After dinner, Youn-Jae reclined on the terrace, a can of beer in hand—the fifth of the evening—while the gentle sea breeze brushed against his face, ruffling his hair slightly. Meanwhile, Ji-Won busied himself tidying up the dinner table and washing the dishes, his movements methodical but his mind occupied with thoughts of the day.

Once he finished, Ji-Won walked toward the terrace, intending to let Youn-Jae know he was heading upstairs to rest. But just as he turned to leave, Youn-Jae’s hand shot out, gripping Ji-Won’s wrist and pulling him down beside him.

“What’s the rush? Sit here and drink with me,” Youn-Jae said, his gaze fixed on the dark, endless sea, the weight of the world temporarily forgotten as he took another sip from his can of beer. His tone was relaxed, but there was an underlying urgency, a need for connection.

Ji-Won hesitated for a moment, the warmth of Youn-Jae's hand still lingering on his wrist. With a soft click, he opened a can and took a seat beside him, both of them sinking into the tranquil atmosphere of the night. They drank in silence, sharing a few more cans of beer as the tension from earlier began to dissipate, yet the air remained heavy with unspoken thoughts.

The moonlight cast a silvery glow over the terrace, enveloping them in a serene, almost magical light. Ji-Won’s gaze drifted to the horizon, where the sea met the sky, and he felt the gentle breeze playfully tousle his hair. Youn-Jae, however, couldn’t help but steal glances at Ji-Won, admiration flickering in his eyes as he observed the way the moonlight highlighted the contours of Ji-Won’s face.

As the alcohol coursed through his system, Youn-Jae’s vision wavered, the edges of the world softening into a hazy blur. His lips parted, and a faint, slurred murmur escaped. “Ji…Won,” he breathed, his tone carrying a rare vulnerability, like a fragile thread reaching out in the quiet. The name tumbled from his lips, muffled and broken by the weight of his intoxication, almost as if he were calling out in a dream.

"Hmm? Sir?" Ji-Won turned toward him, confusion flickering across his face. The faint softness in Youn-Jae's voice caught him off guard, sparking a hint of concern. “I think you’re drunk already; you’re starting to mumble,” he said gently, his tone laced with quiet worry. Without thinking, Ji-Won reached out, his hand steadying Youn-Jae’s face. The warmth radiating from his skin made Ji-Won pause, his gaze fixed on Youn-Jae’s slightly unfocused expression as he tried to make sense of the murmured words.

“I’m so sorry. I promised I’d find you, no matter what,” Youn-Jae mumbled, his words slurred yet brimming with raw sincerity. The weight of his confession lingered in the air, heavy and unspoken, filling the space between them with an intensity that neither could fully express.

Ji-Won’s heart raced, caught in a whirlwind of concern and warmth. The distance that had once felt insurmountable between them began to shrink under the moonlight, igniting an unspoken connection that made the world around them fade away.

To Ji-Won's surprise, Youn-Jae moved closer, the space between them evaporating until they were nearly touching. Ji-Won met Youn-Jae's eyes, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension swirling within him. Without another word, Youn-Jae suddenly leaned in, capturing Ji-Won’s lips in a kiss.

Ji-Won’s eyes widened in shock, his heart soaring and plummeting all at once. The kiss was gentle yet charged, and deep down, Ji-Won knew this was likely the result of Youn-Jae's drunken state—perhaps he mistook Ji-Won for someone else. Torn between instinctively pushing Youn-Jae away or surrendering to the unexpected affection, Ji-Won hesitated, lost in the storm of emotions swirling around them.

Overwhelmed, Ji-Won instinctively shoved Youn-Jae away, breaking the kiss with a sudden force that left Youn-Jae momentarily stunned. The push jolted him halfway back to his senses, his expression darkening as confusion and frustration flickered across his face. Without hesitation, he grabbed Ji-Won’s arms in a rough grip, his fingers pressing into Ji-Won’s skin as he pulled him closer. This time, his kiss was desperate, almost punishing—an urgent attempt to hold onto something slipping through his grasp, to ground himself in a reality that felt achingly fragile.

“Sir! Stop it! You’re drunk,” Ji-Won pleaded, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. He searched Youn-Jae's eyes for recognition, wondering if he could break through the fog of intoxication

Youn-Jae growled low in his throat, his tone sharp and unyielding, his breath hot and harsh against Ji-Won’s face. His eyes were wild, consumed by something dark and unfamiliar. The air between them crackled with tension, making Ji-Won’s heart race with an uneasy mix of fear and disbelief.

Ignoring Ji-Won’s protests, Youn-Jae yanked him roughly into the living room, his grip iron-tight around Ji-Won’s wrist. “You’re not going anywhere,” he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with a coldness that sent a shiver down Ji-Won’s spine. He shoved Ji-Won onto the couch, the dim light of the room casting eerie shadows across Youn-Jae's face, amplifying the dangerous energy that surrounded him.

