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Sung Hanbin's life in Seoul had always been governed by an almost mechanical order. Like someone who moved between long working hours and an impeccably structured personal routine, his apartment was his sanctuary of peace: minimalist, silent and always smelling of sandalwood. However, that order began to vibrate with a different frequency on a Tuesday morning.
From the window of his living room, while drinking his first coffee, Hanbin watched the moving truck. Boxes with labels written in a quick calligraphy, a shelf of sheet music and, above all, a huge amount of toys: a red tricycle, a crib and transparent bags full of stuffed animals and building blocks.
During the following days, Hanbin noticed the footsteps of the new neighbor. The sweet aroma of baby lotion, the sound of a violin being tuned and, above all, the echo of a few small and fast steps running down the corridor, followed by a soft voice that asked, in an exhausted tone, that please "stops jumping." Far from bothering, Hanbin felt a growing curiosity for the person who carried all that.
The answer came in the most chaotic way possible on a Friday night.
Hanbin returned late, with heavy shoulders. He just wanted a shower, but when he arrived in front of the elevator, the scene stopped him in his tracks. There he was: a man of an unreal beauty, but visibly on the verge of collapse. He carried a sleeping baby in a baby carrier against his chest, while his hands fought frantically with a stroller whose wheel had been fitted into the elevator rail.
But he wasn't alone. Grabbed by the bas of his pants, a boy of about three years old, with ruffled hair and a pallet in his hand, tried to press all the buttons on the elevator panel at the same time.
“Yueyue, no! Don't touch that, Mr. Elevator is going to get angry,” the man begged in Korean with a slight fascinating accent, while trying to pull the stroller without waking up the baby. “No, no, no... please, not now.”
The neighbor was an absolute disaster: the brown hair is disheveled, the shirt a little wrinkled and a puree stain near the neck. Even so, Hanbin felt a turn in his stomach.
"Do you need help?" Hanbin asked, taking a step forward.
Then he looked up. For a second, their eyes crossed and Hanbin swore that the air became denser. The man's eyes shone with a mixture of relief and deep shame.
"It got stuck," he said with a nervous laugh, while little Yueyue now looked at Hanbin curiously. “I've tried everything, but if I pull too hard it will break and... Yueyue, leave that button now!”
“Calm down. I'll take care of it,” Hanbin urged with a reassuring smile, the one he used to calm everyone down. “Hold the child well.”
Hanbin bowed. His fingers accidentally brushed the man's hands away from the metal structure. The skin was warm, and that brief contact sent an electric shock straight to Hanbin's spine. With a firm movement, Hanbin lifted the structure at the right angle, freeing it from the rail.
“There you go,” Hanbin said, stricing up. He was much closer than he intended; he could smell the aroma of jasmine and talc that the other gave off. “Easy peasy.”
The man let out a long sigh, closing his eyes for a second. When he opened them, he looked at Hanbin as if he were a hero.
“Really, thank you very much. I'm Zhang Hao, from 4B,” he managed to say, trying to prevent the three-year-old boy from throwing himself to hug Hanbin's leg. “I'm sorry, I'm a little clueless when I'm so sleepy.”
“Sung Hanbin, from 4A,” he replied, noticing how his own heart hammered. “We are wall neighbors, Zhang Hao. And don't apologize, it seems that your hands are... quite busy.”
Hao let out a small laugh, a musical note that broke the tension, and Hanbin knew at that moment that his orderly life had just ended to give way to something much more interesting.
Then Hanbin's routine was transformed into a collage of domestic sounds.
Through the walls, now he heard the echo of Yueyue's laughter, the occasional crying of the baby and the soft, almost melancholic sound of Hao's violin when he managed to find ten minutes of peace.
Curiously, Hanbin didn't feel irritated. On the contrary, when the building was silent, he discovered himself waiting for the next rumble. He felt less alone.
They met each other often: in the laundry of the building, where Hanbin helped Hao fold small sheets while the eldest tried not to get Yueyue into an empty dryer; or in the entrance, where Hanbin always ended up carrying some supermarket bag so that Hao could hold his children's hands. Each meeting fueled a silent tension, an exchange of glances that lasted a second longer than it should and finger rubbing that both pretended not to notice.
On Wednesday, Hanbin's only day of rest, he planned to do nothing but read and drink coffee. However, in the middle of the morning, three soft and rhythmic knocks sounded on his door.
Upon opening, Hanbin felt that the air was leaving his lungs.
"Hao..." he murmured, looking at him.
Hao was spectacular. He wore a fitted smoke gray suit that accentuated his thin figure, his hair perfectly combed back showing his forehead, and a light touch of elegant perfume that replaced the usual aroma of talc. He looked like a prince, if it weren't for the fact that he carried the baby in one arm and with the other hand he held Yueyue's coat, who was sitting on the floor in the hallway playing with a cart.
Hao's cheeks were burning with embarrassment.
“Hanbin-ah... I... I'm so sorry,” he began to say, his voice trembling a little. “I know it's your day off, you mentioned it the other day, but my nanny resigned fifteen minutes ago and I have a job interview that is... it's very important. I don't have anyone else in town.”
Hao looked at him with those big and pleading eyes that Hanbin found impossible to reject.
“Could you... take care of them for just three hours?” he asked in a whisper. “I swear I'll compensate you however you want. Please.”
Hanbin looked down at Yueyue and then at the baby. Finally, he returned to Hao's eyes. Seeing him so formal, so professional and at the same time so vulnerable as a father, awakened something possessive and protective in Hanbin's chest.
"Of course, Hao," Hanbin said, widening the door and extending his arms to receive the baby. “Go to that interview. I will take care of everything here.”
The gratitude on Hao's face was so intense that, for a moment, Hanbin thought that the elder would lean over to kiss him right there.
“Thank you,” Hao exhaled, handing the little one carefully. “I don't know what I would do without you, really.”
Hao was so nervous that his words came out in a run-over burst, his hands moving from side to side as he tried to give Hanbin the diaper bag, a stuffed animal and the keys at the same time.
“His name is Ren, the baby is Ren, and the oldest is Yueyue, you know that, but just in case... They are not allergic to anything, well, Yueyue hates broccoli but that's not an allergy, it's just that he’s dramatic, and Ren takes the bottle at room temperature, neither too cold nor too hot, and please if Yueyue tries to get on the couch tell him no, although he's stubborn, and... God, my hair! Does my hair look good?” Hao babbled breathlessly, with his eyes from one side to the other.
Hanbin let out a soft giggle, one that managed to stop the elder's torrent of words. He took a step forward, subtly invading Hao's personal space, and put a hand on his shoulder.
“Hao, breathe. You look gorgeous, the interview will be yours. Go easy, you’re leaving them in the best hands of the building.”
Hao looked at him, remained silent for a second assimilating the warmth of Hanbin's hand, and nodded with a sigh before running out towards the elevator.
As soon as the door closed, Hanbin's "sanctuary" ceased to be.
Yueyue, who until a moment ago looked like a statue, began to explore. It was a strange shyness; he didn't say a word, but his hands were tireless. In less than twenty minutes, the perfectly aligned cushions of the sofa were on the floor forming a fort, and a couple of metal carts rolled over the designer coffee table.
"Yueyue, are you hungry?" Hanbin asked, bending down to his height.
The boy stopped, looked at him with the same big eyes as his father and simply nodded, pressing his lips.
