By Zephyria Yoon Ye-jun lowered the towel from his head and wrapped it around his neck. His hair was still wet. He patted his lower body several times with the towel around his neck. As soon as he opened the bathroom door, a cold breeze lingered in the space, filled with silence.
“……”
Yoon Ye-jun walked into the living room. The parchment paper, folded neatly like a dried persimmon, was placed precisely on the coffee table, though he didn’t know when it had been put away. Inside a plastic disposable cup, melted ice had pooled into water. The coffee, mixed with the melted ice water, was pale in color.
After their reconciliation, their first meal together had been a sandwich and coffee. They had ordered delivery because there was nothing else edible.
Yoon Ye-jun, without realizing it, had wolfed down his meal. Ki Young-han, while slurping his coffee, would stare at Yoon Ye-jun as if glaring whenever their eyes met. His eyes were swollen. Then, Yoon Ye-jun would deliberately offer Ki Young-han the sandwich he was eating.
Ki Young-han would open his mouth like a baby bird, take a bite of the sandwich, and they would continue their mealtime in a rather peaceful manner.
After eating and showering, he came out to find that Ki Young-han, who should have been quietly in the living room, was gone. Yoon Ye-jun stopped in his tracks. It shouldn’t happen, but a moment of anxiety surged through him, fearing that meeting Ki Young-han again was merely a dream or a delusion.
Yoon Ye-jun went to the coffee table and cleared away the trash. He poured the coffee from the cup into the sink and set aside the plastic. The parchment paper, stained with food, was thrown into the trash can. Then, he turned off the Air conditioner in the living room.
He entered the room closest to the living room. The room, which also served as a study, was thick with a sticky heat, and no one was there. He checked the room that doubled as a dressing room and storage, and it was empty too. Finally, he entered the bedroom. Ki Young-han was lying on his stomach on the bed, looking at his Mobile phone.
“What are you doing?”
Yoon Ye-jun hid the anxiety he had felt and approached Ki Young-han. At the sound, Ki Young-han glanced up, turned his head, and reached for the bedside table to turn on the Air conditioner. He hid the Mobile phone in his hand under the pillow.
He’s being sneaky. Yoon Ye-jun knew that.
Yoon Ye-jun sat down on the edge of the bed. He immediately slid his hand under the pillow and pulled out the Mobile phone. “Why?” Ki Young-han replied, adjusting his posture. He leaned back against the headboard. Yoon Ye-jun sat down next to him.
Ki Young-han awkwardly supported Yoon Ye-jun’s waist, and Yoon Ye-jun leaned his back against Ki Young-han’s chest, sitting in his embrace. It was a natural position.
Ki Young-han clutched the hem of Yoon Ye-jun’s t-shirt and then let go. Slowly, he moved his hand to wrap his arm around his waist.
Yoon Ye-jun pressed the home button on the Mobile phone. He checked the application Ki Young-han had been looking at last. Seeing the blue background and the text within speech bubbles made him feel a little awkward.
Ki Young-han maintained his usual expression. With his long, unusually thick-knuckled fingers, he pointed to a message.
“Did you send this while drinking?”
“Uh, uh…”
Ki Young-han was reading the messages Yoon Ye-jun had sent during their time apart as if he were studying them. When he received an answer, he began to ask with full intent.
“And this one?”
“When I came to your place…”
“Did you send this while crying?”
“I wasn’t crying.”
He really knows how to make someone feel embarrassed…
Seeing him about to ask about everything, Yoon Ye-jun gently placed the Mobile phone he was holding down. He twisted his body to face Ki Young-han. Sitting cross-legged, he placed his hands on his knees, and Ki Young-han’s fingertips flickered, glancing at them.
The tips of his fingers, the back of his hands, his neck, his eyes, his lips. Ki Young-han’s gaze moved sequentially. It was hard to tell if he was stealing glances or looking openly. When their eyes met, Ki Young-han would slyly turn his head away, only to meet his gaze again as if nothing had happened. His gaze lingered particularly on his lips.
Yoon Ye-jun, unable to misread that gaze, raised his hands and placed them on Ki Young-han’s cheeks.
“Shall we kiss?”
He asked directly. At his suggestion, Ki Young-han, who had been still, bit his lip. He bites his lip when I suggest kissing. Yoon Ye-jun leaned forward slightly and kissed Ki Young-han’s cheek. His bitten lip slowly returned to its original position, maintaining its color.
Yoon Ye-jun kissed Ki Young-han’s lips loudly. The short, sharp sound of smack was followed by Ki Young-han lunging forward and showering Yoon Ye-jun’s lips with a barrage of kisses, as if he had never hesitated.
He seemed determined to fill the gap of their separation with kisses. Even as Yoon Ye-jun fell back onto the bed, Ki Young-han didn’t care and relentlessly pressed his lips against his.
His cheeks, jaw, lips, philtrum, the tip of his nose. He brought his lips wherever he wanted to touch. Yoon Ye-jun, pinned beneath Ki Young-han, kicked his legs on the bed.
“Wait, just a moment!”
Ki Young-han didn’t stop even when he cried out urgently. The intermittent smack, smack, smack sounds were embarrassing. “Ah, just a moment.” Yoon Ye-jun finally grabbed Ki Young-han’s shoulders. Ki Young-han, who had been trying to stop him, pulled away after pressing his lips against his cheek one more time.
Lying on his back, Yoon Ye-jun met Ki Young-han’s gaze silently. Then, he gently stroked the ends of his hair. Ki Young-han looked down at Yoon Ye-jun with his characteristic cool expression. Despite showering him with countless kisses just moments ago, he acted petulant. Cute. Yoon Ye-jun stroked Ki Young-han’s cheeks, jawline, and neck.
