TSOTI – Chapter 3.8

Seungwoo remained seated and pulled Doyoung up onto his body. Facing him, Doyoung sank onto Seungwoo’s cock. Doyoung’s pussy accepted him easily. The thick shaft—already sucked and worked so much that his pussy was spread wide—pierced straight inside in one thrust.

“Ah—!”

The rounded head stabbed mercilessly at his cervix, and Doyoung threw his head back with a moan. Drowned in dizzying pleasure, his upper body arched, and all strength drained from him. Seungwoo caught his falling back with one arm and buried his face in Doyoung’s chest. He began to grind his hips while sucking at the small nipples that now stuck out slightly, even without being fully hard.

“Hng, heut. Hng. Aheungh, ngh. Ngh.”

Pleasure surged, heating Doyoung’s face. His heart felt like it was melting as he enjoyed the cock roaming inside him. Seungwoo’s expression as he watched Doyoung was sharp—like a predator eyeing its prey, devouring Doyoung’s pussy with a killing gaze.

“Ah—ngh! Ahh—ah!”

Already having come once from being eaten out, Doyoung spilled again after only a few thrusts. He was too aroused, and the downward angle drove Seungwoo’s cock far deeper than usual, making it impossible to contain the sensation.

Shaking, Doyoung rubbed his cervix against the upright head, crying out in a voice stripped down to pure instinct.

“Ah— it’s good! Mm—ngh! Cock—Seungwoo’s cock! It’s delicious! Ngh—!”

Doyoung’s pusst juice streamed down Seungwoo’s shaft. Like wax melting down a candle, several long rivulets clung to the burning cock.

Seungwoo grabbed Doyoung’s torso and lifted him. The slim, small body looked like it might break in his hands. His cock plunged back into the cunt that was still leaking freely, thrusting hard and deep again. As Seungwoo slammed all the way in, Doyoung cried out loudly, trembling.

“Ahh—!”

Seungwoo’s cock was buried fully inside him. It felt as though the thick, long skewer might split his belly and burst straight out of his throat. Doyoung trembled with fear and pleasure, whimpering as he clung to Seungwoo’s neck, begging wordlessly for him to go easier.

He buried his face in Seungwoo’s broad shoulder, rubbing his tear-wet eyes there. His body spoke for him—that the pleasure was too much to endure—clinging and whining at Seungwoo like a spoiled little thing.

“Fuck.”

The curse slipped from Seungwoo’s mouth. Watching this small kitten beg to be gentle only made him more aroused. Veins bulged along the back of the hand gripping Doyoung’s narrow waist. Muscles swelling, Seungwoo tightened his arms and began shaking Doyoung rapidly.

“Eut, eut, eut! Eut! Heuuut, eut!”

THUD. THUD.

The old wooden floor groaned under the violent movement. Doyoung was shaken helplessly in Seungwoo’s grip, sobbing in pleasure. The rain that had stopped earlier began pouring again, slamming into the ground as brutally as their bodies collided.

“Heung, heung! Heungh, Seungwoo, Seungwoo. Hng! Deep, deep, right there, too much, heung!”

“You like it… when I put it in deep… ngh.”

“Aang, but that’s too intense…… Mmmngh!”

Unable to withstand the overwhelming pleasure, Doyoung wrapped his arms tightly around Seungwoo, scratching at his back with unconscious claws as he sobbed. For some reason, Seungwoo’s cock felt like it was growing even bigger inside him. Already thick, the seated position made it even more overwhelming, crushing and grinding mercilessly into his walls.

“I can’t take it—I can’t—!”

Doyoung cried out, then immediately sought Seungwoo’s lips, burying his mouth against them.

The moment Doyoung’s lips touched his, Seungwoo’s pupils dilated. His movements stilled as he stared in disbelief at Doyoung kissing him.

“Mmmngh, ngh. Heuuungh, ngh…….”

Clinging to Seungwoo, kissing him, Doyoung let out small, kitten-like sounds from his throat. Watching him kiss with his big eyes squeezed shut, Seungwoo’s gaze gradually softened.

He was lovely. So lovely, it made him want to keep him by his side forever and love him.

“Heungh……!”

Seungwoo caressed Doyoung’s body. Holding his small head and waist—both fitting easily in one hand—he kissed him while thrusting into his pussy. Drunk on kisses and gentle touches, Doyoung gave his body to him.

The cock buried in his cunt was impossibly tender. Just like Seungwoo’s gaze when he looked at him—it was warm.