"Do you want to watch a movie?" Hanbin insisted.
"Mmm... dinosaurs?" whispered the little one, barely audible. It was the first time that spoke to him directly and Hanbin felt an internal victory.
However, the peace did not last long. As if it were a sign, little Ren decided it was time to protest. It was not a soft cry; it was a full lung cry that rumbled on the minimalist walls of the room.
Hanbin panicked.
He carried the baby, rocked him, checked the diaper, tried to offer him the bottle as Hao had said, but Ren was red and did not give in. Stress began to rise up the back of Hanbin's neck. He was a man who controlled every detail of his life, and suddenly, a five-kilo being was defeating all his logic.
“Calm down, little Ren... shhh... Bin-hyung is here” he murmured, walking back and forth while Yueyue watched him from the ground with a mixture of judgment and curiosity.
Desperate, Hanbin remembered something. He sat on the sofa, stuck the baby to his chest so that he could feel the warmth of his body and began to hum a soft melody, one that he remembered having heard through the wall: the piece that Hao used to practice on the violin.
It worked. Ren's screams turned into hiccups, then sighs, and finally his eyes closed, surrendered to the rhythm of Hanbin's heart.
Exhaling an air that he didn't know he was holding, Hanbin lay down carefully. Yueyue sneaked up and sat next to him, sticking his small back against Hanbin's side.
"Renren sleep," Yueyue whispered in amazement, referring to his brother.
Hanbin smiled sideways, feeling strangely satisfied. With a free hand, he took the remote control and put on a dinosaur movie at low volume. Half an hour later, the apartment was in a cozy silence: Ren slept on his chest and Yueyue had fallen deeply asleep with his head resting on Hanbin's thigh.
It was the first time that the noise did not bother him; in fact, being surrounded by the essence of Hao —represented in his children— made him feel that it was the place where he should always have been.
Hanbin let himself fall into the free space of the sofa, taking care not to move Yueyue. The boy was fast asleep, with his mouth ajar and one of his small hands still holding the tip of Hanbin's shirt, as if he wanted to make sure his new guardian didn't go anywhere. Ren, for his part, rested peacefully in the portable crib that Hao had left armed.
Hanbin let out a long sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. He was exhausted. Playing hide and seek, preventing Yueyue from painting the walls with invisible crayons and deciphering Ren's crying code had drained more energy than a ten-hour day in the office.
However, as he watched Yueyue's chest rise and fall rhythmically, an unknown warmth settled in his chest. He found himself thinking about Hao. He imagined the elder doing this every day, alone, dealing with fatigue, smiles and crises, all while trying to maintain his own identity as a musician and professional.
The admiration he felt for the elder was turning into something much heavier and deeper. It was no longer just physical attraction for the handsome neighbor of 4B; it was a genuine respect for the man who gave everything for those two little ones.
Hanbin stayed there, suspended in that domestic peace, looking at the clock on the wall. It was almost time for the three hours to be fulfilled. On the one hand, he wanted Hao to arrive so he could rest, but on the other, he felt strangely comfortable in that protective role.
He settled down better, resting his head on the back of the sofa and letting the afternoon light, which came in orange dyed through the window, envelop him. At that moment, with the apartment full of toys and the trail of a family that was not his own, Hanbin realized that his "sanctuary of peace" felt, for the first time, like a real home.
And then, he heard the sound of a knock on the door.
Hanbin stood up with slow and precise movements, as if he was walking on glass, so as not to disturb Yueyue and Ren's deep sleep. He crossed the room silently and opened the door gently.
The image he found on the other side left him disconcerted.
The impeccable prince who had left a few hours ago was no longer there. Hao looked down, his shoulders down and his hair, once perfectly combed, was now scrambled so it had surely been hours of running his hands over his head in frustration. As he approached, an almost imperceptible thread of tobacco smell mixed with his elegant perfume, a bitter trace of a moment of weakness and stress.
Hao looked up and, when he saw Hanbin, forced a small smile that did not reach his eyes. His gaze quickly traveled to the room; seeing his children sleeping peacefully among the chaos of toys, all the tension in his body seemed to evaporate in a sigh of relief.
"Hao..." Hanbin whispered, feeling a pang of concern. “How was the interview?”
Hao let out a heavy sigh, leaning his forehead against the door frame for a second.
"It's difficult, Hanbin-ah," he replied with a somewhat hoarse voice. “They say my profile is good, but... you know, being a foreigner is always an obstacle. They told me that I needed a command of the language that I don't have yet, or that my schedules as a single father do not fit with what they are looking for.”
Hanbin clenched his jaw. It seemed to him an absolute injustice; he knew how hard Hao tried, he listened to him practicing the language and the violin until late, and seeing how he was discarded for reasons that he could not control stirred his stomach.
"That's ridiculous, your Korean is excellent and..." Hanbin began to say, but Hao interrupted him softly.
“It's okay, really. Thank you for taking care of them” Hao entered the apartment, moving towards the sofa with the intention of carrying Yueyue. “We’ll pick this up and leave. We’ve already taken too much time off your break, I don't want to bother you anymore with my problems.”
Hao leaned over to wake Yueyue, but Hanbin put a hand on his arm, stopping him. The contact was firm, but full of a warmth that forced Hao to look at him.
"It's not a bother, Hao," Hanbin said, using a tone that didn't admit arguments. “Look at the children, they are comfortable. You're exhausted and you probably haven't eaten anything all day because of your nerves.”
Hao tried to protest, but his stomach betrayed him with a slight growl at that precise moment, making him blush violently.
"I have food ready," Hanbin lied, although he was actually willing to cook anything at that moment. “Stay and eat. Please. You need a moment of peace before returning to the load, and I... well, I enjoy the company.”
Hao looked at his children, then looked at Hanbin's determined and kind expression, and finally nodded, dropping his shoulders with a sweet surrender.
"Fine…" Hao whispered, getting rid of the knot of his tie. “I'll stay. Thank you, Hanbin. Really.”
Hanbin moved through the kitchen with the efficiency of those who know his terrain, but his eyes constantly escaped towards the living room. Hao had collapsed on one of the chairs in the dining room, with the suit sack hanging on the backrest and the sleeves of the white shirt rolled up to the elbows. He didn't let go of his cell phone; his thumb moved with a nervous speed, going down lists of agencies and profiles while his brow furrowed more and more.
"Hao, leave that for a moment," Hanbin said, leaving a plate of steaming rice on the table. “You'll end up with a headache.”
"I just need a babysitter for tomorrow, Hanbin. If I don't have someone I trust, I can't go to any interview," Hao admitted, leaving the phone on the table with a sharp blow. “I can't afford to miss more opportunities.”
"I can do it," Hanbin blurted out without thinking, while serving some stew.
Hao looked up suddenly, opening his eyes wide. A spark of hope shone in them before being crushed by logic.
"No, don't talk nonsense. You already did too much for us today. I can't abuse your kindness like that.”
"It's not abuse if I offer myself," Hanbin insisted, although he knew that his working hours would not always allow it.
After a small argument where Hao flatly refused to let Hanbin sacrifice his time, they got to a middle ground: Hanbin would help him that night to filter profiles and call a couple of contacts he knew in trusted agencies. The offer seemed to take a huge weight off Hao, who finally let go of the phone and got ready to eat.
