Chapter 2: First love
The penthouse was a cathedral of quiet, the kind that only exists after a storm—when the air is thick with the memory of thunder, but the sky has finally cleared. The city below pulsed, a living thing of neon and steel, but up here, in this sanctuary of dark wood and silk, the world felt suspended. The only sounds were the soft hum of the air conditioner, the occasional rustle of fabric, and the slow, deliberate breaths of the two men who now stood at the threshold of something irreversible.
Hyukjae’s fingers trembled as he unbuttoned the cuffs of his dress shirt, the crisp white fabric sliding from his wrists like a second skin.
The air in the penthouse was thick with anticipation, the kind that made his pulse hammer in his throat. He could feel Donghae’s gaze on him, heavy and possessive, burning into his back as he moved toward the bed.
The sheets were already turned down, the black silk cool against his palms when he brushed them. He exhaled sharply, the sound almost a laugh, but there was no humor in it—just nerves, just the raw, electric awareness of what was coming.
“You’re overthinking,” Donghae murmured from behind him, his voice rough with amusement.
The weight of his presence pressed against Hyukjae’s back, the heat of his body seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt. A hand slid around his waist, fingers splaying possessively over his stomach, pulling him back until their bodies aligned—chest to back, hip to ass, the hard ridge of Donghae’s cock already straining against his trousers. “We’ve waited long enough.”
Hyukjae swallowed hard, his throat dry. “It’s just—”
“Just what?” Donghae’s lips brushed the shell of his ear, the words warm and deliberate. “You’re nervous.
*Finally.*” Donghae’s voice was a low, dark chuckle, his breath hot against Hyukjae’s neck as his fingers tightened around his waist, pulling him back harder. The press of Donghae’s cock against his ass was unmistakable—thick, insistent, already half-hard just from the anticipation. The way he moved, the way his hips rolled just slightly, grinding that heavy length against him—*fuck*, it made Hyukjae’s knees weak.
“You think I haven’t imagined this?” Donghae’s teeth grazed his earlobe, sharp enough to make him gasp.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about, *husband*.” The word sent a jolt through him—*husband*—like a brand searing into his skin. His cock twitched, straining against his zipper, already aching for more than just the teasing press of Donghae’s body.
Hyukjae turned in his arms, hands coming up to grip the lapels of Donghae’s suit jacket. The fabric was smooth under his fingers, but the man beneath it was anything but. Donghae’s eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with hunger, his lips parted just enough to show the glint of his teeth.
A slow, predatory smile curled his mouth as Hyukjae’s fingers tightened on his jacket. The air between them crackled, charged with something electric, something that had been building for years—long before the contract, long before the wedding. Now, there was nothing left to hold them back.
“You’re *mine*,” Donghae growled, his voice rough, possessive. His hands slid up Hyukjae’s chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt before yanking it open with a sharp, violent motion. Buttons scattered across the floor, tiny clicks against the hardwood, but neither of them cared.
Donghae’s hands were rough, fingers digging into Hyukjae’s shoulders as he shoved him backward until his knees hit the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight, the black silk sheets cool against his palms as he braced himself.
“Fuck,” Hyukjae gasped as Donghae’s mouth crashed onto his, lips bruising, tongue forcing its way past his teeth. The kiss was messy, desperate—years of pent-up need boiling over in one brutal collision. Donghae’s hands were everywhere—ripping open his belt, yanking down his zipper, fingers curling around his cock before he could even catch his breath.
The sudden, rough contact made Hyukjae’s hips jerk forward, a choked moan spilling from his lips as Donghae’s grip tightened, stroking him with a possessive, almost punishing rhythm.
“Fuck, you’re *so* hard for me,” Donghae growled against his mouth, his voice thick with satisfaction. His thumb swiped over the slick head of Hyukjae’s cock, smearing the beads of precome that had already gathered there. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight down his spine, his balls tightening as Donghae’s fingers worked him with deliberate, teasing strokes.
Each rough pull of his fist made Hyukjae’s hips buck, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he clung to Donghae’s shoulders, nails digging into the expensive fabric of his suit.
“You like that?” Donghae murmured, his lips brushing Hyukjae’s ear, his voice low and rough with need. “You like when I touch you like this?”
