By Zephyria 
How much time had passed? Suddenly, Eun-ha, who had been suppressing a sneer, opened his eyelids. He slightly pulled his head back. His lips parted with a sticky sound. Catching his breath, he glanced down.
He directed a reproachful expression towards Yeon-jun, who slowly opened his eyes and looked up at him hazily.
“What do you think about you, Anyone, getting hard just from a little lip service?”
He was pressing down on his buttocks, where the plump flesh met. As he spoke as if to prick him, the corners of the other’s eyes flushed red.
“That’s because, Hyung, you suddenly…”
Yeon-jun stopped speaking and squeezed his eyes shut. He tilted his head to the side and covered his face with the back of his hand. He seemed to be saying that he didn’t know anymore. The tips of his fingers were red at every joint. His cheeks, the rims of his ears, and his exposed neck, all of it.
Why was he so shy when it wasn’t his first time? His reaction, as if he couldn’t bear it, was both unfamiliar and subtly arousing. Eun-ha lightly bit his lip as he watched the man beneath him getting excited. He wanted to. It didn’t have to be Yeon-jun. Conversely, he didn’t mind if it was Yeon-jun.
Reaching out, he rubbed the beautifully sculpted collarbone, putting more weight on the spot where he was sitting. It was sex appeal. He deliberately pressed down hard as if to stimulate him, and he felt the erection even more clearly. With the heat that seemed about to burst, Yeon-jun raised his chin. He buried his face even more strongly in the back of his hand.
“Ah. Hyung. Just a moment…”
“Baek Yeon-jun.”
“Haa, seriously…”
“Want to go out? Together.”
“…Please.”
“If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I can just call another ‘Anyone’.”
As soon as they entered the hotel room, they kissed. Eun-ha familiarly wrapped his arms around the neck of the man who leaned his upper body towards him as if he would collapse. He tilted his chin up at the urgent kiss. He opened his eyes slightly, responding to the man who was deeply swallowing his lips, and examined him. His eyes, unfocused and turned towards him, were completely dazed. Like someone trapped in a dream.
Unlike Eun-ha, whose intoxication had almost worn off on the way here, he seemed to have completely lost his mind from the moment he came outside and faced the cold wind. He pinned Eun-ha against the wall, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist, and covered the side of his face with his large hands, pressing his body against him as if overlapping, and Eun-ha could feel the thirst coming from him. The mingled breaths were all hot.
It was a deep but not rough kiss. That’s why it felt deeper and stickier. The heat rose with the caress that slowly rubbed and explored the mucous membranes. Eun-ha, who exhaled a breath, slightly pushed Yeon-jun’s shoulder away, as if he was being careful for some reason, as if he was deliberately adjusting the intensity to avoid increasing it beyond a certain level. He creased his brow slightly.
“Do you always kiss like this?”
His hazy eyes blinked a few times before changing to a vague color. He seemed to mean no. Eun-ha tilted his head.
“You don’t have to be gentle.”
“…Your lips are hurt.”
As he said that, he lightly pressed the injured area with the tip of his thumb. Eun-ha made a fleeting expression as if it was unfamiliar. He had never met anyone who cared about such a thing. Between people with clear purposes, it was enough to just resolve the purpose.
So Eun-ha had never expected such caution from them either. Rather, he took it for granted even when he met someone who got more excited by stirring up the wound.
In the midst of all this, he was somehow showing useless kindness… He thought with a bit of sarcasm, but the eyes he met crinkled softly.
“You’re dropping the honorifics now.”
“Don’t like it?”
“…I like it.”
“You use informal speech too.”
Eun-ha spoke informally to his sexual partners equally. It was common for him to just call them by their names or say “Hey, hey” even to people who were many years older than him. He found it ridiculous to be polite while showing everything, and it was also annoying.
Yeon-jun didn’t answer to the casual tone. Instead, he looked down at Eun-ha with a loosely lowered gaze before swallowing his lips again. The shadow he cast was heavy. There was also a moderate weight in the man’s body scent mixed with the scent of alcohol. As he stroked the broad back beyond the arm draped over his shoulder, Eun-ha thought indifferently. He had never thought about meeting a younger person… Well. Something like this sometimes might not be so bad.
He slid his arm down as it was and lightly scanned the man’s body. He brought his hand to the shirt buttons. As he undid a couple and caressed the bare shoulder between the shirt collars, a faint sigh leaked between their locked lips. The hand that had been holding his waist instinctively dug into his fly. His knee parted his legs, and the volume of his erection pressed down below. It was a clear desire.
Eun-ha felt somewhat indifferent as they took off each other’s clothes and headed to the bed. It was difficult to have meaningful emotions in a situation that had been repeated countless times. Moreover, he was with someone he had already spent the night with once, even if he didn’t remember.
While he was moving mechanically and diligently, his thoughts flowed to another direction like water. Was it because he had been with two people in the past two weeks? Naturally, a comparative feeling settled in. In particular, the second person he had met just a few days ago came to mind.
Was it Myung-hyun or Myung-jun? Anyway, their name had ‘Myung’ in it. He was someone he had met at a bar, and Eun-ha readily responded to the other person who had approached him, openly showing interest first. It was thanks to the fact that he looked average and the feeling wasn’t too bad when they talked for a while. It must have also been partly because his reason had become blurred from the alcohol. He thought it didn’t matter.
He was quite good at sex, but other than that, he wasn’t a very impressive person. There was nothing characteristic about him. That colorless and odorless quality that didn’t stand out in any way was rather simple and he liked it, so he had met him twice more afterwards.
In that sense… Yeon-jun could be said to be quite distinctive.
The look in Eun-ha’s eyes, which had been consistently indifferent, became subtle not long after he sat on top of him. They rolled around on the bed for a while before changing positions. It was because he was frustrated that the drunk man was acting so slowly and not making progress.
He didn’t like the man who was only rubbing his lips as if he was holding back, not cooperating with his inner desire to quickly get it over with and then pass out. He climbed on top of the man who was lying down with his upper body undressed, and as he was unbuckling his pants, he felt a heated gaze reaching him. The man, who was buried in the sheets as if he was drooping, was looking up at him hazily. Eun-ha carefully took in the scene. So this is the face he makes on the bed.
It was quite a sight to see. Eun-ha, who had casually appraised him while meeting his hazy eyes, put his hand inside his drawers. Yeon-jun let out a faint chuckle at the unreserved touch. He softly covered one of his reddened eyes with the back of his hand.
“So, Hyung… do you always have sex like this?”
“Like this?”
“Like you’re devouring people…”
Eun-ha denied it inwardly. That’s not true. He was rather annoyed by it. He could achieve what he wanted without doing that, so why bother.
He thought it was just a waste of energy and troublesome. It’s just that if he didn’t do this now, he felt like he would just rub his lips all night and waste the night…
Instead of explaining in detail, Eun-ha, who had been roughly faithful to the act, had to be silent for a moment when he took out the man’s thing. His mind, which had been consistently indifferent, vibrated meaningfully. He narrowed his eyes slightly as if doubting them, then glanced up at Yeon-jun’s face once, and then looked down again, and suddenly burst out laughing.