The meal passed in a peace that Hanbin didn't know he needed. Between bites, the conversation flowed naturally, moving away from immediate concerns.
Through small anecdotes and confessions in a low voice, Hanbin was assembling the puzzle of his neighbor's life. He learned that Hao had made the decision to move to Korea three years ago, when Yueyue was just a baby who was starting to crawl. He had left behind his comfort zone in search of a better life, a setting where his talent with the violin and the future of his children had more light. Hanbin felt a swell of deep respect when he understood that this elegant and sometimes clueless man had been the only pillar of a family for three years in a country that sometimes insisted on making it difficult for him.
Just as Hao was finishing telling a funny story about the first time he tried to use public transport with a double stroller, a small moan came from the sofa.
Yueyue rubbed his eyes with his tiny fists, blinking confused until his gaze landed on his father's figure.
"Baba!" he exclaimed with a hoarse voice from sleep.
The boy jumped off the couch with renewed energy and ran to the table. Hao didn't waste a second; he pushed his chair away and opened his arms to receive the impact of the little one, who climbed into his lap immediately. Hao wrapped his arms around him, sinking his nose into his son's messy hair and closing his eyes with a smile of pure satisfaction.
Hanbin stood there, with the chopsticks in his hand, watching the scene. The image of Hao, still dressed in a suit but with a three-year-old boy clinging to his neck, was the most beautiful and real thing he had seen in a long time. At that moment, he knew that helping him find a nanny was just the beginning; he wanted to be much more than the friendly neighbor of 4A.
And so it was.
Life took care of weaving their threads with a speed that surprised both of them. Thanks to Hanbin's contacts and an exhaustive search, they finally found a trusted nanny, an older woman who adored Yueyue and had infinite patience with little Ren.
That support was the springboard Hao needed. A few weeks later, and after several exhausting auditions, he got a position in an important entertainment company as an instructor and music consultant. It was a demanding job and the schedules were sometimes crazy, but the salary was significantly better and, for the first time in years, Hao felt that the ground under his feet was firm.
With job stability, the relationship between the neighbors of the fourth floor became something everyday and essential. Shared dinners in the Hanbin apartment became the rule and not the exception. On weekends, it was common to see the two of them in the park, with Hanbin carrying Ren in the ergonomic backpack while Hao ran after Yueyue between the swings.
And between them the tension was a high voltage cable about to break. It was the rubbing of hands when passing a drink, the looks that held each other longer than necessary on the edge of a cup of coffee, and that silence loaded with electricity that appeared when the children finally slept.
One Friday night, that tension reached its boiling point.
Hao had a particularly intense week at the company and, for the first time, decided to use the extra time allowed by the nanny for something other than work. He warned her that he would arrive a couple of hours later and, instead of entering his own apartment, he knocked directly on 4A.
Hanbin received him with a smile that denoted that he had been waiting for him.
Now, they were both sitting on Hanbin's big sofa. The lighting was dim, warm, and a bottle of red wine rested half-finished on the coffee table. Hao had stripped off his jacket and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt, revealing the elegant line of his collarbone. Hanbin, for his part, was sitting close enough to feel the heat radiating from his neighbor's body.
"I haven't felt this calm for a long time," Hao whispered, turning the wine in his glass and watching how the liquid stained the glass. “It's strangely relaxing to be here with you, Hanbin-ah.”
Hanbin put down his own glass and turned a little more towards him, resting his arm on the back of the sofa. His eyes ran through Hao's profile, stopping at the tiredness that still clouded his gaze, but also at the softness of his lips moistened by wine.
"You deserve this rest, Hao," Hanbin replied, his voice lowering to a deep and velvety tone. “You worked very hard today.”
Hao let out a sigh and dropped his head back, resting it on the sofa, right where Hanbin's hand was. The contact of his hair against Hanbin's skin was the trigger. Hao closed his eyes and let out a murmur that was half tiredness and half need.
"Sometimes I feel that if it weren't for you, I would have given up months ago," Hao confessed in a whisper, opening his eyes to meet Hanbin's intense gaze a few centimeters away. “You take care of me so much... and I don't know why you do it.”
Hanbin didn't respond immediately. Instead, he shortened the distance, allowing his knees to rub. The atmosphere in the room became so heavy that it seemed difficult to breathe.
"I think you know exactly why, Hao," Hanbin said, his hand descending from the backrest to caress the elder's cheek with his thumb.
Hao didn't turn away. On the contrary, he leaned towards the touch, looking for Hanbin's warmth like a thirsty man looking for water. The aroma of wine and Hao's perfume enveloped Hanbin's senses, erasing any trace of doubt or self-control he had left.
Hanbin's breathing became heavy, a dull echo against Hao's lips. He didn't wait any longer; he shortened the distance and captured his mouth in a kiss that had been contained for months. It wasn't a soft neighbor's kiss; it was a collision of pure necessity. Their tongues met with an electric urgency, entangled in a wet and deep dance that tasted of red wine and accumulated desire.
Hanbin growled low against Hao's mouth, his hands rising to tangle in the older's brown hair, pulling slightly back to expose the line of his neck. Hao let out a gasp that was devoured by Hanbin's lips as his own hands clung to the shoulders of the younger one in despair.
Hanbin went down to his neck, leaving marked and hot suctions that soon turned into small and possessive bites, marking the territory he had longed for so much. Hao threw his head back, his chest rising and falling erratically, letting out sounds that he would never have dared to emit if the children had been nearby.
"Hanbin..." Hao whispered, his voice broken and his eyes clouded by pleasure.
Encouraged by the sound of his name, Hanbin slid one of his hands down Hao's firm abdomen, feeling the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of the shirt, until his fingers reached the metallic edge of the belt and the beginning of his pants.
But just as Hanbin's fingers gestured to slide in, Hao's hand closed on his wrist with a sudden force.
Silence fell again on the room, only interrupted by their choppy breaths. Hanbin stopped short, looking up to find a Hao who seemed to have suddenly returned to reality. His cheeks were lit, but not only by desire, but by a pang of shame that Hanbin did not fully understand.
"Hao... did I do something wrong?" Hanbin asked, his voice full of genuine concern, stopping any movement.
Hao avoided his gaze, lowering his head while his fingers still squeezed Hanbin's wrist. He looked small, vulnerable under the dim light of the room, far from the safe image he projected on a daily basis.
"No, it's not that... it's just that..." Hao swallowed saliva, looking for the words. “It's just that... it's been so long, Hanbin. Since the children were born, since I was left alone... I don't...”
Hao let out a trembling sigh, finally looking up to look at Hanbin with a mixture of fear and honesty.
“My body is not the same, Hanbin-ah. I have marks, I have... stretch marks. I haven't felt like a ‘man’ in a long time, just like a father. I'm afraid that you’ll see me like this and... and that you won’t love me this way anymore.”
The confession was floating in the air. Hao felt exposed, fearing that Hanbin's perfectionism would collide with the reality of a body that had given life and that had carried the weight of the world for three years.
The silence that followed Hao's confession was dense, but not because of discomfort, but because of the intensity with which Hanbin watched him. Hao kept his eyes down, his fingers trembling slightly on Hanbin's wrist, perhaps waiting for a rejection or a doubt.
Hanbin sighed, but it was not a sigh of disappointment. With infinite softness, he freed his hand from Hao's grip and, instead of insisting on lowering his pants, he raised both hands to cradle the elder's face. He forced Hao to look at him, meeting bright and frightened eyes.
