By Zephyria 
June.
After washing his face, Jae-gyeom looked into the mirror while wiping away the moisture.
His face looked bright. His skin was practically glowing.
Jae-gyeom could suddenly relate to the phrase “you look healthier,” which he had heard a few times in dramas. It felt fresh, but that was exactly how his face looked.
Lately, Jae-gyeom’s daily life had been like a quietly flowing river.
Every morning and evening, he did rehabilitation stretching, ate plenty, slept well, studied hard, and went for nightly walks. Compared to a month ago, his stamina had improved significantly, and he felt much better. Mesan’s words—that things would gradually stabilize as time passed—had been true.
The days he suffered from nosebleeds had decreased to a handful.
Meanwhile, Jae-gyeom and Yoon Tae-hee began having secret midnight trysts every two or three days.
There were times like this.
In the dead of night, while he was fast asleep, he would feel the presence of someone opening the door and entering. Then, at some point, the bed would tilt, and something soft would press against his forehead with a chu. This was followed by a tender hand stroking his hair; the owner of that hand would gently caress his locks while pressing lips all over his face.
The feeling of lips landing in sequence on his eyes, cheeks, and forehead felt wonderful.
By this point, his consciousness would awaken, though he remained in a hazy state. As the sleepiness slowly faded and Jae-gyeom realized the situation, he would blink his eyes open to find Yoon Tae-hee whispering softly with his lips pressed against his temple.
“It’s okay. It’s me.”
In his sleep-induced haze, Jae-gyeom would burrow into Yoon Tae-hee’s embrace. Yoon Tae-hee would lie down beside him and hold him close. The way he patted his shoulder and lower back, slowly stroking his body, was similar to a sleep aid. Just as he was about to fall back asleep, a hand would slowly slide inside the gap of his trousers. The hand would touch his groin. In his muddled mind, Jae-gyeom relied solely on sensation to feel pleasure.
“Ngh, ah…”
Jae-gyeom gasped, gripping the edges of the blanket tightly with whatever his hands could find.
First with the hand, then with the mouth; after ejaculating two or three times like that, all the strength would drain from his body, leaving him so languid that it was hard to move a single fingertip. While Jae-gyeom suffered through the afterglow of orgasm, Yoon Tae-hee would wipe his body clean and even tidy his clothes.
Then, Yoon Tae-hee would snuggle into the arms of Jae-gyeom, who was now limp and breathing softly, burying his nose in the crook of Jae-gyeom’s neck to deeply inhale his scent. Half-dozing, Jae-gyeom would hug him back and ask.
“What about you? Aren’t you… going to do it?”
“No.”
“Why…? I’ll do it for you too…”
At those words, Jae-gyeom felt Yoon Tae-hee’s lips, still pressed against his neck, curve into a smile.
“Next time.”
Answering quietly, Yoon Tae-hee hugged Jae-gyeom tightly and patted his shoulder until he fell asleep. This time, it truly was a sleep aid. Sleep washed over him again. Embraced by Yoon Tae-hee, Jae-gyeom fell into a deep slumber.
The next day, when he woke up and opened his eyes, Yoon Tae-hee, who had been lying beside him, was nowhere to be found. On the nights Yoon Tae-hee visited, Jae-gyeom would always wake up wondering, ‘Did I have an erotic dream?’ It felt so hazy and surreal that he had once asked Yoon Tae-hee outright.
“Hey, did you come to my room last night?”
“Yes.”
Ah, so it wasn’t a dream. No wonder…
Jae-gyeom scratched his forehead.
He felt somewhat embarrassed to be the sole recipient of Yoon Tae-hee’s service (?).
Yoon Tae-hee has kept coming to my room, so maybe I should go to his room tonight.
He’ll probably be surprised, right…?
With that thought, Jae-gyeom stayed awake until past midnight. He waited for everyone, including Yoon Tae-hee, to fall asleep. There was a moment where he almost succumbed to sleep, but fortunately, he won the battle against his desire for slumber. After confirming it was past 1 AM, Jae-gyeom headed straight for the second floor.