The force of the push made Ji-Won stumble backward, landing hard against the cushions. Before he could react, Youn-Jae was on him again, hands moving with a forceful urgency as he grabbed Ji-Won’s shirt, yanking at the fabric until it tore with a sharp rip. The sound echoed through the quiet room, a harsh contrast to the stillness of the night. Ji-Won flinched, the aggressive tug snapping him out of his daze.

“Stop!” Ji-Won gasped, his voice trembling as he tried to push Youn-Jae away, his hands shaking against the firm wall of muscle in front of him. But Youn-Jae was relentless, his movements frenzied, driven by something primal and out of control. His hands roamed over Ji-Won’s chest, rough and insistent, his fingers tracing lines that felt more like chains than caresses.

Ji-Won’s mind spun in panic. He could feel the heat of Youn-Jae’s body pressing down on him, trapping him beneath the weight of his actions. There was desperation in Youn-Jae’s touch, but it was clouded by the aggression that terrified Ji-Won. He tried to twist free, but Youn-Jae’s grip on his wrists tightened painfully, pinning him down, rendering him powerless.

“Please...... stop!” Ji-Won’s voice cracked, his words barely above a whisper, his body tensing as Youn-Jae forced another bruising kiss on him, their lips crashing together with a painful intensity. Ji-Won winced, his tears stinging the corners of his eyes as he felt Youn-Jae’s breath, hot and erratic, mingling with his own. The taste of alcohol was sharp between them, an inescapable reminder of Youn-Jae’s intoxicated state.

But Youn-Jae still didn’t stop. His grip on Ji-Won’s wrists was vice-like, unrelenting as he pressed Ji-Won deeper into the couch, his body heavy with drunken intent. The anger in his movements, the desperation—none of it made sense to Ji-Won. His heart pounded painfully in his chest, his pulse deafening in his ears as Youn-Jae continued his reckless assault, tearing away the last fragments of Ji-Won’s composure, tears pricked at his eyes, a deep ache forming in his throat as he fought to keep himself together. But the fear was overwhelming, creeping into every corner of his being. He could feel the panic rising, the terrifying realization that Youn-Jae wasn’t hearing him, wasn’t seeing him.

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***

Ji-Won struggled, trying to turn his body and meet Youn-Jae’s gaze, his breath shaky and uneven. When their eyes finally locked, Ji-Won’s expression softened despite his fear. With trembling hands, he reached up, gently placing one hand on Youn-Jae's face, his touch hesitant but filled with an almost desperate affection. His eyes searched Youn-Jae’s, pleading for understanding and kindness.

Ji-Won’s eyes, wide and shimmering with unshed tears, locked onto Youn-Jae’s with a silent plea, begging for a moment of reprieve from the overwhelming intensity. “Sir…” he whispered, his voice trembling, each word weighted with vulnerability. “I don’t understand the way you treat me. I—I know I owe you so much…” His breath hitched, uneven and shallow, as if each word was a struggle to release.

“But if we’re going to do this,” he continued, his voice breaking under the weight of his emotions, “can you at least tell me? Be gentle with me. Please… don’t force me.” The words came out almost in a whisper, a raw edge of desperation cutting through them. “I know my place, and I know I need to repay you for all you’ve done… but…” His voice faltered, cracking as a surge of emotions threatened to spill over. He bit his lip, barely managing to hold back the tears brimming in his eyes, his heart aching with an unspoken hope for kindness.

Youn-Jae’s aggressive demeanor faltered, his body tensing as Ji-Won’s words sank in. For a brief moment, he froze, the harsh lines of his expression softening as he truly looked at Ji-Won—seeing the fear and vulnerability etched across his face. Ji-Won’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, his lips trembling as he struggled to keep his composure.

“Shit,” Youn-Jae muttered, his brow furrowing deeply. The weight of Ji-Won’s terror cut through the drunken haze that clouded his mind, guilt creeping in like a cold tide. His shoulders slumped, the aggression in his movements evaporating as a deep sense of shame settled in.

In a sudden shift, Youn-Jae collapsed against Ji-Won, his weight pressing down but lacking the earlier aggression. It was as if he had given up the fight with himself, his arms loosely wrapping around Ji-Won’s frame in a messy, unintentional embrace. He buried his face in Ji-Won’s shoulder, his breath hot and ragged against Ji-Won’s skin.

“Sir…” Ji-Won whispered, his voice barely audible, but steady, carrying both fear and resolve. “It’s okay… I can do this… just, don’t force me.” His hands shook as he cupped Youn-Jae’s face again, this time leaning forward to press a delicate, trembling kiss to Youn-Jae’s lips. The kiss wasn’t passionate; it was gentle, almost pleading, as if asking Youn-Jae to hold back his storm.

Youn-Jae’s breath caught in his throat, and he pulled away just slightly, his eyes searching Ji-Won’s face for any sign of hesitation. When he found none, he let his head dip lower, his lips brushing against the tender skin of Ji-Won’s neck. His touch was softer now, almost reverent. He kissed the curve of Ji-Won’s collarbone, then his chest, trailing down with a deliberate slowness that carried none of the earlier violence.

