TSOTI – Chapter 5.1

Doyoung let out a small snuffling sound even as he slept, as though he were still feeling good. With his eyes tightly closed and a faint smile lingering on his lips, he looked like a baby angel drifting off to sleep.

In the room tinted by the sunset, Seungwoo held Doyoung in his arms and gazed at him quietly. The look in his eyes was no different from one directed at a beloved lover. Too precious to touch even with fingertips, he simply stared with care; his hidden yet unhidden feelings for Doyoung shone plainly through.

Watching that scene through the phone screen, Seungbin slowly lifted his head. Confirming the way Seungwoo stared endlessly at Doyoung, he whispered so softly that Seungwoo couldn’t hear: “Hyung…….” A fleeting shadow of sorrow passed over his face.

Summer was already at its end. Like the sun soon to vanish beyond the sea, the hot season was drawing its curtain.

***

From early morning, the three headed to the beach. Dawn felt better for playing in the water than midday’s blazing sun, so they had come out early. With Doyoung’s departure only a day away, Seungbin had suggested one last swim. It would be too much to leave the island without playing in the sea even once. Since it was truly the last day, they should play like crazy from morning till night.

Though the sun stung less than midsummer, Seungbin still slathered Doyoung in sunscreen, worried his delicate skin might burn. Seeing the already-pale skin turn ghostly white, Seungwoo and Seungbin laughed until their sides hurt. He looked exactly like someone dusted head to toe in flour. Still pretty despite it—because he was just that beautiful—but ridiculous all the same.

The summer beach sparkled blindingly under the sun. Clear rays shattered like glass across the sand. Transparent seawater brushed ankles with silver threads; each incoming wave carried a cool, crisp sound straight to the core. The whole ocean felt like soda poured over it—sharp, refreshing—and even the hot air seemed to cool and clear above it.

Seungwoo and Seungbin simultaneously stripped off their tops as if on cue. Doyoung stood dazed for a moment, watching their backs as they ran childishly toward the crashing waves.

Under the sunlight, their bare torsos gleamed vividly. Broad shoulders rose and fell, trapezius and collarbone lines flowing smoothly; copper skin caught the sun, thin tendons twitching subtly beneath. Abs curved naturally like waves sweeping sand; arms raised revealed sleek obliques contracting, hidden ridges coming alive.

Once in the water, they splashed each other playfully. Biceps bulged like metal when scooping water; chests heaved roughly with each breath, and abs locked tight like bolts. Doyoung watched their dynamic movements, the lines of their bodies flashing through flying spray, for a long time.

Seeing such magnificent figures of the two men—knowing today was the last time—felt unreal. A hollow ache settled somewhere in his chest. His feet refused to move from the spot.

“Hyung!”

Noticing him, Seungbin stopped and waved.

“What are you doing! Come in already!”

Only then did Doyoung smile and slowly walk toward the sea. Each step on the scorching sand sent grains slipping between his toes, covering his feet. A sensation he hadn’t felt back when he crawled, collared like a dog. Rough sand tickled his skin; the cool summer scene before him lifted his mood along with it.

“Ah! It’s cold!”

Seungbin splashed him first. Blue droplets scattered through the air and soaked him from head to toe.

“Our hyung’s wet again.”

Seungbin teased, giggling. Soaking through, Doyoung laughed with him—what was so funny, he didn’t even know.

“Oh? You’re laughing?”

This won’t do. Gotta give him a proper dunk. Muttering to himself, Seungwoo grinned slyly and approached. Something about the way he moved reminded Doyoung of a shark stalking prey in the sea—he flinched instinctively.

“Ha!”

Right in front of him, Seungwoo scooped water and splashed it straight into Doyoung’s face. The sudden close-range deluge left Doyoung stunned and thoroughly drenched.

Shake. Shake.

Like a puppy caught in the rain, Doyoung shook his whole body. Wiping water from his face, he opened wide sparkling eyes. Fine—game on? This time, Doyoung wasn’t going down easily. Slowly bending, he scooped seawater and flung it at Seungwoo’s face.

Splash.

Caught off guard, Seungwoo got soaked too. Doyoung didn’t stop—bent low, he kept scooping and hurling. Splash, splash, splash. He attacked Seungwoo with almost manic enthusiasm, getting himself drenched in the process. Watching from the side, Seungbin joined in, splashing Seungwoo too.

“Hahaha!”

