Kiss the Ground

The semifinal interview ended without incident. The rumors were true that interviews next to Blue were comfortable. No journalist dared to cross the line with Blue, who always had a warm smile. Perhaps they were reminded of their own grandfathers back home.For Chahyun, who was used to interviews probing conflicts and personal relationships among players, the coach’s interview felt almost heartwarming. Of course, most questions were predicated on Winchester’s dramatic defeat or elimination. After all, the public expected such an outcome from a story where an underperforming team suddenly rises to face the top contender.However, they couldn’t just go along with the atmosphere. Even if everyone else predicted Winchester’s defeat, the club themselves couldn’t think that way. As the schedule tightened towards the finals, the players were dedicated to intense training and seminars every day. They were well-prepared.Missing this opportunity might mean there would be no guarantee of achieving similar results next season. For Yoon Chahyun, this could very well be his last Champions League semifinal.Regardless, the clash between a club with a faded history and a consistently strong one was enough to draw attention. Only after thousands of photos were taken post-interview could Chahyun finally get up from his chair.“Ah, I feel like I’m going to die…”Leroy groaned dramatically. He had pushed all the glasses and food on the table aside and collapsed onto it. Winston, watching this from beside him, shook his head. Chahyun, seated opposite, asked.“What’s up with him? Is it because of the interview today?”“Leroy’s cousin is in the Ale City youth team. He was grilled for 30 minutes about how it feels to have a rival in the family, what his relatives say, and stuff like that.”“Ah, those kinds of questions…”“But thanks to that, the rest of us got off easy. A noble sacrifice, you could say.”Knowing how timid Leroy was, Chahyun could easily imagine how much he had been sweating. His pitiful collapse reminded Chahyun of his own past interview experiences. Feeling sorry for him, Chahyun poured water into a cup and placed it beside Leroy.As always, the post-interview drinks were held at Redbeard. The place was buzzing with players sharing their interview experiences and frustrations. Chahyun looked around the dimly lit bar.Misha had done the interview with Kaya and Adrian, the closest group to him. He had complained about not being able to sit next to Chahyun immediately after the interview, but now he was too busy sharing stories with friends. Chahyun was glad he had friends to talk to.‘He did quite well today.’Meeting Ilya had been productive. Though Misha didn’t lead conversations or speak up often, he knew how to blend into the atmosphere. Chahyun hoped he would make more friends and not remain isolated.In that regard, Ilya was a good person. Even the message he sent Chahyun after the interview was thoughtful.▶[Great job in the interview today. Your confident answers were impressive. I’ll be covering the first leg of the semifinals too. Hang in there until then:D]His thoughtfulness and use of cute emoticons remained unchanged. Though Chahyun had briefly worried, Misha didn’t seem to mind Ilya, which was fortunate. Ilya could be a good friend for Misha. After the first leg, Chahyun thought about arranging a dinner together. With that thought, he looked up.“……”“……”At that moment, he met eyes with someone sitting directly across from him, staring intently. Jude quickly looked away as soon as their eyes met, making it the third day he had been avoiding Chahyun. Since their sudden encounter in the locker room, Jude had been overtly avoiding him. Chahyun scanned his intoxicated and busy teammates and then leaned towards Jude.“Hey. Are you really going to keep this up?”“…What?”“You know what. You keep avoiding me.”Jude fidgeted with his glass, glancing at Chahyun. Perhaps he had been too harsh in silencing him last time. Feeling it was a knot that needed untying, Chahyun spoke quietly.“Jude, I’m really sorry for not saying anything. Honestly, I don’t know how many times I’ve apologized to you for things like this.”“……”“You always come up with some excuse… Yeah, I understand why you’re mad at me.”“……”“But just this once, please forgive me. I promise I won’t hide anything anymore.”Chahyun reached out and placed his hand on top of Jude’s on the table. His last words were sincere. After being caught with Misha, what else was there to hide? All his awkward behavior up until now had been a struggle to conceal that fact.As Chahyun gently fiddled with Jude’s hand and looked at him with pleading eyes, Jude’s fist relaxed slightly. Meeting Chahyun’s earnest gaze, he pouted his lower lip and weakly mumbled. He was giving in. Jude was really soft-hearted. Even if Chahyun apologized every day, he would forgive him every day.“It’s okay now… I’m not mad. I was just a bit shocked.”