By Zephyria 
“Gyu-oh, you…… open your eyes wide and go ventilate the room again.”
“Okaay.”
He could roughly guess what his eyes looked like. Min-ho, instinctively sensing danger, rolled over and lay on his back.
“Hurry up. My head hurts.”
“I got it, I got it.”
Licking his lips with full regret, he slowly walked out into the living room. He was concerned about his aroused lower half, but ventilation was more important right now. He had definitely left the door open the whole time he was washing, but it still felt like the entire house was filled with the smell of semen.
“Is there somewhere I missed wiping?”
Walking awkwardly because he was conscious of his lower half, he carefully inspected the living room floor, the sofa, the kitchen, the guest room, and the laundry room. These were spaces where he had poured out so much semen that the floor had been slippery.
Coming back to his senses, the living room was particularly a sight to behold. He didn’t know what the hell he had come, but there was enough liquid to form puddles on the floor. He had wiped and cleaned everything, but a sour smell still seemed to waft from somewhere.
“Is it this?”
The sheets piled up on one side, waiting for their turn, were absolutely drenched. It looked as if they had been pre-washed. He knelt in front of the washing machine, which had about one minute left, and cupped his cheeks.
“…….”
His face heated up involuntarily. Ha, he really killed it yesterday. It started off no different from usual, but he wondered where the fire had suddenly ignited. He traced back the hot and sticky hours step by step.
‘You… ugh, ngh, why aren’t you calling me Darling lately?’
As far as he remembered, he think he lost his reason a bit after hearing that.
‘Eat me up and then, th- ah…… throw me away?’
He also felt his reason completely vanish because of Hyung, who pounded his buttocks while snapping at him, asking if he was just wiping his mouth after getting what he wanted. He had several such moments, but he wondered where Hyung had gotten turned on.
“I’m curious……”
Well, even if he asked, he probably wouldn’t get an answer.
Had there ever been a moment in his life where he was this crazy for sex? Even searching through his memories, there was none. Truly, it was the first time in his life. To the point where he wouldn’t mind dying as long as he remained connected to Cha Min-ho. They rolled around on a cold floor naked, but far from being cold, he almost died from the heat.
Just then, the laundry finished with a short melody. He quickly moved the laundry to the dryer and stuffed the semen-drenched sheets into the empty space. Mixed with the fragrant scent, it didn’t seem too bad.
Humming a tune, he headed back to the bedroom. Although it had subsided a bit since earlier, his walk was still awkward because of his still-swollen lower half.
“Aren’t you cold? I put the sheets in the wash, so the smell should go away now.”
“Aren’t you the one who’s cold? Considering you’re completely naked.”
As he spoke, he pulled the messy blanket and draped it over Gyu-oh’s shoulders. Perhaps because Cha Min-ho had been holding it, a warm heat lingered. Liking that, he quickly crawled under the blanket.
“Wha- what are you doing.”
A flustered Min-ho tossed and turned, causing the blanket to slide halfway off, but Gyu-oh did not yield. Leaving his naked back exposed, he climbed on top of Min-ho’s body and inspected every corner.
The chest was particularly a mess. Perhaps because he had bitten and sucked one side too much, it was noticeably swollen, and the nipple had a hematoma as if blood had pooled. There were plenty of red finger marks and bite marks, as if he had gripped it too hard without controlling his strength. He gently brushed over it with his fingertips and then licked it viscously with his tongue.
“Ah……”
Min-ho let out a low groan and flinched, but he didn’t push him away or stop him. Thinking of it as applying medicine to the red, swollen skin, Gyu-oh carefully licked it upward.
Next were the thighs, where the red finger marks hadn’t faded. He gave light pecks, then licked viscously again. He kept his lips on the heavily bruised knees for an unusually long time.
He licked various parts of the body, as if overlaying his own marks on a body that smelled only of body wash. Then, he slightly spread Min-ho’s legs and looked underneath. It was red and swollen, perhaps due to friction heat, but there were no places where blood was visible.
“It’s definitely not torn. Does it hurt?”
He crawled back up and hugged Min-ho. His hands were busy pulling the blanket back over and wrapping Min-ho’s body meticulously.
