#127

Tae-heun felt languid. A very pleasant languor. Tae-heun lit a cigarette, took a drag, and offered it to the Man. The Man, with a flushed face, brought the cigarette to his lips. He puffed, taking a shallow drag.

“It’s been a while since you’ve been on the bottom, huh?”

He almost asked if it was his first time, but changed his mind. Even if it was the Man’s first time being on the bottom, contrary to his expectations, asking that, knowing he had been with Kwon Yong-joon, would be deceiving the Man. Whether it was the Man’s first time or not, it didn’t matter to Tae-heun at all.

“Yes.”

The the man answered calmly.

Tae-heun took the cigarette from the Man’s lips. Then he stared at the Man. For someone so shy, he was surprisingly knowledgeable about sex and honest about his desires. Though clumsy, he was proactive. That’s what made the man more interesting.

“Why? Does it hurt?”

He asked, sucking on the cigarette until his cheeks hollowed. He blew the smoke away from the Man.

“That too, but it’s not just because of that.”

The the man answered slowly.

“Then?”

“It’s just that everyone expects me to be on top…”

The the man trailed off.

Tae-heun, who had been smoking in quick succession, choked on the Man’s answer and coughed. He also burst out laughing. The the man glared at Tae-heun with a sulky expression, then snatched the cigarette from Tae-heun’s fingers. He put it in his mouth.

“Cough, cough. Sorry. Hehe. It’s just so funny because I can imagine the situation.”

Tae-heun kept chuckling. As the coughing subsided, he turned to the man and opened his mouth. He pointed to the cigarette with his eyes, indicating ‘me too’. Then, this time, the man put the cigarette to Tae-heun’s lips as Tae-heun had done. Tae-heun deliberately licked the Man’s fingers first, then took a drag.

“Honestly, if it were me, I’d just get on my knees first. When else would I meet a Young man with a dick like Ki-beom’s in this country? Don’t you think?”

He chuckled again.

“I’ve been through that a lot too. Of course, there were more guys trying to fuck me because I’m so pretty. But once they see my dick, the situation changes completely. The guys who wanted to fuck me would beg me to fuck them. Just let me suck it once, just let me put it in once. Old or young, they were all so desperate, it was disgusting.”

Tae-heun frowned, then smiled brightly at the Man.

“Not that I find it disgusting because you’re gay.”

“I know.”

“Anyway, Ki-beom must have had a hard time.”

“Well…”

Tae-heun propped his head up with his left hand and lay sideways, facing the Man.

“So, did you like it when you tried it?”

Tae-heun asked.

“I mean, the first time.”

He added.

The the man smoked one cigarette after another without answering, then lay straight and exhaled the smoke. Only then did he turn his head towards Tae-heun.

“I don’t know. It just hurt back then.”

“And the next time?”

“It wasn’t particularly good then either.”

The the man frowned slightly, as if remembering that time.

Tae-heun reached out and rubbed the Man’s brow. When he said, ‘Cigarette,’ the man put the cigarette to Tae-heun’s lips again. This time, Tae-heun licked the Man’s fingers more sensually before smoking.

“The third time?”

He exhaled smoke towards the ceiling like the Man.

“That’s it.”

“You only did it twice?”

“Yes.”

And then, he looked at Tae-heun. His eyes said that the third time was with you.

“Why didn’t you do it with Yong-jun?”

He was honestly curious. He had been jealous of him, and he was still slightly jealous of their relationship, so he asked directly.

“He’s…”

The the man hesitated.

“He’s the one who gets on his knees.”

“Yes.”

Tae-heun smiled happily.

He turned around and knelt down playfully. Then the man said, ‘Stop it,’ feeling embarrassed.

“I did it for the first time when I was sixteen. How about you, Ki-beom?”

He propped his chin up with his left hand to look at the Man. The the man was still lying straight, looking at the ceiling, then looking at Tae-heun. He reached out and ruffled the Man’s hair. It had grown quite a bit longer than when they first met.

“Seventeen.”

The the man answered, then looked for the ashtray to flick the ash.

“Wait.”

Tae-heun waited and went near the side table to pick up the ashtray. As he approached the man as if swimming, the man smiled briefly. Tae-heun liked the Man’s smiling face so much that he pretended to take a picture, making a frame with his fingers. Click, click. He made the sound with his mouth. Then the man covered his face with his big hand and laughed.

“I should have bought a camera. Right?”

The the man didn’t answer and flicked the ash into the ashtray. He brought the cigarette, which had become shorter, to his mouth.

“Man? Woman?”

“Woman.”

“Oh, you said you weren’t into that from the start.”

“Yes.”

Even though he wasn’t into that, the man got involved with men. He not only topped but also bottomed. There must have been a reason why he had to. Tae-heun didn’t bother asking.

“Anyway, Ki-beom, you were surprisingly wild. Seventeen is a young age.”

Tae-heun smiled, recalling the time when he had his first experience, led by Uncle’s hand.

Who did the man go with? If he didn’t buy a woman but wanted to do it himself, who was his partner at the time? It suddenly occurred to him that maybe that person was the the child’s mother. He felt jealous for no reason. So he erased the thought of the the child’s mother. He decided to conclude that he had simply followed someone like himself and bought a woman for his own peace of mind.