“Ah…!”

Moments later, Seungwoo came inside Doyoung’s pussy. Warm liquid seeped into him, making his body convulse violently. The spurting cock throbbed and swelled. Unable to withstand the stimulation, Doyoung’s pussy came too, clamping down painfully on the flesh filling it as it gushed. Their combined release overflowed, leaking out around the cock still lodged inside.

“Haa, haa, ha……. Heungh, ngh…….”

Having poured everything out, Doyoung panted weakly. Seungwoo stared at the lips slipping away from him and smiled softly. Swollen from sucking and rubbing, the lips glistened with saliva.

The rain that had been pouring down madly at their climax softened once more into a gentle drizzle. Damp air wrapped around them, and the scent of cunt mingled with the fresh smell of rain. Seungwoo supported Doyoung’s head and pulled him closer, lingering heat spreading across his cheek.

Seungwoo closed his eyes. Forehead pressed to Doyoung’s, he felt his breath. In the moistened world, sunlight slowly began to break through. The sky, freed from dark clouds, gradually cleared.

“Hyung! A call just came in—!”

Seungbin shouted as he burst out of the kitchen. Spotting the two clinging together on the hall floor, he yelped and rushed over.

“What the hell! You couldn’t even wait and already went at it without me?”

Standing at the edge of the hall, he shouted petulantly. Pulled back to reality, Doyoung and Seungwoo came out of their afterglow.

“That’s not fair! You did it without me!”

Seeing Seungbin puff his cheeks and sulk, Doyoung couldn’t help but snort with laughter. Seungwoo, too, broke into a laugh. The two of them soon burst out laughing loudly, the hall echoing—still tangled together, Seungwoo’s cock buried inside, bodies pressed close as they laughed freely.

“I wanna do it too! I’m not letting this slide—Hyung, move!”

Finally, Seungbin climbed up onto the floor, declaring he’d join. Seungwoo stood up with Doyoung in his arms.

“Nope. Says who?”

“Huh? Hyung, seriously?”

Annoyed, Seungbin lunged at them. Seungwoo dodged him while holding Doyoung, weaving away. Cradled in his arms, Doyoung kept laughing. The rain-cleared sky revealed the sun, brilliant light spilling down as a large rainbow arched across the moist heavens.

***

At last, the rain stopped, and the blazing summer sun returned. From morning, Seungwoo and Seungbin were busy. Supplies were coming in around noon, so they needed to prepare.

Doyoung offered to help, but both men firmly refused. They joked that he’d be useless anyway, but Doyoung sensed there was another reason behind it.

Unbeknownst to him, the two managed another building on the island besides the guesthouse. From their conversation, it seemed like a storage facility of sorts. Doyoung didn’t press—it didn’t feel like something he needed to know.

Only in the late evening, well after noon had passed and the sun began to tilt, did they return with arms full of goods. He’d assumed they’d gone by motorbike as usual, but strangely, they’d walked. Each carried a box on one shoulder and a large bag in the other as they entered the yard.

“Wow. That’s a lot.”

Doyoung came out to help. The moment he took the bag Seungbin was holding with one hand, its unexpected weight nearly made him drop it. Flustered, he hugged it with both arms and struggled over to the bench. Watching him, Seungwoo and Seungbin burst out laughing together.

“Our hyung. Guess we really need to feed you more.”

Seungbin came up behind Doyoung and hugged him, whispering as he kissed his cheek loudly.

“Were you bored without us?”

“No, I mean… not really…”

“Sorry. We had to haul stuff and put things away.”

They’d only been apart a few hours, but Seungbin immediately clung to Doyoung, showering him with affection. Watching, Seungwoo smiled faintly and continued carrying the rest.

“We brought tons of ingredients today, so I’ll cook something good later. Oh—and we got a ton of alcohol too.”

“Mm.”

After one last loud kiss on Doyoung’s cheek, Seungbin went back to hauling boxes with Seungwoo. Doyoung tried to help, but Seungwoo waved him away insistently.

“Whew. Think that’s about it.”

Seungbin dusted off his hands. Doyoung brought over ice water from the kitchen for them.

“Thanks.”

Seungwoo replied shortly, wiping sweat from his brow. Wearing a white sleeveless shirt and blue-dyed jumpsuit tied at the waist, he looked like a mechanic. His broad shoulders and bulging arms were slick with sweat, tanned skin suiting the look perfectly.

Gulp. Gulp.