“I know you were shocked.”I still can’t believe it myself… Even though he went home with Misha every day, Chahyun still found it surreal that something had happened between them. As Jude finally seemed to relax completely, he looked at Chahyun and lowered his voice, conscious of their surroundings.“You said all the people you dated before were women.”“Yeah.”“You talked about getting married and having kids. Two of them, in fact.”“I did.”“Then suddenly saying you’re with Misha… How could I not be shocked?”As Jude ticked off each point from the past, Chahyun felt a bit embarrassed. Hearing everything summarized by someone else made it all sound strange.There had been days when he implicitly believed he would date, marry, and start a family… just living a normal, familiar life. He had assumed it naturally, without making a firm decision. It was only a short while ago that these thoughts were present.If asked whether all those thoughts had disappeared, Yoon Chahyun… At that moment, Jude, with a slightly mischievous glint in his eyes, asked:“So if you’re with Misha, does that mean you’re into both? Like, would I have been okay too?”“What! Are you crazy?”“Wouldn’t you be curious if a guy who never gave off any signals suddenly started making out with a teammate?”Chahyun stared at Jude, who seemed genuinely unable to hold back his question. Here he was, trying to apologize sincerely, and Jude suddenly asked if he was into both genders. It was so typical of Jude.“No, I’m not into both. I’m just the same as always. Nothing suddenly changed.”“Then why did things change with Misha?”“Well…”“If you’re the same as always, why is Misha special?”Gone was the sulking demeanor Jude had displayed for days; now, he seemed unable to contain his curiosity. He was leaning closer to Chahyun. His sense of betrayal was fleeting; now curiosity took precedence. Chahyun sighed softly.Explaining what changed to someone who knew nothing about it would take more than a day. Simply put, he had been worn down. He didn’t like comparing himself to a tree, but Misha’s persistence was incredibly strong. There was no helping it.In retrospect, it was the first time he had been pursued so intensely by someone within a short period. Misha didn’t give up, even when Chahyun politely, and later seriously, rejected him. He didn’t hesitate to sacrifice for Chahyun, even ignoring his own career to protect and support him. Misha provided a sense of security that Chahyun had never imagined.And now, Chahyun believed Misha was changing. Living together, Misha was gradually, but surely, learning to feel and express his emotions honestly. Though his methods might not be smooth, all those efforts were genuine expressions of his feelings. Chahyun cherished that raw, unpolished sincerity.Chahyun clasped his hands lightly on the table and murmured,“I don’t want to leave Misha alone.”At some point, Chahyun had developed a straightforward and sincere feeling: he didn’t want to leave Misha alone, feeling lonely and isolated. Jude looked at Chahyun briefly before nodding slowly.“It’s simple. He really likes me, and I can’t leave him alone.”Then Jude suddenly asked a question.“So, are you dating Misha because you feel sorry for him or something?”“What?”“I get how Misha feels, but I’m curious about you.”Chahyun’s eyes widened at the unexpected question. Jude continued.“It’s not just because Misha likes you and you feel sorry for him that you were hugging him in the locker room, right?”Chahyun found himself at a loss for words. Looking at Jude, who nodded as if it were obvious, he felt a strange mixture of emotions welling up inside him. It was partly embarrassing and partly complex beyond explanation.When Chahyun thought of Misha, his chest tightened. He wanted to hug and kiss him. He wanted to be by his side and have Misha by his. He didn’t want to see him with anyone else. Yoon Chahyun wasn’t naive enough not to recognize what these feelings were, nor was he foolish enough to deny them outright.“I like Misha too.”“Ugh.”“Do you want to die? I give you an honest answer, and you react like that?”Chahyun punched Jude’s shoulder as he made a disgusted face. Jude, swaying back and forth from the hit, rubbed his shoulder and said,“…Well, thinking about it, it’s not that strange. You’ve been looking out for Misha since he joined. Always taking him around, feeding him, introducing him to people.”“Yeah, there was a time like that.”Back then, he didn’t think much of it… Chahyun acknowledged awkwardly, and Jude continued.“That guy was shy and didn’t talk much, but he stuck to you like glue.”“That’s old news…”“But you know what?”Jude ate a dry potato chip and gave Chahyun a pointed look.“You were like that with everyone.”Chahyun blinked. It took him a few seconds to respond.“…Me?”“Yeah, even with me. And all the new coaches and staff.”“Well, I was just being sociable…”“Who goes out of their way to take care of others just to be sociable?”Jude frowned as if he had heard something absurd.