By Zephyria 
Thwack, thwack.
The crotch rubbing against his penis felt like it was melting like butter. It was as if a firm, slippery arm came in and recklessly violated the space between his thighs.
“Heuk, heu, heut. Haa, heueung…”
While clawing at Yoon Joo-ho’s arm that was wrapped around his chest, Song Hyun-soo reached his climax.
Keueut.
In an instant, Yoon Joo-ho hugged Song Hyun-soo tightly, as if pushing him upwards. Making a beast-like sound as he groaned to endure the pain, Yoon Joo-ho also released his semen almost simultaneously.
Even while ejaculating, he didn’t stop his panting hip movements.
“Sto, stop… Sunbae, stop, I’m, I’m going… Heuk. Keut.”
Likewise, Song Hyun-soo’s penis, which was also ejaculating, fluttered and bounced around.
Opaque liquid was scattered haphazardly on the clear tempered glass.
Yoon Joo-ho, who was hugging Song Hyun-soo tightly with both arms, rubbed his lips against the earlobe that he had sucked on thoroughly.
“You know I can’t stop, yet you say that every time?”
Even after finishing, he didn’t pull away immediately. He put his hand inside Song Hyun-soo’s t-shirt to caress his chest and abdomen, and enjoyed the afterglow with deep kisses. He also caressed Song Hyun-soo’s groin, which was completely exhausted, and his intermittently twitching penis. He buried his own between the flesh of his buttocks and slowly rotated his waist.
Song Hyun-soo, who was responding to the kiss while holding Yoon Joo-ho’s cheeks, frowned and looked down.
“Sunbae, I’m… dripping on my legs. Tissue, tissue.”
Yoon Joo-ho hastily wiped the inside of Song Hyun-soo’s thighs with his palm. Song Hyun-soo’s knees trembled at the touch.
“Eueung…”
“How can you be so sensitive?”
“It’s right after I came. Who made me come twice?”
Yoon Joo-ho chuckled and shoved his penis haphazardly into his zipper. Then, he returned with a towel from the built-in dresser.
“Stand still. I’ll wipe you down.”
“I’ll do it, give it to me.”
“Listen to me.”
Song Hyun-soo stood in front of the desk, where his semen was splattered everywhere.
The touch of the towel wiping his thighs, groin, penis, buttocks, and perineum behind his testicles was meticulous.
Whenever he saw him taking care of his body meticulously with a serious face after sex, he felt a warm sensation around his chest. That silent face, taking care of a sturdy guy like him as if he were a delicate work of art.
Even the messy hair that had been torn apart by him was lovely.
Song Hyun-soo reached out and stroked his disheveled hair.
“Good boy, our Yoon Sunbae.”
“You want to be penetrated without a condom and gel?”
“Why are you getting excited at the word ‘good boy’? I really can’t figure out what your trigger point is.”
Yoon Joo-ho chuckled as he wiped between Song Hyun-soo’s butt cheeks, as if he found it funny himself. After slapping his cleanly wiped bare butt, he laid a new towel on the office chair.
“Sit down. I’ll bring you new underwear.”
“New?”
Yoon Joo-ho pointed between Song Hyun-soo’s calves. The black color of the briefs that had been pulled down and exposed the inside had become darker.
“It’s damp. You can’t wear that.”
Meanwhile, he was also wearing wet underwear, so he must feel uncomfortable. Even though he was picky about hygiene.
Yoon Joo-ho, who brought new underwear, took off Song Hyun-soo’s shoes, jeans, and briefs in order, and then put them back on in order.
“You don’t have to treat me like a patient after doing it now.”
Song Hyun-soo almost snatched the sneakers from Yoon Joo-ho, who was about to put his shoes on for him. Only then did Yoon Joo-ho straighten his back and stand up, entangling Song Hyun-soo’s hair between his fingers to roughly tidy it up.
“It’s not treating you like a patient, it’s treating you like a boyfriend.”
Then, he wiped the bodily fluids that had splattered on the desk and floor.
“Sunbae.”
Song Hyun-soo, who had finished putting on his shoes, called out to him as he was about to turn around with the towel.
When he grabbed and pulled on the crumpled tie, he obediently bent over this time as well.
Their lips met.
Yoon Joo-ho, who seemed startled by the surprise kiss, soon relaxed his lips. He could feel his lips curving softly.
Squeak. Supporting himself on the back of the chair behind Song Hyun-soo’s shoulders, he leaned his upper body even deeper, putting his weight on it.
Stickily, his sweet saliva pooled in his mouth.