"Hao, look at me," Hanbin asked in a firm whisper. “Do you think I care about that? I've been watching for months how you move the world for your children. I have seen your tired hands, your back hurt and your sleepless eyes. I've seen the most incredible man I've ever met in my life. If your body has marks of that, for me they are just proof of how strong you are.”
Hao sipped through his nose, his defenses falling apart at Hanbin's brutal sincerity.
"But..." Hao tried to say, his voice breaking, "no one has touched me for so long... and down there... the scars of childbirth... they’re not... they're not pleasant and...”
Hanbin didn't let him finish. He leaned over and gave him a chaste kiss on the forehead, then on the tip of his nose, and finally brushed his lips with his.
“Let me worship them, Hao. Let me know every part of you. I love you. With everything you are.”
Hao closed his eyes with an almost imperceptible nod, released the air he contained and allowed Hanbin to regain control.
This time, Hanbin's movements were slower, loaded with infinite patience. He unbuckled Hao's belt carefully, his eyes always fixed on his, giving him room to repent. But Hao only breathed with difficulty, his hands now clinging to Hanbin's shoulders, looking to anchor himself.
When Hanbin finally slipped Hao's pants and underwear, the older one shrank a little, trying to close his legs instinctively. Hanbin knelt between them, gently separating them.
Under the amber light of the room, Hanbin saw the reality that Hao was talking about. He saw the fine white lines in the lower part of his belly and the scars near his intimacy, marks of when he brought Yueyue and Ren into the world. He saw his crotch, wet and throbbing, a soft and pink contrast that left him breathless.
"You're beautiful, Hao," Hanbin murmured, and it wasn't a pious lie.
For Hanbin, seeing Hao's physical vulnerability was a privilege. He leaned over and, before using his hands or his mouth to give him pleasure, he deposited a soft kiss, almost a touch of lips, right on the most visible scar in his crotch.
Hao let out a choked sob. No one had ever kissed him there so tenderly. The weight of insecurity began to dissolve under Hanbin's tongue, which now began to explore with curiosity and hunger, rising from the scars to his wet clitoris.
"Hanbin... ah..." Hanbin's name came out as a plea while Hao arched his back against the sofa, his fingers tangled tightly in Hanbin's hair.
Hanbin didn't lose another second. With a determination that made Hao tremble, he parted his thighs firmly, clinging to the soft flesh of his legs with a possessive force that made it clear that he did not plan to go anywhere. The contrast between Hao's pale skin and Hanbin's big hands was an image that accelerated the pulse of both.
When Hanbin's tongue found its center, Hao threw his head back, sinking his fingers into the younger's jet hair. His moans were short, drowned by the back of his own hand; the instinctive fear of waking up some children who were not even in the apartment fought against the electric pleasure that ran through it.
"H-hanbin... ah, slowly..." Hao begged, but his body said the opposite, arching towards the contact.
Hanbin ignored the plea and focused on the small bundle of nerves that throbbed under his tongue. The suctions were rhythmic, intense, causing Hao's belly to contract in involuntary spasms. Every time Hanbin sucked hard, Hao felt a discharge that went down his spine and ended on his toes, which curved against the sofa.
Feeling that Hao was already sufficiently lubricated by his own desire and the trail of saliva, Hanbin separated just enough to look at him from below. The view was sinful: Hao with his lips half open, his eyes cloudy and his chest rising and falling violently.
Without warning, Hanbin slipped two fingers inside him.
Hao let out a dull scream that died against the sofa cushion. He was incredibly tight, the walls of his sex embracing Hanbin's invasion with a despair that betrayed the years of abstinence. The feeling of fullness was so sudden that Hao felt like he was losing his breath.
"You're so tight, Hao..." Hanbin growled, his voice vibrating with a mixture of surprise and pure excitement.
Hanbin began to move his fingers, going in and out at a slow but relentless pace, stretching it, conquering every inch of that space that had been entrusted to him. Hao moved frantically, his hips looking for more but at the same time trying to escape the overwhelming intensity. However, Hanbin did not allow it; he squeezed his thighs harder, anchoring him to the site, forcing him to feel every touch, every pressure against his most sensitive point.
"Look at me, Hao. Look at me," Hanbin ordered in a hoarse voice.
Hao opened his eyes with effort, meeting Hanbin's dark and hungry look. At that moment, as his fingers worked inside him and his thumb rhythmically massaged his clitoris, Hao understood that he was no longer just "Yueyue and Ren's father." He was a desired man, a man being claimed by someone who did not see his scars as flaws, but as part of the story of the man he loved.
Hao finally gave up, releasing the air in a long and sonorous moan that filled the room, while his hands went down from Hanbin's hair to squeeze his shoulders, asking, finally, that he never stop.
The pace on the couch became frantic. Hanbin, spurred on by the sound of Hao's choked moans, increased the speed of his fingers, moving them with meticulous and hungry precision. The humid sound of friction filled the small space between their bodies, while his mouth captured that small center of pleasure again, sucking with a force that made Hao see stars.
With a fluid movement, Hanbin forced a third finger inside him.
Hao let out a scream that he could barely contain. He felt stretched to the limit, filled in a way that was overwhelming after so long. His fingers dug hard into the back of Hanbin's hand, the same one that squeezed his thigh so firmly that it would surely leave marks.
Hao moved, his hips trembling as the heat in his belly concentrated on an unbearable point. He felt that the walls of his insides pulsated around Hanbin's fingers, and suddenly, a wave of heat began to rise from his feet. The intensity was too much; he couldn't fight it.
"Hanbin I-I'm gonna... I'm..." Hao stammered, his eyes narrowed, feeling the shame burning his throat for how fast his body was giving in.
"Come for me, Hao," Hanbin murmured against his skin, without stopping the rhythm for a second.
Hao arched his back violently, his nails sank into Hanbin's shoulder and a long, sharp moan escaped his lips as his climax hit him like an electric shock. His internal muscles contracted with incredible force on Hanbin's fingers, while his belly trembled in rhythmic spasms.
"I'm sorry... so fast..." Hao whispered between gasps, trying to close his legs as he came down from the cloud of pleasure, feeling his face burn from shyness.
"It's okay, you were perfect," Hanbin replied in a deep voice, but he didn't turn away.
Instead of walking away, Hanbin lowered his head again. With a devotion that left Hao breathless, he began to lick the hot and humid trail of his coming, savoring every drop, every essence of the man he had desired so much. His lips ran through the scars and sensitive skin, wiping it with a tenderness that undid any trace of shame in Hao's heart.
Hao stayed there, spread out on the sofa, his hair ruffled and his breathing gradually recovering his rhythm. He looked at Hanbin, who now joined with a Ladin smile and bright lips, and knew that, from that night, his apartment would no longer be the only place he would call home.
"I told you I would adore you completely," Hanbin said, kissing his knee before going up to kiss his lips again. “And I'm not done with you yet.”
The tension in the room was already unbearable. Hanbin separated from the heat between Hao's legs only to look for his lips again in a voracious kiss, loaded with an urgency that could no longer be contained on a sofa. With a fluid movement full of strength, Hanbin passed his arms under Hao's back and knees, lifting him in suspense.
Hao let out a small gasp of surprise, instinctively wrapping his arms around Hanbin's neck. As they crossed the short corridor to the room, Hao wasted no time; he sank his face into Hanbin's neck, sucking the warm skin and leaving purple marks that would remain a reminder of that night.