“You’re a bit of a busybody, you know? You can’t leave uneasy people alone; you help them out, take care of them, get involved… What’s the word for that? An agape person?”Jude continued as Chahyun stared at him, mouth wide open.“In a way, it’s a good match with Misha. Even in magazines, they say he’s the kind of guy who makes people want to protect him or whatever. That’s why his nicknames are stuff like the sad prince or whatever.”How you protect a guy over 6.3 feet tall is beyond me…, Jude grumbled on.“Anyway, lots of people like you, and you take care of most of them, but I wondered why Misha was special.”“……”“Well, it makes sense that he’d trigger some protective instinct or maternal feeling… He probably did that more with you.”Jude nodded, seeming to understand now. A strange emotion chilled Chahyun’s chest. But just as Chahyun was about to say something, Leroy, who had finally come to his senses, spoke to them. At the same time, other teammates returned and gathered around their table, and it quickly became noisy again with a variety of topics being discussed.Amidst the noisy atmosphere, a bright orange light illuminated the table. What was he going to say? Chahyun silently sat, looking at the shadows cast by the light, until Aloys, drunk, slung an arm over his shoulder.***Winchester United FC did not tolerate tardiness the day after an interview.Since moving into Misha’s house, Chahyun realized why Misha had been so wide-eyed when he received a warm breakfast at Chahyun’s place a few months back. This seemingly neat ruin had nothing but cereal. The sugary treat, more suitable as a child’s snack than an adult’s meal, would have made the club dietitian, Lucy, faint.How could he maintain his physique on just this sugary stuff and the club’s bland salads? If he had good fuel efficiency, that was a good thing. In front of Misha, Chahyun threw all the cereal into the trash and stopped by the market on his way home from work. While Chahyun carefully picked out only organic foods, Misha followed behind with a cart, quietly sneaking candy and chocolate under the tomatoes and eggs.“Let’s stick to the diet.”“Yuan!”Every time Chahyun found the sweets and put them back, Misha uncharacteristically protested loudly. Even with his face half-covered by a black hoodie and sunglasses, his expression was dead serious. Lowering his sunglasses a bit, Misha whispered earnestly to Chahyun.“Sugar intake is very important. Studies show that small amounts of food before and after exercise can increase concentration and prevent injuries. This is clearly stated in the club’s recommended nutrition guidelines.”“Is the sugar you consume considered small?”His argument was full of holes. When Chahyun sharply retorted, Misha hastily countered.“B-but, this one comes with a toy inside, making it a cost-effective purchase!”“What are you going to do with that toy? Not buying it costs zero!”Snatching the egg-shaped chocolate from Misha’s hand and putting it back on the shelf, Chahyun smacked him on the broad back, making Misha reach out pitifully in mid-air. From behind came a genuinely distressed voice.“Yuaaan…!”The sight of two large men, faces partially obscured by sunglasses, bickering in the snack aisle likely looked bizarre. Nearby shoppers began casting puzzled glances their way. Though they had come to a neighboring town to avoid attention, this market was close enough to their home base that they couldn’t afford to draw too much attention.Grabbing Misha’s hand, Chahyun quickly finished shopping. Misha’s feet dragged along the floor, devoid of the agility he showed on the field. However, his sulking ended the next morning when he saw the breakfast Chahyun had prepared.“Come on, let’s eat and get to work. We know the club doesn’t tolerate tardiness the day after an interview.”“…Thanks for the meal.”Misha looked at the warm, neatly arranged food on his plate for a while before picking up his fork. Watching from across the table, Chahyun felt a sense of satisfaction. People should eat something warm for breakfast, especially if their body is their asset.On the second day after moving into the new house, the dog, who had breakfasted with the owners, was busy exploring the new home. For the three-year-old dog, Hong Sam, everything seemed fascinating. Sniffing every nook and cranny and rolling around, its long tail swished back and forth across the living room. While Misha changed his clothes, Chahyun, breaking in his soccer shoes in the living room, smiled faintly at the sight.At some point, the four-legged explorer stood still, scratching at a door. Drawn by the strange sound, Chahyun got up from the sofa and approached the dog.Hong Sam had its paws on a door at the end of the hallway, looking back at Chahyun as if asking him to open it. Chahyun stood in front of the door, stroking his chin.“A storage room?”He hadn’t noticed this room in his week of traveling between the entrance and the bedroom. He hadn’t even known such a room existed. Should he open it? Curiosity outweighed any hesitation about invading someone else’s space. Within seconds, he opened the door and was stunned by what he saw inside.