Hyukjae could only whimper in response, his head falling back as Donghae’s mouth found his throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below his jaw. The contrast of pain and pleasure sent a shiver through him, his cock throbbing in Donghae’s grip.
"Fuck—yes, *don’t stop*," he gasped, his voice raw with need. The words barely left his lips before Donghae’s mouth was on his again, swallowing his moans as he stroked him harder, faster—each rough tug of his fist sending sparks of pleasure through his body.
Donghae’s other hand slid down, fingers gripping Hyukjae’s ass, kneading the flesh before pulling him closer, their bodies pressing together in a way that left no room for doubt. His cock was rock-hard against Hyukjae’s thigh, the heat of it burning through the layers of fabric between them.
Donghae’s grip on his ass tightened, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks, and Hyukjae whimpered into his mouth, his own hips bucking forward into the rough, demanding strokes of Donghae’s hand.
“Fuck, you’re *so* tight,” Donghae growled, his voice rough with hunger as he finally pulled away, his lips glistening with spit. His dark eyes burned into Hyukjae’s, possessive and wild, before he shoved him back onto the bed with a rough push. The silk sheets were cool against his bare back, but the heat of Donghae’s body following him was scorching.
Hyukjae barely had time to register the mattress dipping beneath them before Donghae was on him, hands rough and demanding as he tore at the remaining fabric of Hyukjae’s dress shirt, the last few buttons popping off and scattering across the floor.
“Fuck, look at you,” Donghae rasped, his voice thick with lust as he loomed over him, his suit jacket already discarded, his white dress shirt unbuttoned and hanging open to reveal the hard planes of his chest. The sight of him—dark hair disheveled, tie loose around his neck, lips swollen from their desperate kisses—made Hyukjae’s cock throb painfully.
Donghae’s hands were everywhere, rough and possessive, stripping him with a hunger that bordered on violence. The last remnants of his shirt were torn away, leaving him bare from the waist up, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.
“Fuck, you’re *perfect*,” Donghae growled, his voice rough as gravel. His fingers traced the lines of Hyukjae’s abs, nails scraping lightly over his skin before dipping lower, hooking into the waistband of his trousers. With a sharp tug, he yanked them down, taking his boxers with them, leaving Hyukjae completely exposed.
The air was cool against his overheated skin, but the heat of Donghae’s gaze burned hotter. His husband’s eyes raked over him, dark and hungry, taking in every inch of his body—the way his cock stood thick and flushed, the way his thighs trembled with anticipation, the way his chest rose and fell in quick, desperate breaths.
“Fuck, look at you,” Donghae murmured, his voice thick with lust. His hands slid up Hyukjae’s thighs, fingers digging into his skin as he spread him open, exposing him completely.
The air was thick with the scent of their arousal—sweat, precome, the musky heat of two men who had waited too long for this moment. Donghae’s breath hitched as he took in the sight of him, his cock twitching against his own trousers.
“Fuck, you’re *so* ready for me,” Donghae growled, his voice rough with need. His fingers traced the crease of Hyukjae’s ass, teasing the tight, puckered hole before pressing just inside. The sudden intrusion made Hyukjae gasp, his back arching off the bed.
Donghae’s fingers were thick, calloused, and *relentless* as they pushed deeper, stretching him with slow, deliberate strokes. The burn was sharp at first, but the pleasure that followed was even sharper—a deep, aching need that coiled tighter with every thrust of those skilled fingers.
“Fuck, *yes*—” Hyukjae moaned, his hands scrambling for purchase on the silk sheets as Donghae curled his fingers just right, brushing against that perfect spot inside him. His cock throbbed, leaking precome onto his stomach, his hips lifting helplessly toward the empty air.
"Fuck, Donghae—*please*—" The words were a desperate whine, his voice cracking with need. He could feel the slick heat of his own arousal dripping down his shaft, his balls drawn up tight, aching for release.
Donghae's dark chuckle rumbled against his skin as he leaned down, his breath hot against Hyukjae's ear. "Begging already?" His fingers twisted inside him, stretching him wider, the burn turning into a deep, throbbing pleasure that made Hyukjae's toes curl.
"Fuck, you're *so* tight for me," Donghae growled, his voice rough with lust as he added a third finger, scissoring them apart. The stretch was almost too much, but the way Donghae's thumb pressed against his taint, massaging the sensitive skin, sent sparks of pleasure through his body.