Upon entering the room, the moonlight filtered through the curtains, bathing the bed in a bluish tone. Hanbin placed it on the mattress with a delicacy that contrasted with the storm in his eyes.
"Wait a minute..." Hanbin whispered against his ear, his hot breath bristling every hair on Hao's body.
While Hanbin walked a few steps away towards the bedside table to look for a condom and got rid of his own clothes with quick and desperate movements, Hao was left alone with his sensations. He was overwhelmed; the sensitivity in his crotch was almost painful because of how pleasant it was. Almost instinctively, his hand went down towards himself, his fingers caressing his swollen clitoris and sliding briefly into his own moisture. A trembling moan escaped his lips when he felt how hot he was.
Feeling suddenly very exposed under the gaze that he knew Hanbin would direct him as soon as he turned around, Hao took off his shirt and, in a fit of shyness, turned around. He lay face down, sinking his face into the pillow and leaving his back, his buttocks and the delicate entrance exposed to Hanbin's sight. The fine white lines of his hips shone dimly.
He heard the sound of the wrapper breaking and then the mattress sinking under the weight of a body much bigger and firmer than his own.
"Hao... don't hide from me," Hanbin murmured, crawling on the bed until he was on top of him, but without crushing him.
Hanbin began to distribute kisses all over Hao's spine, from the back of his neck to the base of his back, stopping to kiss every little mark on his skin. His hands went down to Hao's thighs, opening them a little more as he settled between them. The presence of Hanbin, already ready and protected, pressing against his entrance, made Hao press his face against the pillow, letting out a choked moan that mixed nervousness with a devouring impatience.
"I'm going in..." Hanbin murmured, stroking the sides of his waist before preparing to enter.
And he began to push with a tortuous slowness.
Feeling the initial contact, Hao let out a high-pitched moan that he immediately buried in the pillow. It was incredibly narrow; the walls of his sex, which had not received anyone in years, instinctively resisted the invasion. The burning of the stretch made his eyes fill with involuntary tears, and his shoulders tightened tightly.
"Shhh, slowly... breathe," Hanbin whispered in a hoarse voice, sticking his chest to Hao's back.
Hanbin didn't stop, but he didn't hurry either. As he continued to gain ground millimeter by millimeter, he began to kiss the back of Hao's neck, going up to his ears and down the tense shoulder, trying to distract him from the initial pain with constant caresses on his hips. His big hands kneaded the skin on his sides, reminding him that he was safe.
Hao felt that it opened in half, an overwhelming feeling of fullness that made him tremble. When Hanbin gave the last push, sinking to the bottom and joining their bodies completely, Hao let out a choked sob. His hands closed into fists, clutching the sheets with desperate force as he bit his lower lip until he almost hurt himself, struggling to contain the scream that wanted to escape from his throat.
"That's it... stay like this, you're doing very well, Hao," Hanbin murmured, keeping the pressure deep while giving his body time to adapt. “You're perfect, I got you.”
Hanbin stood still for a moment, letting Hao assimilate the size and heat inside him. With one hand, he looked for one of Hao's hands that squeezed the sheets, intertwining his fingers and squeezing firmly.
Little by little, the pungent burning began to transform into a dull and throbbing heat. Hao relaxed his shoulders and released the air he had held, allowing his body to finally embrace Hanbin. The feeling of being "claimed" in that way, of being filled by the man who had cared for him with such devotion, erased the last trace of shyness.
"Hanbin-ah... move," Hao begged in a barely audible whisper, turning his head a little so that Hanbin could see his face covered with sweat and desire. “Please…”
Hao didn't need to tell him twice. With a possessive growl, Hanbin began to slowly withdraw to ram again, starting a constant rhythm that made the bed squeak softly and Hao's moans fill the air again, this time free of any trace of pain.
Hanbin got on his knees, his big and firm hands closed on Hao's hips, lifting him with unquestionable force. The change of position was abrupt and loaded with an urgency that made Hao's heart skip a beat. The sound of Hao's skin crawling just a few centimeters over the mattress was drowned out by a moan of surprise from the elder.
Now, Hao was in four points, with his back arched in a pronounced way and his chest sunk against the pillow, leaving his back completely exposed and raised for Hanbin. At this angle, the penetration was total.
“Hanbin!" Oh, wait, it's too much...!” Hao exclaimed, his voice broken by the intensity.
Hanbin didn't listen to him, or at least, his instinct didn't allow him to stop. With each thrust, Hanbin reached the deepest, hitting Hao's cervix with a precision that made him see stars. Hao moved frantically on the mattress, his hands scratching the sheets while the tears fell freely, soaking the fabric.
It was an overwhelming feeling; he felt invaded, claimed to the last corner of his being. The pleasure was so sharp that it bordered on pain, a burning friction that caused his belly to contract in violent spasms. Every time Hanbin pushed, Hao's body shook forward, only to be pulled back by Hanbin's hands, which now squeezed his hips so hard that they would surely leave marks from his fingers.
"Hanbin-ah... is... very deep..." Hao whined, turning his head to the side, with his eyes clouded and his mouth ajar, letting out a thread of saliva by the effort of breathing.
"You're so hot, Hao... so tight," Hanbin growled close to his ear, his voice sounding almost animal by desire. “I can't stop, you feel too good.”
Hanbin increased the speed, ignoring the complaints that had already turned into incoherent moans. The room was filled with the rhythmic sound of their bodies colliding and Hanbin's hoarse breathing. The elder felt that his cervix gave way to the pressure, sending gaps of electricity directly to his clitoris, taking him to the brink of a sensory collapse.
Hao could no longer articulate words. He could only feel Hanbin's weight behind him, the way their worlds collided in that room in silence, and how the pain of stretching had turned into a desperate need for Hanbin to never, ever let him go.
The rhythm was already frantic, a constant clash of skin and desire that had Hao completely disoriented. When Hanbin slid his hand under Hao's belly, precisely looking for the swollen and throbbing clitoris, the world of the elder was reduced to that single point of contact.
“No, not there! Hanbin, I'm going to...!” Hao let out a dull howl, trying to crawl forward on the mattress to escape the overstimulation.
But Hanbin was relentless. His fingers pressed and massaged with an expert rhythm while his thrusts continued to hit his insides with devastating force. The difference in sizes was more evident than ever; Hanbin dominated him completely, keeping him anchored by the hips with an ease that made Hao feel small, protected and totally at his mercy.
Hao sobbed, his face sunk in the pillow, feeling how the tension accumulated in his belly until it became unbearable. And then, Hanbin leaned on his back, sticking his lips to his red and sweaty ear.
"You look so good like that, Hao... so open to me," Hanbin whispered with a voice full of possessive darkness. “It makes me want to fill you up so much... to get you pregnant again so that everyone knows that you are mine.”
Those words, loaded with a crudeness that Hao never expected from the sweet Hanbin, were the final trigger. His body tensed like a rope about to break. A violent spasm ran through his inner walls, squeezing Hanbin with incredible force as his clitoris burst under the fingers of the youngest.
Hao let out a scream that was muffled by the pillow as he came with an intensity he had never experienced. He squirted with such force that the liquid soaked Hanbin's sheets and thighs, a hot and humid disaster that marked the end of his resistance. His body collapsed, shaking from head to toe while his insides continued to pulsate rhythmically around Hanbin's erection.
