“You have me.”
The words weren’t spoken—they were breathed—into Haneul’s mouth as he came apart, gasping, legs wrapped around Seungho’s waist, cock spilling hot and sudden over his own stomach and Seungho’s hand, moaning like it hurt to let go.
Seungho followed, moments later, with a growl torn from his throat and a jerk of his hips. He came between them, warmth soaking both their bellies, forehead pressed to Haneul’s, one hand still fisted in his braid.
Neither spoke for a long time.
The rain had started again—soft this time, like applause for the ruin they’d made of each other.
Haneul lay boneless, sweat-slick, panting. His limbs twitched, nerves fried, thighs sticky and trembling around the weight still pinning him down.
Seungho rested heavy on top of him, one arm curled protectively around his side, breath hot against his neck.
Haneul ran shaking fingers through his hair, dazed and wet and glittering with afterglow.
“You’re…” he whispered, voice wrecked. “So fucked.”
Seungho didn’t even lift his head.
Just smiled, lips brushing collarbone.
“So are you.”
Sleep took them. Not peace, not yet. But the beginning of something.
The seam reopened.
The ache reborn.
And the storm—no longer outside.
But between them.
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Chapter 34 — A Morning Too Full of You
Seungho woke before his alarm.
For once, it wasn’t stress or responsibility that dragged him up from sleep. It was weight. Warm, breathing, unapologetic weight sprawled across his chest.
At first, his half-lidded brain mistook it for a heavy blanket.
Then it huffed.
Right into his face.
Seungho cracked one eye open—and met a pair of storm-bright irises narrowed in full, lethal contemplation. Blue like lightning before it strikes. Or like someone mid-plotting his assassination.
Haneul was on him. Not beside. Not draped against.
On.
Chin resting on folded hands. Elbows digging into Seungho’s sternum. Legs dangling lazily over his hips, ankles kicking the air like a bored snowcat watching its prey squirm. His braid ticked against Seungho’s side, his breath ghosted warm over his jaw.
“You’re awake,” Haneul announced, like he’d been waiting. “Good. Now answer me.”
Seungho grunted. “Answer… what?”
