By Zephyria While Song Hyun-soo ordered the canned peaches and put the dishes in the dishwasher, Monroe ventured out of the kitchen and into the living room. As if he had never been shy, he explored and roamed everywhere.
A small cat hopping around in a wide space overflowing with white sunlight. Just that alone made the somewhat desolate living room feel warmer. Knowing that Yoon Joo-ho wouldn’t complain even if Monroe scratched the expensive Italian imported furniture, Song Hyun-soo wasn’t worried about whatever the creature did.
When he came down from his room on the second floor with clothes and underwear to change into, Monroe was curled up on the long lounge chair by the window, dozing off. He must have been tired from his first outing in a while.
Afraid of waking him, he tiptoed into the Master Zone. Yoon Joo-ho, who was rinsing off soap suds inside the large shower stall in the bathroom, gestured for him to come in.
Is he really sick? Why is he so sexy?
After brushing his teeth at the sink, Song Hyun-soo shed his clothes and stepped into the shower stall. Yoon Joo-ho, standing with his muscles relaxed under the warm spray, was a beautiful sight.
His trained body was made of curves everywhere. The deltoids and clearly defined triceps falling from his shoulders to his arms. The perspective and latissimus dorsi muscles flowing along his back on either side of his spine. The curve that rose breathtakingly from his sharp waist towards his firm buttocks, leading to the biceps of his thighs. His tall physique looked both strong and elegant.
Yoon Joo-ho wiped the water from his face with both hands and pulled Song Hyun-soo, who was behind him, closer. As they stood with the spray hitting their necks at an angle, their lips met. Even with just a short kiss, his body immediately writhed with desire for his body. We did it so much yesterday, I couldn’t believe my body was reacting again.
Yoon Joo-ho took Song Hyun-soo’s lower lip between his own, pulling and releasing it gently. His eyes, looking up, were also deeply submerged in lust.
Instead of a shower towel, Yoon Joo-ho poured gel into his hand and began to lather Song Hyun-soo’s body.
“I’ll do it. Sunbae should go out and lie down quickly…”
“Monroe?”
“He’s napping on the living room chair after playing.”
Ignoring Song Hyun-soo’s suggestion, Yoon Joo-ho began to rub his body, starting from his neck to his shoulders, then his sides, chest, and abdomen.
“Ugh.”
At one point, his arm pulled Song Hyun-soo’s waist, bringing their stomachs together. Looking down with moist eyes, he rubbed Song Hyun-soo’s back while holding him close. It was unclear whether it was an extension of the shower or foreplay.
Song Hyun-soo, caught off guard, also held onto his waist. With residual soap suds, Yoon Joo-ho’s skin was slippery. The feeling of their genitals rubbing against each other below their bellies made Song Hyun-soo’s buttock muscles tense up.
“Hng. Hup…”
Yoon Joo-ho’s hand, after tracing down his back and circling his buttocks, dug into the groove between his cheeks. Song Hyun-soo exhaled a breath as if collapsing and buried his lips in Yoon Joo-ho’s shoulder. His hands, parting the firm flesh of his buttocks and shaking them, caressed his most private parts in a way that was undeniably lewd.
His fingertips, coming from behind and rubbing between his legs, began to toy with Song Hyun-soo’s testicles. His body instantly heated up. He tightly embraced Yoon Joo-ho’s body from the front, twisting his waist to rub penis against penis.
He’s sick, I shouldn’t be doing this. I should stop him.
Even as he thought that, it was difficult to let go of this sweet body, this dizzying pleasure that this body provided.
“I, I’ll do it!”
As if tearing off his own flesh, he pushed away from his waist and retreated backward.
Thump.
However, Yoon Joo-ho pushed Song Hyun-soo directly against the glass wall behind him.
“Agh, uh…”
And this time, he directly touched his genitals. As the large, suds-covered hand gripped and stroked his penis, Song Hyun-soo’s mind reeled. He rubbed his head against the glass wall and tightly gripped Yoon Joo-ho’s nape.
“Haa, hak. Hoo. Ha-eu.”
He parted his wet lips, gasping for breath as he looked down. Yoon Joo-ho lathered his own penis with foam, making it swell hard. Dripping pre-cum, their glans, twitching, rubbed against each other as if kissing. Song Hyun-soo couldn’t tear his eyes away from the unbelievably vivid scene.
“Heok, heok. Ha-eu. Heuk.”
His lower abdomen rapidly swelled and deflated with explosive arousal. Yoon Joo-ho was no different. Between their rubbing glans, thin pre-cum stretched out in long strands.
“Ah, no. Stop, please stop.”
“Why.”
“Hyung, it hurts… Why are you so horny when you’re sick?”
“I’m just lightly stroking myself in the shower.”
Yoon Joo-ho lowered his head and kissed Song Hyun-soo’s cheek and the bridge of his nose. Even knowing it was absurd logic, he couldn’t push away the man kissing him. He also had no will to push him away.
“Ugh.”
As if to push him into the glass wall, Yoon Joo-ho shoved Song Hyun-soo. Grasping both his wrists and pinning them above his head, he used his entire body to caress Song Hyun-soo’s naked form.
“Mmm, hmm.”
The pose, with his arms spread wide like he was being punished, exposing his armpits, fanned the flames of his arousal.