“Did you lose weight?”
Ki Young-han feigned disinterest while showing concern. Yoon Ye-jun blinked silently. Is it that noticeable? He hadn’t weighed himself accurately, but he had lost weight. Since he hadn’t been eating properly, the clothes he wore had become looser, if not significantly so.
“I didn’t eat because I wanted to meet and eat with you, Young-han.”
He hadn’t intended to say it so directly, but he had asked out of curiosity. It was also the truth. Will he look sad? Will he retort, ‘Who told you not to eat?’ Yoon Ye-jun inwardly anticipated Ki Young-han’s reaction.
“……”
Displeasure slowly spread across Ki Young-han’s previously calm face. Is he upset? Yoon Ye-jun wrapped his arms around Ki Young-han’s shoulders and pulled him closer. He sank into his embrace. He could feel Ki Young-han’s breath near his chest. His soft hair tickled his chin and lower jaw.
Yoon Ye-jun patted Ki Young-han’s shoulders. His voice, not exactly affectionate but calmer than usual, resonated near his chest.
“Eat your meals.”
“……”
“You’re already thin, why aren’t you eating?”
Is he worried? Yoon Ye-jun moved the hand that had been patting Ki Young-han’s shoulders. As he loosened his embrace, Ki Young-han stirred in his arms. He rested his chin on Yoon Ye-jun’s chest and lifted his head. At the pleading gaze from below, Yoon Ye-jun slowly sat up. Ki Young-han did the same.
He was so glad to meet again. To be able to kiss like this again, to see that petulant face, he was so fortunate. Yoon Ye-jun couldn’t hold back, just as Ki Young-han had been unable to. So, he pulled Ki Young-han closer.
The kiss deepened in an instant. Yoon Ye-jun cupped Ki Young-han’s cheeks and rubbed his lips against them. Hot breaths scattered from their mouths. They twisted their heads, sharing breaths. Moist saliva mingled on their tongues. Ki Young-han grabbed Yoon Ye-jun’s forearm and pulled him closer.
Yoon Ye-jun wrapped his arms around Ki Young-han’s neck, fearing he might fall. Their bodies pressed close. Their tongues rubbed against each other quite vigorously. It had been a long time since they had shared physical intimacy.
Yoon Ye-jun caressed Ki Young-han’s firm body through his t-shirt. He deliberately fondled his nipples through the shirt. Ki Young-han then tightened his grip on the arm holding him.
The sticky kiss ended when Yoon Ye-jun twisted his head and pulled away. Ki Young-han, his eyes half-closed, stopped as he tried to move closer to the retreating Yoon Ye-jun. Ki Young-han looked at Yoon Ye-jun’s wet lips. Yoon Ye-jun exhaled softly.
“Ah…”
A low breath tickled his ear. Ki Young-han returned to the beginning, grabbing Yoon Ye-jun’s forearms and continuing the kiss. Their tangled tongues were unruly. The lips meeting after so long, the breaths they felt, made his head spin.
Ultimately, it was back to square one. As their lips met endlessly, they sucked each other’s saliva and tongues, intertwining their affection, and began to undress each other.
As soon as Ki Young-han saw Yoon Ye-jun’s skin, he buried his face in his neck. He sucked and then bit down, baring his teeth. Yoon Ye-jun writhed his hips. Ki Young-han fumbled with the buckle of his pants.
Ki Young-han, unaware of how his clothes were being removed, was focused on biting and kissing Yoon Ye-jun. The breath that had been on his neck moved down to his shoulder. It continued down to his chest, and he pressed his lips to his aroused nipple. The suction was strong.
When he occasionally bared his teeth as if to bite, Yoon Ye-jun would call out, “Young-han,” in a gentle tone. Then, as if he had never bared his teeth, he would use his tongue to carefully lick the nipple.
Ki Young-han continued his caresses, slowly moving downwards. He gnawed at the soft skin with his teeth. He constantly touched his sides and stomach. Soon, both of them, having shed their underwear, tumbled naked.
I want to do it too. Yoon Ye-jun grabbed Ki Young-han’s shoulder to stop him. As he looked up with wet lips, Yoon Ye-jun met his gaze and lifted Ki Young-han’s chin. Then, a deep kiss ensued again.
Affectionate caresses continued endlessly. As they engaged in intercourse, they constantly tormented each other’s tongues, yet Yoon Ye-jun touched Ki Young-han’s genitals, and Ki Young-han touched Yoon Ye-jun’s genitals.
When he held the glistening, wet tip of his genitals and moved it up and down, he let out low moans. Even as their tongues mingled, he exhaled, “Ah, ah…”
They rubbed their lower bodies together while holding each other, looking into each other’s eyes. Yoon Ye-jun, like someone without shame, rubbed his own against Ki Young-han’s genitals. He rested his forehead on Ki Young-han’s shoulder.
“It feels good…”
At the low, breathy voice, Ki Young-han bit his lips hard. Their two throbbing genitals rubbed against each other incessantly. A sticky sound was heard. So were their breaths.
Ki Young-han slipped his hand under Yoon Ye-jun’s lower back and pulled him closer. His legs slowly spread apart. He settled into that space. Yoon Ye-jun’s legs came up over Ki Young-han’s thighs.
Ki Young-han lay down on top of him. He rubbed his lower body against Yoon Ye-jun’s as if to penetrate. Yoon Ye-jun’s hands gripped Ki Young-han’s shoulders and back.
