By Zephyria “…”
At the sound of Yoon Joo-ho’s footsteps, Song Hyun-soo looked up. Unlike usual, he wasn’t wearing slippers; his feet were bare.
Instead of turning around, Song Hyun-soo watched his movements through the window in front of him.
A wet Yoon Joo-ho, with only a towel draped around his hips, was approaching. Song Hyun-soo dropped the notebook he was holding.
Yoon Joo-ho stopped right behind him and met Song Hyun-soo’s eyes through the glass window. Just like they had in the private room on the 81st floor.
He tilted his head slightly, bringing his lips close to Song Hyun-soo’s ear, and chuckled softly.
“Was that old guy better looking than me?”
He’s asking even though he knows. He’s confident.
Song Hyun-soo also let out a small laugh. As he laughed, he tried to turn his head away, but a long arm shot out from his right side, wrapping around Song Hyun-soo’s waist. Then, without hesitation, it pushed its way between the opening of his robe.
“Ugh.”
He ground his nose against Song Hyun-soo’s temple and pressed his lips against his ear, whispering in a low voice,
“Show me what you showed him.”
His voice, suppressed by lust, sounded like scraped metal.
“Hnnng…”
Song Hyun-soo’s breathing faltered. He frowned and hunched his shoulders. Yoon Joo-ho’s left hand had begun to lift the hem of his robe. With every inch his fingers grasped the fabric, Song Hyun-soo’s left thigh was revealed.
Above his left chest, Yoon Joo-ho’s right hand slowly twisted his muscles.
“Ha… Ah. Ha.”
A hot, wet, pointed tongue traced over his earlobe. Song Hyun-soo tightly gripped the back of Yoon Joo-ho’s hand as he kneaded his chest. His hearing felt like it was melting from Yoon Joo-ho’s breath caressing his eardrums. Fumbling, he reached behind him and grasped the towel covering Yoon Joo-ho’s thigh.
Yoon Joo-ho’s hand, which had pulled Song Hyun-soo’s robe up to mid-thigh, disappeared beneath it.
“Agh, ha. Haak.”
Song Hyun-soo exhaled a ragged breath at the warmth of the hand delving into his intimate area. He twisted the towel in his hand tighter.
Beneath the robe, Yoon Joo-ho gently cupped his penis.
“Haa, ha… Hoo.”
With a trembling, drawn-out breath, Song Hyun-soo involuntarily shook his head. He heard him chuckle softly by his ear. While his hand massaged Song Hyun-soo’s penis.
“You showed this to him? You let him touch it? Like this?”
The voice that lulled him to sleep every night like ASMR.
That voice was now whispering lewd talk in Song Hyun-soo’s ear.
Yoon Joo-ho could very easily put Song Hyun-soo in ‘that kind of mood’. He was already in the midst of ‘that kind of mood’.
As the hand stroking his penis moved, Song Hyun-soo’s breathing grew more rapid. Yoon Joo-ho, who had been licking his earlobe, lowered his head deeply. His tongue and lips moved up and down his neck, kissing, gnawing, and licking him intensely.
“Tell me. What did two hormone bombs in their teens do for fun?”
“I showed him… mine too. I touched him first.”
Song Hyun-soo let go of the towel he was gripping and fumbled for Yoon Joo-ho’s penis. His center was so hot that the damp towel had become lukewarm. That vivid warmth made Song Hyun-soo impatient.
“BB gun won’t cut it. You were really wild, weren’t you?”
He nodded without realizing it. Without even being aware of what he was agreeing to.
Yoon Joo-ho’s penis. Just the fact that he was touching it made his glans feel slightly wet.
When Song Hyun-soo properly grasped Yoon Joo-ho’s penis, his senses snapped into focus.
“Wh-what? Why is it like this?”
Yoon Joo-ho’s penis was impressively voluminous, fitting snugly in his hand. It seemed to be about half-erect, and the firmness was alarming. He wondered if he was touching something else. Song Hyun-soo turned his body to look down at it directly. Then, he fumbled all over it through the towel.
“My sex drive gets stronger when I drink.”
Yoon Joo-ho, who had been passively offering his lower half, replied calmly.
“No, no.”
Song Hyun-soo shook his head several times and ran a hand down his face.
“It’s impossible. I haven’t done anything yet. Senior, what are you, a teenager?”
Yoon Joo-ho tucked Song Hyun-soo’s wet hair behind his ear and smiled.
“It’s because you’re so sexy.”
“…”
“Is that what I should say?”
And then, in an instant, the smile vanished.
He almost fell for it. Song Hyun-soo took a step back and raised his arm to rub his mouth.
“…Uh, your face attack won’t work, you know?”
Seeing his smirk, Yoon Joo-ho didn’t seem to believe him. He had already swallowed dryly and hesitated before speaking.
“Don’t be scared. I have a conscience and a brain. I’m not going to try to shove this in suddenly, am I?”
