Ruaan moaned helplessly and it vibrated in his chest. He felt Harolin’s quiet exhale against his neck, felt the man press closer, felt exactly how much this was affecting him. The thick, heavy bulge of Harolin’s cock pressed against his thigh through their uniforms. It was absolutely not regulation equipment, especially since it was warm, hard and demanding.

"That’s mine," Harolin said quietly, a possessive rumble. "Only mine. Mine for me to listen."

Ruaan wanted to say something furious about how he didn’t belong to anyone, how this was insanity. He opened his mouth to speak, but Harolin cut him short when he wrapped a hand in his hair and tilted his head back sharply, exposing his throat. The words died, swallowed by the dizzying rush of submission.

"Don’t try to deny it, Ru. You might be a pretty liar, but your body is honest,"

"There’s nothing wrong with my body reacting to a man’s touch," he said.

"A man’s touch?" Harolin asked and Ruaan swallowed hard.

He unbuttoned Ruaan’s trousers with efficient movements, pushing them and his underwear down just enough to free his cock. The cool air of the storeroom was a shock, followed by the greater shock of Harolin’s large, warm hand wrapping around him, skin to skin.

Ruaan cried out, a broken sound. "Harolin..."

"Hmmmm. Say my name again," Harolin growled, stroking him slowly, his thumb swiping over the leaking tip.

"Harolin... Lily... I can’t..."

"You can. You will." Harolin kissed him again, swallowing his whimpers. His own uniform was frustrating him; he tore at his belt and fly, freeing his erection. It was thick and heavy, just as Ruaan remembered from that night in the bathroom, and the sight of it made Ruaan’s stomach clench with a fear that was now inextricably tangled with want.

Harolin pressed their bodies together, his cock sliding against Ruaan’s. The friction was maddening. He rutted against him, his movements growing more urgent, grinding their lengths together in a hot, slick slide.

"You feel that?" Harolin panted into his ear. "That’s what you do to me. You and your pretty eyes and your stupid bravery. You make me lose control."

Ruaan was beyond words. He clung to Harolin’s shoulders, his nails digging in, his own hips moving in time, meeting each thrust. The pleasure was building, a tight coil in his gut. He was moaning openly now, little "ah, ah" sounds with every grind.

"I’m gonna fuck you now, Ru," Harolin said, his voice ragged with need. "Right here. I’m gonna be inside that tight hole you were so determined to protect."

The words sent a fresh wave of fear through the pleasure. "No... it’ll hurt... it’s too big, I swear, I can’t—"

"Shhh." Harolin stilled, capturing Ruaan’s face in his hands, forcing him to meet his gaze. The calm was gone, replaced by a raw, vulnerable intensity that was somehow more frightening. "Look at me. I will make it good for you. I won’t hurt you, tell me if it’s too much. Not like that. Do you believe me?"

Ruaan stared at him. "Are you serious right now?"

"I’m always serious."

"You dragged me into a storeroom and locked the door and now you’re asking me to use a safe word."

"I’m not asking you to use a safe word. I’m telling you to tell me if it’s too much." His hand pressed flat against Ruaan’s hip, a heavy, warm weight. "There’s a difference."

Ruaan searched his eyes. He saw the hunger, the possession, but beneath it, a fierce promise.

"Fine," he said, the word a surrender.

"Good." Harolin kissed him, softer this time. "Then tell me what you want. Right now."

The command, the demand for participation, unravelled something in Ruaan. The last thread of resistance snapped. "I want... I want you inside. Please, Lily. Please... fuck me."

A groan tore from Harolin’s chest. He quickly spat into his hand, slicking himself, then reached between Ruaan’s thighs. "It won’t be enough," he muttered, "but we’ll go slow." His fingers found Ruaan’s entrance, pressing gently against the clenched ring of muscle.

Ruaan tensed, a full-body flinch, the memory of Seo’s toys flashing behind his eyes.

"Look at me," Harolin ordered again. "Only at me."

Ruaan dragged his gaze back to Harolin’s. He focused on those dark eyes as he felt a thick finger push slowly, inexorably, inside him. It burned. It stretched. A tear escaped and tracked down his cheek.

"Breathe, Ru," Harolin soothed, kissing the tear away. "Just breathe for me." He worked his finger into the knuckle, letting Ruaan adjust, before carefully adding a second. The stretch was intense, a sharp, burning fullness. Ruaan sobbed, burying his face in Harolin’s neck.

He told himself this was fine. He was fine. He had read six volumes of research material on physical intimacy. He knew exactly what was happening and what was going to happen and it was completely fine.

"I know," Harolin murmured, scissoring his fingers gently. "I know it hurts. But you’re taking me so well. You’re so tight and perfect for me." He crooked his fingers, and a jolt of unexpected pleasure shot through Ruaan, making him gasp.

"Wha... what was that?" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

A faint smile touched Harolin’s lips. "Something good. There’ll be more." He removed his fingers, leaving Ruaan feeling empty and aching. He positioned himself, the broad head of his cock nudging against Ruaan’s loosened hole. "Ready?"

Ruaan nodded, bracing himself. He wrapped his legs around Harolin’s waist, locking his ankles.

Harolin pushed in.

The world shattered into pure, white-hot sensation. The burn was immense, a tearing, overwhelming feeling of being split open.

"Don’t," Harolin said immediately. He stopped moving completely. "Don’t lock up, just open your eyes and look at me."

Ruaan screamed, a raw sound of pain, and more tears flooded his eyes. He felt impossibly full, stretched to his absolute limit. He looked at him, his vision blurring with unshed tears.

"Wait, wait, it’s too much, please!" he begged, scratching at Harolin’s back.