The mucous membrane of his lower lip was gently rubbed.
A kiss with lips that had his name engraved on them.
Song Hyun-soo reached out and hugged his neck.
Behind their shadows, which were connected as one while sharing a kiss, the intense orange sunset was melting down the building.
*
Meow. Meow.
Monroe was being noisy on the kitchen floor.
Yoon Joo-ho, who was unpacking a delivery box on the island counter, glanced down. Raising its tail and wagging it gently, the creature was going back and forth between Yoon Joo-ho and Song Hyun-soo.
Yoon Joo-ho smiled lightly, as if he couldn’t help it.
“Okay, I got it. The box is yours. So stop pestering me, you rascal.”
“I knew the delivery was coming yesterday. I’ve been waiting since then.”
The two took out the package from the icebox inside the box. It was a cat snack meal kit that they had ordered to make for Monroe.
“Oh, the packaging is cute?”
“There should be a recipe on the back.”
While Yoon Joo-ho checked the recipe, Song Hyun-soo handed the emptied box to Monroe. After tapping it with its front paws and exploring it for a while, the creature judged that it was safe and soon hid its body inside. Then, it lay down in the not-so-wide box, rolling around and starting to leave its scent.
Song Hyun-soo captured Monroe’s appearance in a video.
“I understand people who upload pet videos and photos on SNS.”
In order to capture the creature’s appearance from various angles, Song Hyun-soo was passionate, even moving his position.
“Honestly, it’s too cute to just keep to ourselves.”
“My pet is a bit cute, isn’t it?”
Meeoow.
Only after zooming in on the face of Monroe, who was curled up in the box and tapping its tail, did Song Hyun-soo stop recording. Looking down at Monroe’s satisfied and triumphant expression, Song Hyun-soo approached Yoon Joo-ho from behind. Resting his chin on the edge of his shoulder and turning to look at his face, Song Hyun-soo burst out laughing.
“Why do you look so serious while looking at the meal kit recipe?”
“Me?”
“It’s like you’re looking at a report card that your son hid? The report card must be a mess.”
Yoon Joo-ho shook his shoulders and chuckled.
“Unfortunately, I don’t plan on having a son. Or a daughter, of course.”
“Why? Because of me? Because I’m here?”
“……”
It was a joke that he had thrown out, prepared to be told not to be silly. Unexpectedly, Yoon Joo-ho turned his head without saying a word and stared into Song Hyun-soo’s eyes for a moment. 3 seconds? 5 seconds? It was a short moment. But even in that instant, his eyes were able to convey many stories.
Yoon Joo-ho’s hand reached behind his shoulder and swept Song Hyun-soo’s hair back. A familiar touch that seemed rough at first glance but was affectionate. Something that Song Hyun-soo had liked from the beginning.
“Yeah, you’re enough trouble as it is.”
“Ah, why are you doing this? My hair… it’s going to be ruined.”
Even while grumbling as if he was annoyed, Song Hyun-soo couldn’t look him in the eye properly. The back of his neck became hot.
There’s no way I could have a son or daughter. Because you’re here, because I’ll continue to be with you. It was as if he had heard those words. Behind Yoon Joo-ho’s back, Song Hyun-soo’s lips twitched.
“What does it say? What should I do first?”
“Hmm, it says to mix this and this?”
Yoon Joo-ho explained, holding up individually packaged bags.
“We’ll need a bowl.”
Song Hyun-soo brought a mixing bowl. It was a large stainless steel bowl, big enough to make a salad.
“I don’t think we need one that big. But I guess it doesn’t matter.”
After washing their hands, they stood side by side and opened the ingredients, pouring them into the bowl.
“Just knead it until the dry powder disappears.”
“There’s a lot of moisture, so we should only mix in a little water.”
Not long after they started kneading, Monroe, who had been rolling around with the box, approached them. The creature cried out in a higher voice than before. Yoon Joo-ho looked down at the creature, which was rubbing its body against his calf and meowing. It was clear that it was crying to be held.
“It must be excited because it smells delicious?”
“I think it knows it’s for him?”
“It probably does, this rascal.”
“Look at it making such a desperate face.”
Song Hyun-soo chuckled and nudged Yoon Joo-ho’s elbow. The cat, who had tilted its head back as far as it could, looked at the two of them alternately with tearful eyes. Meoow, meoow.
“Monroe, do you want to see this too? Do you want to see?”
In the end, Song Hyun-soo picked up the creature as if draping it over his arm. The creature’s green eyes, which were exploring the counter where various ingredients were spread out, were full of curiosity.