"Fuck—*fuck*—" Hyukjae gasped, his hips bucking up into the empty air. His cock was rock-hard, leaking precome onto his stomach, the head flushed a deep red.
The sight of it made Donghae’s mouth water, his own cock throbbing painfully against his trousers. He couldn’t take it anymore.
With a growl, Donghae pulled his fingers free, leaving Hyukjae whimpering at the sudden emptiness. He stood up just long enough to strip off his own clothes, his suit jacket and shirt hitting the floor in a crumpled heap. His trousers followed, kicked aside with a sharp motion, leaving him completely naked.
Fuck, he was *perfect*.
Donghae’s cock stood thick and heavy between his legs, the head already slick with precome, veins pulsing along the shaft.
He was *huge*—thicker than Hyukjae had imagined, the weight of it making his stomach clench with a mix of nerves and desperate need. The sight of him—all hard muscle and dark, hungry eyes—made Hyukjae’s breath catch in his throat.
“Fuck,” Donghae growled, his voice rough as gravel as he looked down at him. His hands slid up Hyukjae’s thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh before spreading him wider, exposing him completely. The cool air brushed against his slick, stretched hole, making him shiver. “Look at you.
Spread open for me like this,” Donghae murmured, his voice rough with hunger as he traced the slick, stretched rim of Hyukjae’s hole with his thumb. The touch was light, teasing, sending a shiver down his spine. “You’re *begging* for it, aren’t you?”
Hyukjae’s breath hitched as he felt the thick, blunt head of Donghae’s cock pressing against him, the weight of it heavy and insistent. He whimpered, his fingers digging into the silk sheets as he arched his back, trying to take more of him.
“Fuck—*please*—” The words came out broken, desperate.
Hyukjae’s entire body trembled, his muscles taut with anticipation. He could feel the slick, swollen head of Donghae’s cock pressing against his entrance, the heat of it searing into his skin. His own cock throbbed, leaking precome in thick, sticky strands onto his stomach, the head flushed dark red.
Donghae didn’t answer with words. Instead, he gripped Hyukjae’s hips hard enough to leave bruises, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lined himself up. The first push was slow, deliberate—just the thick crown breaching him, stretching him open in a way that made Hyukjae’s breath catch in his throat.
His fingers clawed at the sheets, his back arching as Donghae’s cockhead slipped past the tight ring of muscle, the burn sharp and deep.
“Fuck—*fuck*—” Hyukjae gasped, his voice breaking as he felt every ridge, every vein of Donghae’s cock dragging against his inner walls. The stretch was almost too much, his body trembling as it adjusted to the intrusion.
Donghae’s grip on his hips tightened, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. “You’re *so fucking tight*,” he growled, his voice rough with hunger.
“Fuck, you’re choking my cock like a goddamn vice.”
Hyukjae whimpered, his fingers twisting in the silk sheets as Donghae pushed deeper, the thick head of his cock stretching him open with every slow, deliberate inch. The burn was sharp, almost painful, but the pleasure that followed was electric—his body trembling as it adjusted to the invasion, his hole clenching greedily around the thick length filling him.
“Fuck—*fuck*—” he gasped, his voice breaking as Donghae’s hips pressed flush against his ass, his heavy balls resting against his taint.
Hyukjae’s hole was stretched obscenely around the thick base of Donghae’s cock, his inner walls fluttering as they adjusted to the sheer size of him.
Donghae’s breath was ragged, his fingers digging into Hyukjae’s hips hard enough to leave marks. “So fucking tight,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “You feel *perfect*.”
Hyukjae could only whimper in response, his fingers clawing at the silk sheets as Donghae pulled back, his cock dragging against every sensitive nerve inside him. The friction was electric, his body trembling as he was stretched and filled in a way he’d never experienced before.
Donghae’s cock was *huge*—thick, veiny, and *relentless* as it slid deeper, inch by inch, until his hips were pressed flush against Hyukjae’s ass, his heavy balls resting against his taint.
“Fuck—*fuck*—” Hyukjae gasped, his voice breaking as Donghae’s hips pressed flush against his ass, his heavy balls resting against his taint. The stretch was almost too much, his body trembling as it adjusted to the invasion, his hole clenching greedily around the thick length filling him.