Walking on tiptoe, Jae-gyeom crept up the stairs and stood before Yoon Tae-hee’s door. Then, he opened the door carefully so as not to make a sound. Fearing he might wake Yoon Tae-hee, he slipped one foot into the room like a thief and quickly slid his whole body inside.
That was when he locked eyes with Yoon Tae-hee, who was lying face down on the bed, reading a book by the light of a lamp.
“…”
“…”
A moment of silence followed.
Jae-gyeom cursed inwardly. He had intended to mimic what Yoon Tae-hee did to him while he was asleep. But Yoon Tae-hee wasn’t sleeping; he was reading a book at this hour.
Yoon Tae-hee asked the thief who had broken into his room, “What’s going on?” Jae-gyeom fell into thought for a moment. The plan to sneak in like a midnight guest was already out the window, so he had to handle the situation somehow. After clearing his throat, Jae-gyeom spoke, trying his best to feign composure.
“I have some business.”
“What is it?”
Jae-gyeom scratched his forehead with his index finger and paused to choose his words.
“It’s nothing important…”
“Yeah.”
“Can I touch your thing too?”
The method Jae-gyeom chose was ‘boldly charging straight ahead.’
“…”
“…”
At the sudden bombshell, Yoon Tae-hee paused and asked back.
“…What?”
“You touch mine every time. But come to think of it, I’ve never even seen yours… I mean, I caught a glimpse at the gym last time… anyway, I’ve never seen it properly, nor have I touched it.”
Jae-gyeom continued hesitantly.
“I’m curious what it looks like, and I want to touch yours too.”
Silence fell again as their eyes met.
“…”
At some point, Yoon Tae-hee slid his glasses down the bridge of his nose and asked.
“Now?”
“Just, whenever you have time.”
“…”
Yoon Tae-hee was silent for a while.
Then, he suddenly dipped his head and smiled, biting his lip. “Why are you laughing?” When Jae-gyeom snapped, feeling unnecessarily embarrassed, Yoon Tae-hee closed the book he was reading and placed it on the nightstand. He then took off his glasses, set them on the book, and pushed himself up from his prone position.
“Sure. I get it.”
“Can I do it now? You’re not reading anymore?”
“How could I read after hearing that…”
Yoon Tae-hee sat back, leaning against the headboard. Then, he spoke quietly to Jae-gyeom.
“Want to come here?”
Relying on the light of the lamp, Jae-gyeom climbed onto the bed. He sat down next to Yoon Tae-hee. Sitting side by side and looking at each other, he felt strangely shy. The room was generally dark since the main lights were off, but the indirect lighting by the headboard made it glow softly, as if a candle had been lit.
Fidgeting with his fingers, Jae-gyeom lowered his gaze to Yoon Tae-hee’s crotch.
“…”
“…”
What do I do?
“…I’m, I’m doing it?”
Contrary to his bold words, Jae-gyeom spoke while feeling incredibly nervous.
“Go ahead.”
In a sudden impulse, Jae-gyeom reached out and plopped his hand right on top of Yoon Tae-hee’s trousers. He checked Yoon Tae-hee’s face, but there was no particular change in expression. So, this time, he tried kneading it through the fabric. Jae-gyeom looked up at Yoon Tae-hee’s face again. Then, Yoon Tae-hee let out a laugh.
“Are you going to keep staring at me like that?”
“I’ll do what I want.”
This time, he slid his hand inside the trousers. As he lightly kneaded over the underwear, he felt the penis throb and harden. Then, Yoon Tae-hee spoke in a voice laced with amusement.
“…No kiss, just straight to this?”
At those words, Jae-gyeom froze instinctively.
Ah, no wonder something felt missing… Come to think of it, Yoon Tae-hee always kissed him first, then softly touched his back or chest, before his hand naturally moved down.
Jae-gyeom stopped his hand for a moment. After hesitating, he climbed up to sit on Yoon Tae-hee’s thighs. Then, he grabbed Yoon Tae-hee’s cheek and planted a sudden kiss on his lips.
