By Zephyria 
It had been raining steadily that day too, and Yoon Tae-hee and Jae-gyeom had fallen into a light sleep, legs entwined, in the warm inner room of the ochre house.
It was a peaceful time, before the contact came from Shin Ji-hye, who had gone into the sea to meet her mother. During the day, he had gone to the beach with Yoon Tae-hee to play with sandcastles and take photos together.
After that, he had gazed blankly at the sea, shoulder to shoulder with Yoon Tae-hee, and then, upon returning to the guesthouse…
‘Want to try kissing?’
For the first time while sober, he had kissed Yoon Tae-hee.
An outdated variety show was airing on the chunky, old television, the ochre house was warm on the floor thanks to the boiler, and the sound of crashing waves could be heard from outside.
‘N-now, you try.’
Yoon Tae-hee, who had been silently receiving Jae-gyeom’s kisses, slowly opened his eyes.
‘If you don’t want to, then don’t. I’m done now.’
At those words, Yoon Tae-hee sat up. Then, he abruptly went to the bathroom to wash his hands and returned to Jae-gyeom, who was sitting there blankly with a bewildered expression. Yoon Tae-hee slid his hands under Jae-gyeom’s armpits, lifted him up, and sat him on his own thighs.
The kissing began again.
‘Ugh, mm…’
Yoon Tae-hee kissed in a very dense and soft manner.
At first, he mumbled as if groping lip to lip, then he sucked gently, and then he extended his tongue to lick the lips; then, at some point, his tongue slid through the gap between the lips.
By this point, breathing became slightly labored. The flexibly invading tongue was warm and soft. As he slowly explored the inside of the mouth with his soft tongue and began to rub tongue against tongue, consciousness began to fade.
It was a slow, painstaking kiss.
When Yoon Tae-hee scraped the roof of the mouth with the tip of his tongue, a sudden jolt shot through the back of the neck, and strength left the body. It was a very strange feeling.
‘Hng…’
Eventually, Jae-gyeom couldn’t hold it back and let out a small moan. At that, Yoon Tae-hee slowly pulled his lips away and gazed quietly into Jae-gyeom’s face. In response, Jae-gyeom did not avoid his gaze and looked back at Yoon Tae-hee.
A brief silence followed.
The embarrassment lasted only a moment before Jae-gyeom stared at Yoon Tae-hee with a peculiar look.
‘…’
In the past, whenever they kissed, he had been too flustered to keep an eye on Yoon Tae-hee. Moreover, since they had always kissed in dark emergency exits or in the dead of night, Yoon Tae-hee’s state hadn’t been clearly visible. Perhaps because of that, he had thought that he was the only one being swept away without composure, while Yoon Tae-hee always remained composed and serene.
However, today he realized for the first time that wasn’t the case.
In Jae-gyeom’s eyes, while Yoon Tae-hee’s expression looked calm, as if he were trying to refine his desire, the area around his eyes was reddish. In particular, his ears were dyed a burning red, and perhaps because his skin was quite fair, the redness extended down to his neck.
‘…Your ears and neck are incredibly red.’
The words escaped Jae-gyeom’s lips unconsciously. Instead of answering, Yoon Tae-hee tilted his head and lightly bit Jae-gyeom’s ear with his lips.
‘Ah!’
Jae-gyeom’s body jumped.
The sensation of lips was felt as breath rushed into his highly sensitized ear. Goosebumps broke out all over his body. He felt the tension gather in his lower abdomen from that erotic sensation. Flustered, Jae-gyeom instinctively pushed Yoon Tae-hee’s shoulder away. Then, to avoid letting him notice that he was hard, he quickly pulled his legs up and twisted his body away.
‘T-that’s enough. S-stop it.’
Just then, Yoon Tae-hee hugged Jae-gyeom from behind and spoke.
‘Did you get hard because of me?’
Yoon Tae-hee seemed to have noticed the erection with supernatural precision. Jae-gyeom started to say something but then shut his mouth. Then, Yoon Tae-hee’s hand slid down and touched the waistband of Jae-gyeom’s pants.
‘W-w-what are you doing!’
Jae-gyeom leaped up and grabbed Yoon Tae-hee’s wrist firmly. Then, Yoon Tae-hee pressed his lips to Jae-gyeom’s ear and whispered.
‘I’ll do it with my hand.’
‘…W-what?’
‘That’s why I kissed you.’
Was that why he had suddenly gone to wash his hands?
‘…’
Jae-gyeom hesitated while holding Yoon Tae-hee’s wrist. No matter how he looked at it, this was an act on a completely different level from kissing. They were both men, and he couldn’t even imagine someone else touching him there.
Then, Yoon Tae-hee whispered lowly in his ear.
‘We already did it once yesterday anyway, so is it okay?’