“A little. Doesn’t it sting for you? If you poked it that much, there’s no way you’re fine too.”
“Hmm.”
Letting out a long breath, Gyu-oh slid his hand under the blanket. Then, he felt his own lower half, which was pressed tight against Min-ho. He couldn’t tell if it was being stimulated by the rough texture of the towel or if it stung because they had sex so much.
“I don’t know why, but it stings.”
“Crazy. What do you mean you don’t know.”
Though he spoke in a scolding tone, laughter was carried in his heavily raspy voice. How well a smile suited that indifferent face. Gyu-oh’s heart pounded with excitement.
“Ah, seriously, Cha Min-ho…… we really are a perfect match!”
Shouting in emotion, he pulled Min-ho into a sudden hug. The shoulders of the Hyung, who was obediently held in his arms, trembled slightly. In a tone that still held remnants of laughter, Min-ho added.
“I feel like I’m the one losing out here.”
“What? Whether by age or stamina, Director Cha isn’t the one losing in this deal.”
“A slut doesn’t harm others. But you? You go around raising everyone’s blood pressure.”
“Geez. Think whatever you want.”
Actually, it was true, so he couldn’t find any particular excuse. Instead of arguing, he planted a kiss on the forehead revealed between the messy hair. Then, he patted the firm lower back wrapped in the blanket. The man who had always lived by drawing a proper line with others was quietly accepting his touch. It was beyond strange; it was moving.
Gyu-oh, who was swallowing a scream inside with his eyes shut tight, suddenly bolted his upper body up. With both hands braced on either side of Min-ho’s shoulders, he leaned his head down awkwardly, and his shadow completely swallowed the other man.
“Hyung, just give me one peck.”
“…….”
He figured he wouldn’t, but just in case. He gazed at him with longing. Min-ho, blinking blankly, slowly pushed the blanket aside. Through the gap, he reached out an arm covered in hematomas and pulled Gyu-oh’s nape.
The warm body temperature touched Gyu-oh’s cheek, nose, and then lips in succession. It was a moment where Cha Min-ho’s unadorned affection was conveyed directly. It was also the sight Won Gyu-oh had always wanted to observe from a closer distance.
“You’re going to work.”
“Yeah, to the cathedral. But I don’t want to go.”
“Go.”
After giving him a sweet kiss just a moment ago, he coldly pushed Gyu-oh’s shoulder away again. Then, he quickly turned his back and covered himself up to the top of his head with the blanket. Perhaps because he had been touching that warmth, the air felt exceptionally chilly.
While Gyu-oh was grumbling internally, a muffled voice followed.
“……Send a photo when you get there. You looked sexy.”
“I knew you’d say that.”
He hugged the pile of blankets once more.
“Hyung, I’m serious. Listen carefully. No, should I write a blood oath before I start?”
“What nonsense are you going to say now.”
The voice was low and faint, but it sounded clear to Gyu-oh’s ears.
“Even if you say you’ll never have sex again, I’ll still love you.”
“…….”
“I just need your heart and your gaze. If I have that……”
If he had that, he would possess Cha Min-ho completely. Even if they never had a physical relationship again, it would be enough. Of course, there would be a hell of a lot of days where he’d have to release it alone while thinking of Cha Min-ho.
“Do you understand my sincerity now?”
“……Yeah, I understand well.”
Whether he was embarrassed or shy about the pouring sincerity, Min-ho never revealed his face from under the blanket. However, Gyu-oh was certain that the sincerity floating around the bed must have reached Cha Min-ho.
* * *
It was the first day back at work after a ten-day vacation. Perhaps because it had become a habit to be sitting in the office before the sun even rose, the congested commute felt awkward.
More awkward than that was Won Gyu-oh, who was sitting quietly in the passenger seat, heading to the company together. Even though it was a time when he would normally be fast asleep, he insisted on staying by his side, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
“It’s been a while.”
“Hello, Director.”
Two secretaries jumped up to welcome Min-ho. Perhaps because he saw them almost every day, it felt quite nice to face them after a while. They seemed to feel the same, as they unusually asked various questions and checked in on him. As compliments followed—saying his complexion had improved or that he looked more spirited—he felt somewhat awkward.