However, Hanbin was not finished.
Despite the disaster and the fact that Hao was completely gone, Hanbin was still hard as steel inside him. His dark eyes observed Hao's body surrendered under his, and without giving him time to recover, he moved his hips again, looking for his own climax inside the man who had just been completely claimed.
Hao was completely broken, with his muscles trembling and his senses buzzing from the violent orgasm he had just suffered. He felt the friction of the wet sheets under his skin and Hanbin's weight as a constant and overwhelming presence.
"Hanbin-ah... stop, please... it's very... very sensitive," Hao sobbed, trying to close his legs, feeling that any minimal touch on his clitoris was like an electric shock that he couldn't process.
But Hanbin was at a point of no return. His eyes were fixed on Hao's sweaty and flushed face. Ignoring the weak pleas, Hanbin took him by the waist and, with a firm movement, forced him to turn on his back. Hao barely had time to gasp before Hanbin parted his legs again and positioned himself between them.
Without giving him a break, Hanbin went back in. The sound of their bodies joining, wet and hot, echoed in the room. Hao let out a long moan, arching his back as his hands desperately searched for something to hold on to.
Hanbin went one step further; he took Hao's thighs and pushed his legs up, flexing them until his knees were almost next to his ears, resting Hao's heels directly on his shoulders. In that position, Hao's channel was completely exposed and straight, allowing Hanbin to penetrate with a depth that bordered on the impossible.
"H-hanbin!" Hao's scream was sharp, a mixture of agonizing pleasure and surprise.
Hanbin leaned over him, using his weight to crush Hao's body against the mattress, removing any space between them. His thrusts became short, fast and brutal, focused solely on reaching his own climax as he hit Hao's bottom again and again.
While his hips worked tirelessly, Hanbin buried his face in the hollow of Hao's neck, leaving deep suctions and impatient bites on his collarbones. The scent of sex, sweat and Hao's residual perfume was the most powerful drug for him.
Hao, trapped under Hanbin's body and with his legs raised, had no choice but to surrender to chaos. His hands went up to Hanbin's broad back, and in a burst of despair at the intensity of what he felt, he dug his nails deep into the younger's skin. His fingers went down the muscles of Hanbin's back, leaving red furrows, long scratches that marked the rhythm of his own perdition.
"More... more!" Don't s-stop…”Hao ended up begging, his sobs turning into guttural moans as he felt that Hanbin tensed up on him, preparing to finally explode inside him.
Hanbin's rhythm became erratic, his muscles tensed to the limit and, with a last push that took him to the depths of Hao, he let out a low and prolonged growl. He felt the warmth of his own climax filling the condom, a rhythmic pulsation that seemed to synchronize with Hao's heartbeat, which still vibrated under him.
He stayed there for a few seconds, with his forehead resting on Hao's shoulder, trying to catch his breath that seemed to have escaped from his lungs.
Although his body asked him to rest, Hanbin did not want to break the connection immediately. He slowly got up on his elbows, still staying inside Hao, so he could see him. Hao's face was a work of art of disorder: his brown hair stuck to his forehead by sweat, his lips swollen and his eyes half-open, bright from tears and pleasure.
Hanbin gave him a smile full of such pure tenderness that it completely contrasted with the intensity of the previous minutes. With a trembling hand, he pushed a lock of hair away from his neighbor's face.
"I love you very much, Hao," he whispered, his voice sounding hoarse and full of an honesty that came out of his soul. “I really love you very much.”
Hao, who was just returning to earth, felt that those words finished healing any insecurity that remained in his chest. He let out a long and exhausted sigh, stretching his arms to wrap around Hanbin's neck and pull him towards him in a protective and warm embrace.
Hanbin let himself fall carefully next to him, wrapping him in his arms and sticking Hao's back against his chest in a "spoon" position. Hao, with his fingers still somewhat weak, began to caress Hanbin's dark hair, enjoying the cozy silence of the room.
The silence of the room was warm, only interrupted by the sound of their breaths returning to normal. Hanbin kept Hao wrapped in his arms, with his chin resting on his shoulder, while his fingers traced lazy circles on the skin of his belly, brushing with absolute naturalness the marks that had intimidated Hao so much minutes before.
Hao turned a little between his arms, looking for Hanbin's eyes. He looked small under the covers, with vulnerability still on the surface of his skin.
"Hanbin-ah..." Hao whispered, breaking the silence. “What you said before, that you loved me... did you really mean it? Despite everything...?”
Hanbin stopped the movement of his hand and looked at him with a seriousness that made Hao's heart skip a beat.
"Why would you doubt that?"
"I don't know," Hao looked down, playing with Hanbin's fingers. “My life is a disaster, Hanbin. I have two children, a job that I just start and a body that... you know. It's not the perfect life that someone like you should want to share. I thought maybe you just got carried away for the moment.”
Hanbin let out a soft sigh and forced Hao to look at him again, gently taking him by the chin.
"Hao, my life was never ‘perfect’, it was ridiculously empty," Hanbin confessed with a sad smile. “Since I saw you in that elevator, fighting with the stroller and with Yueyue hanging from your leg, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I love that you are an incredible father and I love that you are so strong.”
Hao felt his eyes getting wet again, but this time it wasn't because of tiredness.
"I'm not looking for a ‘perfect’ life, Hao. I'm looking for a life with you. I want to be the one who prepares your coffee when you haven't slept, the one who plays with the children so you can play the violin, and the one who reminds you every night how beautiful you are.”
Hao let out a choppy laugh, hiding his face in Hanbin's chest while hugging him tightly.
"You're a cheesy, Sung Hanbin."
"Only with you," he replied, kissing his crown. “So... what do you say? I know it's complicated because of the children and everything, but I don't want to be just the neighbor who helps you with the supermarket bags. I want to be something more. I really want to try.”
Hao separated enough to give him a soft kiss, a seal of promise that he tasted of a new beginning.
"I'm scared," Hao admitted honestly, "but I think I'd be more afraid of losing you now... Yes, Hanbin. Let's try. Let's be ‘something more.’”
Hanbin smiled high, that bright smile that always managed to brighten Hao's day, and he pressed him closer to himself.
The days that followed that night were, for both, like waking up in a brighter reality. Hanbin's apartment was no longer a minimalist place, but a space full of laughter, building blocks and the constant aroma of the food he prepared while Hao bathed the children.
Over the months, the decision fell by its own weight. The space was too small for them, and the desire to build a solid future led them to move to a house with a small garden on the outskirts, a place where Yueyue could run and Renren had room for his first steps. Hao seemed to have bloomed; that exhausted and clueless man from the elevator had given way to a constant ray of sunshine.
Although in the streets of Seoul they had to walk keeping a prudent distance and whispering trivial things due to the country's conservatism, both had become experts in the art of the invisible. A touch of fingers in the supermarket, a knowing look through the living room, or small stolen kisses behind the supermarket shelves were their shared treasures.
On the day of Yueyue's fourth birthday, the house overflowed with energy. While the little one was in kindergarten, Hanbin and Hao worked as a perfectly synchronized team. Hanbin inflated colored balloons while Hao decorated a cake with dinosaur figures, taking turns to carry and make Ren laugh, who crawled all over the room trying to reach the gift ribbons.