“Choco-sand?”The first thing that caught his eye was the dozens of familiar boxes stacked against the wall. Only one was opened, the same one he and Misha had shared. So that’s where they all went—hidden in this little room like a squirrel’s stash. Taking a few steps inside, he saw a doll placed like a treasure on a corner table.“…This is me.”The doll of Yoon Chahyun, still eerily lifelike, occupied a place of honor in the room, as if reigning over it. What exactly was this room for? The morning sunlight streaming through the large window illuminated a haphazard collection of various items. Turning around curiously, Chahyun saw the largest object in the room.An instrument recognizable even to the musically uninitiated Yoon Chahyun: a grand piano.“Yuan.”As Chahyun took a step toward the large black piano, Misha, who had quietly appeared at the doorway, called his name. Feeling like he had trespassed into a forbidden space, Chahyun was momentarily flustered, but Misha approached without reprimand.“Is this a room we’re not supposed to enter? I wasn’t trying to snoop… I still don’t know the layout of the house.”“It’s not that, this room…”Misha’s voice was low as he looked down at the piano.“This is where I keep the things I decided not to throw away.”“Ah…”In other words, anything outside this room could be discarded at any time. The barren living room with no settled furniture hinted at this. Chahyun never imagined a house like this would contain something as grand and sentimental as a piano.A white house that felt uninhabited, with a huge instrument tucked away in a secluded room. Chahyun raised his voice a bit, intentionally lightening the mood, sensing the faint remnants of a past atmosphere.“Come to think of it, you played the piano really well. Even when you were drunk.”“Did I play in front of you? I don’t remember at all…”“Of course you don’t. You black out when you drink vodka.”Ignoring the lack of explicit permission, Chahyun sat down at the piano bench. Pressing a random key with his finger, a nameless note rang out. It sounded like it was asking for someone more adept to play it. Smiling, Chahyun looked back at Misha.“Can you play when you’re sober?”Misha, for once, shot Chahyun a rare glare. Wow, he can react to jokes now. As Chahyun chuckled, Misha approached with a slightly annoyed expression and sat beside him. His hands clenched and unclenched before settling on the keys.No matter what piece Misha played, Chahyun wouldn’t know its name. The only instrument Chahyun could play was the small drum. However, Misha’s presence at the piano felt entirely different from his presence on the field. Instead of a burning intensity, there was a transparent, almost cold clarity—an almost breakable beauty.Was he always this beautiful? Lost in admiration, Chahyun stared at Misha’s profile. The morning light streaming through the opposite window outlined his forehead and jaw like a halo. Chahyun was completely captivated by the myth-like silhouette.Finally, Misha’s long eyelashes lowered, and a faint melody began to fill the room. Drawn by the gentle sound, the dog calmly lay down at their feet.The soft tune gradually grew in volume, creating a smooth yet powerful melody. Strong and grand, yet infinitely delicate… It was music that stirred something deep inside. As Chahyun listened, he suddenly felt as if he had been struck on the head.No way, I know this music.Holy. It was the Champions League theme song. The rhythm that made his heart resonate was one Yoon Chahyun had heard dozens of times on the field. The song he heard while standing on the grass, hands behind his back, just before a match. Filled with memories of countless victories and defeats… As Chahyun’s jaw dropped, Misha, with a playful smile, asked,“Do you recognize the song?”“You really…!”Overwhelmed with surprise and disbelief, Chahyun grabbed Misha’s shoulders in a sudden hug. The sudden movement caused the melody to falter and the performance to stop. Misha, now held tightly by Chahyun, swayed gently from side to side.“How can you play this without even looking at the sheet music? You’re amazing. I knew you were good, but still!”“I just play… from what I’ve heard.”“You’re really, really good! It’s exactly like during the game. I recognized it right away.”Feeling proud and elated, Chahyun’s heart swelled strangely. When he playfully pinched Misha’s cheek with a beaming smile, Misha showed clear signs of embarrassment. His wide eyes darted to Chahyun’s face before suddenly turning a deep shade of red.From his slightly parted lips, a faint voice emerged.“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard something like that.”“What? You play so well.”“No one has ever said that about my playing… until now.”