By Zephyria 
“Honestly… I was anxious too.”
Song Hyun-soo’s voice was hoarse, as if he hadn’t spoken for days.
“Anxious about what?”
“What if Senior just gave up on me like this.”
Yoon Joo-ho squeezed his hand firmly.
“How could that be? You changed everything. What would I do without you? Without you, I’m just a bad-tempered top actor. That’s too cliché.”
Yoon Joo-ho’s words, meant to comfort with a joke, allowed Song Hyun-soo to smile with tear-laden eyelashes. Clasping his hand in return, he nodded.
“Thank you. For telling me properly.”
“I should thank you. For not giving up and making me human.”
His eyes, looking up at Song Hyun-soo, were full of affection. Even before they started dating, he often looked at him like this. Eyes that seemed unable to bear how cute and lovable he was. Moreover, he couldn’t help but notice the affection in every playful gesture, like running a hand through his hair or pushing his forehead. That’s why he had been sure of his feelings even without words.
But still, words were important.
The power of words filled with sincerity, not glib lies, was immense.
“I thought wanting someone by my side was love. But you changed even that.”
A milky breath escaped Yoon Joo-ho’s lips as he rubbed his thumb against the back of Song Hyun-soo’s hand.
“I don’t want to keep you by my side. I want to be by yours.”
He pulled Yoon Joo-ho’s shoulders, who was kneeling, and embraced him. Yoon Joo-ho’s long arms wrapped around Song Hyun-soo’s back. Unlike usual, his face was lower than Song Hyun-soo’s. Yoon Joo-ho’s movements, burying his face into Song Hyun-soo’s neck and rubbing against him, were pathetic. Song Hyun-soo lowered his head and kissed his temple. Yoon Joo-ho’s lips, which had traveled up his neck, sought Song Hyun-soo’s lips.
Song Hyun-soo flinched back, glancing around.
“H-here?”
“There’s no one around. What, you don’t like it?”
As Yoon Joo-ho asked if he disliked it, Song Hyun-soo carefully scanned the surroundings behind him.
“Still, outside… we should be careful.”
Yoon Joo-ho’s expression was disappointed, but he didn’t argue. He stood up first, pulling Song Hyun-soo’s hand to help him up.
“Then help me clean up.”
“Alright.”
As Song Hyun-soo reached for a blanket, Yoon Joo-ho stepped closer and grabbed his arm, seeking confirmation.
“We can do it in the car, right?”
Looking at Yoon Joo-ho’s anxious face, which seemed to have no room for leisure, Song Hyun-soo nodded.
With nothing much to help with, Yoon Joo-ho quickly tidied the area. Then, this time, he pushed Song Hyun-soo all the way into the third row. It was connected as one long seat, and it seemed more convenient for sharing intimacy than the second-row VIP seats.
Yoon Joo-ho adjusted the interior temperature, then plopped down in the adjacent seat and looked at Song Hyun-soo.
“Are you cold?”
“Not really.”
“I did turn up the interior temperature. But the third row doesn’t have heated seats.”
Watching him place his hand on the seat floor to gauge the temperature, Song Hyun-soo shook his head.
“It’s fine. I’m not cold.”
Only then did Yoon Joo-ho smile with a relieved expression.
A moment of silence passed.
They sat side-by-side with enough space for a child to sit between them, listening only to the sound of the waves.
Not only Yoon Joo-ho but Song Hyun-soo himself was usually bold when it came to intimacy. Strangely, it wasn’t easy now. With Yoon Joo-ho acting so uncharacteristically shy, Song Hyun-soo felt embarrassed himself.
Yoon Joo-ho’s fidgeting hand slowly reached out and gently took Song Hyun-soo’s hand resting on his thigh. When Song Hyun-soo didn’t resist, their fingers intertwined, interlocking as if seeping into each other.
A laugh escaped Song Hyun-soo at the clumsy, almost overly cautious action.
“What, why are you laughing?”
“It’s nothing.”
“You laughed.”
“Because Senior is acting so innocently, it doesn’t suit you…”
“I’m not acting innocent, I’m nervous. Isn’t that cute?”
At Yoon Joo-ho’s rather serious voice, Song Hyun-soo stopped laughing and turned to him. Yoon Joo-ho was staring intently, his gaze almost desperate and earnest.
I’m going to kiss you? I’m going to kiss you for real now?
It was a look that seemed to give a clear warning before their first kiss. But this time, he couldn’t laugh. I’m getting nervous too.
He closed the space between them, sliding closer to the seat next to him. Sweat beaded between their clasped fingers. Hesitating, stopping and starting a couple of times, their lips finally met softly.
Like the kiss of inexperienced boys, it was a contact that merely touched. Yoon Joo-ho closed his eyelids obediently, and surprisingly, his lips and breath trembled.
He slightly parted his lips and opened his eyes, looking dazed as if dreaming. “Do you know how nervous I was?”
“Nervous?”
“I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to do this again.”
With his left hand, no longer clasped, he cupped Song Hyun-soo’s cheek. In the darkness, only his eyes shone as if holding stars. It might be a cliché, but to Song Hyun-soo, they truly did. At a distance so close their noses almost touched, he grinned.
