Now speeding the pace. Each thrust is more urgent than before.
Minsoek was close.
Shin could tell that from his hot, heavy breathing.
It was difficult for Shin to bear it any longer. The position itself is so straining.
A few heavy thrust and minsoek bit Shin's shoulder, and Shin felt warmth and wetness inside him.
Sweat coated both bodies.
Minsoek's cologne mixed with his sweat gave a distinct scent coating shin head to toe.
Shin shuddered as his release spattered against the door he was pinned to.
Minsoek’s skills were never the question when it comes to instilling both panic and pleasure to shin. Shin liked this side of minsoek but never admitted it. He just finds it hard to resist Minsoek.
As he was about feel less tensed—-
The knock lands like a stone dropped into still water.
Once.
Sharp.
Then again.
Shin freezes.
For a second, the room forgets how to breathe. The air feels too small, too warm, too loud with silence.