“To me, you’re a genius.”How do you move both hands so differently… Chahyun continued showering Misha with praise, causing Misha to tremble slightly in his embrace. The continuous compliments made Misha’s light gray eyes dart around nervously. Soon, Chahyun noticed Misha’s flushed lips moving slightly.“Now… now stop it, Yuan.”“Why?”“Because it’s embarrassing…”Seeing the look in Misha’s eyes, as if he wasn’t used to kindness, made Chahyun’s heart tighten painfully. It was a face he had never seen before. He looked almost scared. The vulnerability in those eyes, shaking like ripples on a lake, was too much to bear. Overcome by an irresistible impulse, Chahyun caressed Misha’s cheek with his thumb and whispered.“They say you’re good at everything physical, and it’s true.”Misha stared at Chahyun blankly. Then, finally, he wrapped his arm around Chahyun in a hug that was entirely different from the one Chahyun had given him earlier. This embrace was tight and all-encompassing, as if he wanted to lock Chahyun in his arms completely.“Yuan.”Hot breath broke against his ear. Pressed against Misha’s chest, Chahyun could hear his heart pounding. Thump. Thump. Thump… His body leaned back slightly, and when Misha steadied their weight by placing a hand on the piano keys, a discordant noise erupted. A strained voice followed.“I… Yuan, you’re all I have left…”“……”“There’s nothing else precious to me.”With that whisper, Misha hugged Chahyun tightly and kissed him deeply. Their ragged breaths mingled as Misha tilted his head back and his tongue invaded Chahyun’s mouth with fervor. The persistent, all-consuming emotion was named longing.Misha was starved for affection, and he craved it solely from Yoon Chahyun. The words, the touches—his raw and unrefined emotions—all reflected his desperate desire for Chahyun alone. Realizing this made Chahyun’s heart ache sharply and his whole body flush with warmth.This was troubling. The past few days had been extremely busy. At home, he had been preoccupied with looking after the new puppy and moving in their belongings. At the club, he had been swamped with training and seminars, leaving no free time. This was the first time since the last game that they had found themselves so intimately close in a confined space.In a morning like this. In a place like this. What about going to work?“Ha, ah.”A hand slid slowly under his clothes, feeling the bare skin. The fingers traced up his spine with such force that it was almost painful. The heated caresses broke down Chahyun’s barriers, infiltrating deep into his heart. Overwhelmed, Chahyun met Misha’s tongue with his own, prompting Misha to lift his shirt.The jersey and T-shirt he wore for going out were pulled off together, exposing his bare waist and chest to the air. Though it wasn’t cold, goosebumps spread across his skin. As he grabbed Misha’s arms in a daze, the chair they were sitting on started to creak slightly.“Misha, we…”“Yuan, Yuan… I like you.”Hot confessions flowed between their intertwined lips. Protests about not being able to do this now or being busy were all muffled under the rush of excitement. All he wanted was to touch, to hold Misha. As soon as Chahyun thought this, Misha hugged him tightly by the waist, lifting him off the ground and setting him down on his lap.The difference in size was frustrating, but the heat of the moment overtook him. While kissing, Chahyun gripped Misha’s T-shirt. He pulled it up roughly as if he would tear it apart, and Misha, moving in sync, pulled his head out. Even in such moments, they were in perfect harmony.“… Misha,……”He, having taken off his shirt, clung to Chahyun like a puppy. The sensation of their hot bare skin touching made his mind spin. He wanted to thrust or be thrust into… The fact that there was a second option was a shock for Chahyun as well. As he felt lips pressing hard near his collarbone, Chahyun ran his fingers through Misha’s soft hair.“Yuan, I.”As he spoke, Misha awkwardly scratched Chahyun’s lower abdomen with his fingertips.“Here… I want to do it.”“Again?”“Again….”With a slight smile and narrowed eyes, Misha leaned in as if to ask for a kiss. Yoon Chahyun also felt the tension pulling tight inside his body. It didn’t seem to matter. Letting him do as he pleased… As soon as Chahyun nodded out of rhythm, Misha eagerly grabbed Chahyun’s pants. His eyes changed color swiftly.With hardly any effort, he lifted Chahyun’s embraced body upwards, slid the clothes down under Chahyun’s legs, and pulled them off. As he threw the cumbersome clothing to the floor, something jumped up from its place and ran out of the room.“Ah.”“Ah… it must have been startled. I’ve never shown anything like this before.”“We’ll have to explain it well later.”“What do we say? That you and I….”Without answering, Misha looked up at Chahyun and lightly touched his thigh. It was obvious what they were doing. Naked, sitting on Misha’s lap, Chahyun looked down at him as he slightly lowered his pants and exposed his own member. Being so straightforward without any shame was utterly… His member, both beautiful in color and shape, but dauntingly large, was positioned between Chahyun’s legs.