By Zephyria 
“Ah, ngh, ung.”
The stimulation coming from above and below dyed his mind stark white. With the hand continuing to rub the glans that was pouring out semen, he couldn’t regain his senses. Strength left the hand that had become a mess of whitish fluid. He trembled, clutching only Gyu-oh’s half-pulled-down pants.
Gyu-oh, who had sucked the chest with enough force to hollow out his cheeks, lifted his head. One side of the chest, smeared with hot saliva, perceived even the brushing wind as stimulation.
“…Wow, you cum without warning?”
“Haah…”
“Cha Min-ho is really selfish.”
A large hand gripped the two touching genitals. As the hot, slippery lumps of flesh rubbed together, his lower back stiffened again.
Slap, slap. Since he was stroking two shafts, the friction sound was much heavier than before. Through the thin, touching skin, he could feel everything—the slippery texture, the path where semen dripped and slid, and the veins standing on end.
“Gyu, oh, Gyu-oh…”
Even uttering a single name wasn’t easy. It felt as if a lump of hot breath was blocking his throat. While he groaned and trembled, Gyu-oh continued to rub until the whitish semen spread all over the dark red genitals. He grew anxious at that leisurely touch. As Min-ho gently swayed his waist, the genitals trapped in Gyu-oh’s hand were pushed in an off-beat rhythm. Simultaneously, a moan burst from Gyu-oh’s mouth.
“Ngh, ah.”
“Let’s, take them off. It’s stifling.”
A voice, deep and rough, popped out. He felt ridiculous, like an immature child begging for sex, but honestly, he didn’t have the luxury to laugh right now. He haphazardly pulled down Gyu-oh’s half-worn underwear and pants. The leisure Gyu-oh had while handling Min-ho’s genitals was now completely gone.
“Mmm, you’re in a hurry, right? Hyung, I’m in a hurry too.”
“Ugh, hey. Hurry…”
Gyu-oh stepped off the sofa and instantly threw off his lower garments. Then, he pulled down Min-ho’s sagging clothes in one go. As he rolled his eyes laden with heat, he saw Gyu-oh’s genitals, smeared with whitish fluid, twitching once again.
He must be young. How long has it been since he came, and yet… while Min-ho was lost in thought, his legs were spread wide. It was Gyu-oh who pushed his thighs apart with a fairly strong grip.
“But we have to do what needs to be done.”
Damp fingers pushed in between the wide-open legs. Perhaps because they were soaked in semen—not knowing whose—the entry was smooth.
“Kgh, I’ll do it.”
“We’re going to do this boringly every day now; are you going to do it every time? If you run out of energy, I’m the only one who loses.”
He felt the sensation of semen being pushed aside by the fingers digging deep into his tightened lower half. He tried to consciously relax, but he didn’t know why he was so rigid. He wondered if it was he, and not Won Gyu-oh, who was shaking despite it not being the first time.
“I want to do it longer, with Cha Min-ho.”
Two more fingers poked in. As the fingertips rubbed and scratched the inner walls, his lower half involuntarily twitched. Gyu-oh gradually widened the hole that had clamped down on his fingers. He spread his fingers like scissors and shook them up and down, widening the path. The inside of his spread thighs convulsed.
“The inside keeps sticking; can I put more in?”
“Ngh, yes.”
A sound, whether an answer or a moan, squeezed out of his throat. Gyu-oh, licking his lower lip with his tongue, moved closer on his knees. Because his legs were spread wider than before, he had no choice but to hook one foot over the backrest. While he shifted his uncomfortable body due to the posture, one more finger was shoved in.
“Is it always this tight at first? Why was it soft back then?”
“W-when?”
Three fingers lined up together rotated inside, as if scanning the inner walls.
“The day Hyung got turned on looking at my photo and did it alone from behind.”
“…”
It was a day vivid in Min-ho’s memory as well. Until then, he had only struggled to push fingers in to loosen himself up. On that day, masturbating in the front simply didn’t resolve it.
When he closed his eyes tight, the image of Won Gyu-oh, dressed neatly in a way that didn’t suit his delinquent face, flickered, and he eventually had no choice but to put his hand in his hole. Of course, it wasn’t as satisfying as when he swallowed Won Gyu-oh’s cock.
Recalling that time, rather than feeling embarrassed, he only felt more excited. His lower half, now somewhat relaxed, repeatedly tightened and released Gyu-oh’s rough fingers.
“Put it in, now. I… really can’t stand it.”
“…I feel the same way.”
The guy, mumbling faintly, slowly withdrew his fingers. Every time he spread the whitish semen over the open entrance, his toes curled at the tickling sensation. As he writhed, Gyu-oh pressed down hard on his pelvis, stopping the movement. Then, stroking his firmly swollen genitals, he positioned himself between the spread legs.
