They stayed like that for long moments—panting, bodies pressed tight, his cock still buried deep inside her, twitching with aftershocks. Kook’s arms wrapped around Tae like he never wanted to let go, her head tucked under his chin, soft breaths fanning his neck. Cum leaked slow around where they were joined, warm and sticky, dripping down her thighs onto the lounger cushion.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head. “You feel so good. Still so tight around me even after that.”