“…Since when has it been like this?”“Since I woke up this morning.”“Haha.”That’s often how it is. With a dry laugh, Misha wrapped his arms around Chahyun’s waist and pulled him close. As their members pressed together in a cross-like fashion, both began to grow simultaneously. Misha whispered as he covered the tips of both shafts with his palm.“It’s been like this the whole time, even when we were having dinner and playing music earlier. What should I do?”“You have to… manage it, somehow.”“How do I manage it?”When Chahyun fell silent, Misha narrowed his eyes and cunningly stroked Chahyun’s member. The sharp sensation from the familiar touch shot through him instantly. He thought he wasn’t quick to get excited, but everything felt like a roller coaster with Misha.As Misha gently stimulated the glans, it gradually became moist. Letting Misha touch him freely below, Chahyun placed his arms on Misha’s shoulders. Misha, who held the freedom, slowly squeezed and released his palm, testing the pressure. He was so good at it… that Chahyun’s legs lost all strength.“Ugh… Ah.”As their bodies pressed together and they watched their touching members, their foreheads playfully bumped. Misha lifted until the glans were just visible in his hand, then lowered back to the root repeatedly. This was too lewd… The thought made the slipping sensation even better.What started as an urgent and clumsy movement now had a bit of skill and leisure. Unlike the initial frantic rush to climax, Misha’s touch had learned to stoke the heat slowly. With a curious sense of impending crisis, Chahyun pulled him into an embrace. Suddenly, an important fact struck his mind.“Ah… a condom.”“I didn’t prepare one. I’ll go buy one right now, so if you just wait here,”Misha spoke incredibly quickly. His urgency made Chahyun burst into laughter for a moment.“You fool. When do we have time for that? Just do it outside….”I’ll show you how…. Whispering while holding the back of his neck, Misha frowned deeply. Chahyun spread his knees to the ends of the long chair and brought his member under him. As he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, the large member slid over the hole, applying precum like glue. Since it wasn’t just the condom they were lacking, lubrication had to be managed this way as well.“Ugh… Haah.”However, there wasn’t enough fluid to wet both the inside and outside adequately. Confirming the dampness of the precum, Chahyun lowered his hand behind his back and touched himself below. Then, he briefly inserted his middle finger inside his body.To ease the tightness, he had no choice but to spread his legs as wide as possible. Spreading his thighs apart with Misha between them, he felt Misha staring blankly at the space between his legs. Feeling Misha’s gaze unexpectedly made his insides soften.He had learned from previous experience that it was crucial to open up inside. Chahyun inserted his second and third fingers together into his body and bent over, pulling Misha’s head into his neck. Though the act was to lessen the burden slightly, he didn’t anticipate it would push Misha into a state of heated arousal.Clinging tightly to Chahyun’s arms, Misha impulsively rubbed his member against the area under Chahyun’s body. The heavy, wet head slid against his perineum and beneath his member. With strong hands gripping his waist, a tender longing flowed from his chest soon after.“Yuan, I can’t wait any longer.”“……”“I want to put it in.”Hearing his desperate voice, Chahyun gritted his teeth. There were countless things he needed to teach his impatient lover.“Misha, normally, you shouldn’t do this, you know.”“……”“Only with me… without a condom… Ah!”The two hands gripping his hips pressed Chahyun’s body down onto Misha’s member, as if he couldn’t hold back any longer. His voice, flushed with heat, leaked out simultaneously.“I don’t want to do this with anyone else, Yuan.”“That’s not what I… Ah! No… Ugh… Ah, not yet.”“You should only do it with me too.”A moan, resembling a cry, escaped over Misha’s neck. An unimaginably large thing was gently swallowed by his relaxed insides. With just the tip, an odd wave of pressure slowly arrived, making his organs feel crushed. This was a sensation he had learned from his first encounter with Misha. The blunt, tingling pressure felt like his insides were being mashed like overripe fruit.Chahyun pulled Misha’s head close, holding him tight. He was sure now. He remembered what kind of pleasure this heavy, aching thing pressing inside could bring. As he exhaled irregularly, Misha hugged him back, placing his lips on Chahyun’s chest.The memory of that dizzying first time made his insides tingle. Misha hadn’t moved even once yet; this was all Chahyun’s doing. As his insides loosened and became slippery, their tightly pressed bodies caused their breaths to shorten. Hugging each other with no gap between their skin, they held back their sensations for a moment.“Hah… Haah, Ugh.”