‘…’
At those words, his psychological resistance crumbled in an instant.
‘Hey… you said we only kissed. Then why…’
‘I did it somewhere other than the lips.’
That was right. He didn’t remember well because he had been drunk, but something similar had happened yesterday. The saying that the first time is the hardest but the second is easy was meant for times like this. Especially since yesterday, it wasn’t a hand, but a mouth.
‘…’
Jae-gyeom couldn’t bring himself to answer and only lowered his head. He didn’t nod, nor did he say anything, but Yoon Tae-hee, who managed to perceive the sign of permission, kissed Jae-gyeom’s neck.
As Yoon Tae-hee’s fingers pushed past the waistband and slowly crawled inside, Jae-gyeom’s shoulders flinched. Because his ears had been caressed by Yoon Tae-hee, Jae-gyeom’s front was already bulging.
‘Ngh…’
Yoon Tae-hee slowly stroked over the underwear with his hand. Then, feeling the stimulation through the fabric, the organ grew and began to throb with strength. It was when Jae-gyeom’s member had become completely rigid.
Yoon Tae-hee pulled down Jae-gyeom’s pants and underwear all at once, pulling Jae-gyeom’s member completely out of the clothes. At this, Jae-gyeom felt his face flush with shame.
‘W-wait a second…’
Ignoring Jae-gyeom’s attempt to stop him, Yoon Tae-hee gripped Jae-gyeom’s member in his hand and began to stroke it up and down. Jae-gyeom gasped. Unable to do anything, he struggled and swallowed his moans.
‘Haa, ngh…’
The more Yoon Tae-hee’s hand moved, the more a wet, lewd sound echoed from his grip. Every time the thumb pressed and rubbed the sensitive glans, Jae-gyeom bit his lip to hold back the bursting moans.
It was merely being touched up and down, but it was so excessively stimulating that it was hard to keep his senses. His toes curled, and he kept letting out whimpering sounds. Jae-gyeom felt unfamiliar with this version of himself.
Then, Yoon Tae-hee murmured lowly.
‘It’s slightly curved.’
Jae-gyeom, with his head hanging low and panting, asked.
‘A-aren’t you… like that too…?’
‘I’m similar.’
The conversation paused for a moment, and Yoon Tae-hee, who had been moving his hand up and down with a slapping sound, pressed his lips to Jae-gyeom’s ear with a peck and whispered.
‘Don’t you do it alone?’
‘I don’t…’
‘Then how do you resolve it?’
‘…’
‘Do you have wet dreams?’
‘W-why are you asking that. B-be quiet.’
Yoon Tae-hee laughed silently. The reason Jae-gyeom noticed was that Yoon Tae-hee had his lips pressed against the nape of his neck. Jae-gyeom felt Yoon Tae-hee’s lips curve against his skin.
The feeling of ejaculation gradually surged.
‘Hng…’
Between the shame of entrusting his private parts to another and the thrilling pleasure, Jae-gyeom moaned, his shoulders trembling. As he panted frantically, Yoon Tae-hee rubbed his forehead against Jae-gyeom’s shoulder and murmured.
‘I want to suck it…’
Jae-gyeom was startled by those words.
‘…What?’
As Jae-gyeom flinched, Yoon Tae-hee asked.
‘Can I suck it with my mouth?’
Jae-gyeom recoiled in horror, shrinking his neck.
‘A-are you crazy? Absolutely not.’
‘Why? I did it with my mouth yesterday.’
‘S-shut up. I don’t remember, so… a-anyway, nothing with the mouth.’
‘Alright.’
At Jae-gyeom’s protest, Yoon Tae-hee stepped back obediently.
Within Yoon Tae-hee’s grip as he stroked his member up and down, Jae-gyeom saw something sticky beginning to cling. Jae-gyeom’s back began to curl. Ejaculation was imminent.
‘Ah… ngh, hng…’
Yoon Tae-hee asked in a low voice.
‘Do you feel like you’re going to come?’
‘Ngh, mm…’
‘Because I’m touching you?’
Yoon Tae-hee laughed quietly with his nose buried in the nape of Jae-gyeom’s neck. By now, the nape was damp with sweat, making the scent of skin even deeper. Yoon Tae-hee closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and spoke.
Then, from now on, you’ll think of me every time you come…
At that moment, along with the ejaculation, Jae-gyeom gasped.
Simultaneously, his eyes snapped open.
The inside of the blanket felt somehow damp. At the ominous and chilly sensation, Jae-gyeom fumbled inside the blanket with his hand.
“….”
Bolting upright, Jae-gyeom clutched his face.
“Ah, fuck…!”
Jae-gyeom had had a wet dream for the first time in a very long while.
The material for the wet dream was, naturally, Yoon Tae-hee.