“Of course, I was determined to find you again, no matter how long it took.”
“Were you that confident?”
“Idiot. It means I’d gladly invest a lifetime.”
He playfully bumped foreheads with Song Hyun-soo and kissed him again. He licked the surface of Song Hyun-soo’s lips, still carrying the chill of the night air, then turned his head to deepen the kiss more than before. The soft sensation of their flesh rubbing together sent a light shiver down Song Hyun-soo’s neck.
Yoon Joo-ho gently held Song Hyun-soo’s lower and upper lips alternately, softly nibbling with his lips before releasing them.
“Mmm…”
A groan escaped from the back of his throat, and his eyelids grew heavy. Clinging to Yoon Joo-ho, he tightened his grip on their clasped hands, and Yoon Joo-ho squeezed back.
Carefully, a tongue invaded.
The tip of the tongue tickled the mucous membrane behind the upper lip, tracing the teeth before sliding in.
“Ah…”
Opening his mouth to receive his tongue always reminded Song Hyun-soo of their past sexual encounters.
A kiss was clearly another version of sex.
An intimate act that led to a state of sexual arousal through the connection of wet mucous membranes, not exchanged with anyone else. If that wasn’t sex, what was it?
He pursed his lips, taking Yoon Joo-ho’s tongue filling his mouth.
Yoon Joo-ho’s taste.
Holding it in his mouth, he realized clearly. He had missed this taste and sensation greatly.
As their tongues met, any lingering faint awkwardness melted away like snow. They urgently touched, fumbled, and embraced each other.
Yoon Joo-ho’s left hand slipped under Song Hyun-soo’s jumper, pushing aside his clothes over his shoulder. While receiving his kiss, Song Hyun-soo cooperated in undressing.
“Hmm, hhh, mmm.”
His body tilted, pushed by Yoon Joo-ho’s weight and thrusting force. Song Hyun-soo slid onto the seat, almost lying down, with Yoon Joo-ho half-on top of him. Yoon Joo-ho bunched up Song Hyun-soo’s removed padding and placed it under his head like a pillow.
The kiss, with its light nibbles on various parts of his lips, the deep exploration of his mouth, and the tickling sweep along the inside of his cheeks, made Song Hyun-soo completely melt.
Slurp. After a deep kiss, he briefly parted his lips. Looking down at Song Hyun-soo’s lips, glistening with his own saliva, Yoon Joo-ho gave a short, relieved laugh.
“You still like it? Kissing me.”
Then he kissed Song Hyun-soo’s nose.
He brushed through Song Hyun-soo’s disheveled hair, breathing heavily, and kissed his forehead.
Yoon Joo-ho’s hand slipped under Song Hyun-soo’s thick hoody, which had been pushed up to expose his stomach.
“Ah.”
The touch of his bare hand on Song Hyun-soo’s skin made his waist jump. Biting his lower lip, he clung to Yoon Joo-ho’s neck, and the kiss began again.
Though the environment was hardly spacious for two adult men to be together, the limited conditions only made them more impatient.
To overcome the narrow space, they were stacked on top of each other, wriggling to press their bodies closer. Holding each other tightly without any gaps, they licked each other’s tongues with their tips, and twisted their tongues as if to tangle them.
He stroked Yoon Joo-ho’s neck, scratched the back of his neck and where his hair began, and fiddled with his earlobe.
“Ugh, hhh, mmm.”
In an instant, Yoon Joo-ho pulled Song Hyun-soo’s tongue into his own mouth and sucked it strongly, making the entire tongue throb. He would loosen his suction, gently licking the back of the tongue, but as soon as Song Hyun-soo tried to pull back, he would press hard again.
“Hhh, hck. Mmm… hht.”
A distant, sweet pain echoed from beyond his throat.
Reaching under Yoon Joo-ho’s knit, he ran his hands over the large and small muscles of his back and thick shoulders. Yoon Joo-ho cupped Song Hyun-soo’s chest broadly, twisted his nipples, and caressed his sides.
Each time Yoon Joo-ho thrust his hips as if penetrating, the desire for sex exploded in Song Hyun-soo’s mind. Song Hyun-soo trapped him between his legs and squeezed tightly.
He cupped Yoon Joo-ho’s cheeks with both hands and pulled away his face, which was frantically licking his tongue.
“Hh, Se, Senior.”
“Yeah.”
His short reply was also thick with deep sexual desire. As if unable to bear even the brief moment Song Hyun-soo’s tongue left his mouth, he showered kisses all around Song Hyun-soo’s lips.
“Touch me, down there.”
“……”
“I want to rub against your hand.”
Song Hyun-soo grabbed Yoon Joo-ho’s wrist, which was stroking his chest muscles, and pulled it down. He rubbed Yoon Joo-ho’s hand over the front of his already engorged trousers.
“Put your hand in and touch my cock.”
Yoon Joo-ho frowned deeply, licked his lips, and looked down at Song Hyun-soo, who was pleading, then clicked his tongue.
“I told you, didn’t I? It’s like a BB gun that kills people.”
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