“Hic, huff…!”
He gasped for breath. Ki Young-han rubbed his lower body against Yoon Ye-jun’s groin and genitals. Yoon Ye-jun arched his back. Ki Young-han’s lower abdomen and groin were also rubbed by Yoon Ye-jun’s genitals. Ki Young-han, as if blinded by lust, pulled Yoon Ye-jun close and rubbed his lower body, moving his body rapidly as if to color his own body with Yoon Ye-jun’s genitals.
“Ah! Hh, huff, Young-han, ah…”
Yoon Ye-jun placed his hands on Ki Young-han’s shoulder blades at the sensation against his own genitals. He dug his nails in. His back arched, and his toes curled. The pleasure that surged through him was released with an ejaculation, and then subsided.
Huff, huff… Panting, he was held in Ki Young-han’s embrace. Ki Young-han was still going. Holding the exhausted Yoon Ye-jun, he rubbed his lower body until it touched his testicles and perineum. He bit his neck and shoulders, and continuously sucked his nipples.
The foreplay, accompanied by caresses, continued for quite some time. And soon, Ki Young-han, also catching his breath, ejaculated onto Yoon Ye-jun’s thighs. Drip, drip, the falling semen wet his thighs.
“Hoo… Eut.”
Ki Young-han rubbed his forehead against Yoon Ye-jun’s chest, catching his breath. His sharp muscles pulsed. Yoon Ye-jun couldn’t do anything about the semen that had spilled and was running down his thighs. He wanted to curl his legs, but it wasn’t easy. Ki Young-han, who was already between his legs, licked his lips and lifted his head.
“Haa…”
Yoon Ye-jun gazed at Ki Young-han, who was breathing heavily. Ki Young-han met Yoon Ye-jun’s eyes and then buried his head in his shoulder again. Even in this state, he was sucking his skin. How much does he want to leave marks to keep sucking like this?
Yoon Ye-jun placed his hands on Ki Young-han’s back and wrote words.
Stop, sucking.
Will he not notice? However, as soon as he wrote the words with his fingernails, Ki Young-han lifted his head again. Yoon Ye-jun also sat up. He touched his thighs, stained with semen. As he swept his palm across them, Ki Young-han licked his lips.
“Sit down, I’ll suck you.”
Yoon Ye-jun sat Ki Young-han down on the bed. Then, he sat between his legs and, without preamble, began to suck his genitals. He tried to open his throat to take it in deeply, but it wasn’t easy. Every time he sucked his lower body as if his jaw would dislocate, Ki Young-han, whose genitals were swelling, didn’t seem like someone who had just ejaculated. As his own genitals entered Yoon Ye-jun’s hot mouth, he quickly stiffened his lower body and let out a rough moan.
“Hut… Ah…”
Yoon Ye-jun used the semen Ki Young-han had ejaculated onto him as lubricant and brought his index and middle fingers to his lower body. He felt a sticky gaze. As Yoon Ye-jun sucked Ki Young-han’s lower body, he pushed his hand into his own. It didn’t go in easily, as it was contracted.
“Eup… Eung, eu-eung…”
His mouth felt like it would tear. Yoon Ye-jun strained his throat. His throat, embracing the glans, twitched. Ki Young-han frowned. He immediately pushed Yoon Ye-jun’s forehead away. With his hand inserted behind him, Yoon Ye-jun, who had been sucking Ki Young-han’s genitals, lifted his head at the force he felt.
“Ugh, wait, just a moment.”
As Yoon Ye-jun pulled his head out, saliva dripped down. The saliva flowing from his mouth wet the throbbing shaft. Yoon Ye-jun, his face flushed red, met Ki Young-han’s eyes. His unfocused eyes, wet lips, bright red tongue, and his own rear, which he was loosening. Ki Young-han squinted one eye.
Yoon Ye-jun slowly withdrew the hand that had been loosening his rear. Ki Young-han touched Yoon Ye-jun’s thighs.
“I’ll suck you.”
“No, I, ah…”
Ki Young-han spread Yoon Ye-jun’s legs apart and placed them on his shoulders. He lowered his head and began to suck Yoon Ye-jun’s genitals. Awkward and rough caresses followed. When he sucked his testicles and let saliva flow into his perineum, Yoon Ye-jun kicked his legs on Ki Young-han’s back. Ki Young-han spread his plump flesh and incessantly licked the hole with his tongue. He deliberately rubbed the contracted hole with his broad tongue. Yoon Ye-jun writhed his body, arching his back.
“Ah, ah…!”
Ki Young-han wet Yoon Ye-jun’s rear. He licked his lower body as if indulging. He licked every fold of the hole, which was not just moist but twitching, moving his tongue. He sharpened the tip of his tongue and poked as if to penetrate his rear.
“Hh, hh-eu, ah, please…”
Yoon Ye-jun barely managed to grab Ki Young-han’s hair. Moans slipped out continuously. However, Ki Young-han did not pull away, and persistently grabbed Yoon Ye-jun’s thighs, pulling him closer and lifting his lower body.
“Hut, ah, wait, ah, no, eut, but…”
Slurp, chu-eup. Wet sounds continued endlessly. Yoon Ye-jun had no choice but to passively accept the caresses he poured out. Even when he spread his rear and thrust his tongue in, when he inserted his fingers and continuously loosened his insides, pushing his own saliva in, and even when the dripping semen soaked his abdomen. His lower abdomen began to ache.
Ki Young-han, who had buried his nose between Yoon Ye-jun’s legs and persistently caressed his lower body, slowly lifted his head. Yoon Ye-jun, who had been holding onto the corner of the pillow as if to tear it, as there was nothing else to grab, shook his head left and right, and then finally met his eyes.