Hmm, is this how I start?
Jae-gyeom pressed his lips in sequence to Yoon Tae-hee’s lips, cheeks, and chin. Then, he kissed his ear with a chu, and at that moment, he felt Yoon Tae-hee’s member, pinned beneath his buttocks, twitch.
Jae-gyeom slightly adjusted his posture and stroked Yoon Tae-hee’s member, which he could feel through the underwear, moving his hand up and down. Yoon Tae-hee closed his eyes and let out a small sigh.
“Can I… take it out?”
Yoon Tae-hee nodded. Even with just a light touch, Yoon Tae-hee’s penis had already swollen firmly. Jae-gyeom pulled out Yoon Tae-hee’s member, which seemed ready to burst through the clothes, from the trousers.
“…”
Seeing Yoon Tae-hee’s penis with his own eyes, Jae-gyeom instinctively caught his breath. It was the first time in his life he had seen another man’s aroused member. He had known since he gripped it, but Yoon Tae-hee’s was much larger than expected.
The fully swollen shaft stood rigid with protruding veins, and it was so thick and large that it was difficult to circle it with his thumb and index finger. However, the shape was beautiful, and the glans was flushed a vivid crimson.
Fascinated, Jae-gyeom spoke without thinking.
“This is practically a horse dick.”
When such a pure observation escaped Jae-gyeom’s mouth, Yoon Tae-hee was silent for a moment.
“…”
Yoon Tae-hee lowered his head deeply and muttered like a sigh while rubbing his eyes.
“Ah, you really have no mood…”
“What does that mean?”
“It means the atmosphere is ruined and it’s kind of a turn-off.”
“It looks like a horse dick, so I called it a horse dick. What else should I call it?”
“I get it, so just do it.”
“Geez.”
Jae-gyeom glared for a moment, then lightly gripped Yoon Tae-hee’s member and moved his hand up and down once. Then, he looked up to check Yoon Tae-hee’s reaction. At a glance, Yoon Tae-hee looked as calm as before. However, looking closer, his ears were slightly red, indicating that he was also aroused.
“Does it hurt?”
“No…”
Then should I keep touching it for now?
“Tell me immediately if it hurts.”
Jae-gyeom lowered his gaze back to what he held in his hand.
Clearly, they were equipped with the same thing, but touching someone else’s felt incredibly awkward, embarrassing, and foreign. It was warm, soft, and incredibly hard.
Moving his hand awkwardly, Jae-gyeom focused on the act. He applied pressure to his grip and stroked the shaft up and down, and remembering what Yoon Tae-hee had done to him, he tried rubbing the glans with his thumb. Compared to Yoon Tae-hee’s touch, it was clumsy and awkward in the extreme. Yet, at some point, he saw transparent fluid beading at the tip of the glans.
Is it working?
It was the moment Jae-gyeom, moving his hand slowly up and down, looked up again to check Yoon Tae-hee’s face. Jae-gyeom felt his heart drop. Yoon Tae-hee, who had looked calm until a moment ago, now had a face flushed bright red, and the redness extended down to his neck. Moreover, as if enduring something, his eyes were tightly shut and his lips were pressed together.
“…”
Jae-gyeom instinctively stopped his hand and gazed at Yoon Tae-hee’s face as if possessed. The guy who always looked composed and never showed his feelings now had a completely disheveled face, unlike his usual calm self.
So that’s the face he makes when he’s aroused.
With my hand… just by me touching him for a little bit, he’s…
His heart, which had dropped, began to race erratically. He was merely touching Yoon Tae-hee’s member, and nothing was happening to him, yet he felt a tingling in his lower abdomen and a heat rising in his body.
Then, feeling the gaze, Yoon Tae-hee opened his eyes.
As their eyes met, one corner of Yoon Tae-hee’s eye twitched delicately, and Jae-gyeom felt the thing in his hand throb once. Yoon Tae-hee tilted his head and buried his forehead in the crook of Jae-gyeom’s neck.
“What do I do? I feel like I’m going to cum right now…”