When Yueyue returned home and saw the surprise, his screams of joy filled every corner. It was an intimate party, just the four of them; a family that did not need external validation to feel complete. They ate cake, opened gifts and played until the sun went down and the children, exhausted from so much happiness, fell surrendered into their shared room.
Finally, silence returned to the house, a sweet and satisfied silence.
Hao, feeling the pleasant tiredness in his muscles, entered the bathroom of the main room. He got rid of his clothes and opened the shower faucet, letting the steam begin to fog the windows.
The hot water began to hit the tiles, filling the small bathroom with a mist of steam that enveloped everything in a private and dense atmosphere. Hao was under the jet, with his eyes closed, letting the heat relax his muscles still numb by the pleasure and intensity of the last hour.
He heard the sound of the glass door sliding. He didn't have to open his eyes to know it was him.
Hanbin entered the shower, stripped of any trace of clothing, and immediately searched for Hao's body. He stuck to his back, surrounding his waist with firm arms that made him feel small and protected. Hao let out a trembling sigh when he felt the contrast of Hanbin's solid and warm chest against his own wet back; every inch of his bare skin fit perfectly with the other's, as if their bodies had been designed for that contact.
"Bin-ah..." Hao murmured, throwing his head back to rest it on Hanbin's shoulder.
"I got you, Hao," Hanbin whispered against his ear, his breath mixing with the water vapor.
Hanbin's hands didn't stand still. They began to run through Hao's body with a mixture of worship and a spark of desire that quickly re-etirted. His palms went down Hao's chest, caressing the firm but soft skin, before descending towards his belly.
Hao trembled violently when Hanbin's fingers traced the lines of his hips and stopped right at the edge of his crotch, dangerously brushing his center that throbbed with extreme sensitivity. The rubbing of Hanbin's pubic hair against his lower back and the pressure of his erection regaining strength against his buttocks made Hao's knees falter.
"Hanbin..." Hao haded, turning his pelvis a little by instinct, looking for more of that pressure. “I don't think that...”
"We're not in a hurry," Hanbin interrupted, turning him gently so that they were face to face under the water.
Hanbin took Hao's face between his wet hands, kissing him with a tenderness that soon turned again with hunger. As their tongues met again, Hanbin's hand went down again, this time looking directly for Hao's clitoris, which was erect and asking for attention.
The steam in the shower became thicker, catching the sounds of their agitated breaths between the tiled walls. Hao, driven by the trust that had just been born between them, lowered his hand through the water that cascaded and surrounded Hanbin's erection. The touch was firm and warm; he began to move his hand with a slow but sure rhythm, feeling how Hanbin vibrated under his touch.
Hanbin let out a deep growl against Hao's lips, deepening the kiss in an almost desperate way. Their tongues tangled with renewed urgency, while his hands began their own descending path through Hao's wet back.
When Hanbin reached Hao's buttocks, his fingers sank into the firm flesh with a possessiveness that made the elder let out a choked moan against his mouth. Hanbin kneaded them hard, squeezing and lifting Hao slightly to stick him even more to his body, looking for not to be a millimeter of space between them.
"Hanbin... ah, there," Hao gasped when Hanbin squeezed harder, his fingers marking his wet skin.
The friction of the water and the constant contact of their bodies rubbing each other created an electric atmosphere. Hao intensified the movement of his hand, causing Hanbin to separate from the kiss only to rest his forehead against his, with his eyes closed and his teeth clenched.
"You're going to drive me crazy, Hao," Hanbin murmured with a broken voice, while one of his hands left Hao's buttock to go down to his crotch, looking for that point of extreme sensitivity that made him tremble.
Hao arched his back, offering himself more to the contact, feeling how the hot water hit his shoulders as the pleasure rose again up his legs like an unstoppable tide. They were trapped in a cycle of caresses and desire that tiredness could not extinguish, rediscovering the other's body under the shower jet as if it were the first time.
Hao, with shortness of breath and eyes clouded by desire, looked at Hanbin with a silent plea before articulating the words.
"Fuck me, Bin-ah... right here," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the noise of the water.
Hanbin stopped for a second, his hand frozen on Hao's hip. Doubt crossed his gaze as he tried to recover a little rationality among so much haze of pleasure.
"Hao... I don't have a condom," Hanbin said in a hoarse voice, trying to be responsible even though his own body screamed at him not to stop. “We don't have to...”
Hao shook his head, his hand going down again to squeeze Hanbin's erection, guiding it towards his wet entrance.
"It doesn't matter," Hao insisted, his gaze fixed on Hanbin's with a devouring intensity. “I'll have a pill later, I'll take care of that... but now I just really want to feel you. Please, Bin-ah, I need you inside.”
Hanbin swallowed saliva, his resistance falling apart at Hao's insistence and the direct rubbing of his skin. After a last moment of doubt, the desire ended up winning the battle. Without saying a word, Hanbin took Hao by the shoulders and turned him with a firmness that made the elder let out a moan of anticipation.
He gently pushed him until Hao's chest hit the cold tiles, creating a contrast with the hot water sliding down his back. Hanbin positioned himself behind him, his hands closing on his hips like shackles, tilting him forward to offer the perfect angle.
Hao rested his palms against the wall, arching his back and giving himself completely. He felt the tip of Hanbin pressing against his entrance, the contact was overwhelmingly real, allowing him to feel each vein and the latent heat of the other.
Hanbin gave a first decisive push, sinking into it. Hao's moan resounded throughout the bathroom, a mixture of relief and pure pleasure when he finally felt Hanbin's skin filling him without barriers, marking the beginning of a much rougher and possessive rhythm under the shower jet.
Hao, completely surrendered to instinct, threw his head back, looking for Hanbin's shoulder as his hands slid down the wet tiles.
"More... harder, Hanbin-ah... don't stop," Hao begged between sobs, his voice breaking from the intensity of the sensation.
Hanbin, although initially worried about the lack of preparation, was carried away by the despair in Hao's voice. With a possessive growl, he squeezed Hao's hips so hard that his fingers left white marks before turning red. He began to ram with a raw rudeness, without filters.
The burning of Hao's entrance, stretching to the limit without the latex barrier, was a sharp sensation that made him squirm. He had his brow furrowed and his lips clenched, trying to find the balance between the pain of stretching and the devastating pleasure that each deep blow caused him. His legs trembled, threatening to give in under the weight of Hanbin's assault.
“Ah! Han… Hanbin-ah!” Hao whimpered, his tears mixing with the shower water as he felt that Hanbin claimed him to the core.
Noticing Hao's crying, Hanbin leaned forward, sticking his hot chest against the older's wet back, wrapping him in a suffocating and protective embrace at the same time. He didn't slow down; on the contrary, he took advantage of the proximity to push even deeper, looking for that skin-to-skin contact that drove them crazy. With a tenderness that contrasted with the violence of his hips, Hanbin began to kiss Hao's temples, drinking the tears that ran down his cheeks.
“Here I am... I have you,” Hanbin whispered, his voice vibrating directly against Hao's spine.
To finish disarming it, Hanbin slid his hand under Hao's belly, looking for his clitoris with relentless precision. The rhythmic massage, combined with the deep and rough penetration, was too much for Hao's system. The elder arched, letting out a scream that was lost in the rumble of the water, while his belly contracted violently and his insides squeezed Hanbin with a desperate scream that he was about to collapse again.