“What about the bottom? Is it the same there?”

He asked casually. The the man seemed to take it that way too, answering lightly, ‘No. That was eighteen.’

“The last time?”

“Nineteen.”

The Man’s voice was so small that he wondered if he had fallen asleep. But the man was still awake, staring intently at the ceiling.

The two were silent for a moment. The sun was still shining brightly on them. Thanks to that, the Man’s brown skin still had a golden glow. It looked like it was coated in gold. Tae-heun admired the Man’s naked body with rapturous eyes.

“Are you disappointed that it’s not my first time?”

The the man asked quietly.

Disappointed that it’s not my first time? What kind of question is that, something you’d only hear in an eighties movie? Tae-heun laughed. He laughed not because the question was funny, but because it was such a manly question.

A man who is quite open-minded about sex but has conservative values. A father with patriarchal beliefs who lives alone but tells his the child that he must get married and start a family. The imbalance was amusing.

“Why do you think that?”

“Just… everyone says that.”

“How old are we to expect that?”

“Still.”

Tae-heun took the cigarette from the Man’s fingers and flicked the ash into the ashtray.

“If you’re going to be like that, Ki-beom should be disappointed in me too. I’m not a Young man either. Don’t you think?”

He took a long drag and then stubbed it out in the ashtray. Then he took out a new cigarette and put it in his mouth.

The Man, who had been watching Tae-heun quietly, raised his upper body to light it. He reached out and took the lighter from Tae-heun’s hand. Click, the flint struck, and the cigarette lit on the second try.

“I like it. Being Ki-beom’s third man.”

Tae-heun said this and winked at the Man.

“Me too.”

The the man agreed calmly.

“I don’t know how many times it is, though.”

He added mischievously, smiling.

Tae-heun liked the man for making such jokes, so he hugged him tightly. He grabbed the Man’s face and kissed him all over. Then he looked into the Man’s eyes and kissed him.

“I like you.”

The the man said.

“Not love?”

Tae-heun asked teasingly.

“I don’t know what that is.”

The the man answered honestly.

“I hesitate to say that because I don’t know. I’m afraid I’m saying something I shouldn’t.”

The the man added apologetically, looking sorry.

“I don’t really know what love is either. I’m just pretending to know.”

Tae-heun agreed lightly. He smiled at the Man, telling him not to be sorry, that he was the same as him.

Tae-heun had lived his life without knowing it either. The depth of the emotion of love or the meaning of the word. After meeting the Man, he felt like he vaguely understood, but he didn’t bring it up. He didn’t want to force it, since the man was hesitant and scared.

“So I like the word ‘like’ better.”

The the man whispered shyly.

“Okay. If Ki-beom likes it, I like it too.”

He bit the Man’s lips gently. Then the man playfully closed his lips and slightly pulled his head back. He smiled faintly at a distance where Tae-heun’s hand could reach.

Tae-heun was already impatient again. He put his thumb into the Man’s slightly closed mouth. The the man bit Tae-heun’s big, thick thumb without resistance. With his eyes fixed on Tae-heun, he sucked his thumb as if to show off. The the man sucked on his thumb until his cheeks hollowed. He made a sucking sound. Because he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast a long shadow. It covered his freckles.

Haa. Tae-heun sighed in satisfaction. He was only sucking on his thumb, but blood rushed to his dick. It felt like he was getting oral sex. His limp dick bloomed again. Tae-heun climbed on top of the Man. He grabbed his dick and the Man’s dick at the same time.

The the man was still sucking on his thumb, and Tae-heun moved his hand holding his dick in time with the speed. The Man’s mouth tightened as he sucked on his finger. The sucking sound became more and more lewd. Tae-heun’s hand also got faster and faster to match it.

* * *

Due to the long ejaculation, the man quickly fell asleep. Tae-heun hugged the man for a long time and patted him as if putting a the child to sleep. Tae-heun kissed the back of the Man’s hand. Then he turned his hand over and brought his lips to the sacred farmer’s palm.

The the man is not Yoon Ki-beom.

If what Yoon Ki-beom’s Uncle told him was true, the man Tae-heun had made love to a little while ago was another man using the name Yoon Ki-beom. A man who looked so much like Yoon Ki-beom that the townspeople were completely fooled.

Were they twins? No. If they were, there would be no need to pretend to be Yoon Ki-beom. Because they are family, they naturally have the right to occupy the house left to Yoon Ki-beom. So they probably weren’t twins.

Where and how did the man, who would have been the same age as the real Yoon Ki-beom, meet?

Tae-heun looked down at the Man’s sleeping face. He was sleeping soundly, but he couldn’t hide his exhaustion. He kissed his bruised and swollen eyelids, which were unsightly.

Whoever you are, I don’t care.

Because what I love is not Yoon Ki-beom, but you.

Tae-heun thought of someone who would know that the man was not Yoon Ki-beom. The face of the detective who had been particularly harsh to the Man. Oh Dae-ho, who had gone into the rooming house with the sign turned off last night.