“……”
“……”
Yoon Ye-jun, who had been biting his lips hard and catching his breath with a weary face, released his bitten lips. A faint breath escaped his pinkish lips.
“…Why are you sucking so hard?”
Because I like it. Ki Young-han held back the words he wanted to say. Yoon Ye-jun, contrary to his soothing breaths, fiddled with Ki Young-han’s genitals, which were pressed against his upper body. His lower body, which had grown in size despite having been in his mouth, was groped with both hands.
Ki Young-han calmed his rising breath. Yoon Ye-jun, while touching Ki Young-han’s lower body between his legs, spread his own legs. He lay down comfortably and brought his genitals to rest below.
“Young-han.”
“…Yes.”
“You can put it in.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Ki Young-han lowered his upper body. Together with Yoon Ye-jun’s hand, he grasped his genitals. Despite being sucked, his genitals, which had shrunk, were met by the glans.
“Eu, eu…”
Yoon Ye-jun squeezed his eyes shut. A warm breath was felt for a moment, and then Ki Young-han’s tongue immediately plunged into his lips. Slurp, chu-eup, the tongue pushed into his mouth, pulling his own tongue. Simultaneously, the thick glans penetrated his rear.
“Eut, eu… Hh-eu…”
As the glans pushed in, Yoon Ye-jun exhaled with difficulty. His tongue and lips were being constantly sucked, while his rear was pierced and pressing into him, making it nothing but agony. Ki Young-han kissed the corner of Yoon Ye-jun’s mouth as if to soothe him. The agony was mutual, but he couldn’t make a sound of suffering when he was the one penetrating. Yoon Ye-jun’s legs were draped over his waist, and Ki Young-han pulled Yoon Ye-jun into an embrace.
Yoon Ye-jun, who had been flailing his arms like a drowning person, wrapped his hands around Ki Young-han’s shoulders. He could feel his rear so exposed. The genitals pushing in as if to tear him apart, the veins of the genitals standing out in a vivid red outline.
“Haaah…”
Ki Young-han pulled Yoon Ye-jun closer to him. He yanked him into a tight embrace until a thwack sound echoed, and Yoon Ye-jun dug his nails in. Hup, he took a deep breath.
“Ah, ah, you’re going too, too deep, huuuh…”
There had to be a limit to penetration. Yoon Ye-jun caressed Ki Young-han’s back with the hand that had been digging in its nails. He writhed as if being held. Huuuh, Ki Young-han was also exhaling with difficulty.
It took quite some time for him to settle completely inside. Thwack, thwack… for a moment he was thrusting, then Ki Young-han cupped Yoon Ye-jun’s back and lifted him.
“Haaah, ugh, wait, ah…”
Yoon Ye-jun raised his arms and wrapped them around Ki Young-han’s neck. He called out to him, “Young-han, Young-han.” Ki Young-han supported Yoon Ye-jun’s waist and held him. He laid him down comfortably and began to thrust deep inside again. Yoon Ye-jun groaned and moved his legs, but it wasn’t easy.
Yoon Ye-jun bent his knees and spread his legs into an M-shape. Ki Young-han leaned his weight onto him in that position. As he thrust into his spread rear, he was arbitrarily pressing and crushing the soft inner wall. Thwack, thwack, he slammed in. His mind reeled with pleasure. Due to the size of his genitals, just being inside caused his inner walls to spread and convulse violently.
“Ah, really… Ah, ah!”
“Huuu… Hh…”
Yoon Ye-jun clutched Ki Young-han’s back, scratching it, then grabbing a pillow and shaking his head wildly, unable to do anything as the brutal force arbitrarily dug into him after so long. He liked it. He did like it, but it was also frightening. He was most worried that it wouldn’t end with just one time.
“Look, look at me.”
With half-lidded eyes, Ki Young-han cupped Yoon Ye-jun’s chin and fixed his gaze towards him. His rear was busy thrusting relentlessly.
Thump, thump, thump… To the sound of flesh constantly meeting flesh, Yoon Ye-jun bit his lip. Ah, fuck… Ki Young-han cursed and kissed Yoon Ye-jun’s lips directly. His tongue, entering arbitrarily again, tickled his palate and delved deep as if to probe his throat.
“Huuup, hup…”
He was running out of breath. Yoon Ye-jun flailed in Ki Young-han’s embrace. Uoop, ugh… He held Ki Young-han to catch his breath, but he didn’t relent at all. He just held Yoon Ye-jun’s waist tighter and tormented him more brutally.
“Hhht…!”
Yoon Ye-jun dug his nails into Ki Young-han’s forearm. With Ki Young-han’s movements, his own genitals moved with a slap, slap sound, and he ejaculated involuntarily. Semen streamed down from his urethral opening. Yet, Ki Young-han was still moving. The cloudy semen smeared his glans, shaft, lower abdomen, and even Ki Young-han’s lower abdomen. Yoon Ye-jun weakly lowered the legs he had wrapped around Ki Young-han’s waist. Ki Young-han pulled Yoon Ye-jun into a tight embrace. He held him in his arms as if hiding something precious.
“Too much, huuuh…”
“Ah, ah, wait, I, I came, ah…”
“I like it so much…”
Yoon Ye-jun closed his eyes, feeling the genitals constantly thrusting inside him in Ki Young-han’s embrace. He whispered in a voice that sounded like he was about to cry from pleasure, overcome with arousal, so how could he tell him to stop?