“I should take breaks more often, then. Let’s all take a break together once a month.”
He spoke with a mix of sincerity and jest, letting out a small laugh. The secretaries gave him a thumbs-up, agreeing. Usually, they only discussed work to avoid making him uncomfortable, but today the conversation was quite harmonious.
“Sowon-nim, you really went all out today, didn’t you?”
Gyu-oh, who had been standing with his weight on one leg and both hands shoved into his back pockets, suddenly chimed in. Naturally, everyone’s gaze shifted toward the secretary. In that moment, Gyu-oh lightly tapped the toe of Min-ho’s dress shoe with his sneaker. When Min-ho glanced over, Gyu-oh gave him a look, narrowing one eye with a dissatisfied expression.
What. As Min-ho silently mouthed the words, Gyu-oh responded just as silently, mouthing, ‘Smile?’
“I only washed my face before coming out today!”
When Sowon replied playfully, Gyu-oh finally took his eyes off Min-ho. Then, he put on the voice he used for public activities.
“As expected. When Sowon-nim makes up his mind, all of Woowon turns upside down, so please restrain yourself, okay?”
“Even if it turns upside down, well, I’m taken. It would’ve been better if you were quicker.”
Sowon and Gyu-oh giggled together. Looking at them, the two of them got along exceptionally well. Perhaps if Sowon hadn’t married, people might have misunderstood the relationship between them.
“…….”
Everyone except Min-ho laughed. That Won Gyu-oh—after saying all that to me, he’s laughing just fine. It was absurd. Min-ho, who had been awkwardly managing his expression amidst the harmonious atmosphere, quietly stepped back.
“Go ahead and talk. Let’s do our best today as well.”
“Yes, Director. I’ll bring you the schedule.”
“It’s still before working hours, so give it to me later.”
Slipping away from the conversation, he entered his office. It had been ten days, but the room was filled with warmth as if he had been there until yesterday. Perhaps it was because Gyu-oh had been working out of his office every day. In the past, no matter how crowded it was, the air had always been bleak.
“…….”
As Min-ho stood silently holding the doorknob and looking inside, a warm body temperature overlapped over the back of his hand.
“You’ve got the Monday blues since you’re back from a break, right? Now, Hyung, give up your office and just follow me around.”
It was Thursday; what Monday blues? Before he could respond, Gyu-oh placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed him forward, sticking close to his back. As soon as the lights were on and the office door closed, Gyu-oh hugged him as if clinging. A firm body pressed against his back without a gap, and for some reason, it felt reassuring.
“If you come to work every day for a week, that stuff disappears quickly. You should start clocking in regularly before you decide to put a desk in here too.”
“……Cha Min-ho is such a total old fogey.”
Since it wasn’t exactly wrong, he replied with a simple chuckle. Because a large frame was clinging to his back, their feet kept crossing with every step, but he didn’t push him away. Even when he felt a sneaker beneath his foot, he just stepped right over it.
“Ah!”
“You should’ve avoided it yourself.”
Well, it was absolutely, definitely not a revenge act because he was bothered by how Gyu-oh told him not to smile but then giggled and got along so well with Sowon. He just didn’t feel like going out of his way to avoid stepping on him. Whether Gyu-oh knew it or not, he continued to walk while hugging him firmly, even as his foot was being stepped on.
“Is Cha Min-ho’s personal color ‘the office’? Sitting here, you look a bit……”
He leaned back into the chair, which had grown cold from being empty all night. Strangely, it felt as comfortable as a bed; perhaps he really was an old fogey obsessed with work.
“A bit what. Old fogey? Middle-aged man?”
Since neither was wrong, he was ready to fire back. Gyu-oh bent his waist and leaned close to his ear. Then, he whispered with a hot breath.
“Hot.”
While Min-ho blinked blankly, Gyu-oh gave a peck to his ear and pulled away. Min-ho covered his heated ear with his palm and let out a long sigh.
Could the people in the company even imagine that they were doing things like this inside, separated by a single door? For some reason, he felt that his commute to work wouldn’t be easy from now on.