By Zephyria 
“Ah……”
A suppressed moan scattered softly. Watching the scene in a daze, Min-ho swallowed hard.
“…….”
Is he actually serious?
The guys he’d slept with in the past were over as soon as they slept once. Meaningless people who wouldn’t matter if he never saw them again. But Won Gyu-oh was different. Then again, it would be weird to keep seeing him after sleeping together.
While confusion continued to spiral, Gyu-oh’s cock continued to swell steadily. Contrary to his appearance, his beautifully straight genitals had veins protruding sharply. The process of his firm, muscular lower abdomen tightening and releasing to drive the arousal was overly vivid.
Against the stream of water pouring from the shower, Min-ho’s gaze slowly shifted. Eventually, he met the dark pupils staring at him while leaning his forehead against the wall.
“Haa, eu……”
Moans continuously escaped his parted lips. Flustered to the point of forgetting to breathe for a moment, Min-ho jumped up. His pants, with only the zipper undone, were soaked and refused to leave his body.
“Th-there’s a truckload of guys who say they can’t do it because it’s disgusting once it actually gets to the real thing.”
“…….”
“They say they want to throw up when they see something the same as theirs?”
The movement of rubbing the glans with his palm stopped abruptly. Straightening his body from the wall, Gyu-oh tilted his head. His face was overflowing with an excitement that didn’t suit him.
“Would you be any different?”
“…….”
“Wouldn’t we just end up awkwardly distant for nothing?”
Min-ho couldn’t even meet his eyes properly. He only hoped his trembling voice would be hidden by the sound of the falling water.
“A truckload, huh? How many did you let in?”
Breathless gasps were mixed between his words. Even then, his thick gaze remained stuck to Min-ho’s bare upper body, and his forearms, wrapped in threatening tattoos, moved busily up and down. The dark red pillar throbbed beyond the back of his hand.
“Are you crazy? That’s not what I meant.”
“Fuck, so even if it didn’t go to the ‘real thing,’ you’ve rolled around naked? With a truckload of them?”
“No, I mean, ha.”
They weren’t communicating. Whether it was because of the heat or a throbbing headache, breathing gradually became difficult. It felt as if his boiling breath filled his entire body. While he let out a hot sigh, Gyu-oh’s low voice pierced through.
“Stop talking nonsense…… Hyung, show me you taking off your pants.”
The sticky gaze clung like wet clothes and refused to let go. He had had countless amounts of sex in his life, but this was the first time he had been this nervous.
“……You crazy bastard. You’re really going to do it?”
“Of course. Now that it’s come to this, wouldn’t it be funny to back out?”
His voice was quite calm, despite the veins standing out in his neck. Min-ho gripped his pants with trembling hands. The type of people with no experience with men usually express discomfort first when they see a body with the same equipment. Even if he was interested in Won Gyu-oh’s body, it meant Gyu-oh might not be.
He barely managed to pull down the clinging pants. He took off his underwear at the same time and draped them over the edge of the tub. Then, ignoring the persistent gaze that looked as if it wanted to lick him up, he hurriedly wiped his body. Slick, slick. He heard the sound of the other guy shaking his lower half with a much faster and rougher touch than before, but he desperately ignored it. After roughly rinsing himself, he hurriedly stepped out of the tub.
“Ah. Heut……”
A heavily suppressed moan brushed past his ear, and simultaneously, the sound of something spilling mixed in. His steps, which were about to pass by while ignoring it, were halted. Splat. Semen splashed onto the top of his foot, having thrown off his socks as well.
“…….”
Did that bastard just cum because he saw me take off my pants?
He felt as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his face. If he didn’t leave now, he felt he might suffocate to death. Leaving behind the fishy scent brushing his nose, Min-ho ran quickly.
Because he hadn’t dried himself properly, his feet were slippery and his body grew chilly, but he didn’t care. He immediately flung open the refrigerator. Inside, liquor bottles stood lined up. He grabbed whatever his hand touched and poured it straight into his mouth. With the bottle neck in his mouth, he tightened and released his throat. Even as a pain spread, as if something hot and sharp was scratching through his throat, he didn’t stop.
“Hyung, are you crazy?”
Just as he had emptied about half the bottle without stopping, a hand suddenly reached out and snatched the bottle away. The liquor he spilled while spitting out the bottle drenched his mouth and chin. He immediately wiped his mouth with a large hand.
“Fuck, I’m getting drunk. I’m drunk.”
Despite having just swallowed it, he kept repeating that he was drunk. Then, Gyu-oh pulled his shoulder, making them stand facing each other. He, too, looked like a drowned rat, with a towel clumsily wrapped around his waist. Water droplets falling from the tips of his hair slid down his contoured body. Min-ho’s eyes briefly followed that path.
“Honestly, at first, I thought if I stepped forward, Hyung would be shocked and fix your habits.”
“…….”
“But not anymore. I can’t stand the thought of you doing that with other guys. I’d rather be the one to do it.”
“Crazy……”
Min-ho let out a subtle sigh and lowered his gaze.
“You asked what I could do, right?”
“…….”
“I can do everything Hyung needs.”
One side of Gyu-oh’s lower body, hidden by the thick towel, was already bulging. Did that bastard cum earlier and he’s like this again? Just how young is he to be this full of vigor?
“Won Gyu-oh, so, doing it with a man? It’s easy to say, but it’s different in reality.”
“It probably is. But I think it’ll work for Hyung.”
“…….”
“No, it will.”