Yoon Ye-jun stiffened his body. Then he grabbed Ki Young-han’s cheek and pulled his face towards him. Ki Young-han’s eyes reflected his own dazed face, slack with pleasure. He seemed to be trembling.
But it didn’t matter. How long had it been since he last met Ki Young-han? He wasn’t such a weak human that he couldn’t endure this much. Yoon Ye-jun soothed his trembling body as if he felt cold. He managed to call out to Ki Young-han.
“Young-han. Ah, haaah…”
“Yes…”
“Do whatever you want today, ugh, do anything you want.”
After speaking, Yoon Ye-jun silently touched his lips to Ki Young-han’s and then pulled away. Ki Young-han tensed and opened his eyes wide. In that state, he buried his face in Yoon Ye-jun’s neck.
“I will. Today, khh, I’ll do everything as I please, ah….”
Was it unnecessary to say anything? Yoon Ye-jun smiled weakly at the childish whimpering. Then he fully enjoyed Ki Young-han’s lips sucking at his neck.
Ki Young-han truly acted as he pleased, just as Yoon Ye-jun had told him to.
He didn’t leave Yoon Ye-jun alone for even a moment. When he tried to rest briefly after ejaculating, Ki Young-han would grab his cheek and kiss him, and continue to suck his swollen nipples. Moreover, he moved his rear as if he would spill his semen all over his body, and Yoon Ye-jun also created situations where he had no choice but to comply.
It was the fourth insertion. Yoon Ye-jun had nothing left to give. While it was only the fourth insertion, if you counted ejaculations, it was countless. He was more amazing than I thought. It was frightening.
“Just a little, haah, ease up a bit, ugh, please.”
Ki Young-han held Yoon Ye-jun’s legs with one arm and lifted them, relentlessly thrusting his rear. Yoon Ye-jun, with all the weight pressing down on him, shook his head with teary, wet eyes.
He had told him to do as he pleased. But that was only for so long. It wasn’t even evening when the two met, and the sun had set, and it was past midnight.
“No, no, hht, no, ah…!”
Because of its enormous size and thickness, just pressing down was enough to bring Yoon Ye-jun to his peak. Slap, slap, skin rubbed against skin, and it dug in as if to tear his inner walls apart.
Yoon Ye-jun curled his toes while Ki Young-han held his legs. His soles ached.
It was the same even after Ki Young-han released his legs. Yoon Ye-jun placed his heels on Ki Young-han’s shoulders. His back ached, and the back of his thighs burned. But Ki Young-han didn’t even seem to notice, and he kept thrusting into him.
“Haa, ugh, ugh…!”
Yoon Ye-jun squeezed his eyes shut, his gaze fixed on the semen wetting him. This time, there was no ejaculation. He felt an orgasm. At the peak of pleasure, his body trembled like an aspen leaf. Goosebumps prickled down his spine. His mouth felt parched. His body felt like it wasn’t his own.
“Hhht…!”
“Khhht…”
And Ki Young-han also began to ejaculate inside Yoon Ye-jun. He thrust into Yoon Ye-jun’s insides with thwack sounds even as he ejaculated, as if he couldn’t pull out until he came.
Yoon Ye-jun felt like a stream was pouring inside him. He knew it was an illusion, but his stomach felt distended. Perhaps Ki Young-han didn’t know either? Perhaps it wasn’t semen but urine? He grew scared. Yoon Ye-jun, with trembling hands, held Ki Young-han’s thighs as he roughly manipulated his rear.
“Young-han, ah, Young-han, you, your pee…”
“I like it so much, huuuh…”
Thump, thump, Ki Young-han literally thrust his genitals in. Why wasn’t it subsiding even after several ejaculations? Slap, slap, a watery sound splashed. Yoon Ye-jun squeezed his eyes shut. The emotions churning inside him burst forth.
“No, my stomach, hggh, my stomach, ah…”
Yoon Ye-jun finally burst into tears. He had told him to do as he pleased, but he never imagined Ki Young-han would pee inside him. Clumsiness was fine, roughness was fine. But wasn’t this a lack of mutual agreement? Even if he had suggested it, he wouldn’t have agreed.
“……”
And at the sight of Yoon Ye-jun bursting into tears, Ki Young-han’s eyes widened. His heaving waist stopped abruptly, and he immediately pulled back. Haaak… Yoon Ye-jun’s strength drained, and he collapsed onto the bed. His limbs sprawled out. He had no strength left in his body.
“What’s wrong…?”
His genitals slowly withdrew. What had been pooled inside gushed out. Yoon Ye-jun couldn’t even sit up. Hup, hup. He sobbed with a cracked voice.
“You peed inside me, hup, you peed…”
“What?”
Ki Young-han furrowed his brow, creating an eight-character wrinkle between his eyebrows. Yoon Ye-jun, not caring if Ki Young-han saw, pushed his finger inside himself and scraped. This piece of shit, even if I told him to do as he pleased, how could he do something like this? He was about to curse out loud.
“I didn’t pee.”
“……”
Ki Young-han removed Yoon Ye-jun’s hand. Then he himself pushed his finger inside Yoon Ye-jun. Yoon Ye-jun groaned. Ki Young-han bent his finger and touched Yoon Ye-jun’s inner wall.
“Why would I pee that?”
“Huuuh, ugh…”
“Am I crazy? That kind of thing…”
Whose body is it…
Ki Young-han supported Yoon Ye-jun’s back and held him, helping him lie down comfortably. A squelch sound came from inside. He tried to scrape out the semen, but it wasn’t easy. It would be better to go to the bathroom and wash.