“It’s a bit tight. Ngh, ah…”
The drenched glans smoothly dug into the bottom. The start was easy, but it wasn’t simple to take in the gradually thickening genitals all at once. He could feel the outline of the hot, hard shaft vividly in his filled lower half.
“Should I loosen it more?”
“No, ah, just… do it.”
Gyu-oh, moistening his parched lips, rested Min-ho’s leg on his thigh and stretched that foot outside the sofa. Now, even if he wanted to close his legs, he couldn’t. With one foot hooked on the sofa backrest and the other blocked by Gyu-oh’s leg, his lower half was wide open.
Leaning his upper body forward, Gyu-oh pushed his cock in with force. The lower area stretched tight, and a sense of foreignness filled him. The inner walls where the genitals forced their way in were pushed to the point of stinging, and a shallow mound seemed to protrude in his lower abdomen. Min-ho gripped the hem of his disheveled top and turned his head.
“Ngh, ah…”
A tingling sensation, as if a fist were being shoved in, hammered his lower abdomen. He could feel clearly enough to pinpoint exactly how far the erect object had reached.
In his dim vision, he caught sight of the low table where they usually sat and discussed work. Today, instead of documents, only the pants they had frantically thrown off were precariously draped over it.
“Crazy.”
In the office where he spent most of his day, he was taking the cock of the younger brother he’d spent thirty percent of his life with. The saying that life is unpredictable wasn’t wrong.
“Does it hurt?”
Thinking that the low curse he’d mumbled was due to pain, Gyu-oh’s movement stopped abruptly. The hard genitals were still clamped in the wide-open entrance. Pulling the tightly gripped fabric up to his chest and glancing down, Min-ho checked the protruding outline in his lower abdomen.
Based on the results of sleeping with Won Gyu-oh several times, the cock hadn’t even gone in halfway. It was only fully inserted when the heavy sensation reached just below the navel and the feeling that the bottom was about to tear arose.
“…No, it can come in more.”
With his head completely limp, he reached out. Then, he snatched the collar of Gyu-oh’s shirt and pulled him strongly.
“Ah, mmp.”
The insertion grew slightly deeper, and hot breath spread close by. Min-ho, staring silently at Gyu-oh’s temple where veins were prominent, stuck out his tongue. Immediately, a hot, wet piece of flesh wrapped around it and sucked. The wet genitals smoothly parted the inner walls, pushing the head even deeper.
“Ngh, eu…”
From the glans, thrust in without a single gap, to the base of the genitals, he crushed the inner walls relentlessly. Every point of contact felt as if it were burning up. As he swayed his hips leisurely, the inner walls and the glans touched and parted with a chook, chok sound, like a kiss. If one could see the process, they would likely see the sticky fluid stretching out in long strings.
The pillar, straight yet bumpy with protruding veins, rubbed against the entrance. It felt as if it were scraping the folds, and heat quickly pooled there. Because he couldn’t tighten his throat properly while letting out moans, saliva leaked from the corner of his mouth. Gyu-oh’s hot tongue licked right over it.
“Ah, it’s hot. It feels good.”
“Huu, eu… move a little, faster.”
With trembling hands, he wrapped his arms around Gyu-oh’s nape. The skin was hot, as if the heat had concentrated there, and he could feel the prominent veins. He felt as though the black ink embedded in the nape might melt away from the sheer heat.
“Huu, ah, Min-ho, Cha Min-ho…”
Every time the voice repeating his name struck his ears, his heart beat as if it would burst.
Had anyone ever called his name so plaintively while engaging in the act of giving each other their deepest parts? Most of the time, he hadn’t even known who he was mixing bodies with or what kind of life they had lived.
The fact that it was Won Gyu-oh who was throwing his entire life at him and transferring his body temperature was overwhelmingly emotional.
The sensation of the hips slowly pulling back and then carving through the inner walls to dig deep inside. A satisfaction he had never felt in the countless acts he had experienced before spread through him. It was a body temperature that soothed not only his body but also his unstable, drifting heart.
“You’re… caught by me now, ngh… what are you going to do, ah, ngh…”
“I always liked being caught and lived by Cha Min-ho anyway.”
Perhaps due to the excitement, hot lips touched his eyelids, which were gradually becoming wet. If they had remained only as close Hyungs, he would never have known the habit of acting incongruously tender every time they had sex.
There were likely more of Won Gyu-oh’s habits that he hadn’t realized despite their long time together. Now, he wanted to learn them one by one.
He stuck out his tongue and licked Gyu-oh’s nape. Every time the other man let out a moan that scraped his throat, a faint vibration seeped into the tip of his tongue. When he gripped the Adam’s apple with his lips and licked it, the speed of the hip thrusts increased.