By Zephyria 
Beneath the palms gripping the cheeks, the movement of tongues rubbing together was faintly felt. Everything from the jaw opening to the gripping of the lips. His breath and body temperature lingered inside Cha Min-ho’s mouth.
Around this time last year—no, even when they shared the secret—he hadn’t expected the relationship to change like this. Especially since he had always been stingy with his emotions toward others. Though he had given a lot of space in his heart, he had never thought of betting his life on Cha Min-ho. But as always, life does not flow only in the direction one desires.
“Ugh, nnh.”
He snapped his eyes open at the sound of a faint moan. He must have been excited without realizing it, as he was pushing Min-ho back. Min-ho, whose upper body was awkwardly tilted backward, frowned. This would put pressure on his side. He slowly peeled his lips away from the wet, interlocking contact. Tangled saliva stretched damply between them.
“…….”
Thump, thump. He couldn’t tell whose heart was beating so fast. From a distance close enough for their breaths to touch, Min-ho slowly raised his gaze.
“Since we did the seal or whatever, can I go back to worrying now?”
“…….”
Hearing that slightly husky voice, Gyu-oh felt like he might cry. Keeping his mouth shut, Gyu-oh gave a short nod. Then, Min-ho reached out and toyed with his forehead.
“The scar from last time barely healed.”
After groping around the still red and aching area of the forehead, he then took Gyu-oh’s hand to examine it. Perhaps because of his habit of meticulously applying hand cream, a soft texture wrapped around him. Everywhere their gaze met seemed to burn hot.
Ah, this is the feeling. The feeling of receiving all of Cha Min-ho’s worry and monopolizing his gaze. This was something only he had known for the past ten years. He had wanted to keep it to himself forever. Perhaps it was a greed he had barely suppressed for nearly a decade under the guise of friendship.
“This isn’t from yesterday.”
I thought he was only busy scolding me, but it seems he remembers every single one of my wounds? He even noticed a scratch that just happened.
“Mm-hmm, that’s right.”
Perhaps because he was too moved, the end of his sentence trembled slightly. A meticulous touch lingered on the back of his hand. It was just a slight scratch, perhaps from a fragment flying while he was smashing Son Pro’s things, but Min-ho was looking at it quite seriously.
“Just… be careful with your body for a month. That’s my condition.”
The condition he set was entirely about worrying for Gyu-oh. A hot heat rose in his chest, as if boiling water had been poured in.
“Yes, yes. If there’s anything else you want to add, tell me now. I’ll listen.”
The highly excited Gyu-oh reached out. He pulled Min-ho’s shoulder and pressed their cheeks together. Their crushed cheeks rubbed together thickly. Perhaps out of embarrassment, the skin’s body temperature was quite high.
“……I’ll think about it.”
As Min-ho muttered, a faint vibration was transmitted directly to Gyu-oh. That small resonance enveloped his entire body.
See? Hyung was also waiting for the day the line between us would be erased. Cha Min-ho must have also failed to realize his own feelings while hiding behind the facade of being a good Hyung and younger brother. Just like Won Gyu-oh.
* * *
“Crazy. Why aren’t there any more conditions?”
“That was the end of it.”
Gyu-oh’s touch as he pulled him was rough. A flustered Min-ho tried to lie flat, but it was useless. He was fundamentally outmatched in strength, and since his injured side bothered him, it was difficult to struggle recklessly.
“Ah! What, everything is just however he wants……”
Even then, Gyu-oh slid his hands under Min-ho’s lower back and knees to lift him, ensuring no strain was put on the injured area. He wanted to scream because it was embarrassing to be held like this, but fearing a nurse might come if he made a loud noise, his words scattered weakly.
“My heart is your heart. Don’t forget.”
Whispering that, Gyu-oh began planting lip-seals on his forehead. Chu, chu, chu. The lips touching him incessantly were tiring, but there was no way to stop it. And knowing Won Gyu-oh’s nature, rejecting him would only make him burn more.
The place they arrived at after a brisk walk was the bathroom attached to the hospital room.
“No, seriously, why the fuck is your cock hard all the time? We barely did anything……”
After deciding on the one-month grace period, many things changed. Won Gyu-oh did not hide his overflowing interest and affection. While he claimed he didn’t love him to death, his actions were entirely different. If this was ‘not liking him that much,’ he couldn’t even imagine how chaotic it would be when he actually liked him.
I wonder if he acted like this with his lovers too. Gyu-oh hadn’t had many girlfriends, but he tended to date for a fair amount of time. Most of those ended with Gyu-oh being dumped, though.
“Put your foot up.”
Gyu-oh, who was about to set him down in the furthest corner of the bathroom, paused. After confirming Min-ho was barefoot, he urged him to put his foot on his own slipper. Because he had been dragged straight from the bed, he wasn’t wearing socks. Estimating how cold the tiles would be, Min-ho didn’t hesitate and placed his foot on the top of Gyu-oh’s.