After a long bout of splashing, Doyoung and Seungbin burst into laughter at Seungwoo, drenched like a drowned rat. His displeased frown only made it funnier.

“Ha. So that’s how it is?”

Seungwoo ground his teeth. He began scooping water aggressively, counterattacking both. Powerful splashes poured toward Seungbin and Doyoung. Refusing to lose, Doyoung summoned every ounce of strength he had left and started splashing back at Seungwoo.

“Hahaha!”

Getting hit, hitting back—Doyoung’s laughter never stopped. Like most men his age, he found playing in the sea incredibly fun. As time passed, the sun climbed higher, heat intensifying, yet the seawater stayed cool. Amid coexisting hot and cold, splashing and soaking each other, the three were immersed in happiness.

If only time could stop like this. Tomorrow he would leave this beautiful island—it felt unbearably regrettable.

Splash. Splash.

Lost in endless play, the three eventually stopped targeting anyone specifically and just flung water everywhere. Naturally, Seungwoo and Seungbin ended up drenching Doyoung the most. Unable to withstand their fierce assault, Doyoung quickly crumbled. As he backed away, Seungwoo grabbed his wrist.

“Hup!”

Seungwoo lifted Doyoung bodily. The large frame hoisted the small, fragile one overhead and spun him once.

Then hurled him toward the sea. Catching dazzling sunlight, Doyoung’s body soared and plunged into the water.

Glub. Glub.

For Doyoung—who had never played in the sea like this—even waist-deep water was enough to make him flail in panic. But only briefly—Seungbin scooped him up. Holding the coughing, seawater-choking Doyoung, he waded back in.

“Pwah!”

They surfaced quickly. While Doyoung hacked and coughed, Seungwoo and Seungbin laughed brightly and patted his back.

“You two are dead.”

Finally regaining his senses, Doyoung glared at them. Stalking toward Seungwoo as if ready to kill, Seungwoo raised both hands in mock surrender and backed away.

“Hey! Stop right there! Don’t you move!”

Doyoung shouted and chased, but Seungwoo kept just out of reach—teasingly close yet untouchable. Clearly playing with him. Even if Doyoung glared and charged, he wasn’t scared at all. Just a cute little thing rushing at him—made him want to tease more.

“Hyung! I’m right here!”

Now, Seungbin started taunting from the side. Doyoung switched targets and headed for him. Struggling through the waves, barely able to advance, while Seungbin moved as easily as on land, staying just out of reach. Occasionally, splashing lightly to provoke him further.

Fury rising, Doyoung gritted his teeth. He tried desperately to catch Seungbin, but someone born on an island and much bigger was impossible to overtake.

“Uwa!”

While fixated on catching Seungbin, Seungwoo lifted him again from behind. Hugging tight, he plunged them both underwater.

“Puh!”

They surfaced once, twice more. Doyoung—completely disoriented—flailed wildly. Seungbin approached stealthily, grabbed his slim waist, and hoisted him high.

“Ah, no!”

Doyoung’s voice rang across the sea. But sadly, it sank with his body into the water. Glub, glub. He swallowed mouthfuls of salty seawater. With rough spray, his body rose again above the surface.

“No more!”

Instinctively sensing another dunk coming, Doyoung clung desperately to Seungwoo’s neck with all his strength. Like a kitten in rain boots begging for rescue, he looked up pitifully.

“What. You think looking at me like that will stop me?”

Seungwoo grinned slyly. At that, Doyoung—desperate to avoid another plunge—pressed his lips urgently to Seungwoo’s.

On the sunlit beach, white waves breaking, Doyoung’s tongue parted Seungwoo’s lips and entered. Soft, plump flesh hurriedly caressed inside, stirring. At the desperate movement, Seungwoo’s expression softened. Lowering his eyelids, he gazed at Doyoung—drenched, clinging, kissing him.

The touch of skin meeting in cold water sent shivers of pleasure. Sunlight pouring over the shoulders and back made it even more ecstatic. The sea was blue; eyes closed, the clinging Doyoung was beautiful. Slow water droplets trailing down porcelain skin made his heart race madly.

“Mmm…”

Lewd breaths escaped Doyoung’s mouth. Pressed flesh rubbed below, wetting. Now Seungwoo’s tongue entered, taking the lead.