The burn was sharp at first, but the pleasure that followed was electric—his body trembling as it adjusted to the invasion, his hole clenching greedily around the thick length filling him. “Fuck, you’re choking my cock like a goddamn vice.”
Hyukjae whimpered, his fingers twisting in the silk sheets as Donghae pulled back, his cock dragging against every sensitive nerve inside him.
The stretch was almost too much, his body trembling as it adjusted to the invasion, his hole clenching greedily around the thick length filling him.
Every inch of Donghae’s cock dragged against sensitive nerve endings, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through Hyukjae’s body. He gasped, his fingers clawing at the silk sheets as Donghae’s hips pressed flush against his ass, the weight of him pinning him down in the most delicious way.
“Fuck—*fuck*—” Hyukjae moaned, his voice breaking as Donghae’s heavy balls rested against his taint. The sensation was overwhelming—the burn, the fullness, the way his body stretched obscenely around Donghae’s thick cock.
Hyukjae’s breath came in ragged gasps as he tried to adjust, his fingers twisting in the silk sheets, his back arching off the bed. The pain was sharp, but beneath it was a deep, throbbing pleasure that made his cock twitch and leak precome onto his stomach.
Donghae’s hips were flush against his ass, his heavy balls resting against Hyukjae’s taint. He could feel the heat of Donghae’s skin, the rough hair on his thighs brushing against the back of his own legs. Donghae’s cock was buried to the hilt inside him, stretching him wider than he had ever been stretched before.
The burn was intense, but beneath it was a deep, aching pleasure that made his toes curl and his breath hitch. He could feel every ridge, every vein of Donghae’s thick shaft pressing against his inner walls, filling him in a way that left no doubt—this was *his* man now.
“Fuck, you’re *so* tight,” Donghae growled, his voice rough with hunger as he pulled back just slightly, his cock dragging against every sensitive nerve inside Hyukjae. The friction sent sparks of pleasure-pain through his body, making him gasp and whimper.
"Fuck—*fuck*—" Hyukjae gasped, his voice breaking as Donghae's heavy balls rested against his taint. The sensation was overwhelming—the burn, the fullness, the way his body stretched obscenely around Donghae's thick cock.
"Goddamn, look at you," Donghae groaned, his voice rough with lust as he pulled back just enough to watch his cock slide out, glistening with Hyukjae's slick arousal. The sight of it—his thick, veiny shaft coated in precome and Hyukjae's own wetness—made his breath hitch.
The way Donghae's cock glistened, slick and swollen, made Hyukjae's mouth water. He wanted to taste it, to feel the weight of it on his tongue, but before he could move, Donghae was already slamming back into him with a brutal, possessive thrust.
"Fuck—*fuck*—" Hyukjae gasped, his fingers clawing at the sheets as Donghae's hips snapped forward, his cock burying itself to the hilt inside him. The sudden, deep penetration made his vision blur, his body trembling as he adjusted to the sheer size of Donghae's cock filling him completely.
The burn was sharp, almost unbearable, but beneath it was a deep, throbbing pleasure that made his toes curl and his breath hitch.
Hyukjae’s breath hitched, his fingers curling into the rough wool of the blanket beneath him as Donghae’s weight settled over his back, the heat of his body seeping into Hyukjae’s skin. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and something sharper—Donghae’s cologne, musky and intoxicating, clinging to the sheets. His moans were raw, desperate, the way his name spilled from his lips not quite words anymore, just a broken plea for more. Then—*yes*—Donghae’s hips thrust forward, the first deep, relentless stroke sending Hyukjae’s spine tingling. The stretch was exquisite, agonizing, his body clenching around Donghae’s thickness as if trying to hold on, to memorize the way he filled him. Every ridge, every vein of Donghae’s cock pressed against his inner walls, the friction sending sparks through his nerves. His breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, his body arching back just slightly, offering himself up without hesitation. This wasn’t just pleasure—it was possession. The way Donghae moved, the way his hands gripped Hyukjae’s hips, the way his voice dropped to a rough growl when he groaned, *"Fuck, you’re so tight—"*—it all whispered the same truth. There was no going back now. Not when his body was betraying him, when his heart was already staking its claim. *His* man.
"Fuck, you're *so* tight," Donghae growled, his voice rough with hunger as he pulled back just slightly, his cock dragging against every sensitive nerve inside Hyukjae.