“Then what… do we do?”
Yoon Joo-ho didn’t answer. Instead, he reached for Song Hyun-soo’s lips. At first, he stroked his cheek, then his thumb dug into the edge of his lips. He circled the inside of his cheek, and then his index, middle, and ring fingers slipped into his lips. As his fingers sensuously rubbed and pressed against his tongue, Song Hyun-soo’s eyelids gradually loosened. Then, he finally understood what this meant.
He grabbed Yoon Joo-ho’s arm with both hands and pulled his fingers out of his mouth.
“I’ve never put anything that big in my mouth! What’s the difference from you trying to penetrate me?”
As Song Hyun-soo recoiled in shock, Yoon Joo-ho pulled his wrist taut. Then, reaching out with his other hand, he pushed his thumb into Song Hyun-soo’s mouth again.
“Have you put anything else in here before?”
Yoon Joo-ho’s finger touched the delicate mucous membrane inside his cheek again. It felt like a sharp toothache. Song Hyun-soo pushed his hand out of his mouth and turned his head away.
“You want me to suck your dick right off the bat?”
Yoon Joo-ho released Song Hyun-soo’s clasped wrist. He walked towards the bed and roughly wiped the saliva on his hand on the towel.
“Why, do we need to set the mood?”
“…”
“It’s kind of funny for guys, isn’t it?”
He stopped by the bed, shrugged his shoulders towards Song Hyun-soo, and added,
“We’re not dating, after all.”
Song Hyun-soo clearly heard it. A thud, the sound of something heavy falling and shaking the ground.
He thought there was an earthquake. But the surroundings were quiet.
‘We’re not dating, after all.’
Even if he had slept with men, he had never thought of men as objects of romance or love. Song Hyun-soo was the same. But why did he feel like the ground beneath him was shaking at Yoon Joo-ho’s words? He was confused for a moment. What was this? What was it?
Meanwhile, Yoon Joo-ho got onto the bed. He rested his clasped hands behind his head, lay down, and watched Song Hyun-soo from under his lowered eyelids. Then, he provocatively stroked his penis over the towel. It was a silent invitation.
Song Hyun-soo ran his hands through his hair and walked to the bed.
“Alright. Alright, so… just dim the lights a bit.”
Yoon Joo-ho grinned slyly and reached for the remote.
“Dim the lights? That’s a cute thing to say.”
“…”
“Why, are you shy, Hyun-soo?”
His relaxed smirk irritated Song Hyun-soo. He was doubly irritated by himself for finding that face sexy.
As Yoon Joo-ho manipulated the controller, all the lights in the room simultaneously dimmed. The flickering candlelight became more pronounced, creating an atmosphere like that of lovers about to share their first night. Of course, the actual night he would spend with Yoon Joo-ho in this room would be less sweet than that of lovers and more spicy, like his tongue.
He stopped beside where Yoon Joo-ho lay.
With a determined expression, Song Hyun-soo reached for the knot of his robe’s belt.
“Stop treating me like a virgin. I might not be as experienced as you, senior, but I’ve played enough and know enough.”
Yoon Joo-ho’s eyes changed in an instant. He reached out, snatched Song Hyun-soo’s wrist, and in a voice devoid of playfulness, pressed down, he quickly muttered,
“Don’t take it off. Come up as you are.”
Then, he sensuously rubbed the area above his well-defined chest and patted it with his palm.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Sit here.”
“…”
“Backwards.”
“You want me to suck you?”
“That’s a sophisticated way of putting it. It’s also called oral sex.”
“You’re not exactly innocent yourself…”
Sigh. He let out a sigh of exasperation, but the level wasn’t something he couldn’t accept. Sleeping with men felt like an adventure for Song Hyun-soo, something to be experienced without hesitation. Since he never considered men as objects of romance or love, they were merely sex objects, which allowed him to be bold. He had never shied away from new attempts and experiments.
But why did he keep hitting a wall in front of Yoon Joo-ho? ‘I’m really not like this.’
Ah… Screw it, I don’t know.
He vigorously rubbed his wet hair and crawled onto the bed. He climbed onto Yoon Joo-ho’s chest, still in his robe. Backwards.
The fact that he was showing his back to Yoon Joo-ho tensed his entire body.
Yoon Joo-ho’s right hand slipped under his robe and stroked his thigh upwards. As if to relax him, he stroked up and down, then with his left hand, he slowly pressed down on Song Hyun-soo’s back.
Like diving into the sea, Song Hyun-soo took a deep breath and bent his waist. Naturally, his hips jutted out further back. He tried hard not to mind Yoon Joo-ho’s chin pressing against his buttocks. He had to deal with the dynamite presented before him first.
He only hooked his fingers and pulled slightly, but the towel came undone with surprising ease. His penis, slightly compressed within the towel, gently curved and stood erect.
‘Crazy. Even his dick is pretty, and it’s acting up like this.’