Because of their slick skin, even the slightest friction ignited intense arousal. The bulging, thick pectoral muscles, the prominent, hard, hot penis, the smooth pubic hair, the thick thighs with clearly defined quadriceps… everything about him, rubbing against his own body, felt meltingly good.
Yoon Joo-ho licked from Song Hyun-soo’s lower jaw up to his earlobe, along his jawline, and whispered in a broken voice.
“Your body feels good.”
As if their brains were linked, they had the same thought.
Yoon Joo-ho spread his legs in a vulgar posture and lowered his body. He intended to push his phallus between Song Hyun-soo’s legs.
The thick, swollen member throbbed between their thighs, rubbing against soft inner flesh as it moved in and out. The sound created by their wet skin and penises rubbing back and forth inevitably evoked thoughts of penetration, of intercourse. A raw, messy slickness, neither sweet nor romantic. The sound of flesh hitting flesh, of moisture being pounded.
“Heeu, heuk. Heup. Heut.”
Song Hyun-soo squeezed his thighs together as tightly as possible, trying to grip his member. Despairingly, that wasn’t enough. He couldn’t help the hollowness behind him, which kept clenching and unclenching on its own. He wanted to hold him inside his body. He wanted to connect his penis to the secret orifice of his body. He wanted to do that with him. He wanted to see Yoon Joo-ho’s face, panting with arousal as he moved in and out of his body.
Cupping Song Hyun-soo’s buttocks in both hands, squeezing and twisting them, Yoon Joo-ho muttered in a pained voice.
“If I go in now, it’ll slide right in, won’t it?”
“…Do you want to?”
“……”
“We did it yesterday, so it should still be soft.”
Yoon Joo-ho’s eyes, looking down, were half-lidded.
“Weren’t you not supposed to be horny when you’re sick?”
“I hate it more when you tease me like this.”
Song Hyun-soo flipped over, showing Yoon Joo-ho his back. Though not trained by an expert like Yoon Joo-ho, he was confident in his physique to some extent. He wasn’t frail. He pressed his forehead against the glass wall in front of him and spread his own buttocks with his hands.
“Ah…”
He felt a warm tongue touch his ear, and then a large glans was rubbed against the entrance of his anus. Just the anticipation of it entering made his heels lift. Yoon Joo-ho’s panting, like he was angry, filled his hearing.
“You’re spreading your ass and showing me everything? Do you like a man’s cock that much?”
He pressed Song Hyun-soo with his chest and roughly shoved his glans in. The tightly closed entrance reluctantly opened just enough for him to push in.
“I didn’t like it much. But, heut, a big one is good… Heuk. Heup!”
Yoon Joo-ho’s hand slid to his side, gripping Song Hyun-soo’s penis and beginning to caress it. His heated breath filled his ears, and kisses rained down on his jawline and cheeks. Another hand slipped between his legs, its fingertips persistently probing the edge of their joined area.
“Lick and suck me here. Like last night.”
“Ha-eu, heu! Heuk.”
Song Hyun-soo writhed at his lewd whispers. He was leaking so much pre-cum that his palm and Song Hyun-soo’s penis were slick.
His anus felt stretched to its limit, as if it would burst. Even halfway in, he began to move back and forth. His mercilessly thick and long cock retreated, leaving only the glans, then plunged deep with a single thrust, disappearing between his parted buttocks. Then, the glistening shaft would be pulled out again. The repetition of that lewd panting seemed vivid before his eyes.
“Heeu, heuk… Heup, ha.”
Song Hyun-soo’s saliva dripped from his lips as he rubbed his cheek against the tiled wall, not his forehead anymore. Slap, slap, slap. Splish. The sticky sound made by flesh meeting flesh, connected by orifice and penis, made the reality of having sex with him even more vivid.
Yoon Joo-ho’s sex was neither careful nor tender. But it was all the more addictive for it. Just as an addict seeks more stimulation, he eventually grew accustomed to his relentless thrusting that felt like it would destroy his insides, and his persistence that followed him no matter how much he tried to escape. He felt he could no longer be satisfied with gentle sex.
Thrusting upwards, he relentlessly shook Song Hyun-soo’s body, then scraped Song Hyun-soo’s glans in his hand against the glass wall.
“Ha-uk, ha! Ha-eu, eu-eung! Heut!”
His body trembled as if on fire, reaching its climax. As soon as he sprayed semen onto the humid glass wall, Yoon Joo-ho ejaculated almost simultaneously. He pulled out his penis immediately after climaxing. Drip, drip. Hot lumps of semen stretched long between Song Hyun-soo’s legs before falling.
“Ha-eu, heu… Heuk… Hoo…”
Yoon Joo-ho, standing close behind Song Hyun-soo, who trembled with his legs unable to move and gasped for breath, hugged him from behind and pulled him up. He had believed his claim of being sick. Perhaps it was a pretense.
“Are you really sick?”
Rubbing his still-erect penis against Song Hyun-soo’s buttocks, he nibbled on Song Hyun-soo’s earlobe.
“I have a headache, my throat is scratchy, and I have chills.”
He gave the same answer he had given when he woke up, then kissed him deeply as if none of that mattered. It was a kiss that felt like he was forcing himself, like he was dissecting the other person. He felt good inside, but as he accepted the slick mass pushing into his mouth, his mind went hazy again.