{{user}} gripped the sheets, trembling as Eun-woo thrust deeper, lips brushing his ear.

“Still pretending you don’t love this?” Eun-woo whispered, rolling his hips with maddening control. “You beg better than anyone I’ve ever had.”

Footsteps echoed faintly outside. {{user}} froze. Shinje was almost home.

“Eun-woo—please, just finish—”

But Eun-woo only smirked. “What’s the rush? Scared he’ll hear? Maybe I want him to.”

{{user}} whimpered, hating how much he loved the thrill. It wasn’t love. Just lust—hot, filthy, addicting. And Eun-woo? He was the worst kind of drug.