By Zephyria 
“If there’s another movie you want to see, feel free to tell me anytime.”
Eden adjusted the volume, his eyes fixed on the screen. Ha-jin, whose gaze had drifted to the ridiculous DVD cover of Dumb and Dumber on the table, shook his head.
“No, I want to watch this. I was really curious since Jeong Tae-geon said it was his favorite movie.”
“It might not be Do Ha-jin’s style.”
“Even if it isn’t, I’ll respect your taste.”
“Hmm, I’m starting to feel a little pressured.”
Contrary to his words, a faint smile played on Eden’s lips. There was no greater joy in life, big or small, than sharing something you loved with someone you loved. Ha-jin, well aware of this, could easily foresee his future of watching Dumb and Dumber here every day it rained.
Soon, the movie began. Ha-jin sat cross-legged on the sofa, sipping wine. Thanks to the extraordinary quality of the speakers and the wide screen, it felt like being in a real movie theater.
The movie was about two best friends who grew up in the mountains and the episodes that unfolded as they moved to the city to find work. Ha-jin watched with bated breath as the two dimwitted men survived in the ruthless urban jungle, and then burst into absurd laughter at their brazen behavior of escaping crises with nonsensical wordplay.
To be honest, he never imagined he would laugh so freely at a 60s comedy movie. He had even been prepared to tease Eden for having such a taste, so he was inwardly flustered.
The movie was more enjoyable than he had imagined, and even offered a lingering resonance and emotion.
As he savored the astringent tannins that tightened his mouth, he realized he had emptied an entire bottle of wine. Ha-jin turned to Eden, his face flushed.
“We might actually have similar tastes.”
In the dark room, the light reflected from the screen cast deep shadows over their faces. Fine dust particles floated subtly in the air.
“That’s a relief. Are you enjoying it?”
Eden, who had been sitting sideways, turned his body completely towards Ha-jin and asked. Ha-jin placed the wine glass, its rim stained purple, on the table and nodded quickly.
“It’s more fun because you never know where the protagonists will bounce next.”
“It’s hard to take your eyes off them, isn’t it?”
Eden replied in a low voice, then raised his hand to stroke the back of Ha-jin’s neck. The warm skin, flushed with alcohol, felt like glutinous rice cake in his palm. He massaged his shoulders a few times as if giving a massage, then subtly removed his hand, considerate of Ha-jin, who had begun to focus on the movie again.
For the next hour and a half, Ha-jin laughed brightly and innocently. Instead of focusing on the movie, Eden stayed put, enjoying his lover’s reactions as a snack.
By the time the end credits rolled, the cheese-flavored popcorn snacks and the red wine scattered on the table were all gone. Ha-jin carefully wiped his hands with a pre-prepared wet towel, looking at the empty wine bottle with a regretful gaze.
‘Should I get more alcohol?’
It was the moment he got up from the sofa after a brief deliberation. Suddenly, he carelessly bumped his shin against the leg of the nearby table.
“Ah!”
The tingling sensation that traveled through his bone made his lower body falter involuntarily. Ha-jin’s body, swaying like a balloon doll at an event venue, tilted towards Eden, who was sitting down. He hurriedly tried to brace himself by putting strength in his waist to avoid falling, but it was no use.
“Ugh… sorry!”
In the end, he fell on top of him in an awkward position. Eden, who had caught Ha-jin’s waist to prevent him from falling, wore a bewildered expression.
“Are you drunk?”
“Ugh, it’s not because I’m drunk, it’s because I bumped into the table.”
“Let’s stop drinking here for today.”
Eden, who had chosen single malt whiskey instead of wine, exuded the dry, musty scent unique to Western liquor. Ha-jin stared down at him, who was telling him not to drink, and smiled sheepishly in embarrassment.
The bright and bouncy ending OST of the movie filled the bunker-like basement.
“I’ll just have one more glass.”
Eden, watching Ha-jin, who was smiling a little more than usual, reluctantly got up. He headed to the mini wine cellar in place of the fallen Ha-jin and turned his head to ask.