“Hyung, when on earth are you getting discharged?”
As soon as they stood facing each other in the corner, a hand followed, fiddling with his waist. It seemed somewhat frantic, carried by excitement.
“Looking at your state right now, I think it’s better if I don’t.”
He clings to him like this even in a hospital where anyone could barge in at any time. How determined would he be when staying at home or in the office? His head throbbed in a different sense.
“Whyyy. Maybe Hyung finds it more thrilling to do this here?”
The gesture of sliding up the top of the patient gown was quite subtle. Calloused palms gently stroked his stomach and waist. A thrill followed wherever the thick touch passed.
“As if…… ah.”
They weren’t a pair with absolutely no skinship to begin with, but it was rare for them to touch while lifting clothes. Perhaps that’s why the touch groping his body felt unfamiliar, and that soon turned into a strange tension. The sight of him looking down, biting his lip, and suppressing his excitement was also novel, but he was gradually becoming accustomed to it.
“I’m glad I set a condition.”
The low mutter tickled his skin.
The condition Gyu-oh set was nothing special: if either of them got horny, the other had to accommodate. When he first heard it, he wondered if Gyu-oh had set such a condition because he thought Min-ho acted like a slut, but as it turned out, the one whose cock was hard and charging in at all hours was Won Gyu-oh.
“If I’d known it would be like this…… ah. I would have ignored it. Ngh……”
The large hand finally dove into his waist. Hot body temperature was transmitted through the underwear, followed by the stimulation of subtle scratching. His toes instinctively curled inward. He thought he had experienced enough in his life, but in front of Won Gyu-oh, every touch and every spark of excitement felt unfamiliar.
“I didn’t know either.”
While getting aroused by the touch stimulating his genitals, he suddenly felt afraid. If this relationship started solely driven by instinct. If they grew distant after becoming accustomed to it. He didn’t want to lose Won Gyu-oh like that.
“Ah, wait……”
Perhaps because he hadn’t completely let down his guard, he instinctively defended himself. He awkwardly pulled his waist back and tilted his upper body. Then Gyu-oh forced his upper body upright, tilted his head, and pressed his lips to his forehead.
“Why? You hate it?”
Because his lips were pressed against him, the pronunciation was muffled, but Min-ho knew exactly what he was saying. When he turned his head to the other side to shake it, Gyu-oh followed instantly. Min-ho stopped moving and parted his lips. His words were very slow, fearing a moan might escape.
“It’s not that I hate it… isn’t it just strange? Us… doing this.”
“It’s fine. We suit each other perfectly.”
Gyu-oh gave a small laugh and finally pushed his hand inside the underwear. As the touch, which wasn’t entirely smooth, wrapped around his genitals, the thoughts wandering through his mind faintly scattered.
“It’s hot.”
Gyu-oh muttered as he pulled out the genitals hidden beneath the underwear. To the point of embarrassment for the hesitation, the cock was fully swollen. Gripping the throbbing shaft, he slowly moved his hand.
“Ugh, nnh.”
“Feels good, right? When Hyung gets excited, I like it too.”
In Min-ho’s downward gaze, he saw Gyu-oh’s thick, erect lower half. Even though it wasn’t a thin patient gown, the swollen outline was clearly visible.
“Ah, hng……”
Isn’t that bigger than before? It must hurt at that size. He should just touch his own; why is he gripping mine so persistently?
Following the sudden thought, his body moved. He reached out with a trembling hand and opened Gyu-oh’s pant buckle. Gyu-oh, who had been slowly stroking Min-ho’s genitals up and down with his hand cupped, flinched. The face of the man who had been acting like he’d devour him just a moment ago turned red in an instant. His hand hadn’t even touched the bare skin yet.
“Won Gyu-oh, are you sure this feels good?”
With a smirk, he pushed his hand halfway into Gyu-oh’s underwear. Perhaps because he was excited and his body had grown hot, a warm heat rushed up from the lower abdomen. Every small, wriggling movement was transmitted to his palm.
Swallowing a hot breath, Min-ho pulled the underwear band. As the gap opened, the bright red, erect cock popped out.
“I-I’m fucking loving it.”
Gyu-oh, who had even begun to stutter, bit his lower lip hard. Min-ho gently stroked the erect genitals with his fingertips. Following the touch that slid along the shaft, the curves of the boy’s ears and his nape flushed a deep red.
When they had matched bodies before, it was too dark to tell, but Gyu-oh’s body was remarkably honest. To the point where Min-ho wondered if he wouldn’t have been able to get hard at all if he hadn’t been pleased to be doing this with him. So, the fact that he was this aroused now meant it could be taken as sincere.
The anxiety that had been pooling at his feet slowly sank to the bottom.