The words he spat out as if making a vow were filled with conviction.
“Hey, I’m telling you, it’s different once you actually get on the bed.”
“……I didn’t think so.”
The guy, trailing off meaningfully, cast his gaze diagonally downward. He even rolled his eyes as if searching through his memories.
“What?”
He didn’t answer the question asking what that meant. He simply led him forcefully toward the bedroom.
It was Gyu-oh’s bedroom, a place he usually entered comfortably, but now everything felt different. The bedding, which was colorful yet calmly organized, the low nightstand with a drawer next to the bed, and even the uniquely shaped lamp placed upon it.
“Hyung needs sleep, and I’ve come to need Hyung right now. What’s such a problem?”
“Isn’t the problem that you don’t think it’s a problem?”
“Afraid it’ll get awkward? Do you think I’d let that happen?”
Gyu-oh pressed closely against his back relentlessly. His ragged breath tickled his ear. The pressure of a heavy weight pressing against his buttocks was not unfamiliar. The skin touching him intensely was much hotter than the temperature of the steam-filled bathroom. Perhaps… it was a similar temperature to his own.
“……You blockhead. Just don’t throw up while we’re doing it.”
Right, that had been weighing on his mind. The way the guy kept showing a strange interest in him, and caring more than necessary. He would show him clearly that shock therapy wasn’t something only Gyu-oh could use. He would make him realize that he should never be interested in men again. Even if the guy avoided him, he would make sure he couldn’t interfere in his private life and would never have curiosity about men again.
“Yeah.”
“Don’t regret it.”
He was pressed so closely that he couldn’t even turn his body. Turning only his head and lifting his gaze, he met eyes with a peculiar glint. The face with the corners of the mouth pushed up was filled with excitement.
“I won’t.”
Looking into those black pupils, he had the illusion that bright red flames were flickering. It was a look he was seeing for the first time in the ten years he’d known him. He didn’t know the guy could make eyes like that. The unfamiliarity brought a strange excitement.
“……Fuck.”
Muttering a small curse, Min-ho closed his eyes tight. Next, he pulled Gyu-oh’s body, which was pressed tight behind him, and pushed him onto the bed. The guy, who was pushed back obediently, supported himself with both arms stretched behind him. In that position, Min-ho had no choice but to see his body, even if he didn’t want to.
Won Gyu-oh’s body really is good. It was a fact he knew well enough to feel pride in it even though it wasn’t his own body. Admitting that in this situation made him feel somewhat guilty.
“I’m asking for the last time, really. You can just think of me as doing the slutty things I usually do. But you’re not like that.”
Gyu-oh said nothing. He simply scanned Min-ho’s naked body slowly from bottom to top. His gaze gradually deepened. The black pupils, where reason was slowly vanishing and only instinct remained, were unfamiliar to Min-ho. When the persistent gaze passed over his chest, Gyu-oh stuck out his tongue to moisten his dry lips.
“Can I touch your chest?”
And that was the kind of thing he said. Min-ho closed his eyes deeply and opened them.
“Hey, I’m talking to you.”
“That’s why I’m asking how long you’re going to keep repeating the same thing. Whether it’s regret or whatever, I’ll handle it all.”
Gyu-oh sat up in one motion and reached out with both arms. As his hands wrapped around his buttocks, goosebumps rose across his back. Was this excitement, or was it discomfort?
“…….”
Blocking the hand climbing up his waist, he turned around. Then he turned off the switch at the entrance. Darkness descended upon the room in an instant. The only light was the glow pouring through the open door. Since it wasn’t enough to obstruct his vision, the silhouette of Gyu-oh sitting on the bed was quite clear. That persistent gaze hadn’t left him once since he entered the bedroom.
Biting the inside of his cheek, Min-ho took a step forward. Then, boldly pushing Gyu-oh’s shoulder, he climbed on top of him. Although he was wearing a towel, the outline of the heavily swollen genitals was felt clearly.
Does it make sense to be doing this with Won Gyu-oh? Should I just run away now? In the end, wouldn’t he be the one regretting this relationship?
However, because the hands wrapping around his knees were quite warm, he somehow couldn’t pull his body away. As he stayed still while mounted, Gyu-oh’s hand slowly felt around his knees.
“Why are you shaking so much? It’s not your first time.”
His eyelids grew hot at the voice that was playful yet surprisingly tender. What should I do, Gyu-oh. A slut like me is ruining you. I’d have nothing to say even if you cursed me and cut ties, really. Even while reprimanding himself with self-loathing, his cock was cruelly swelling steadily.
“Fuck, how could I not shake?”
“Your mouth is getting rougher. Is it a habit?”
Fingertips completely devoid of strength tickled his thighs, climbing up from his knees. A tingling thrill remained where Gyu-oh’s body temperature had swept past.
After stroking the skin a few times, the hand dug into the inner thigh. As the thick back of the hand touched his already hardened cock, his entire body trembled slightly. Min-ho quickly grabbed Gyu-oh’s wrist.
“Wha-what are you doing?”
“I have to loosen you up.”
Min-ho paused at those words. Usually, guys who were new to men didn’t think about loosening them up. Since it was unexpected, he was lost for words again. He barely managed to let out a voice through his fluttering lips.
“……I already loosened up roughly.”
“What? When… ah.”
As if realizing something, Gyu-oh closed his eyes tight. The clenched lips, the protruding jaw muscle, and the veins standing out on his forehead. The anger, which couldn’t be hidden even in the dim darkness, was clearly conveyed.