“You didn’t pee, did you?”
Yoon Ye-jun, having barely caught his breath, asked him with wary eyes. Ki Young-han’s irritation flared up for a moment. Did he think of him as someone who would pee on the body of someone he liked?
“I told you I didn’t, that kind of thing.”
“It was too… intense.”
“What are you talking about, really.”
“No, ah…. there, …don’t touch it.”
Yoon Ye-jun flinched at Ki Young-han’s hand still probing him. When he grabbed his wrist and pulled it down, Ki Young-han withdrew his hand from inside. Gush, semen poured out once more.
Yoon Ye-jun looked up at Ki Young-han with wary eyes.
“What do you take me for?”
Ki Young-han, muttering to himself, turned his head away. I didn’t pee… Only then, with belated guilt, Yoon Ye-jun grabbed Ki Young-han’s forearm. As if in response to his turned head, Ki Young-han glanced back and met his eyes.
Yoon Ye-jun apologized in a voice that seemed to disappear into the floor, “Sorry.” Ki Young-han stared at Yoon Ye-jun with a sullen face, then bent his waist again. Their lips met and parted.
“But it was so intense inside…”
“You don’t have to say it.”
“I thought it was pee, but, white…”
Is it because it’s white uterus? Before Yoon Ye-jun could finish his sentence, Ki Young-han covered his mouth.
“Ah, come on.”
Ki Young-han was horrified. Yoon Ye-jun, with his lower body held by Ki Young-han, met his eyes. Ki Young-han’s neck was red. It was covered in the marks he had left. There were even bite marks on his shoulder. Yet, it didn’t look like it hurt.
Ki Young-han released his hand holding Yoon Ye-jun’s lower body. He placed his hand on his thigh.
“Let’s go wash up in the bathroom first.”
“……”
“I’ll help you.”
He supported Yoon Ye-jun’s waist with words that were not at all affectionate and helped him sit up. Yoon Ye-jun pulled his chin back, looked up at Ki Young-han, and then spread his arms. He pulled Ki Young-han into an embrace. Gush, as he tensed his body, semen poured out once more.
How much did he ejaculate? It was excessive compared to usual, perhaps because he was releasing his pent-up desire after so long. His whole body ached. He felt drowsy.
But even so.
“Young-han.”
A night where he could express his affection.
“Let’s just stay like this for a while.”
The object of his affection was right in front of him.
Yoon Ye-jun wrapped his arms around Ki Young-han’s neck and spent time quietly. Ki Young-han’s hand paused, then gently wrapped around Yoon Ye-jun’s waist. Yoon Ye-jun slowly closed his eyes. And he caressed Ki Young-han’s pleasantly warm skin.
“Young-han.”
The affectionate voice calling him felt unusually distant. Ki Young-han, lying naked on the bed, simply listened to the voice calling him with his eyes closed. But soon, he lifted his lowered eyelids and gazed at the ceiling. It was an unbelievable situation. Yoon Ye-jun and he were in the same bed.
“Ki Young-han.”
He called him once more. His heart fluttered arbitrarily at the simple voice. Finally, Ki Young-han rolled his eyes and looked at Yoon Ye-jun, who was calling him.
Yoon Ye-jun, also completely naked, turned onto his side. Yoon Ye-jun rested his arm on the pillow, bending his elbow to pillow his head. His other hand rested on Ki Young-han’s forearm. Ki Young-han’s eyes narrowed at the skin touching his body, then he turned his body as Yoon Ye-jun had done.
“Why?”
With a sullen face, Yoon Ye-jun, though pretending to be grumpy, couldn’t take his eyes off Ki Young-han, so he placed his hand on his cheek. His eyes were swollen. Thanks to that, he didn’t have to endure his usual fierce gaze, but the fact that these tears were because of him was regrettable. He stroked the corner of his eye with his thumb. Ki Young-han, disliking that, twitched the front of his eyebrows slightly.
“Young-han.”
“Why do you keep calling me?”
“Close your eyes.”
Ki Young-han rolled his eyes. He looked at the curve of Yoon Ye-jun’s chin, then his eyes scanned the marks he had left on his neck. Was he going to kiss him? He just wished he would say it directly. He certainly wasn’t shy. Ki Young-han, his mind racing, decided it was better to just go for it and closed his eyes.
And then, a gentle contact.
Ki Young-han held the silently touching lips. But the sensation of Yoon Ye-jun’s lips was not what he expected. His lips, which were usually soft and he wanted to suck them freely, were thin and hard. Not soft either. He finally opened his eyes, which he had stubbornly kept closed. Yoon Ye-jun’s face was further away than he thought. And what was touching his lips was not his lips, but…
“Do you like it when I tease you?”
It was Yoon Ye-jun’s finger. He was gently placing his index and middle fingers on his lips. His playful eyes were annoying today. How long had it been since they became close, and he was already starting to tease him again.
“You’re so mean.”
Though he said it grumpily, as if to resist, Yoon Ye-jun’s lips curved upwards beautifully, separate from his fierce voice. He didn’t know what was so funny, but his eyes crinkled. Ki Young-han, feeling inexplicably annoyed, grabbed Yoon Ye-jun’s wrist and bit his index finger hard enough to leave a mark.
“It hurts.”
Ki Young-han applied pressure to the surface of his teeth, holding Yoon Ye-jun’s finger in his mouth, and lowered his gaze. A finger was fine, but he wanted to suck something else. His mood soured further when something different from what he expected touched him. He slowly opened his lips and pulled out his finger. Then, with a sullen face, he climbed on top of Yoon Ye-jun.