Ji-Won let out a soft moan, his body responding to Youn-Jae’s sudden tenderness, and for the first time that night, it felt as though the plea for gentleness had reached him. Youn-Jae moved with care, his mouth leaving burning kisses down Ji-Won’s stomach, his hands now caressing rather than commanding. The desperation was still there, but it was tempered by a newfound sense of restraint, as if he was finally listening to Ji-Won’s unspoken need for kindness.

“It will be alright… I just need to loosen you up a bit,” Youn-Jae murmured, his voice low and soothing as he lifted his head slightly to peek at Ji-Won. “It might hurt a little, but you’ll get used to it.” His gaze was intense, yet there was a hint of softness in his eyes as he reassured Ji-Won.

Youn-Jae reached over to the corner table beside the couch, pulling open the drawer and grabbing a bottle of lotion. He poured some onto his hands, the cool liquid a stark contrast to the heat simmering between them. In the back of his mind, Youn-Jae couldn’t help but scoff, his thoughts briefly flickering to his friend who owned the villa. “Huh, that asshole, he’s even had a lotions and condoms in the drawer,” Youn-Jae thought, rolling his eyes at the irony.

Returning his focus to Ji-Won, Youn-Jae’s touch was gentler now but still firm, his fingers moving with a careful, measured rhythm. Ji-Won tensed, his breath catching in his throat as he felt Youn-Jae’s finger slide deeper inside him. The sensation was foreign, a mix of discomfort and burgeoning pleasure that sent shivers down Ji-Won’s spine. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the soft gasps that escaped him, his hands gripping the couch cushions as Youn-Jae continued.

Youn-Jae watched Ji-Won’s reactions closely, his own breath growing heavier with each passing second. He could feel Ji-Won’s body tense, the way his muscles tightened as he pushed against the new sensations. Ji-Won’s moans grew louder, more frequent, a clear sign that he was reaching his limit.

“Just hold on a little longer, Won,” Youn-Jae whispered, his voice low and coaxing as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against Ji-Won’s ear. “You’re so tight…” His words were both a comfort and a tease.

Ji-Won’s grip on the couch tightened, his nails digging into the fabric as he tried to focus on Youn-Jae’s words, the sound of his voice grounding him amidst the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure. His body trembled, every nerve alight as Youn-Jae’s touch sent jolts of heat through him, leaving him breathless and aching for more.

"I think you're ready now," Youn-Jae whispered in Ji-Won's ear again.

He slowly withdrew his finger, and Ji-Won let out a soft whimper. Youn-Jae reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his erected penis, and pressed it against Ji-Won's entrance, slowly seeking entry. Ji-Won's breath caught in his throat as he felt the initial resistance

"Just relax," he whispered. "So, it won't hurt."

Youn-Jae groaned, his voice filled with amazement and passion as he began to move slowly thrusting his hard cock inside and adjusting to the size of Ji-won’s hole “Fuck! your hole taking my ass to good, You like that, you little slut” Youn-Jae asked, as he began to thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure, increasing his pace his hips moving in rhythm with Ji-Won's, he reached around and grabbed Ji-Won's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

"Cum for me," Youn-Jae said, his voice strained with pleasure.

Ji-Won let out a loud moan as he came, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. Youn-Jae followed soon after, his own release sending him over the edge.

***

The morning light filtered through the window curtains, casting a soft, hazy glow over the living room. Ji-Won slowly opened his eyes, wincing at the dull ache that radiated through his entire body. He could feel the sting in his lower half, a sharp reminder of the previous night’s events. His skin was marked with a trail of hickeys, each one a lingering trace of Youn-Jae’s touch. Ji-Won’s movements were slow and cautious as he tried to sit up, the soreness making every action a painful effort.

He glanced down, noticing that his body had been cleaned and dressed in fresh clothes, the scent of laundry detergent faintly clinging to the fabric. It was as if Youn-Jae had tried to erase the evidence of what had happened, but the physical reminders were impossible to ignore.

“Did we really do that?”

“Did I really give him my first?”

Ji-Won whispered to himself, his voice barely audible as he ran a shaky hand through his tousled hair.

Just then, Youn-Jae appeared on the terrace, returning from his morning jog. He was shirtless, his skin glistening with sweat, and a towel hung loosely around his neck. His presence was magnetic, exuding confidence with every step as he walked past Ji-Won without a care.

Ji-Won, still sitting on the couch, felt frozen in place. His heart pounded as he watched Youn-Jae, a mix of shame and embarrassment flooding him. He could barely meet Youn-Jae’s eyes, his own gaze dropping to the floor. The sight of Youn-Jae's toned physique made Ji-Won’s cheeks burn with a mix of emotions he couldn’t quite name—was it humiliation? Guilt? Desire?

Youn-Jae, seemingly oblivious to Ji-Won’s turmoil, casually reached out and patted Ji-Won’s head as he passed, his touch light but jarring. The simple gesture sent a shock through Ji-Won’s system, making him stiffen like a statue. It was as if Youn-Jae’s touch had the power to unearth every raw emotion Ji-Won was trying so desperately to suppress.

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