The atmosphere in the shower became suffocating, the steam mixing with the scent of sex and soap. Hanbin, moved by a possessive instinct, slid his hand down and hooked the crotch of Hao's leg, lifting it hard. Hao's knee hit the tiles, forcing him to open in an almost obscene way, allowing Hanbin to sink with a depth that pulled a heartbreaking sob from him.
Hao was completely leaning against Hanbin's chest, feeling every muscle tense against his back. He looked down, his eyes cloudy and his eyelashes heavy by the water, and watched the spectacle of their bodies together. Seeing how Hanbin's flesh disappeared inside him, stretching it and opening it mercilessly, caused a wave of heat that ran down his spine.
In a fit of lust and despair, Hao brought his own hand down. He began to masturbate with erratic movements while trying to slide the tip of a finger into his own cavity, trying to help Hanbin enter even more, wanting to feel every millimeter of him. But it was so tight, his inner walls sucking Hanbin's penis so hard, that he could barely insert anything else.
Hanbin, seeing Hao touching himself that way, feeling the hungry suction inside him, felt that he was losing his temper. The vision of Hao trying to open up more for him was the definitive trigger. He stopped the thrusts suddenly, being buried to the base inside him, filling it completely.
With his free hand, Hanbin looked for Hao's clitoris. He pinched him lightly, with a pressure that made Hao arch his back and let out a choked scream. Without releasing that point of acute pleasure, Hanbin slid a finger inside already occupied, forcing the entrance.
“Look at yourself, Hao... you're so full of me that nothing else fits," Hanbin growled in his ear, his voice vibrating with a dangerous excitement.
Hao felt like he was going to explode. The internal pressure was overwhelming; he felt Hanbin's thickness and the extra finger stretching him to the limit, while the pinch on his clitoris kept him in a state of delicious torture. His inner walls throbbed frantically, milking Hanbin, sending him clear signals that his climax was seconds away.
"Hanbin... I'm going to cum... I-I'm going to..." Hao sobbed, about to collapse under the weight of so much stimulation.
The sound of the skin crashing underwater became rhythmic and heavy. Hanbin did not withdraw his fingers; on the contrary, he held them firmly inside Hao, expanding it as he resumed the thrusts with brute force. Hao felt that he was tearing inside, a sharp burning that ran through his entire pelvis, but that same pain was what kept him anchored to the reality of pleasure. He clung to Hanbin's wrist, squeezing it with the little force he had left, and let out a dull howl when his body finally gave up.
He came again, a violent and hot expulsion that mixed with the shower water, dripping down his thighs as his inner walls contracted in agonizing spasms around Hanbin's invasion.
“See, how well you do it... you take it so well,” Hanbin whispered to him, his voice full of dark lust.
But for Hao, the feeling quickly went from glory to torment. He was so overstimulated that the touch of Hanbin's fingers inside him began to feel like fire. Sobbing, his face soaked and his legs shaking like jelly, Hao tried to push Hanbin's hand weakly.
"It hurts... stop, please, Bin-ah... It's too much..." he whined, feeling every nerve in his body exposed and sensitive to the extreme.
Hanbin, blinded by his own imminent climax, let go of Hao's leg, letting him rest both feet on the ground, but only to grab his hips with renewed strength, sinking his fingers into Hao's skin. His attacks became short and desperate, looking for the end.
"Almost, almost, Hao... just a little more," Hanbin growled, his breath turning into a roar in Hao's ear.
Hao was too gone, with his mind clouded by orgasm and the pain of sensitivity, to react in time. He wanted to open his mouth to remind him that he had no protection, to ask him to leave before coming, but the words got stuck in his throat when he felt that Hanbin tensed behind him permanently.
Hanbin pushed one last time, sinking down to Hao's cervix, and discharged completely. Hao felt the wave of hot semen filling him, expanding inside him in pulsating jets that contrasted with the temperature of the water. The weight of the discharge was overwhelming, a liquid fullness that left him breathless as Hanbin collapsed against his back, panting, having filled him to the edges.
Hanbin's frantic rhythm was giving way, transforming into slow and heavy thrusts that sought to squeeze the last traces of pleasure, but for Hao, every movement was a delicious torture. His interior, punished by the intensity and lack of protection, throbbed with a dull pain that made him shrink.
“It hurts... Bin-ah, it hurts a lot” Hao moaned, leaning his forehead against the cold wall, with his body vibrating from overstimulation.
Hanbin, listening to the plea full of fragility, stopped. As he left him with a wet and slow brush, Hao let out a long moan, feeling a sudden emptiness. Looking down between his legs, they both observed how Hanbin's thick semen began to drain, mixing with the water and Hao's own lubrication in a whitish trail that descended down his thighs.
"I was going... I was going to tell you not to do it inside," Hao whispered with a broken voice, turning with difficulty to look at Hanbin. His eyes were red and cloudy. “I forgot to tell you in time.”
Hanbin turned a little pale, reality falling on him like cold water. His hands, still resting on Hao's waist, trembled slightly.
"Hao, sorry... really, I'm so sorry," Hanbin stammered, with guilt reflected on his face. “I got carried away completely, I shouldn't have...”
Hao, seeing the anguish in Hanbin's eyes, sketched a weak smile and stretched out his hand to caress his wet cheek. Anger was non-existent; instead, there was a deep connection that the fright could not break.
"It's okay, Bin-ah. Don't worry," he gently consoled him. “I already said I'll have a pill tomorrow. Don't feel bad, I wanted it too.”
Hanbin let out a sigh of relief and leaned over to seal the apology with a sweet kiss, very different from the voracity of before. Their lips moved with infinite tenderness, comforting each other under the shower jet.
The rest of the time in the bathroom was pure dedication. Hanbin assumed the role of caretaker: with infinite patience, he helped Hao clean himself, using his fingers with extreme delicacy to remove what he could from inside while Hao clung to his shoulders. He carefully soaped it, stopping at their scars to kiss them again, and they made sure that the hot water relaxed the tension of his muscles.
After the steam dissipated and the room was in a cozy silence, Hanbin helped Hao get into bed, wrapping him in a devotion that almost made Hao forget his tiredness. The younger went to the kitchen for a glass of water and, upon returning, slipped under the covers to attract Hao's body against his, letting the older one rest his head on his chest.
"Tomorrow I'll go to the pharmacy myself as soon as they open," Hanbin whispered, kissing Hao's crown. “You don't have to worry about anything, rest.”
Hao nodded, feeling the rhythmic heartbeat of Hanbin against his cheek. It was a constant sound, sure, very different from the uncertainty that had marked his nights during the last three years.
"Thank you, Hanbin-ah... for everything," Hao murmured, closing his eyes as the dream began to claim it. “For staying, for the children... for making me feel like this again.”
Hanbin tightened the grip, intertwining his legs.
"I'm not going anywhere, Hao. We are a team now.”
The moonlight bathed the room, illuminating the marks on Hao's skin that he no longer hid with shame. In the next room, the silence of the sleeping children was proof that chaos could be beautiful if you had someone to share it with.
Hao finally fell asleep with a faint smile, knowing that when he woke up, the coffee would be ready, the laughter of his children would fill the corridor and, for the first time in a long time, he would not have to face the world alone. The chapter of loneliness had closed forever under the heat of a shower and the sincerity of a "I love you", giving way to a life that, although imperfect and full of challenges, was exactly what both needed.