Yoon Ye-jun reached behind Ki Young-han’s neck and embraced him. He fumbled along his neck and shoulders, then pulled him closer. Ki Young-han willingly lowered his head. Finally, their lips met.
Ki Young-han twisted his head and passionately sucked Yoon Ye-jun’s lips and tongue. To make up for what he had lacked. Even though they had woken up late and were embracing each other and breathing heavily just 30 minutes ago, he tried to fill himself with Yoon Ye-jun like a deprived human.
As their tongues mingled and their bodies caressed each other, soft moans escaped their lips. Ughh… The sounds of wet saliva, nasal sounds, and the slurping of tongues all sounded stimulating.
Ki Young-han slipped his hand under Yoon Ye-jun’s back and lifted him. He leaned his upper body against the headboard and buried his chin in Yoon Ye-jun’s chest. Looking up at him, Yoon Ye-jun stroked his hair.
“Cute.”
“What is?”
“Grumpy.”
“……”
“Look at your swollen eyes.”
With the hand that had been stroking his hair, he now cupped both of his cheeks. He wasn’t particularly fleshy, but when he applied pressure with his palm, his already pouty face became even more crooked. His lips, pursed in a circle, twitched and hesitated. As Yoon Ye-jun slowly relaxed his grip, Ki Young-han shook his head, making his hair flutter.
“I’m still mad, you know.”
He could just refuse, but he was compliant when being touched.
Despite Ki Young-han’s contradictory nature, Yoon Ye-jun couldn’t hide the smile spreading across his lips. He was glad they could meet again. They had had a passionate encounter after a long time, but still. They could share affectionate touches like this.
Come to think of it, Ki Young-han always seemed to be lingering around him. He had been by his side through the various incidents of the previous semester, and they had fought, seen each other’s private parts, raised their voices, and then, as if nothing had happened, they would get along well.
It was a peculiar relationship. Didn’t they say that resentment often runs deepest? Yoon Ye-jun pulled Ki Young-han’s head into his embrace again. His larger frame bore all its weight, but it didn’t matter.
Even if it wasn’t a perfectly normal way, just as Ki Young-han had stayed by my side, I too would walk alongside Ki Young-han. Yoon Ye-jun made a promise to himself, though he couldn’t voice it.
And as if to affirm that promise, he whispered.
“I like you a lot, Young-han. Let’s get along well from now on.”
Ki Young-han, who had collapsed, brought his ear to Yoon Ye-jun’s chest. Thump, thump… he could feel his heart beating. Ah, this is annoying. Getting flustered by such trivial things. In Yoon Ye-jun’s embrace, where his arms were holding him with moderate strength, though not tightly bound, Ki Young-han closed his eyes.
Despite hearing the words “I like you” three times, I am tormented. I’m scared because my heart feels like it’s going to burst. Is Yoon Ye-jun okay? Is it because he has a lot of dating experience that it feels natural? That’s annoying in its own way.
While lost in complex thoughts within Yoon Ye-jun’s embrace, Ki Young-han was belatedly ensnared by the word ‘dating.’
‘I want to date you.’
‘Please date me.’
Back then, I couldn’t even answer Yoon Ye-jun’s words when he asked to date me, merely to vent my frustration and sorrow. I wasn’t a child, just spewing out that I hated him. What would I do if I hated him, but I had no proper words. I couldn’t curse at Yoon Ye-jun either.
But… are we dating?
Belated regret washed over me. Crying like a child in Yoon Ye-jun’s arms, and even after doing everything else, like taking off clothes, I couldn’t answer his request to date. The memory brought a bitter taste to my mouth. What if we end up continuing our pathetic relationship like before? What if Yoon Ye-jun gets entangled with another weirdo again…
Ki Young-han silently endured Yoon Ye-jun’s touch, which stroked his shoulder, then embraced it, tickled the back of his neck until it shivered, and twisted the ends of his hair, lost in his own ordeal.
With a twisted mood, he lightly pinched Yoon Ye-jun’s nipple, which was visible before him, without hurting him, and sat up.
“Ah.”
Yoon Ye-jun, who let out a short gasp, his expression gradually turned grim. He glanced up at Ki Young-han. This guy, if you indulge him, he just gets more presumptuous.
“……”
“……”
Ki Young-han’s lips drooped. He completely ignored the mess he made and pretended not to know. Yet, I couldn’t hate him, so I must be thoroughly twisted. He usually acted like this when he couldn’t handle his own mood. Yoon Ye-jun, deciding it was better to endure, quickly regained his composure. Instead, he gazed at Ki Young-han.
Ki Young-han cleared his throat and returned to his original position. He pulled the blanket up, barely covering his lower half, and leaned against the headboard, sitting up halfway. Yoon Ye-jun gripped the bed and pushed himself up. He turned towards Ki Young-han.
“Why?”
Despite my petulance, Yoon Ye-jun asked, tilting his head, maintaining his usual tone. The words “Are we dating?” lingered in Ki Young-han’s mouth, but they wouldn’t come out easily.
He parted his lips several times. What other bombshell is he going to drop now? Yoon Ye-jun silently kissed Ki Young-han’s cheek.
“What’s wrong, Young-han.”
Even after resolving all misunderstandings and sharing their hearts, is there something left unsaid? Yoon Ye-jun tilted his head. Then, he settled beside Ki Young-han and caressed his fingers.
“Is it because of Kim Jae-ui? He can’t even contact me. I have all the evidence, and he’s doing nothing, so how anxious must he be? He’s probably agonizing alone right now.”