As Seungwoo drank, Doyoung couldn’t tear his eyes away from the movement of his throat. Sweat trailing down his thick neck, the damp tank top, the subtly exposed chest muscles—his heart began to race.

“Wow, hyung. Aren’t you staring a bit too hard at Seungwoo-hyung?”

Seungbin said sulkily. Only then did Doyoung realize he’d been completely zoning out, and he hurriedly looked away.

“Look at that—your face is bright red. You really like Seungwoo-hyung that much?”

“No… it’s not like that.”

“Liar.”

As Seungbin puffed his cheeks again, Doyoung felt inexplicably guilty. He stepped closer to hug him—but Seungbin beat him to it, throwing himself into Doyoung’s arms.

Much bigger and sturdier than Doyoung, Seungbin rubbed his face against his shoulder.

“Hyung. Love me too. I can treat you way better than Seungwoo-hyung.”

He said it teasingly, but Doyoung just smiled and stroked his soft hair. Like this, Seungbin really did feel like a big dog—huge, loyal, knowing only his owner.

“When did I ever say I only like Seungwoo?”

Doyoung’s voice sounded like a mother soothing a pouting child.

“Then?”

“I like you too. And Seungwoo. The same.”

“Really?”

Seungbin lifted his head, eyes shining. Startled by the intensity of his reaction, Doyoung nodded anyway.

It was his first time expressing his feelings so directly, and he felt embarrassed—but seeing Seungbin so happy made him glad he’d said it. And it was true.

After being honest, his heart felt much lighter. It was a feeling he’d never imagined before.

“Yes! Awesome!”

Simple as ever, Seungbin jumped up happily and ran off to prepare dinner. Watching him go, Doyoung smiled. He was tall and sometimes even felt older than Doyoung, yet moments like this made him feel oddly cute.

“Is that really true?”

Suddenly, Seungwoo—having drained his glass—asked as he handed it to Doyoung.

“Huh?”

“Are Seungbin and I the same to you?”

Ah…

A small sigh escaped Doyoung.

He couldn’t tell what Seungwoo meant. Was he serious? Or joking? His tone sounded light—but…

“No… it’s not exactly that…”

His voice trailed off.

If he thought about it, it was true that his heart leaned a little more toward Seungwoo. He liked them both—but the texture of those feelings was different.

Seungbin was someone he wanted to take care of, to look after. Like a younger brother.

In reality, Doyoung was always the one being cared for—but for some reason, that word still came to mind when he looked at Seungbin. He felt comfortable around him. Just talking and laughing together warmed his heart.

Seungwoo was different.

There was always a strange tension, like facing someone he’d quietly loved from afar. Even now, though they’d grown closer, being alone with him still made Doyoung awkward and breathless. Seungwoo still felt like someone just out of reach—a lingering first love.

“…I’m sorry.”

After hesitating a long while, that was all Doyoung could say.

No matter how dull he might be, after last night’s conversation alone with Seungwoo, he could feel that something subtle had shifted between them. What they’d shared wasn’t something that could be dismissed as mere pleasure. There had been emotion—soft, sweet, different from before.

But even if his feelings for Seungwoo had deepened, he couldn’t simply erase what he felt for Seungbin. The affection he’d received from him was anything but light.

Thanks to Seungbin, he adapted to the island so quickly. His bright, cheerful energy seeped even into Doyoung’s gloom, letting him live more lightly. Being by his side made everything easier, happier.

At first, he’d only been drawn to that warmth and kindness—but as time passed, mixing bodies and living together, his feelings became something words like like couldn’t fully contain.

When Seungbin smiled brightly at him, his heart raced without reason. When he spoke softly after coming hard, Doyoung melted. And when he called his name seriously, excitement surged so fiercely it felt like his heart would burst.

Though different from what he felt for Seungwoo, the depth was the same. It wasn’t something that could be sorted by who he liked more or less.

So Doyoung said nothing. Instead of choosing, he covered everything with an apology.

“……”

Hearing that, Seungwoo simply stared at him in silence. His gaze was calm, composed—almost as if he’d expected this.

“It was refreshing.”

Then he smiled casually and rested a hand on Doyoung’s head, ruffling his hair like one might with someone younger. Turning away, he stripped off his tank top as he headed for the bathroom. Under the sun, thick muscles shifted across his broad back.

Doyoung stood frozen until Seungwoo disappeared inside.

The sun was setting.

A dull, aching sensation lingered on his lower lip as he gently bit it.