The hands holding Doyoung’s waist loosened. Seungbin drew close too, leaning in. He pushed his tongue between their joined lips. Then slipped into Doyoung’s mouth—already occupied by Seungwoo’s tongue—and tangled with both.

After several waves passed, their kiss finally ended. Soaked through, they stared at each other. Thump. Thump. Hearts pounded fiercely. No words needed—they understood each other’s feelings perfectly.

Splash. Waves crashed against the shore loudly. Mingled with heartbeat sounds, they rang in their ears.

Splash.

Soon, a larger wave approached. Strong enough perhaps to sweep fragile Doyoung away. As the fierce swell opened wide to swallow him, Seungwoo lifted him high. Under brilliant sunlight, Doyoung cast a large shadow over his body.

“Ah…….”

Only after the wave receded did Seungwoo set him down. In the calm sea, Doyoung stared blankly up at Seungwoo. The sun-reddened face burned into his eyes. Like the undulating ocean, his once-calm chest began to surge.

“Pfft!”

But he soon burst out laughing. Too happy, everything too tender like a dream—he just laughed.

“Puh, puhahaha, puha. Hahaha.”

Seeing Doyoung suddenly laughing, both Seungwoo and Seungbin joined in. Waves calmed as if nothing had happened; only their laughter spread across the wide sea.

Summer’s last clinging heat still scorched. The blue sky-reflecting sea sparkled beautifully, rippling.

***

Late evening. The three gathered in the yard for one last grand drinking session. After morning play, they returned home, showered, ate lunch, and napped briefly. When they woke up, it was already evening.

Unable to accept spending Doyoung’s final day like this, Seungbin lamented and immediately prepared dinner. He had to feed Hyung plenty before he returned to Seoul—laid out a lavish spread.

Naturally, drinking followed dinner. It was Doyoung’s last night on the island—no holding back. An hour in, all three were heavily drunk. In that heated mood, Doyoung ended up naked.

Doyoung lay prone in the yard, completely bare. On all fours like a dog, Seungbin blindfolded him. Right now, Seungwoo and Seungbin were betting. Doyoung—blindfolded—would choose whose cock was bigger; the winner got to sit Doyoung on his lap and feed him drinks all night.

“Alright, hyung, we’ll stand in front of you. Feel them and tell us which one is bigger.”

After saying so, Seungbin took out his phone and started recording. Both had pulled their massive lengths free. Seungbin held the phone in one hand; Seungwoo stood with both hands behind his back.

Soon, Doyoung crawled across the yard toward them. Naked, blindfolded, lifting his head toward their cocks—the sight alone made mouths water.

“Mmmng…… Then, let’s start…….”

When he first heard this absurd bet, Doyoung had blushed shyly, yet was secretly thrilled.

At first, when the two argued over who was bigger, he simply listened without thought. But when they asked him directly, he felt troubled. In truth, both cocks were so enormous that comparing size was meaningless. Both long and thick—he’d never bothered to judge.

Unable to answer easily, eyes darting, they suggested he compare personally. For fairness, blindfolded.

“Then… this one first…….”

Doyoung reached for the left cock first. Vision blocked, his sense of smell sharpened; the male scent hit stronger than usual. Still soft, he carefully grasped the plump flesh. Kneading like dough, it quickly filled with blood and hardened.

Doyoung stroked the swelling length up and down. After only a few passes, the elastic cock lifted its head and bobbed. Like petting an excited puppy, he caressed the writhing cock until he could grip it. Heavy even when erect and drooping downward, he pulled it to his lips and took it in.

“Hm…… Mmm…….”

Doyoung opened his lips wide to accommodate. Not just sucking—he needed to gauge size, so he proceeded carefully. Lips pressed to the shaft with a chup, he moved his head slowly back and forth. Mouth measured girth; hand stimulated the shaft.

This is really hard to tell…… Surprisingly difficult. After countless encounters, he thought he could easily tell who was bigger—but both were so similar and massive, distinguishing was tough.

Mouth full of glans, Doyoung spread his palm for more precise measurement. Placing his pinky at the root, he stretched his thumb wide to gauge length. One full handspan still left on the shaft remaining; he shifted fingers again.

Moving pinky to where thumb had been and spreading thumb wide once more, his lips—wrapped around the glans—met before fully extended. Probably about one-and-a-half handspans, excluding the glans. Realizing that, Doyoung’s face flushed hot. The cocks he took inside him so often suddenly felt overwhelmingly huge—face burning.

“Pwah.”