“……”
Ki Young-han twitched the bridge of his nose. Is he an idiot? Would it be because of Kim Jae-ui? He’ll be picking fights with me every time he sees me next semester. Ki Young-han slowly shook his head.
“Then why?”
Yoon Ye-jun asked cautiously, as if coaxing, and intertwined his fingers with Ki Young-han’s, interlocking them. Ki Young-han gazed at his fingers, held tightly by Yoon Ye-jun.
Even though I remained still, Yoon Ye-jun applied just enough pressure to keep our clasped hands fixed. Then, he touched the veins on the back of my hand with his finger. Seductively.
As Yoon Ye-jun’s fingers sensually stroked and touched my hand, Ki Young-han was momentarily seized by dangerous thoughts, but there was also a comforting strength in his touch. He took a deep breath. He bit his lip hard and finally managed to speak.
“Are we….”
“Yeah. Tell me.”
“Dating?”
After speaking, Ki Young-han glanced at Yoon Ye-jun sitting beside him. He couldn’t bring himself to look properly and lowered his head. He just stared at the bulging blanket. Yoon Ye-jun was silent for a long time. The fingers that were interlocked slowly pulled away. Ki Young-han realized his mistake.
Fuck… why did I ask that.
While Ki Young-han stared blankly at his hand, now empty and without anything to hold onto, Yoon Ye-jun placed his hand on Ki Young-han’s thigh. Even though he was covered by the blanket, the position where he placed his hand was awkward.
As Ki Young-han tried to subtly shift his lower body, Yoon Ye-jun flopped down. Right on the exact spot. That was fine, but he trembled on Ki Young-han’s lower body. He was so thin. His spine was clearly visible.
Ki Young-han’s face turned red and then blue. Yoon Ye-jun buried his face in his thigh and was laughing. He was clearly finding it amusing that I said something ridiculous again.
This is really… annoying. While a fire raged inside me, the most annoying thing was myself. I wanted this to continue because I liked Yoon Ye-jun’s laughter. But…
“No, I get that you’re laughing, but can you lift your face? Where are you burying your face?”
“Huh…?”
Yoon Ye-jun, who had been chuckling to himself, finally lifted his head. Ki Young-han, with a displeased expression, pointed downwards with his chin. You can feel it, yet you pretend not to know. Frustrated, he ran his hands through his hair. It was all so complicated. While he looked troubled, Yoon Ye-jun’s lips curved into a wide, hearty grin. Then, a bombshell came from his mouth.
“But how many times did you suck earlier……”
“Ah, don’t say it.”
Ki Young-han covered Yoon Ye-jun’s mouth with one hand. Whether his face was small or my hand was big, it covered his nose, mouth, and jaw. Yoon Ye-jun still kissed my palm loudly. He has a good personality. Thinking that he must have charmed people like this all along made my stomach churn.
“Young-han.”
His voice drawled. Only then did Ki Young-han remove his hand from Yoon Ye-jun’s mouth. Yoon Ye-jun took Ki Young-han’s hand again. He carefully leaned his body against his shoulder. Thump, thump, thump… His heart might not have a problem, but it felt like it was beating too fast and too hard. Ah, really… liking someone is this tormenting. Ki Young-han even held his breath.
“We’re dating.”
“……”
“You don’t hate it, right?”
Yoon Ye-jun rested his chin on Ki Young-han’s shoulder and turned his head. His lips brushed against his skin. Ki Young-han felt like he was stiffening. Such natural intimacy. Is it okay to be this close when we’re dating? No, it feels like we’ve done this before. The thoughts running wild in my head tangled like threads. Then, they popped…
Ki Young-han finally lowered his head. He whispered in a voice that could barely be heard.
“…How could I hate it.”
Yoon Ye-jun laughed out loud again. Ki Young-han just listened silently. He liked Yoon Ye-jun’s laughter. It didn’t matter if it was from teasing him or from anything else. Emotions were strange. He, who hated being teased, or even being involved with someone privately, could make an exception for Yoon Ye-jun.
Ki Young-han’s lower lip quivered. He pouted like a child. He squeezed Yoon Ye-jun’s hand tightly. Then, with difficulty, he spoke.
“…I like you.”
“……”
“…I like you so much it’s annoying.”
All his complicated thoughts dissolved, and his mind became blank. Just saying this one thing would have made everything okay. Ki Young-han, unable to contain his temper, kicked the blanket away. He sat up abruptly.
“Let’s go out to eat. I’m hungry.”
“Ah, ah, okay…”
“Do you want to wash up?”
Ki Young-han got out of bed. He intended to let Yoon Ye-jun wash up in the en-suite bathroom while he went to the bathroom in the living room, and he grasped the doorknob.
“Ki Young-han.”
Yoon Ye-jun, still sitting on the bed, called him. Ki Young-han turned his head only, still holding the doorknob.
“I like you too, really.”
Hearing that voice, Ki Young-han flung open the bedroom door. He had definitely turned on the Air conditioner as soon as he got home, but the living room Air conditioner was off. Perhaps because of that, sticky, hot air was stagnant. It seemed Yoon Ye-jun had gone out to get water. So unpleasant, really. Ki Young-han roughly ran his hands through his hair.
I hate spring because of the bugs. I hate autumn because of the fallen leaves and ginkgo trees. I hate winter because it’s cold, and summer goes without saying. But this summer was okay, even if it was hot.
People’s hearts are truly strange. Just this morning, I wished summer would pass, but now I wished it wouldn’t. I wanted to spend a little more time with Yoon Ye-jun. Of course, even if time passed, the heat wouldn’t easily subside.