For a while, they just lay there, embraced, still breathing heavily. Minjun's body trembled, his anus still contracting as if remembering the penis that had just filled it. Inside, a warm mixture of sperm and lube slowly flowed out, sticking to his thighs. He felt this movement with every cell, and from this intimate fullness within, he couldn't stop blushing.
Hyuk noticed how the omega squeezed his thighs, as if trying to hold the warmth in. He smiled and stroked his back.
"Let's go take a shower," he suggested gently.
Minjun nodded shyly, but his heart was still beating too fast in his chest.
They stood up slowly, carefully, and when Minjun got to his feet, he felt the sperm and lube run down, leaving wet streaks on the inside of his thighs. His cheeks flushed with shame, but Hyuk immediately wrapped his arms around his waist, holding him steady.
"Don't be shy," he whispered in his ear. "This is just between us."
In the bathroom, steam quickly filled the space. Warm water streamed down their bodies, washing away the residue. Minjun leaned his palms against the wall, feeling the drops slide down his skin. Hyuk stood behind him, carefully soaping his shoulders and back, his fingers touching him gently, without rushing.
When his hands slid lower, to his thighs, the omega whimpered softly, feeling the soap and water wash away the sticky traces of sperm, but inside, a tremor still remained, a memory of the tight penis.
"You can still feel me, can't you?" Hyuk asked quietly, running his hand along his lower back.
"I can," Minjun admitted, his voice trembling. "It's still... pulsating..."
The alpha gently kissed his shoulder, letting the water run down their bodies. His palm lingered on his stomach, just below his navel, where he could still feel a warm heaviness inside.
"That's good," he said, and there was a note of pride in his voice.
Minjun lowered his head, closing his eyes, but a smile touched his lips. He felt both awkward and pleased at the same time. The water washed away the remaining lube and sperm, but the sensation of fullness and connection didn't leave.
They stood in the shower for a long time: Hyuk washed his hair and massaged his neck while the omega relaxed in his arms. Sometimes their gazes met, and when they did, Hyuk would simply lean in and kiss him.
When they got out of the bathroom, their skin was warm and slightly damp, and Minjun's hair was stuck to his temples. Hyuk put a towel on his shoulders and pulled him close.
***
Minjun woke up to the feeling of warmth next to him. For a few seconds, he lay still, listening to Hyuk's steady breathing. His shoulder was still serving as a pillow, and his arm lay gently on Minjun's waist, as if even in his sleep, Hyuk didn't want to let go.
He moved cautiously, and in the same second, he felt a sticky dampness between his thighs. His cheeks flushed, and his breath hitched. Memories of the previous night rushed back with new force: the kisses, the touches, the rhythm of their bodies, the way Hyuk held him as if afraid to let go. All of it resonated with a sweet heat, slowly spreading across his skin.
The T-shirt he was wearing smelled of him again. Minjun pressed the fabric to his face, inhaled, and caught himself smiling. This scent had become something more than just an aroma for him. It was an anchor, a reminder that there was someone nearby who accepted him just as he was.
Light filtered through the curtains - soft, golden, as if the morning itself had decided to be kinder to them. Minjun carefully looked up at Hyuk. In his semi-sleep, his face looked especially peaceful: softly outlined lips, slightly furrowed brows, hair falling across his forehead. He looked strong, yet vulnerable at the same time - and that made Minjun's heart beat faster.
He reached out his hand, hesitantly touching Hyuk's palm with his fingers. The warmth radiating from it was searing, and at that very moment, Hyuk stirred slightly and opened his eyes. His gaze was sleepy, but the familiar attentiveness immediately returned.
"Have you been awake for a long time?" the hyung's voice was hoarse from sleep.
Minjun shook his head. "Just now..."
Hyuk smiled a little, gently running his hand through his hair. This simple movement made Minjun almost close his eyes in pleasure.
"Good morning," Hyuk said quietly. "How are you feeling?"
Minjun stumbled. There were so many answers inside, but he only exhaled one:
"Warm."
Hyuk's gaze lingered, as if he wanted to say something, but he remained silent, only stroking his hair once more.
Minjun, feeling shy, looked away. He felt the stickiness between his thighs again and squeezed his fingers on the fabric of the T-shirt. His body reminded him of what had happened, and it was a strange combination of mild shame and sweet joy.
"Do you want to have breakfast?" Hyuk suggested sitting up and stretching.
Minjun nodded. He got up, feeling his knees give way, and hastily hid it, as if afraid to show weakness. But Hyuk noticed, and without saying a word, he held out his hand, supporting him by the elbow.
It was so simple - and yet so painfully tender.
***
Breakfast was simple - toasted bread and some fruit. But the process itself was like a game: Hyuk would hand him a plate, their fingers would touch; Minjun would catch his eye and immediately look away, feeling his heart jump into his throat. A silent understanding reigned between them: everything had changed yesterday.
"You're especially pensive today," Hyuk noted, leaning back in his chair.
Minjun bit his lip, his cheeks burning.
"I'm thinking... about yesterday," he confessed, not lifting his eyes.
Instead of an answer, Hyuk just reached out and gently ran his fingers along his cheek. The warmth of that touch said more than any words.
***
The day passed in small things: they went grocery shopping, checked the store, and arranged some books on the shelves. It was all mundane, but for Minjun, every moment had a special meaning. Every step next to Hyuk, every glance, every short conversation only strengthened his conviction: they were connected now.
By evening, tired but calm, they returned home. Minjun settled on the couch, stretching out his legs, while Hyuk sat next to him, flipping through a magazine. Their knees accidentally touched - and neither of them moved away.
"Do you want to rest a little?" Hyuk asked quietly.
"Yes," Minjun replied softly, and at that moment, he felt his eyes begin to close on their own.
Hyuk rested his head on his shoulder, and Minjun put his arm around his waist, feeling his calm, heavy breathing next to him. The room was quiet, city lights twinkled outside the window, and in that simple moment, there was everything: warmth, trust, and silence.
Minjun closed his eyes, feeling his heart gradually calm down. Words were no longer needed. They just sat, holding each other close, until the evening smoothly turned into night.