“Are you going to keep drinking red?”
“Yes, red instead of white.”
Ha-jin raised his upper body, which had been lying down, to receive the wine in his glass. However, Eden, who approached him, began to drink the wine straight from the bottle instead of handing it over.
Ha-jin opened his mouth like a fool at his utterly unexpected behavior.
“No, why are you drinking that expensive stuff like that….”
The wine Eden was holding now was a vintage wine that cost at least $800. There was the same package in the wine cellar in the main dining room, and Ha-jin still vividly remembered Jeffrey getting scolded by Eden for drooling over it when he came to visit a while ago.
Red wine flowed down Eden’s chin like blood.
Soon, he put the wine bottle down on the table and covered Ha-jin, who was lying down in an awkward position. Eden, who had trapped his lower body between his knees, smiled mischievously and tilted his head.
Moist lips met. When Ha-jin didn’t open his mouth in embarrassment, he grabbed his chin and forcibly opened it, letting the lukewarm wine flow in. Ha-jin briefly stopped breathing at the sweet and sour taste that filled his mouth.
Eden, who raised his head, roughly wiped the wine flowing down his chin and neck with the back of his hand and commanded.
“Swallow it.”
Only then did Ha-jin open his throat, which had been tightly closed, and gulp down the alcohol. He had been fine until he had emptied a bottle earlier, but he felt drunk quickly with just one sip from him.
Eden, who looked at Ha-jin, who was receiving and drinking as he gave, with a satisfied face, whispered seductively like a devil.
“Want to drink more?”
Ha-jin stared hazily at Eden, who was offering wine, and nodded. Once again, sweet wine passed between lips and lips. In the midst of panting breaths, all the clothes he was wearing fell under the sofa.
‘I’m going crazy.’
How did it end up flowing into this kind of atmosphere again? Ha-jin let out a humid sigh, recalling the sex he had been tormented with all night last night.
“Take one more drink.”
He felt like his body was floating in the air. Ha-jin, who usually doesn’t get drunk easily, had his vision blurring rapidly today. Wine that he hadn’t swallowed flowed down his chin and into his chest.
Eden licked the alcohol that flowed down Ha-jin’s body with his snake-like tongue. As he sucked up the wine pooled in his navel as if inhaling it, Ha-jin’s half-erect penis twitched. Perhaps because of the alcohol, he felt that his sensitivity was heightened more than usual.
Eden carefully swept down Ha-jin’s upper body with his snake-like tongue, and at the same time, reached out and opened the table drawer. Ha-jin burst into absurd laughter when he found a condom box and transparent gel in the drawer.
“When did you prepare this again?”
It was no surprise since he was the type of person who even kept supplies in the serving room….
“Focus.”
“Ah…!”
At that moment, Eden sucked on Ha-jin’s right nipple in one bite, bringing his scattered mind together in one place. Ha-jin shuddered at the gluttonous and explicit caress and reached out over Eden’s head.
Soft hair wrapped around his fingers. He stroked his hair as if praising him, but at the sensation of his nipple being chewed on, he unknowingly clenched his hair tightly. He could vividly picture his chest, which he couldn’t see, being embroidered with bite marks.
When he was with Mi-so, he seemed to be quite careful, but since she moved to the Separate residence, Eden had been unreserved in marking his body with hickeys and bite marks. When the area that had been sucked on last night was bitten again, the back of his head throbbed.
His penis was tingling with a painful pleasure. Ha-jin, who was worried that he might actually develop mammary glands from the continuous breast caresses, groaned and reflexively pushed Eden’s head away.
Eden raised his reddened lips.
“You always push me away when you get excited.”
He laughed briefly, straightened his disheveled hair, and straightened his bent waist. When he grabbed the hem of his top and threw off his clothes coolly, his broad and firm chest was revealed. Ha-jin, who was lying limply like melted ice cream, pulled down his pants.
The two people, who were completely naked, locked eyes in the air, panting with excitement.